Leonardo Watch, Holder of the All-Seeing Eyes of God, the one chosen as The Witness, Reader of Names, would kindly like to send a big fuck you at the Gods or whatever stuck-up beings with a 'holier than thou' attitude because the pain he's currently experiencing? Not cool, man. Not cool.

Really, you'd think being the 'Chosen One' would actually grant him some cool powers or favors from the higher beings or something but nooooo~! Instead of fast healing abilities or awesome killer moves, he got these stupid eyes that sees far too much and doesn't seem to have an off switch with it. Talk about getting scammed.

Okay, he admits, these eyes had been a great help since he joined Libra but sometimes (almost every time) he thinks the risks outweighs the rewards if he was being painfully honest here. Leo honestly couldn't remember how many days had passed since he had last ended up in the hospital again (it had been exactly two weeks). The shits he ended up in had also played a large role in cementing his opinion that he was cursed.

Klaus was kinda adamant in making sure Leo sees the positive side and Leo can't help but silently pity the man because he knew his own positive thoughts had died the moment that Riga-bitch appeared and took Michella's eyes away and gave him these fucking glowing orbs that would sometimes threaten to fry his own brain if he used it too much.

He was actually quite satisfied with his normal eyesight, thank you very much. But did they even care? Of course not.

Anyway, back to his current woes, it seems his two glowing orbs of death had the great idea to choose today out of all days to do some... Actually, Leo had no fucking clue what they're trying to do but it fucking hurts whenever he physically opened his eyes and not even closing his eyelids could shield him from the fucking auras popping around him like some cursed daisies. The killer headaches assaulting him didn't help at all in this torture he's experiencing.

God, he would kill someone to make it stop.

Okay, well not literally but it's the thought that counts.

By the time Leo was able to even see his own two hands in front of his face, his sight had adjusted to the auras and the headache had reduced into a dull throb at the back of his head, annoyingly there to remind him that the fun is not over yet. Joy. It took him another two minutes to realise that his phone had been ringing insistently on the bedside table, the catchy tunes he had put as his ringtone grating irritatingly on his ears.

Blindly groping for it, Leo belatedly noticed that Sonic was standing on his chest with a worried look etched on his face. Huh, he didn't even see him when he opened his eyes. Huh.

Pressing the green button, Leo hadn't even been able to open his mouth in greeting when a loud voice sprang out from the phone as if it's a megaphone instead of an actual mobile phone. Leo swore he got a whiplash or something from that sudden attack because he's seeing sparks all over. Or was that just his eyes acting again?

The soft pat from Sonic immediately startled Leo out from his stupor and he belatedly noticed that the person at the other end of the phone was actively - and loudly - calling out to him. Putting on the speaker so he wouldn't risk damaging his eardrums, Leo rubbed his face tiredly and wondered how sucky his day is going to be.

The sound of windows being broken to pieces as well as the fact that he was thrown out of his bed had made him both groaned in pain and defeat. Goddammit they have to change the days on the "Days since Leo was kidnapped" board again.