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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arataka
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Reigen_Arataka
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Alcohol, Drunken_Confessions, Abuse_of
      Authority, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Tears, Frottage, Molestation, Sexual
      Inexperience, Self-Hatred, Self-Indulgent, probably_out_of_character,
      Angst, Trauma, Drama_Drama_Drama, lots_and_lots_of_crying
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      Published: 2016-09-25 Completed: 2016-10-25 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 8919
****** Weak Conviction ******
by dyspnea
Summary
     Mob takes on the task of babysitting a very drunk Reigen, who has
     little control over his emotions or inhibitions.
Notes
     This is my first fanfiction and I want to warn you now that it is
     entirely self-indulgent to the point of likely OOCness. I'm caught up
     with the anime and manga and I tried really hard to keep a close
     characterization, but the premise of the story itself may come off as
     absurd. I don't know. I love Mob and Reigen both so much and I love
     them happily together too! But I also have a gross desire to see Mob
     cry and a taste for general angst, so... this is what came out of it.
     I am so sorry!
     Please check all my tags! If you don't like what you see in the tags,
     you'll definitely not like reading this! Critique is welcome because
     I really want to improve my writing and characterization skills.
     This is a more softcore fic. If you prefer your angst with less sex,
     this one's good. If you like your angst with a huge helping of nasty
     porn, go read my other fic Trust Me instead~
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Mob looked on with slight concern as Reigen poured himself another small cup of
sake. It was Friday evening, a time when many salarymen gathered in small ramen
shops to eat and toast to the weekend. It was loud and rowdy, but the energy of
the place was lively and communal. Mob and Reigen often visited this restaurant
after a day of work.
The drunken patrons' obnoxiousness seemed to rub off on Reigen as they
encouraged him to drink with them. It was entirely too much. Rarely did he get
this way, but Mob always felt an obligation to keep him safe when he was this
intoxicated. Reigen tended to run his mouth at the worst of times and get into
silly fights. It was a bit painful and embarrassing for his mentee to watch.
Mob knew it was time to leave when Reigen tripped while stumbling to the
bathroom. He quickly gathered their things and convinced him it was a good time
to leave. Reigen finally agreed, but not without a final cheerful goodbye to
the other men.
Thankfully, it was not a long walk back to Reigen's apartment, and Mob knew
where he hid the spare key.
"Master Reigen, I think you should take off your shoes," he said as he half-
dragged his mentor into his home.
"I can't take them off, you have to help me!" Reigen purposefully threw himself
onto the ground, rolling over onto his bottom and pointing one of his feet at
Mob. He was nearly hysterical when Mob actually obliged and untied his shoes.
"Come on, you need to go to bed." The boy yanked on his arm and helped him
stand up. Wobbling, Reigen walked into his living room. He dramatically sat
down on one side of the couch and draped himself over the arm of the seat. Mob
removed his outer school uniform jacket and tossed it over a chair.
"No, no, no, no," he insisted, his words slurring together. "I'm fine. I want
another drink."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"What?!" Reigen quipped back jokingly, raising his voice in false anger before
laughing again. His facade quickly changed as he waved his hand. "All right,
all right. Get me some tea! You can have some too, I don't care."
"Okay." Mob quietly went into the kitchen and retrieved a large bottle of green
tea from the refrigerator. He took his time preparing the cups at the counter,
half-expecting Reigen to be asleep by the time he got back.
He returned to the living room to find him in the exact same position he was in
when he left. The man quickly sat up and reached out for one of the mismatched
cups.
"Thank yoooou," he sang with a smile. "Sit down Mob, sit down. Make yourself
comfortable. You can spend the night if you want, whatever, I don't care. If I
pass out here you can have my bed. Come here, sit down, right here." Mob sat on
the opposite side of the couch.
"Ahh, thanks, but I think my parents might be upset if I don't return home.
We'll see." Reigen's arm made exaggerated movements as he placed his cup on the
small glass table in front of them.
"That's fine too, okay, no problem. No problem. I don't care. Do what you want.
Fine."
Mob wasn't really sure what to do in these situations. He didn't particularly
mind watching over Reigen to make sure he stayed safe, even if it meant
listening to him repeat himself and slur his sentences and talk aimlessly. But
sometimes, it would take quite a while for Reigen to finally fall asleep, and
Mob didn't want to make his parents worry. He pulled out his phone and texted
his brother to let him know he may not come back home tonight.
The distinct smell of tobacco filled the room as Reigen lit a cigarette.
"I know I'm not supposed to smoke in here. I said I wouldn't. I know. But I
don't care. You don't care, do you Mob? It's okay."
"Master Reigen, what happens to ghosts after we exorcise them?"
Mob should've known better than to ask such a deep question when his mentor was
this drunk, but it had been weighing on his mind for a while.
Reigen laughed and took another drag of his cigarette.
"I don't know." It was odd to hear him admit he didn't know something. "Nobody
knows. I think they just... disappear. They're gone. I'm not sure. But it
doesn't matter. Why?"
"I'm not sure why, but sometimes I wonder if it's cruel to exorcise them. Like
I'm taking a life." The man took an exacerbated sigh.
"No, no, it's fine. Don't worry about that. You're doing good. You help people.
That's noble." Reigen began to laugh again before putting out his cigarette on
the side of his glass. "You wouldwonder about that, wouldn't you? You're so
nice, Mob. Such a good kid. I love you, you know? You're just great. Can I hug
you? Come here."
The boy was in the process of placing his own cup on the table when Reigen
flopped over to his side of the couch. Mob used telekinesis to prevent the
glass from falling to the floor, but when he felt Reigen's weight on top of
him, he broke concentration and the cup shattered. He felt arms wrap around his
torso as he lay supine.
"Master, the cup-"
"Leave it. I don't care."
Despite the fact that he had psychic powers destructive enough to level
buildings, Mob felt so small and fragile in Reigen's arms. He had a strong
desire to protect him and keep him close. Being with him while he grew and
matured always gave him a sense of pride and admiration that bordered on
dangerous.
Reigen wasn't stupid; he knew in the back of his mind that constantly thinking
about the boy wasn't healthy. He always stuffed those feelings deep down inside
of himself, even though it was difficult considering he had no other friends.
But the alcohol was breaking down his inhibitions he normally kept in check,
and he was too far gone to be disgusted with himself.
"I'm so proud of you, Mob. You're doing such good things. I couldn't ask for a
better assistant. You're so talented."
Reigen's hands slid down his back, then lifted the fabric and glided up under
his shirt. The supple skin that greeted his fingertips was just as lovely as
he'd imagined during those especially dark nights he spent alone.
"Master Reigen, I'm uncomfortable." Hands that burned like fire ran along his
waist before resting on his stomach. It made his guts twist into knots in a
feeling Mob could only decipher as distaste, though he wasn't quite sure why.
"It's fine, Mob, it's fine." Fingers curled, raking nails along his abdomen and
across his navel. Mob felt his heart beating wildly in his chest.
"I don't... I don't like this."
"Your skin is so soft, Mob." Reigen's warm breath grazed his ear, making the
hair on the back of Mob's neck stand up. He was still slurring his words, but
there was a new tone in his voice that the boy didn't recognize. "It feels so
nice. I can't stop touching you. You feel too good..."
Thumbs and forefingers rubbed against his nipples before tweaking the buds of
flesh between them. Mob squeezed his thighs together and squirmed reflexively.
A different feeling was stifling him, one he never experienced before. It
radiated in the pit of his stomach where his nausea laid, an intense warmth
that spread along his hips. Was this from suppressing his powers, he wondered?
The uncertainty frightened him.
"Master Reigen, please... I don't like this..."
Those familiar hands were still fixated on his chest. He was whimpering, though
he wasn't quite sure why. Something hard was pushing against his closed thighs,
rubbing up and down against his pants, the pace heightening quickly. Reigen
hummed softly against his ear.
"What are you doing?" he squeaked, beginning to realize his pleads were a
fruitless pursuit.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you, Mob. I care about
you so much..." Reigen removed his hands from under Mob's shirt and began
fiddling with the zipper of his own pants.
"What are you doing?" he repeated, his voice coming out much more desperate
this time. Reigen freed his erection from his pants. Mob's eyes widened to
saucers as his heart beat harder against his ribcage.
"You've never done this before?" Reigen asked as he held the base of his shaft,
tugging tightly as precum leaked from the tip. Mob was horrified at the size of
it; he shook his head frantically, his eyes still bulging out of his head.
"Have you ever even touched yourself, Mob?"
"I don't understand."
The man laughed obnoxiously, putting his hand over his face to stifle his
noise. He should've known, really.
"That's so cute. You're so cute, Mob. I want you to feel good, ok? I want to
show you how much I care about you."
Reigen was utterly convinced he was doing the right thing. This is what Mob
wanted, he just didn't realize it yet. He noticed how his assistant made
passing glances at him when he walked around his apartment in his
undergarments, how he charmingly blushed when he praised him at work. Mob
followed him around doe-eyed and did anything he was asked with little
question. Reigen had always done what a good person would do and pretended to
ignore it, but there was no use in denying it. This was the perfect opportunity
to teach him another life lesson.
"Do you trust me?"
Mob didn't hesitate to nod.
"I want to teach you something. I know you'll like it. Here, here, let me help
you."
Reigen began to unbuckle Mob's belt as he trembled beneath him. Having his
master's hands so close to his groin was making the aching feeling worse. When
his pants were unbuttoned and finally pulled down, he instinctively put his
hands over his crotch to hide himself.
"Mob, don't be ashamed. Please, just trust me. It'll be okay. I promise."
It was surprisingly difficult for Mob to instantly obey his master like he
typically did. Every inkling of reason screamed that this was odd, strange, not
normal. But he trusted Reigen. His voice was soothing despite the slurred words
and strong pauses. He pulled his hands away, revealing his small, semi-hard
cock.
"What do you want me to do, Master?" Reigen felt his erection twitch from the
boy's innocent tone. It seemed so lewd.
"You don't have to do anything. Just let me touch you. Please."
"O-Okay."
Reigen wasted no time burying his face in Mob's shoulder. He frantically licked
and sucked against his clavicle, savoring the salty taste of his skin as if it
were the sweetest of fruits. He ran his tongue along his slender neck with
growing fervor, unable to control his desire to taste every inch of him.
"H-Hah... Master...!" Mob mewled as his jaw trembled. Every nerve in his body
was on fire, that bizarre feeling in his hips radiating down to his toes. The
feeling wasn't unpleasant, though he was still uncertain about what was
occuring.
That familiar hardness was now pressed against his cock, the size of the other
dwarfing his own. Reigen wrapped a hand around the two in a tight fist.
"Master, what are you going t-"
He felt his words cut off by Reigen's lips crashing against his own, the force
of it pushing his head down into the couch cushion. As Reigen began to jerk his
hand, his pried Mob's lips apart with his tongue. Mob moaned in the back of his
throat as he felt the intrusion explore the crevices of his mouth. The ache he
felt before grew exponentially.
"Ahh... M-Master...!" he cried against the other's lips before pulling back.
Mob's stomach suddenly tightened and his spine arched. His breathing became
labored, and warmth overtook his body, jolting up his arms and down into his
toes. For a split second he saw black before the feeling dissipated and he was
left hyperventilating. Wetness coated Reigen's hands but he did not notice.
The short-lived high left Mob in a dazed state of shock. He wasn't sure what
happened, and for a split second, he feared he had released his powers. But
nothing had changed save the swelling pang in his groin was gone. It was
replaced by a building overloaded sensation, a feeling that left him pulling
away.
"Ahh-! T-too much... too much!" His flaccid cock felt like it was being rubbed
raw in Reigen's palm. The hypersensitivity was growing excruciating. Tears
welled up in his eyes as he felt the man's mouth smothering him again, biting
at his lower lip with enough force to bruise them.
Though it was only moments, it felt like an eternity before Reigen finally
finished, groaning loudly as he came hard against Mob's stomach. Mob felt the
larger cock spasm and twitch before he felt a warm dampness splash across his
abdomen. The hand gripping him finally released as Reigen slumped over top of
him, panting against his shoulder. The warmth of his breath made Mob's anxiety
soar.
"You came, didn't you?" he said gruffly between pants. "I told you you could
trust me."
Reigen finally pushed himself off him, grinning before looking down at the
boy's face. There were still tears matted in his eyelashes, wet streaks lined
against reddened cheeks. There was a glimpse of fear in Mob's eyes that made
Reigen flinch.
"Are... are you crying?"
Mob cast his gaze to the side as another tear rolled down his cheek. Reigen
suddenly felt sick.
"Mob, why are you crying?" His voice didn't waver.
Mob said nothing.
"Mob, tell me why you're crying!"
Mob wanted to tell him, but he wasn't quite sure himself. There were no words
that came to his mind despite adamantly searching for them in his mind.
"Ohh my god, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Mob said nothing.
Reigen's face slowly scrunched up into a childish grimace before he began to
sob. He grabbed onto Mob's shoulders and stared him straight in the eyes, even
though the boy's gaze was distracted.
"Mob, please... please tell me what's wrong!"
Mob was obviously disgusted with him. Why else would he have gone silent? He
saw through his facade. He saw how terrible he truly was. All those years,
telling him to be humble and kind and selfless when he himself was no more than
a lying, hypocritical waste of space. Someone who lacked the miniscule self-
control required to keep himself from fantasizing about his young, naive
assistant he was supposed to be mentoring. Someone who would take advantage of
the trust he spent years building for their own selfish gains.
Reigen lifted him from the couch into his arms and held him tight against his
chest.
"I'm... not a good person, Mob," he cried softly, arms shaking as he clung to
him. "I'm so sorry... I've lied and used you after you trusted me, I've...
hurtyou, and... I love you so much, Mob. I never wanted to hurt you. I'm so, so
sorry..."
Meek hands reached up to Reigen's chest and applied pressure against him in a
meager attempt to push him away. He pulled back to find Mob's head still turned
away from him, staring at the floor.
"Mob... Mob, please..."
"You're wrong, you know."
"About what?"
The boy brought his legs over the side of the couch and stood up, pulling his
sullied pants up and loosely buckling the buckle. Reigen watched him with bated
breath as he walked over to the recliner to retrieve his school jacket before
placing arms in the sleeves and buttoning it to the top.
"Please don't leave, Mob. Please stay. Please... please don't leave..." Reigen
was crying again, choking on the sobs that were caught in his throat. As Mob
slipped on his shoes, he attempted to stand, but the sudden change in positions
left him dizzy and off-balance. He stumbled and tripped over the corner of the
tablet in front of him. Still, he lifted his head and reached out to him.
"Please, don't-!"
Mob closed the door gently behind him, locked the door and slid the key under
the mat. He wiped the last of the tears off his face with the back of his hand
before heading out into the dark, cold winter evening.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you very much for reading my filthy fanfiction! Please let me
     know if you enjoyed it! And let me know if you didn't so I can try to
     improve ❤︎
     Special thanks to my buddy 200yikes on twitter for helping me out!!
     You can find me on twitter @dyspneaaa!
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     The next day arrives.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Reigen awoke on the floor the next morning with a mind-splitting headache.
"Ugh, how the hell did I get here?" he grumbled, holding a hand over his eyes
to shield the obnoxiously bright sunlight beaming from the window. Slowly, he
pulled himself up with the help of the arm of his couch. Reigen stepped over
the shards of a broken cup as he made his way to the kitchen. He took a small
bottle of Heparize from the side door and chugged the bitter liquid down in one
swig while leaning against the counter.
"Stupid Arataka," he scolded himself, putting his forehead down on the cool
granite. "Every single time you wake up with a hangover, you tell yourself
you're never going to drink again. And what do you do? You drink anyway.
Stupid, stupid, stupid." At least it was Saturday. He didn't open his office
until noon.
After several moments of regret and self-loathing, Reigen stumbled into the
bathroom to shower. The water was refreshing against his face. As he poured
shampoo into his palm and ran his fingers through his hair, he tried to
remember what had actually happened the night before. He definitely remembered
getting dinner with Mob and much too much sake. He vaguely recalled coming
home, but the rest was a dim haze in his mind. Mob must've brought him home. He
relied way too much on that boy to keep himself in check.
How embarrassing, he lamented as he toweled himself off. After brushing his
teeth and attempting to dress himself to the best of his ability, Reigen sat
next to the window and lit a cigarette.
He flicked his phone open to check his messages. Nothing. Reigen pressed 1 and
the auto-dial rang Mob. He held it up to his ear with one hand, his other
bringing the cigarette up to his mouth.
The tone rang several times before going to voicemail. Slightly puzzled, he
snapped the phone closed and stuffed it back in his suit pocket. Maybe he was
still sleeping.
After finishing up, Reigen put his cigarette out in the glass ash tray on the
windowsill and headed out the door.
 
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A buzzing sound woke Mob up from a deep sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he reached
over and checked his cell phone. Reigen's name flashed on the small display.
He returned the phone to its original spot and rolled over.
As soon as he felt himself nodding back to sleep, however, his bedroom door
swung open.
"Big brother, mom told me to come wake you up," Ritsu said. "She said you have
work today."
"I don't feel well," he replied.
"What's wrong?"
"My stomach hurts so bad, I can't sit up." He wasn't really sure how to put the
sinking feeling in his gut into words. "I'll tell Master Reigen I can't come in
today. I'm sure he'll understand."
"Okay. Can I get you anything? Do you want some rice or something?"
"No, I'll be okay. I think I just need some more rest." Mob pulled the futon
cover up over his head. "Thank you, Ritsu." He heard the door close gently as
his brother left.
Mob felt dizzy as the heat of his breath stifled him under the blanket. The
weight of what occurred the night before sat heavily on his chest, adding to
his suffocation. He tried so hard not to think about it, but he could still
hear Reigen's voice so clearly in his head.
You're so nice, Mob. Such a good kid. I love you, you know? You're just great.
Typically, those words would swell a sense of pride if he heard his master
speaking so highly of him, but now they just made him question the truth behind
them. He certainly didn't feellike he was great. Mob felt a deep sense of
disgust with himself, as if his skin and blood and organs and everything inside
of him was both unclean and unable to be disinfected. He scratched at his
stomach and fantasized about ripping himself open as his nails ran across his
flesh.
Suddenly, his fingers no longer felt like his own. It was someone else running
their fingertips along his belly, threatening to work their way down into his
pants.
Your skin is so soft, Mob. It feels so nice.
Mob yelped and pulled his hand away. He threw the blanket off himself and
noticed he was hard. His hands now pressed against his sweaty face as he curled
up and sobbed.
"What am I supposed to do?" he squeaked. Normally, it would've been his master
that he would consult when he didn't understand his own emotions. But now,
there was no one.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair and twisted them around his locks,
yanking until his scalp burned like fire. It was the only thing that could
distract him from the silence of his room. It reminded him of his crushing
loneliness.
 
Mob wasn't sure how long he laid there, curled up and crying in frustration,
but his daze was broken by a soft ding. It was his cell phone. He forced
himself to get up and check it again. There were three missed calls and one
voicemail; he must not have noticed his phone going off. Had he fallen back
asleep? He wasn't even sure himself.
"Oi, Mob, what's up? It's almost one o'clock and you're still not here. I
wanted to make sure you knew I was expecting you at work today. Maybe you
forgot. Call me when you get this, okay?"
Reigen's voice held the same tone as always. There was no hesitation or
anything out of the ordinary.
Mob closed his phone.
He felt dizzy again as he sat up.
I guess I should get up,he thought to himself. Maybe I'll just forget about it
if I ignore it.
 
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It was approaching 3:30pm and Reigen still did not receive any messages or
calls from Mob. He hadn't had any customers either, which he honestly did not
mind considering how horrible he was feeling. Even with the blinds closed and
the lights dimmed, his head was pounding incessantly.
Slightly concerned, Reigen closed his office early and headed to Mob's house.
He was craving salty ramen and hoped his assistant would be up to getting a
bowl with him if he was feeling all right. He'd scold him later for his poor
ability to respond to his messages. He got that phone for Mob just to be able
to keep in touch with him, after all.
After knocking, Ritsu answered the door.
"What do you want?" he asked shortly.
"Is Mob here? He didn't show up for work today." Ritsu frowned.
"He told me he was going to tell you... whatever. He's not feeling well today."
"Ohh. I hope he-" Reigen stopped when he saw Mob walk behind his brother.
"Mob!"
Mob froze and turned to him, his eyes wide. Seeing Reigen's face made that
sickening feeling swell up in him again; he swallowed the bile that rose in his
throat.
"Mob, what's wrong? Your brother said you're not feeling well." Ritsu rolled
his eyes and left, heading upstairs.
Mob could hear that genuine concern in his voice. Was Reigen putting up a
front, or did he truly think nothing else was wrong?
"Y-Yeah, I... my stomach. I don't..." He gripped slightly below his chest and
swallowed again, looking down at the floor, breaking eye contact. "I'm sick."
"You didn't call me back! Did you get my voicemails? I was starting to worry."
Reigen crossed his arms, but he did not look angry. He leaned against the door
frame. "It's a slow day at the office. I was going to get some ramen. Do you
want to join me? It might help with your stomach ache."
Still, nothing. Mob wasn't sure how people should react in Reigen's position,
but he knew it wasn't like this. While Reigen seemed a bit tired, there was
nothing else that indicated to him that he knew what occurred.
Was this normal? Or did Reigen not remember what happened last night?
Mob paused for a long time, considering his offer. He couldn't ignore Reigen
forever... or could he? That thought gave him a pang of sorrow. The fear of
loneliness crept in again.
"O... Okay..." he finally replied. Slowly, he walked towards the door and
slipped on his shoes. He closed the door behind him and walked besides his
master down the alley.
"Great. I think the place just down the street has other things if you'd prefer
something besides ramen. I've been craving something salty like crazy after
last night."
That feeling again, knotting up inside him. Mob felt his hands begin to shake
slightly.
"L-Last night..." Mob repeated. Reigen stretched out his arms before resting
them behind his head.
"Yeah, I don't know how much I drank, but I definitely won't be doing that
again. I feel like total garbage. I woke up on the floor this morning." Reigen
chuckled. Mob's fingers fidgeted wildly against his legs as he continued
walking, his heart beginning to pound. It was getting stronger and faster. He
swore he felt his pulse in his ears.
"Ahh, here we are!" Reigen said, snapping Mob out of his hyperfocus. "What do
you want, Mob? I think they have rice porridge here. That always helps me when
my stomach hurts."
"Plain ramen is fine," he replied while slightly wobbling towards a seat.
Reigen punched in the order at the ordering machine, paid, and took the tickets
to the attendant at the kitchen. After a moment of waiting, Reigen brought
their trays of food to the table and sat down next to Mob.
Reigen took no time before digging into his meal, eating as though he was
starving. Mob took slow, cautious bites of his noodles with a trembling hand
holding his chopsticks. He had no appetite to speak of, but he forced it down
anyway.
After a long pause, Mob stopped and put his chopsticks down.
"Master, what do you do if someone you care about hurts you?"
"What, did your brother say something rude to you? Or did he hit you or
something like that?"
Mob shrugged.
"Do you need me to talk to him?" Reigen joked.
"No, no, it's really not that bad."
Reigen continued eating, but was quiet as he thought for a moment.
"Well, you're never obligated to forgive anyone that does you wrong. It can
definitely be harder if it's someone you care about."
"I don't think he remembers doing it." The man stopped eating, ramen halfway in
his mouth.
"Huh. Was it when you two were younger? Because little kids do dumb things all
the time. They don't really know better."
"No. I just get the impression he doesn't remember. I'm afraid to ask him."
Reigen picked up a large pile of noodles.
"Regardless of whether or not he remembers, what should matter is how you feel.
Like I said, you don't have to forgive him. But holding grudges never got
anyone anywhere. I'm sure you know that, seeing so many of the spirits we've
been exorcising lately still being upset with someone that's living. Even after
death, they can't get over it. It just stays inside and eats away at them." He
stuffed the ramen into his mouth and took a bite of his pork. "It's best to
tell him how you feel. Even if you can't forgive him, it'll make you feel
better to let him know."
"I don't want to bring it up if he doesn't remember, though. I don't want to
upset him. I think he'd be upset if he knew he made meupset, and... I don't
want to do that to him."
"Ahh, you're always putting others ahead of yourself. You're such a good kid,
Mob." Reigen reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling. His shoulders
quaked in response.
Such a good kid. I love you, you know? You're just great.
Mob started to cry.
"Mob, what's wrong?" Reigen pulled his hand away quickly as if he touched
something hot. "Ahh, please don't cry! Tell me what's bothering you!"
Mob, tell me why you're crying!
Ohh my god, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?
Mob, please... please tell me what's wrong!
Mob only shook his head, lowering his gaze in sudden, overtaking shame.
"I guess I'm just... overly emotional because I don't feel well. I'm sorry,
master." Reigen sighed softly.
"Are you that upset over your brother? If it's affecting you this much, you
really should tell him, Mob. I'm sure it will make you feel better. You can't
be afraid of hurting his feelings. You have to look out for your own. You
should be your number one priority. No one else. Don't be afraid to stand up
for yourself."
Mob didn't know how to respond.
"Are you sure there's nothing else you want to tell me?"
He looked up at his master through a haze of tears. Reigen wore his usual,
genuine look of concern.
"No, master. Thank you."
Chapter End Notes
     I wasn't going to write a sequel, but I got a weird surge of
     inspiration. I tried really hard to keep them in character, but Mob
     might've been a bit off. Hope it wasn't too boring!
     Please let me know if you liked it or if you have any suggestions on
     how I can improve~!
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     The week continues.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The next few days hardly got better for Mob. As Monday came and he returned to
school, he had a much more difficult time focusing during his lectures. While
the nightmares weren't every night, he still had trouble staying asleep he was
so restless. This resulted in him dozing off in class, only to be reprimanded
in front of his classmates by the teacher. His typically-average grades were
dropping as well. Mob wanted to care, but he felt too distracted and tired to
do so.
The discussion he had with Reigen on Saturday constantly ran through his mind,
especially during those long nights where he barely slept. He said if Mob never
confronted people who have wronged him, it would eat away at him. He wondered
if that was the cause of all his problems that had crept up lately. Mob often
tried to dismiss this advice because he didn't want to follow through, but he
knew deep down, Reigen was right.
The problem was... did he really want to tell him and possibly upset him?
Reigen was a very caring person. Mob knew he was never a man of malice
intentions. The thought of upsetting Reigen was what weighed on him the most.
But if he didn't take his master's advice, he would essentially be doubting his
wisdom. Even after countless hours of dwelling on it, Mob couldn't make up his
mind.
He still went to work every day after school as if nothing had ever happened.
Often times, Reigen would call him immediately after classes and he would be
too anxious to answer. Other times, he would show up late. His master noticed
the sudden decline in his work ethic; when approached about it passively, Mob
would say he was still sick or just tired. It was hurting profits and Reigen
was growing concerned about his health.
At the end of the week, after all the work was finished for the day, Reigen
casually asked him to sit down and talk with him. It was often part of their
daily routine. Although, the last few days, Mob never said much and only
replied shortly when asked questions.
"Something is wrong," Reigen said, the seat cushion squeaking as he sat down
opposite of Mob, crossing his arms over his chest. "You've been acting
strangely lately, Mob. Are you seriously still sick from last week? Do I need
to take you to the doctor or something?"
Mob felt his stomach sink. The opportunity to tell him was presenting itself,
but he was still so unsure.
"I don't think so. I... don't know what's wrong with me." Reigen leaned back in
the chair and stared at the ceiling.
"Well, that's often a good time to go to a doctor, if you know something's
wrong but you're not sure what it is. You've been acting like you're distracted
by something, though. Are you having trouble in school? Trouble with your
classmates?"
Mob picked at the cuticles on his thumb. He felt like he was being choked, so
he attempted to distract himself. It was a familiar feeling by now.
"Look, you're trembling," Reigen pointed out as he sat back up in the chair.
"Something is definitely up. What's wrong?"
He tried to force himself from shaking by pushing his arms against his chest.
His finger started to bleed, dark blood gathering around the edges of his
thumbnail.
"Mob, please. Something is obviously bothering you."
"I.. don't really know how to say it." The words came out of his mouth without
thinking.
"It's okay. Take your time."
Mob sighed deeply, trying to control his breathing. His windpipe was so
constricted he could barely speak. After several moments of collecting himself,
he found his voice.
"Master, something happened after I took you back to your apartment last week.
You said a lot of nice things to me, and... you laid on top of me and I told
you I was uncomfortable, but... you asked me if I trusted you, and I said yes,
so..."
Apprehension washed over Reigen's face. Mob stared at his shoes, afraid to look
him in the eyes.
"What you did, it felt... good, I think. I don't know. But it started to hurt,
and I told you, but you didn't stop. I don't know why it has been bothering me
so much, but I can't stop thinking about it, and when I do think about it, I
get this weird stomach ache and it's hard to breathe. I guess I just wanted to
tell you so you wouldn't be upset with me over how I've been acting lately.
It's hard for me to do anything with this sick feeling in my chest. I just
don't know how to make it go away."
Reigen rested his elbows on his knees and placed his head in his hands. He was
utterly speechless.
"I'm sorry I haven't been doing my best at work," Mob said, bowing his head in
apology. "I promise I'm trying as hard as I can."
Reigen remained silent.
"Master? Are you okay?"
"Why did you continue to see me after all of this?" The man's voice was nearly
a whisper, the tone defeated.
"Huh?"
"After this happened... you still spoke to me the next day, and you're still
here now. Why?"
"I was scared of being alone," Mob replied immediately. "The longer I was alone
with my thoughts, the worse it made me feel because I didn't have anyone to
talk to. You're the only one I really trust."
Reigen stood up immediately and took a step forward, instinctively wanting to
hug him and comfort the boy. But Mob flinched back in the chair, his hands
brought up against his chest as if to brace himself against a blow. Reigen
froze.
"You're... scared of me." Tears gathered at the bottom of Reigen's eyes.
"You're scared of me, aren't you?"
"No, I just-"
"Ohh my god..." Reigen backed up until he felt the chair hit the back of his
legs and he fell back onto the seat, covering his face with his hands once
more. "You're scared I'm going to hurt you again..."
"That's not it at all. I know you would never hurt me."
Overwhelmed, Reigen slid his fingers down against his lids and pushed on his
eyes, attempting to stifle tears from falling down his face.
"You should go," he muttered.
"Huh?"
"You're fired, Mob."
"Master, wait! No!" Mob jumped out of his seat in alarm. "This is why I didn't
want to tell you! I didn't want to upset you!"
Reigen pulled his hands away and looked up at him, the mist in his eyes in
stark contrast to his cross expression.
"I took advantage of you! Why do you care so much about how I feel?!"
"Because I love you!"
There was a silence that lasted many moments. Reigen finally stood up from his
chair and walked towards the door, taking his suit jacket off the coat rack.
"All the more reason to leave, then." He took a plaid scarf out of his pocket,
wrapped it around his neck and turned towards the exit. He couldn't bear to
look at Mob any longer.
"You're a child, Mob, and I'm an adult. If I ever gave you the impression
before that I wanted anything more than a master-apprentice relationship, I'm
sorry. I've done nothing but exploit your trust in me. You don't deserve that."
"But you told me you loved me, too!" Mob yelled, exasperated and desperate.
"I'm so sorry! Please don't leave, Master Reigen!"
Reigen leaned his forehead against the door to try to keep himself from turning
around. He hadto do this, no matter how difficult it was for the two of them.
He had to be the responsible adult in the situation. There was absolutely no
hope for any sort of romantic relationship between them, especially after what
he had done. He refused to let Mob suffer in the long run, even if it meant
short-term pain.
"No, Mob," he said softly.  "Don't ever be sorry. Never, ever be sorry.
Absolutely none of this is your fault. If I can just ask one more thing from
you, it would be that you never come back here again."
Mob ran up to him and threw his arms around his waist, his tears soaking the
back of Reigen's suit jacket. He clung to him tightly as if he'd float away if
he let go, despite every signal in his brain screaming for him to stay away.
His arms shook and his knees felt as if they'd give out on him.
"Please Master, please don't... please don't leave...! I forgive you! I really
do!" Mob's heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest. The split-
second thought that he would feel that same loneliness from before was enough
to make him ill with panic.
Reigen easily pried the boy's arms off. He opened the door and closed it behind
him, not bothering to reply.
Mob started to hyperventilate as he felt a sudden pressure in his head like it
was caught in a vice. He crouched down on the floor, his hands pushing against
his temples to try to make the pain stop. Darkness crept into the corners of
his vision, but he fought hard to keep himself conscious.
No, don't lose control, no, no, no...
The floor boards shook under him. The door rattled against the frame. The
pressure was getting stronger; it traveled down his spine, numbing his limbs as
his fingers and toes burned. Various objects on tables clattered as they hit
the ground.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, it'll be okay, it'll all be okay...!
A hand grasped Mob's shoulder and he gasped, suddenly snapped out of his daze.
The ground stopped quivering beneath him. He looked up; Reigen's eyes met his,
wet streaks lining the man's cheeks from fresh tears.
"M-Master...?"
Despite the look of regret, Reigen only sighed softly and turned back around,
leaving the office once more.
Mob was alone again.
This is for the best, Reigen told himself as he descended the stairwell, wiping
his face with the back of his sleeve. The best for both of us.
Chapter End Notes
     I never would've thought I'd write so quickly or even that I'd write
     another chapter, but all the tremendous support had me feeling so
     good, I just had to!! I hope it's not so over-the-top dramatic that
     it's comical, because I started getting that vibe after rereading it.
     I love Reigen so much, it hurt me to write this... I think I'll be
     writing a 4th chapter eventually to delve more into their emotions,
     because this chapter was light on those details.
     As always, comments and critique are greatly appreciated and keep me
     going! If you have any suggestions for how I can improve, I would
     love to hear any recommendations you have. Thanks again~!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Please note that this chapter has a brief scene of violence and non-
     consensual sex. If that bothers you, skip the first part of the fic,
     please!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Reigen's hands shook as he brought his lighter up to his face, igniting yet
another cigarette. He inhaled deeply as he leaned back on the couch in his
living room. The room was hazy with tobacco smoke. Normally, he would take care
to do this near the window, but he couldn't bear to care about anything at the
moment.
Ash fluttered onto his shirt as he inhaled again. He briefly contemplated
putting the cigarette out on his hand. Reigen felt worthy of being punished for
what he had done. It wasn't fair there were no other repercussions other than
the fact that he was now very much alone; despite how much the loneliness hurt,
it didn't feel like enough.
His imagination plagued him with possibilities so sick, it disturbed him that
his mind was able to conjure them. Mob hadn't been very specific when he told
him what happened. Part of him wanted to know exactly what occured to lay these
troubling scenarios to rest. The other was terrified to know just how much he
screwed up.
Reigen laid his head down on the pillow, staring blankly at the dingy ceiling
of his apartment. His cigarette was near its end. He grinded it into the
ashtray sitting on the glass coffee table next to him and kept his gaze fixed
above him.
*-*-*-*-*
"M-Master, I don't like this!"
"Master please, don't!"
"It hurts! It hurts!"
His hand pressed down against his mouth. Small fingers wrapped around his wrist
to try to pry it off, but he was too strong.
His screams were muffled now. Every time he moved, he saw it in his eyes. Tears
dribbled down his temples and dampened the fabric beneath him.
He started to fight back. Nails clawed at anything he could reach. They were
useless against clothing. Another hand covered his nose, pressing down with all
his weight. He couldn't breathe. Those tiny fingers returned to his wrists, but
quickly lost their grip.
His eyelashes fluttered, his eyes now rolling back into his skull. His head
lulled. Hands fell back to his side. His cheeks flushed blue.
He didn't let go. He didn't stop moving, even as the body beneath him went
limp. He didn't want to stop. This was for him and him alone.
"I love you," he whispered into his ear. "I love you so much, Mob."
*-*-*-*-*
Reigen shot up, sweat beading down his forehead as he attempted to fully regain
consciousness. His chest heaved as he frantically looked around the room,
trying to ground himself. Groggily, he stood from the couch and quickly entered
the kitchen. His hands were trembling wildly as he took a glass bottle from a
lower cabinet and poured its contents into a ceramic cup.
It burned his throat as he gulped it down, but it did little to wake him from
his daze.
"Ohh my god," Reigen said out loud to no one, leaning onto his kitchen counter
and staring at the dull white paint that dressed the walls. A warmth was
already beginning to settle in his chest and trickle down his limbs. It still
wasn't enough to forget the nightmare.
You're so sick, he thought to himself. It wasn't enough to fantasize about
touching him. You had to act on it? What the fuck, Arataka? What the fuck?
Another long swig of whiskey. That carefree feeling he typically felt from
alcohol was replaced with utter remorse.
There was absolutely nothing he could do to make this right. Reigen had been
Mob's mentor for many years now, watching him grow and change and develop his
quirks and weaknesses. And even though Mob didn't know it, he was an
inspiration to his master as well. Reigen saw strong, relentless ambition in
the boy that he knew he never possessed. He knew it was borderline unhealthy
how much they both depended on each other before, but he also knew he was
nothing without his apprentice.
Reigen didn't remember when those feelings turned into something more. He
denied their existance because he knew it was wrong. Even when Mob became of
age, it still felt like pursuing anything would be taking advantage of him. The
last thing Reigen wanted to do was to take even more advantage of Mob than he
already had.
For all he knew, Mob could've just said he loved him because Reigen supposedly
said it first. He probably put the idea in his head. Mob wasobsessively
dwelling on that night, after all. Some sort of messed up Stockholm Syndrome
situation. As if Reigen couldn't feel any more hatred towards himself.
Reigen took another long drink before he broke down in tears, sliding down the
doors of the lower kitchen cabinet and resting seated on the floor.
Why couldn't Mob just hate him?
 
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Mob kicked his shoes off as he entered his home, pushing them next to his
brother's school shoes neatly before immediately heading up to his bedroom. As
soon as he closed his bedroom's door, he choked on a sob caught in his throat.
He changed into his pyjamas (even though it was only 4pm) and laid down in bed.
The heavy duvet over his body was slightly soothing.
Reigen told him if he told the truth to the person who hurt him, he'd feel
better. But the weight on Mob's chest felt heavier than ever, threatening to
crack his ribs if he inhaled too much, making him feel light-headed and dizzy.
Not even admitting he loved him - something that weighed on him much longer
than this, though to a much less smothering degree - eased the tension.
Mob... thoughthe was in love. Every time he saw Reigen, he felt himself smiling
more. He was the only person the boy felt comfortable around because he truly
believed Reigen understood him. He got butterflies in his stomach whenever he
praised him and even stronger ones when he felt him brush his arm or touch his
hand. Reigen's hand on his shoulder used to make him feel weak in the knees in
a pleasurable way Mob couldn't even explain.
But now, all it did was make him shake and panic.
Reigen told Mob he loved him that night. He said he wanted him to feel good
because he loved him. And it definitely felt good at first. Mob had been
uneasy, as he was completely inexperienced, but there was definitely a part of
him that enjoyed being that close to his master. But when he didn't stop...
That bizarre feeling was creeping up in his stomach again, mixing with his
anxiety. It was much like how he felt that night. Mob's pants felt tighter
against him; peeking under the blanket and noticing his erection, his tears
fell harder.
He made Reigen cry that night and he made Reigen cry today. Never before had
Mob ever seen his master that way before. He always seemed collected and in
control, even in the most stressful situations. To think he could make him that
upset over merely staying silent or flinching brought about a wave of self-
loathing Mob hadn't experienced before.
He rolled over and tucked his knees to his chest, staring blankly at his desk
before dozing off.
*-*-*-*-*
Mob sprawled out on the small mattress, wrapping himself in one of Reigen's
work shirts. It smelled like his cologne. The sun was just coming up, its rays
warming his cheeks.
"Oi, Mob," he heard his voice say. "Aren't you going to get up for school?"
"Five more minutes," he replied. Reigen snorted as he smiled.
"Nope, I won't allow you being late again. You have to get up now!"
Reigen put his arms around Mob and lifted him up from the bed. Mob threw his
head back as he laughed, swinging his arms playfully as if fighting him back.
His master sat at the edge of the bed and held him so close, he could hear his
heartbeat. There was no apprehension. Mob felt nothing but security with his
arms around him.
"I love you." Reigen brushed his hair away and kissed his forehead. "I love you
so much, Mob."
*-*-*-*-*
 
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Reigen did not answer his phone nor his voicemails for three days. The idea of
returning to work without Mob was distressing; the thought of even stepping
foot in his office made him nauseous. But through a harsh night of binge
drinking and two packs of cigarettes a day, he convinced himself he would make
it through. He'd just need to find his ambition once more and hope for the
best.
Two weeks passed. Reigen distracted himself with as many clients as possible
attempting to ignore the pang of loneliness when he realized Mob was not there.
It was especially difficult at the end of the day, when he would typically take
his apprentice out for a quick dinner while Mob would talk about his studies
and how school life was going. Reigen missed those moments the most of all.
Late one afternoon, the front door buzzer went off, signaling someone wanted to
enter.
"Come in," Reigen called, quickly removing his feet from his desk and
straightening up in his chair. He kicked his shoes underneath as well to hide
the fact that he was only in his socks.
Mob stepped in anxiously, clutching the straps of his backpack tightly. He was
still wearing his school uniform. Reigen froze, his eyes widening in an
uninterpretable emotion.
"Master," Mob said softly. Reigen sighed deeply.
"I asked you not to come back here."
"I know, and I'm sorry, but..." Mob was silent for a long moment as he stared
at the carpet, trying to find the words he wanted to say.
Reigen could already feel sweat beading on his brow even though he attempted to
remain collected. The boy he hurt so often in his nightmares was standing in
front of him, probably coming back to tell him how he ruined his life. To tell
him he wishes he were dead. To give every account of how much he has suffered
in the past month, while shaking and crying and pulling back in fear, just to
rub salt in his barely-healing wound.
He secretly hoped that was the case. He felt like he deserved it.
"I didn't want the last time I ever talked to you to be so upsetting. I think
it would help me feel better if I talked to you one last time, but without any
yelling. I hope that's okay."
Reigen leaned back in his chair.
"That's fine," he said simply. He felt himself wince slightly thinking about
what more Mob could possibly have to say to him.
"I know you never wanted to see me again because you thought it was what was
best for me. But I... I'm sorry, Master, but I don't think that's true." Mob
idly twirled the hanging part of the strap of his backpack with his finger. "I
had a lot of free time these past couple weeks and I thought about things a
lot. What you did to me was scary and I didn't like it, but I think with time,
I'll be able to get over it."
"Mob, don't feel like you ever have to get over it," Reigen couldn't help but
interject. "Don't let anyone make you think that. I certainly don't think that.
You have every right to be upset." Mob felt his heart flutter. It had been so
long since he was given advice.
"Honestly though... I don't think I can do it without your help."
Reigen crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm sorry you think that, Mob," he sighed. "But I just can't in good
conscience continue to see you after I know how you feel about me... and... how
I feel about you... it's just not right. I can't shake the feeling that I'm
taking advantage of you."
"Okay," Mob said softly, his gaze now fixed on the tips of his shoes. "I
understand, Master. I'm sorry I doubted you."
The boy solemnly turned away, intending to leave without saying another word.
That familiar weight on his chest still lingered. He had hoped it would've left
him by now.
"Mob, wait."
He turned around. Reigen had straightened up in his chair, his hands folded and
resting on the desk. There was a tinge of despair written on his face; Mob had
never seen this in him before.
"I never told you I was sorry."
"Huh? You don't have to-"
"No," Reigen interrupted him. "I don't want to tell you how much this has been
killing me these past few weeks because I don't want you to be upset. But the
fact that I haven't been able to apologize to you is what has ruined me the
most over this. There is was absolutely no excuse for what I did."
Mob wasn't sure what to say.
"I wish I could give you a hug, but I don't want to scare you," he continued,
bringing one hand to his forehead, exasperated. "Just know that I really care
about you, Mob. Words don't mean much, but... I'm truly, truly sorry. From the
bottom of my heart."
Mob smiled before coming behind Reigen's desk, opening his arms up in
invitation. Reigen initially paused, still apprehensive. After a brief moment,
he slowly put his arms around him, pulling him closer and holding him tight.
Mob felt his master's wild heartbeat against his ear. He wasn't trembling. The
crushing feeling in his chest that plagued him the past few weeks seemed a bit
lighter; he relished being able to breathe again.
"Thank you, Master."
Chapter End Notes
     I FINALLY FINISHED THIS ANGSTY CHEESE FEST. I forced an awkward sorta
     bittersweet ending because I know that's what most people wanted... I
     feel so inept at writing romance so I have no drive to continue, I'm
     sorry! Now I can go on to darker things, including a requested
     rewrite of the first chapter of this fanfiction to be more gruesome.
     I honestly intended for the first chapter to be a lot more graphic,
     but got really nervous since I was new to the fandom and didn't want
     to push anyone's buttons. But now that I know some of ya'll are as
     decrepit as me, perhaps I can stop holding back so much~
     Speaking of fandom, THANK YOU to everyone who commented on this fic!!
     I super appreciate all your feedback, it really pushed me to continue
     writing this and made me feel so good! I never thought I'd continue
     this past one chapter and write a dramatic-as-heck conclusion, but...
     here we are. So thank you! <3
     I'll still gladly take any comments or criticisms to help me improve
     my writing! and pssst go be my friend on twitter @mobbu100!
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