Urie collapses. Two figures, one blue and one black, swim before his closing eyes.
“We better get to Higa and Shirazu. Someone tore the poor kid’s arms off.” Hsaio scowls at their captain. They’re supposed to be fighting the clowns, not each other.
“How is Urie?” Shirazu looks up from a wincing Higemaru to see his friend’s faces painted with darkness. “Where is he?!”
When Urie wakes up, he’s back in his own bed. Higemaru. What happened?
“Higa’s fine. Recuperating, but fine. The clowns were repelled.” Shirazu slouches against his door.
“Shirazu…” Urie mutters. His head pounds.
“You framed out.”
Urie’s blood chills. “What?”
He knows. He just hasn’t wanted to admit it.
“You framed out. Lucky for you, Saiko and Hsaio were able to subdue you and save your ass. Even after all that shit you gave us.” Shirazu softens when he sees Urie’s stricken expression. “I would have saved you, too.”
“I don’t deserve it.” Urie is terrified that Shirazu will ask him to eat normal food, and terrified that he can’t.
Shirazu comes closer and holds out a brown cube.
“What is that?” Urie asks cautiously.
“A sugar cube made with the blood of yours truly.”
“Are you fucking insane?”
“Sasaki once mentioned that he used to eat them. I thought it’d be worth a try. Can’t have you starve. We need you.” Shirazu shoves the cube in Urie’s mouth. “Don’t worry, we all contributed to the Urie-sugar-cube fund. Well, Higa accidentally contributed the most, considering how much he was bleeding, but you know.”
“I’m a monster.” Urie swallows the melting cube.
“Nah. You have us. We’re your friends. We keep you in line, and we keep you alive. Isn’t that what friends are for?” Shirazu snickers.
Mercy and Magic 