"Ah, there was..." He almost tried to think up some excuse for why he had to go check on the village, but... forget it. "...there wasn't actually much going on in the village. I had some free time, thought I might as well stop by."
'Free time' here meaning 'no prior commitments preventing him from walking all the way to that particular village just to visit some guy from the future', and now that he had actually realized WHY that seemed like a good idea he felt pretty stupid for not working it out sooner.
"Some time!" JW had a good laugh at that because time travel. He was hilarious. "There's plenty of time to waste here!"
He stooped down to start picking up the shreds of plastic and paper that the nails and screws came in before moving past Ginko into the kitchen where the trash was. He started humming again.
"I think that about does it for me for today. We can figure out this shitty dishwasher another day."
After watching JW for a moment, Ginko stepped into the living room to pick up any bits of packaging still left on the floor. He followed James into the kitchen to toss them in the trash - and then he realized he was humming again. Dammit.
And of course, now that he's aware of it, he can feel heat creeping into his cheeks again. Dammit.
"Alright, yeah... should I go, or do you want to talk or something a while longer?" He's not sure which answer to hope for.
JW turned from trying to shove the bent cardboard into the trash, looking startled before he reigned himself in.
"Go? You're always welcome here, you know that. That's why we set you up a bed." Boy Ginko had been acting weird today. Different weird. He hoped someone wasn't trying to trail Ginko. It would only be natural for someone to get suspicious of a strange man with antlers popping up in town so often. Mushi or no mushi, he was pretty sure that wasn't normal in Nowhere Japan. "What's eatin' you?"
Oh god why did he have to bring up the bed of all things. Normally he probably wouldn't even have noticed but today was weird and now Ginko's face was flushing a shade brighter.
"--Uh. Nothing. I'm alright, just... tired, I guess." Even as he said it, he was chiding himself for that awful excuse.
JW slowly straightened up and squinted his good eye. Ginko was, without a doubt, the pastiest motherfucker he'd ever seen who wasn't a vampire so the sudden bloom of color on his face was sort of hard to miss.
Ginko wasn't one to complain and James had half a mind to think the guy'd walked all the way out here with a fever. Without warning he crossed the floor and invaded the mushi master's personal space to make sure he was actually flushed instead of his eyes being weird.
This man was bright red.
"I think you have a fever. Take some ibuprofen and go upstairs. I'll wake you up for dinner."
Wait. Why was he moving closer. Why was-- okay that was too close. Ginko leaned back a little, his one eye widening. He could swear his heart was trying to break out of his ribcage, and it seemed like there was no way JW couldn't hear it.
"--Huh? I don't..."
Actually, wait.
If JW thought he was sick, he was that much less likely to realize the real reason. Which gave Ginko a little longer to figure out what to do with it. Or... avoid thinking about it. That too.
"...I'm fine."
On the other hand, if he accepted JW's instructions too quickly, it would seem suspicious.
JW leaned away and frowned thoughtfully. No. He wasn't fine. Oh, God, was this what it was like dealing with him?
"Then why do you look like someone hit you in the face with a car door? I swear you aren't costing me any money, it's just a fever reducer. It's cheap."
Ginko hummed uncertainly, glancing away and rubbing together the fingers of one hand. "Look, it's... really not an issue. I guess I could rest, but I'll be fine."
Cheap or not, he'd rather not use up JW's medicine when he's not even sick.
He didn't quite make eye contact as he nodded. "Never had them before, but... I'm sure I will. Thanks."
He hurried up the stairs without another word, dropping his box by the bed before flopping down on the mattress and lacing his fingers together over his face.
Dammit.
Obviously, he should do something about this. He can't just... hide it forever. He's not sure how much he's managing to hide it now.
And, if Deuteronomy is right, then JW would probably rather know too.
But that, of course, would require Ginko to tell him.
He rolled over to lie face-down on the bed with a quiet, frustrated groan. Why this.
An hour slithered by. Occasionally the sound of JW bumping around in the kitchen echoed up from below, but otherwise the room was quiet.
Until.
A hollow scraping sound came from beneath the bed. One of the bricks that JW had carefully placed along the bottom of the bed pushed out of place and fell with a thump on the hardwood floor.
In that hour, Ginko almost managed to fall asleep for real. An actual bed was better than he got most days, after all - but that thump woke him up pretty quickly.
He rolled over, leaning over the edge of the bed with a frown as he identified the source of the sound. After a couple seconds, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and crouched down on the floor, picking up the brick in one hand and glancing uncertainly between it and the rest of the makeshift wall under the bed.
It was a brick. A little heavy. A little chilly. Very chilly actually.
A breeze blew through the hole in the little wall and should Ginko peer into the darkness, he would see that it almost seemed to boil with movement. Crumbled cement covered the floor in a fine dust all the way around the bed.
Ginko shivered slightly, pulling away for a moment - and then, against his better judgment (but going along with his stupid curiosity) leaned forward again to examine the hole more closely.
Logically, he knew he should leave it alone... and probably gone to get JW. But the former wasn't really in his nature, and the latter...
He set the brick down on the floor and prodded experimentally at one of the ones still in place.
The brick pushed inward with far more force than Ginko had applied to it and disappeared. However the THUNK of it landing didn't come for quite a while and when it did it sounded very far away. And it echoed.
He almost jerked his hand back, pulling away a little, and then went back to peering into the darkness, frowning. What was under there...?
Ginko glanced over his shoulder, conflicting impulses pushing at each other in his head... then, quick and decisive, he turned back to moving bricks out of the way, making the hole gradually bigger until he could at least stick his head and shoulders in and see if he could see any better that way.
The chilly darkness tugged at Ginko's hair and his breaths did not echo. The space below the bed was immense.
And it grabbed him.
He was yanked downward with all the force of a fish being pulled from the water on a pole outfitted with Spiderwire. The darkness whorled around him and began to change as gravity struggled to sort itself out. Huge lumpy shapes appeared in the gloom--boxes and long poles of some gleaming substance that may or may not have been baseball bats, spheres like planets, cold, unblinking faces set into stuffed animals the size of small mountains, and heaps of crumpled paper, books, chip bags, board games, long cardboard tubes naked of their holiday wrappings and of course dust. Heaps of it. It swelled in great clumps like bushes and gnolls and it draped from everything like spanish moss. Everything was cold in the chilly light from the hole in the world above.
Ginko promptly crash-landed in a pile of socks that could only fit a giant with a foot the size of a semi truck. Dust danced in the weak, hazy beam that penetrated the hidden world and things moved in the tight spaces beyond the circle of light.
As it happened, Ginko had been just about to pull his head back out of the space (and maybe even suck it up and go get JW). The whole mess with the bricks had been one thing, but this was a far-too-large void of endless blackness and he had decided he wanted nothing to do with it.
So much for that.
He let out a startled yelp as he was dragged in, barely noticing the objects around him as he fell before he landed in the enormous sock pile with a grunt. He struggled out of it, staring around wide-eyed at the space around him and waving away a few dust motes.
And then his gaze landed on the hole, too far above for him to conceivably reach.
Dust was thick on the ground like snow. The surface beneath the grey blanket was hard and cold--massive wooden planks.
This time, Ginko's voice did echo.
Claws scraped along cardboard somewhere and congested breathing from several stuffy noses clearly announced that Ginko was not alone. They didn't have a reason to be sneaky. There was nowhere he could go that they couldn't fit should he run.
One of their numbers crept toward the edge of the light. It was small, thin, and hunched with a blunt eyeless face and long ragged ears. Its entire body was fuzzy and grey with flecks of black and blue--the same dust that coated the ground. In one fingerless paw it held a paperclip that had been unfolded halfway to make a suitable weapon for stabbing.
When it opened its mouth to drink in the mushi master's scent, it was red and wet--the only organic-looking part about it.
He froze at the sound, his gaze flicking immediately toward the source. Ginko stared at the creature with a sort of vaguely-terrified fascination, not daring to move, hardly even willing to breathe as it crept closer.
He stood there, stock-still, waiting. It wasn't like there was anything else he could think of to do.
The dust creature listened and gaped and sniffed as Ginko held still. It couldn't see--not exactly. Its pitted face could sense differences in light but that was all. And light usually meant something had been pulled down.
It padded forward and wobbled a little as if it were hastily made and body limbs squashed and stretched to support its weight as it shifted. Ginko smelled warm in the cold dark. Ginko smelled delicious.
The light changed and the creature jerked its head toward the new shadow, ears pinning. It hardly had time to let out a shrill rabbit scream before a white shape rushed onto the scene and its head was lopped clean off. When it hit the floor, it fell apart in an almost comical puff of dust. The nondescript slimy organ that had served for its mouth wiggled around for a few moments before it lay still. The body collapsed similarly around the rest of its guts.
Between Ginko and the fallen monster, stood a tall, thin man with brilliant white wings. If one didn't look too closely, his bathrobe could be mistaken for some otherworldly military uniform. The pajama pants, however, just looked like pajama pants. A small hoop of gold hovered above his head and lit the world around them far better than the beams from above. He let out a shaky huff before turning and glaring at Ginko.
Only it wasn't JW. He had a normal human nose instead of JW's beak. His left eye was un-scarred and his cheeks weren't hollow. Also he'd combed his hair.
"What on EARTH were you thinking," demanded Not JW. His accent was gone and his voice was noticeably higher He fanned his wings out and threw his hands in the air. "We asked you to one thing! ONE thing!"
Ginko let out a startled sound and staggered backwards, landing on his rear as the creature collapsed into dust. He stared at it in shock before turning his attention to his apparent savior, his single eye wide.
He stayed silent as the man spoke, staring at him as if he had a third eye, and when he finished, all Ginko had to say was, "Uh... sorry?"
Harmony opened his mouth and made half of a frustrated sound before he remembered himself and slowly un-ruffled. His wings closed neatly behind him and their tips trailed in the dust.
"It's...no, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted, forgive me." He extended a hand--no cuts and scars, no swollen knuckles. "This must be incredibly awkward for you, let me explain."
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'Free time' here meaning 'no prior commitments preventing him from walking all the way to that particular village just to visit some guy from the future', and now that he had actually realized WHY that seemed like a good idea he felt pretty stupid for not working it out sooner.
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He stooped down to start picking up the shreds of plastic and paper that the nails and screws came in before moving past Ginko into the kitchen where the trash was. He started humming again.
"I think that about does it for me for today. We can figure out this shitty dishwasher another day."
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And of course, now that he's aware of it, he can feel heat creeping into his cheeks again. Dammit.
"Alright, yeah... should I go, or do you want to talk or something a while longer?" He's not sure which answer to hope for.
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"Go? You're always welcome here, you know that. That's why we set you up a bed." Boy Ginko had been acting weird today. Different weird. He hoped someone wasn't trying to trail Ginko. It would only be natural for someone to get suspicious of a strange man with antlers popping up in town so often. Mushi or no mushi, he was pretty sure that wasn't normal in Nowhere Japan. "What's eatin' you?"
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"--Uh. Nothing. I'm alright, just... tired, I guess." Even as he said it, he was chiding himself for that awful excuse.
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Ginko wasn't one to complain and James had half a mind to think the guy'd walked all the way out here with a fever. Without warning he crossed the floor and invaded the mushi master's personal space to make sure he was actually flushed instead of his eyes being weird.
This man was bright red.
"I think you have a fever. Take some ibuprofen and go upstairs. I'll wake you up for dinner."
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"--Huh? I don't..."
Actually, wait.
If JW thought he was sick, he was that much less likely to realize the real reason. Which gave Ginko a little longer to figure out what to do with it. Or... avoid thinking about it. That too.
"...I'm fine."
On the other hand, if he accepted JW's instructions too quickly, it would seem suspicious.
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"Then why do you look like someone hit you in the face with a car door? I swear you aren't costing me any money, it's just a fever reducer. It's cheap."
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Cheap or not, he'd rather not use up JW's medicine when he's not even sick.
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"Alright. I'll make us something to eat for later. Hope you like tacos."
He doesn't buy it. Something is wrong.
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He hurried up the stairs without another word, dropping his box by the bed before flopping down on the mattress and lacing his fingers together over his face.
Dammit.
Obviously, he should do something about this. He can't just... hide it forever. He's not sure how much he's managing to hide it now.
And, if Deuteronomy is right, then JW would probably rather know too.
But that, of course, would require Ginko to tell him.
He rolled over to lie face-down on the bed with a quiet, frustrated groan. Why this.
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Until.
A hollow scraping sound came from beneath the bed. One of the bricks that JW had carefully placed along the bottom of the bed pushed out of place and fell with a thump on the hardwood floor.
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He rolled over, leaning over the edge of the bed with a frown as he identified the source of the sound. After a couple seconds, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and crouched down on the floor, picking up the brick in one hand and glancing uncertainly between it and the rest of the makeshift wall under the bed.
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A breeze blew through the hole in the little wall and should Ginko peer into the darkness, he would see that it almost seemed to boil with movement. Crumbled cement covered the floor in a fine dust all the way around the bed.
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Logically, he knew he should leave it alone... and probably gone to get JW. But the former wasn't really in his nature, and the latter...
He set the brick down on the floor and prodded experimentally at one of the ones still in place.
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Ginko glanced over his shoulder, conflicting impulses pushing at each other in his head... then, quick and decisive, he turned back to moving bricks out of the way, making the hole gradually bigger until he could at least stick his head and shoulders in and see if he could see any better that way.
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And it grabbed him.
He was yanked downward with all the force of a fish being pulled from the water on a pole outfitted with Spiderwire. The darkness whorled around him and began to change as gravity struggled to sort itself out. Huge lumpy shapes appeared in the gloom--boxes and long poles of some gleaming substance that may or may not have been baseball bats, spheres like planets, cold, unblinking faces set into stuffed animals the size of small mountains, and heaps of crumpled paper, books, chip bags, board games, long cardboard tubes naked of their holiday wrappings and of course dust. Heaps of it. It swelled in great clumps like bushes and gnolls and it draped from everything like spanish moss. Everything was cold in the chilly light from the hole in the world above.
Ginko promptly crash-landed in a pile of socks that could only fit a giant with a foot the size of a semi truck. Dust danced in the weak, hazy beam that penetrated the hidden world and things moved in the tight spaces beyond the circle of light.
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So much for that.
He let out a startled yelp as he was dragged in, barely noticing the objects around him as he fell before he landed in the enormous sock pile with a grunt. He struggled out of it, staring around wide-eyed at the space around him and waving away a few dust motes.
And then his gaze landed on the hole, too far above for him to conceivably reach.
"...Dammit."
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This time, Ginko's voice did echo.
Claws scraped along cardboard somewhere and congested breathing from several stuffy noses clearly announced that Ginko was not alone. They didn't have a reason to be sneaky. There was nowhere he could go that they couldn't fit should he run.
One of their numbers crept toward the edge of the light. It was small, thin, and hunched with a blunt eyeless face and long ragged ears. Its entire body was fuzzy and grey with flecks of black and blue--the same dust that coated the ground. In one fingerless paw it held a paperclip that had been unfolded halfway to make a suitable weapon for stabbing.
When it opened its mouth to drink in the mushi master's scent, it was red and wet--the only organic-looking part about it.
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He stood there, stock-still, waiting. It wasn't like there was anything else he could think of to do.
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It padded forward and wobbled a little as if it were hastily made and body limbs squashed and stretched to support its weight as it shifted. Ginko smelled warm in the cold dark. Ginko smelled delicious.
The light changed and the creature jerked its head toward the new shadow, ears pinning. It hardly had time to let out a shrill rabbit scream before a white shape rushed onto the scene and its head was lopped clean off. When it hit the floor, it fell apart in an almost comical puff of dust. The nondescript slimy organ that had served for its mouth wiggled around for a few moments before it lay still. The body collapsed similarly around the rest of its guts.
Between Ginko and the fallen monster, stood a tall, thin man with brilliant white wings. If one didn't look too closely, his bathrobe could be mistaken for some otherworldly military uniform. The pajama pants, however, just looked like pajama pants. A small hoop of gold hovered above his head and lit the world around them far better than the beams from above. He let out a shaky huff before turning and glaring at Ginko.
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Only it wasn't JW. He had a normal human nose instead of JW's beak. His left eye was un-scarred and his cheeks weren't hollow. Also he'd combed his hair.
"What on EARTH were you thinking," demanded Not JW. His accent was gone and his voice was noticeably higher He fanned his wings out and threw his hands in the air. "We asked you to one thing! ONE thing!"
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He stayed silent as the man spoke, staring at him as if he had a third eye, and when he finished, all Ginko had to say was, "Uh... sorry?"
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"It's...no, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted, forgive me." He extended a hand--no cuts and scars, no swollen knuckles. "This must be incredibly awkward for you, let me explain."
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