It's been a whole week since his soul was torn out of him. It's been a whole week since his soul was fought for and returned.

Six days since Lamia had declared him fully healed. The entire ordeal was too quick for him. One moment he woke up in a daze at the school, the next he was laying on Oga's bed with treatment muumuu on various spots on his body. He felt fine, no pain, no aches, and no hole in his chest.

He could feel Lamia hovering over him and the moment the doctor gleefully declared him healthy, he felt everyone's relief.

He was fully healed. They had saved him in time and everything was going to be ok. Their smiles and heckling of one another and him revealed just how much they were worrying about this. It also told him that everything was back to normal.

He observed the occupants in the room that included the regular demon trio, Oga, and the Tohoshinki. Including Himekawa.

Sleeves rolled up he saw the undeniable king crest and the sight made his heart beat faster in terror. Himekawa was number three. He was part of Oga's army now.

His mind went into frenzy as last night's events and what his soul encountered hit him full force.

The conclusion was simple and was standing firmly in front of him. There was no bad blood between them or Himekawa. Despite his was still stained on the school's floor.

Everything was back to normal.

So when Lamia asked how he felt, he said with a smile. "Great."

Laying there on the bed, he watched uneasily how everyone talked relaxingly with each other. He tried to grab Oga's attention so he could talk to him, but he was busy talking to Beel.

Looking around the room, he began to feel uneasy. The feeling of something terrible was going to happen began to overwhelm him. He had to get out of the room.

Getting up he exited the room and found the transdimenional demon. He went home alone afterwards, despite Lamia wanting to put him on a twenty four hour watch. With only a scar over his heart to show that night's events really did happen, he was transported to his home thanks to Alaindelon.

And he didn't step out for the next four days.

He was physically fine. His wounds he gained from the kidnapping process were fully healed and his body was fine, excluding the scar over his heart. He was fully healed.

But mentally, he was wrecked.

His soul was ripped apart and was digested and then spat out. Treated like a piece of gum and then pieced back together and returned to him. His insides felt like they were crawling and he felt like he was covered in grime.

No matter how hard he scrubbed his body that night in the shower, he couldn't get the feeling of grime off him. Lying in his bed he covered himself with several blankets trying to get warm, but the warmth evaded him. It took him the next morning to realize that he wasn't cold. He was numb.

He didn't go to school the next day, or the next. Just thinking of the building brought a flood of memories that left him feeling lightheaded and terrified. So he just stayed in his room, lying on his side in his bed. Eyes on the wall, except when his phone vibrated with a text from Oga.

'I'm tired' he lied to him. Oga didn't reply back.

Those first two nights were terrible to him. In his bed he stared at the wall and tried to keep himself from remembering the events at the school. But no matter where his train of thoughts went, it always strayed to that night's events.

His heart was ripped out of him…in front of him. He stared at his own heart in a child's hand. The blood soaked organ in the small hand was still beating as he stared down at it in disbelief. He felt cold in his chest, and it had taken him a moment to realize the night air was creeping into the cavity.

The vivid memory had him running to the bathroom where he gagged and spat up bile.

That memory kept him awake the first two nights. Curled into himself at night he stirred and pinched himself to keep himself awake.

He didn't want to fall asleep. Didn't want to close his eyes and be trapped in the darkness again. The thought of closing his eyes for more than a moment scared him. When he looked in the mirror on the third day, he discovered bags began to settle under his eyes.

The days however went by surprising fast and he was usually alone except for when Alaindelon would bug him.

Alaindelon the constant pain in the ass he was, kept bringing him meals and constantly glancing at him in the corner of his eye. By the second day, he strongly suggested he visited Angelica.

The trans dimensional demon had refused at first but after reminding him that he was perfectly healed, he was tearfully waving a handkerchief at him and yelling at him to promise that he would write and call him if anything felt wrong.

Fucking idiot.

But now that the demon was gone, he felt a weight lift off him. He stopped eating the moment he left and buried himself under his covers.

That night he was finally alone in his room without the threat of a demon barging in, he did what he wanted to do since coming home.

He cried.

He sobbed into his pillow and clenched his fists as the events replayed in his head.

All his faults that were displayed that night were finally in front of him He had been kidnapped again and like some damsel in distress he needed everyone to come rescue him. He couldn't even defend himself when he used tissues. His only physical strength was nothing now.

Alone in his bed he realized now that his only weapon was now useless. He was the brains he smugly said that night.

But with constant visions and nightmares of his ripped heart, a small child, and a smirking fallen angel leader, he had to admit defeat.

He was weak and now his mind was plagued with panic. He was nothing now.

That realization made him spiral downwards even faster than the previous days.

By day three, his family had grown worried. They only saw him when he stepped out to get a drink of water and dinner. The only time he had to force himself to eat was during dinner. But even that show wasn't enough for his family. Bags under his eyes, and weight loss caused by lack of appetite and stress for all them to see, was enough for his mother to set up an appointment with the family doctor.

But he eased her fears, telling her he just visited a doctor. Perfectly healthy, doctor's word. Just the aftermath of an incident a couple days ago. Nothing to worry about. She didn't seem fully convinced but she stopped talking about future doctor appointments.

Days passed and he continued to miss school in favor of staying in bed. The empty house was a relief as the worried glances from his family were finally lifted. It was also the only time where he could completely fall apart.

He needed sleep. After falling asleep in the shower he realized that he couldn't skip the necessity any longer. A plan was set where he would become exhausted to the point where when he fell into unconsciousness; he would have a dreamless sleep. He wouldn't eat, he would walk around the house, and take warm showers in order for him fall asleep.

He was ready to fall apart.

But he didn't plan to fall apart as badly as he did.

It started with thinking of when he would have to return to school. He had no idea where he stood with the others. They would surely get tired of him being the damsel in distress unable to help. Just thinking of the Tohoshinki made his stomach drop and caused buried memories to the surface.

The sensation of being ripped in pieces. Unknown hands holding him and putting their lips on him. A part of his soul in their hands. Rough calloused hands grabbing him after he hit the floor. His chest heaved and he barely made it to the bathroom to where he vomited. His face burned with embarrassment as the feeling of his insides burning began again.

He stayed in the bathroom, until the taste of vomit became too much for him.

Wanting to rinse his mouth, he shuffled to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. His hands shook due to lack of meals, but he wanted this to happen. Tonight he wanted to go to bed completely exhausted.

Rinsing his mouth a couple times, he then drank the water slowly.

The water he just put into his mouth came back out as someone lightly punched his back. That was the moment he realized that there was someone behind him. Eyes' darting to see what was behind him, without turning around he froze when he saw a small body.

Lamia who had let herself in was waiting impatiently for the other to turn around and acknowledge her. When the body in front of her didn't move she demanded. "Why the hell haven't you came over-"Lamia's complaint ended when the sound of glass breaking filled the quiet room. She watched as the body in front of her froze and began to tense in front of her. Before she could make a move, the body bolted out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

It took a moment for her to react and turn towards the running body.

"Furuichi?" She called after him worriedly. She sprinted after him but was halted when he ran into his room. She tried to open the door but found that it was locked. Inside the room she could hear the sound of frantic breathing and things falling to the ground. "Furuichi! Open the door!"

A thud echoed into the hallway and then silence. The silence caused her to panic further, and she pushed her body against the door while twisting the doorknob frantically. Her movements stilled when she heard Furuichi from the other side.

"Go away Lamia."

The voice sounded tired and scratchy and only made her turn the doorknob more. "Let me in Furuichi!" She shouted while giving the door a kick.

"No. Go away." She was about to ignore the command when she heard an unmistakable noise. Holding her ear to the door she listened. After a few moments, she quickly backed away. She paused and hesitated what her next step should be. But with the noise still coming from the room, she quickly left the house. Head down and arms crossed tightly around her chest.

She debated the rest of the day if she should tell Oga or Hilda what happened. She wondered if Furuichi had ever cried in front of anyone before.

At the end of the day she decided to keep the visit incident to herself, despite her better judgment.

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By the end of the fifth day, he knew he looked like shit. The moment his sister and mother came home and saw him exiting the bathroom, they paused and stared openly at him. It only took a moment for his mother to walk to him and embrace him. It took everything for him not to cry at that moment. Instead he embraced her and reassured her that he was fine.

The appointment was rescheduled and his mother told him she would be calling to be sure he actually went.

He silently nodded and promised he would go.

The 'visit' from Lamia had been a wakeup call to just how messed up he was. After she had left he had spent the rest of the day in the corner of his room where he could see everything. Body locked and tissues rolled clenched in sweaty palms and inches below his nose.

He didn't get out of his room until hours later.

Retreating back to his room, he picked up his phone and sent back a reply to Oga's text. Exhausted he laid down and silently hoped that tonight would be the night he could finally sleep. His body was tired, but he needed his mind to be empty.

Closing his eyes, he felt fear grip his body. But he willed himself through and let sleep overcome him.

He shouldn't have been surprised when he jolted up, hands clawing at his scar, and tears streaming down his face. Breathing ragged and body covered in a sheet of sweat, he held his head in his hands. Curling into himself he couldn't stop the tears as his worst nightmare was slowly becoming a reality.