LOVE LIKE YOU [junji]

[JUNJI]

[div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Obsession was a foreign concept to Junji. Perhaps it was a word that could be used to describe his father—obsessed. Obsessed with perfection and the idea of a perfect Junji. One that obeyed without question. One that was worthy of his love and worthy of a seat at his side in the heavens. The boy did not know of the cold, twisting tendrils coiling about him; the obsession of a strange demon, and the obsession of a twisted archangel. Such things did not bother him. Angels needed not trouble themselves with such petty vices.

Junji found his temporary home cramped. A night filled to the brim with terrors, until eventually the fear was too much to handle. He clambered from his pile of blankets in the corner of Goldenluxury's hut and rushed out the door, and from there, he simply wandered. The angel didn't know where he was going off to, but that didn't matter. He just needed to get out of there. Away from the walls that loomed and seemed to close in each time he blinked, away from the nightmares that haunted him.

It was at first light when he finally found a place to rest. He padded slowly to the middle of a small clearing and breathed out quietly, trying to quell his trembling. He was safe here. He had nothing to worry about. Goldenluxury had assured him of these things while he settled in, and though he couldn't help but feel suspicious of her kindness, he found he could trust her. He was safe. He was safe. He was sa—

Snap.

Junji sprang from his seat and whipped around, fur bristling and feathers puffed in fright. "Ego sum paenitet!" He cried, searching the brush for his father's form, though instead he found a defensive-looking hound. The angel took a quick step back and heaved out a long breath, slightly relaxing upon recognizing him. Luca; one of the people to greet him at the railroad gate alongside Goldie. Though his name slightly scared him, as his father had warned against the one named Luca, he was a familiar face. Junji swallowed thickly and lowered his gaze to the ground. "...Hello." A soft greeting, followed by a sniffle as the boy lifted a paw to wipe at his damp eyes. "Please don't sneak up on me..."

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