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Mystic Love Basket
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Your arm jerks and you feel nothing at first, but there's a sound like fabric tearing neatly along the weft and suddenly there's a blinding, searing pain - you'd call it a sting but that word has none of the weight you need - your mouth fills with bile and you want to cover your mouth but you can't, you know instinctively that dropping the blade or the ear (the ear, the tip of your ear, it's in your hand, you're holding it) would be unforgiveable so you choke and clamp your mouth shut and swallow it back down.
The entire left side of your head feels hot. There's pressure - Sada is clamping fabric down on the sliced edge, pressing, and you can't process how much it hurts. You watch your hands lay the ear (your ear, a piece of your ear, you're holding it) on the white fabric and slowly slowly slowly wrap it up.
You're breathing loudly and as soon as Sada has stopped the bleeding and covered your ear in gauze she steps away. You swing your head to look at her, wildly, almost just to see a reaction, to confirm that what just happened was real, but with the mask all you can do is wonder if the glint in her eye is disgust.
"Nanako."
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