Sebi knew he shouldn’t feel so uncomfortable knowing Necomir had a childhood friend, but he couldn’t help it. He used to be Necomir’s in a past life, but that past life was long gone. Everything was different now, and even if he wished he’d have a relationship so good with Necomir like in the last life, that was simply impossible.
Different people had mingled and met Necomir first, Sebi can’t be upset about that.
Sebi cleared his throat and asked, “She’s a…”
“She’s an ice user, and a really damn good one,” Bellona said, respect and slight intimidation evident in her voice.
“Interesting,” he answered distractedly.
So powerful too…
Breathing in, Sebi smiled and told Bellona before she could notice anything, “Let’s go, we still have classes.”
Meanwhile, Necomir continued to talk to this chirpy childhood friend of his whom he hadn’t seen in a while.
“Honestly Necomir, Mum really missed you,” Kenojuak smiled, her whole face glowing with beauty. “She told me to invite you over for a chat in the future, and she didn’t sound like she would take no for an answer.”
“Is that so…” Necomir answered, uninterested as his eyes subconsciously strayed over the woman’s shoulder. His eyes brightened lightly when he found Sebi talking to Bellona and wanted to call out to him, but they left quickly.
Disappointed, Necomir boredly sagged against the wall.
“Hey,” Kenojuak snapped her fingers. “I know you’re tired from whatever you are doing these days, but pay attention to me today, at least.”
Necomir hummed. He recalled the words Kenojuak spoke moments ago, made sense of them since he hadn’t been really listening at first, then answered, “I’ll think about it. Mrs. Leclerc will have to wait a while.”
“That’s no good,” Kenojuak clicked her tongue before sighing daintily. “Anyway, we’ll go up against you at the Hexagon this weekend. Will that be okay? You only have four members, and I have an exquisite, high quality team of five members. I wouldn’t want to bully you.”
Necomir felt his temple throb, and he suddenly wanted to rub the hell out of this shameless woman’s hair, like he used to back in the day when he got irritated with her (and that was loads of times).
“We have a recruit, you don’t have to worry since we’d perfectly be able to thrash your asses,” Necomir said as he smiled lazily.
Kenojuak didn’t look impressed and could only chuckle as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Alright, I’ll look forward to how you embarrass yourselves at the Hexagon.”
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Their first practice as a five-member group was that afternoon after Ability Enhancement class.
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Sebi entered the training room, smiling as his friends ceremoniously clapped their hands. This was definitely not needed, but everyone thought the first session of having him should be a little special.
“Would you like to say anything to your new team?” Necomir asked.
Sebi didn’t really know what to say, and to relieve him from awkwardness, Akhenaten suddenly spoke, “We finally have a member who can easily carry us to victory while we lie down!”
Sebi burst out laughing as Bellona knocked Akhenaten to the side. “Have some dignity!” she exclaimed. “I am powerful, you are powerful! Even though we are always eliminated first, we still need to prove ourselves worthy!”
“I will take the work I am assigned with wholeheartedly, but I definitely won’t allow you to slack off,” Sebi snickered.
“I won’t let them,” Necomir said, sparing a little smirk. “But I will exploit your powers and make our opponents suffer psychologically through intimidation.”
“…” Sebi realized his friends were silly but ruthless.
The training was mostly designed by Necomir as the captain, taking suggestions from the members in consideration of their abilities and skills. Their team synergy mostly used Akhenaten as the defense, Chunmi as the support, and both Bellona and Necomir as aggressive players, though most of the time they had to work individually.
“As much as I want to make Sebi as an aggressive player, I cannot because the Player Cores would automatically suppress Sebi’s ability,” Necomir said, looking at Sebi’s bright, expectant eyes. “You’ll play as a support who will fill in as an aggressive player when needed.”
The team started to battle against intelligent robots simulated to be enemies in the tournament. The ability they use were random, so they were trained to adapt hastily.
For the first round, the robots simulated a team with players that can throw projectiles along with another telekinetic. They played as usual, while Sebi tried his best to keep up. His Player Core deliberately weakened his energy space, so his telekinesis was around the same pathetic level as the robot’s.
But Sebi didn’t complain. He concentrated and did his best, managing to help catch his teammates being thrown around by the telekinetic robot and block incoming projectiles. By the time he managed to smash the last robot against the ceiling, Sebi had sapped all of his energy and fell to his knees, panting even more than the others.
“Sebi, you should rest,” Chunmi said, noticing him first as she helped him sit on the bench.
Sebi was dizzy as hell, his eyesight turning doubles as he couldn’t really see well. His heart was beating so hard, pumping oxygen through his deprived body.
“How pathetic… when will you learn?”
It was that voice again, speaking into his mind, trying to influence him.
Sebi groaned lowly as he shut his eyes and clenched his fists tightly, pushing that stupid thing inside him into silence.
“Sebi,” Necomir worriedly asked, reaching out to pat Sebi’s shoulder.
When he touched him, Sebi suddenly flinched as he brought his hand up to swipe Necomir’s hand away. Bellona, Chunmi and Akhenaten’s eyes widened, holding their breaths as they watched in a daze.
Blinking in confusion, Necomir slowly took his hand back, feeling a bit numb from the shock of the strength in Sebi’s slap.
Realizing what he had done, Sebi shook his head to clear the haze in his mind. He looked up at Necomir before looking away in shame, muttering an apology as he stood up and left the room in a hurry.
Before he knew it, Sebi’s feet had taken him back to his room. Alone, he sank to the floor and groaned as he took off his Player Core and ruffled his hair.
He had done that intentionally. When Necomir came to him, Sebi had sensed what he was about to do, then he felt himself move to slap him away.
Part of him knew this was nonsensical jealousy from what he had learned about Necomir and Kenojuak, but part of him also knew that his emotions were out of control for no reason. It might be the influence of the thing inside him, heightening the feelings inside him that he would usually suppress yet were strong enough to affect his behavior.
“This is stupid,” Sebi grumbled as he stood up.
“Is it, Decebal Yan?”
Sebi clenched his fights when he heard that voice speak through his mind. He gritted his teeth and forced it down again.
“You can’t escape forever, Sebi. Sooner or later, we’ll unite. When that day comes, you’ll be a god.”
God?
Sebi blinked as something seemed to forcefully surge through him. His soft eyes sharpened, an aura of telekinetic force starting to grow around him, threatening to make the floors and the walls crack…
A knock came on his door.
“Sebi?”
It was Necomir. “Can we talk?”
Sebi seemed to gain back his consciousness as he calmly stood up. He opened the door and saw Necomir, looking at him with a worried expression on his handsome face.
“Neco…” Sebi spoke lowly, peeking up at him through his eyelashes.
Necomir felt his heart soften. He terribly wanted to touch Sebi, but he subconsciously felt that he must have done something wrong for Sebi to have acted the way he did earlier, even if he couldn’t for the life of him recall what he did wrong.
“Are you okay?” he tentatively asked. “I’m very worried about you… did the core make you feel ill? Should I bring you to–”
Sebi seemed to shiver as he stared down at the ground. The silence was uncomfortable, and Necomir sensed that there was something terribly wrong.
Reaching out, Necomir grabbed his arms with a bit of strength. Startled, Sebi looked up abruptly with a flitting twisted expression on his face.
But Necomir didn’t miss it.
Before he could say anything, Sebi suddenly used his powers to push him to the wall as he flung his arm out to slam the door shut.
“Sebi!” Necomir cried out, eyebrows furrowed as he hissed in pain.
The smaller man suddenly pounced on him. He possessively perched his hands on the curves of Necomir’s neck then pulled him down. The distance was inconsistent as Sebi’s breath fanned across Necomir’s face.
Necomir gulped, his throat dry as something inside him sparked at the strange, hungry expression on Sebi’s face. The fact that their lips were so close made Necomir’s veins buzz with electricity, and he couldn’t control himself from placing his large hands on Sebi’s hips.
“Hey,” Sebi suddenly whispered. His eyes were dark and unfathomable.
“Let me kiss you for once – don’t worry, I’ll make you forget about it once we’re done.”
Author’s Note:
Sebi needs a therapist and an exorcist 
I agree SO MUCH with the author’s note Sebi needs Neco, go confort him !😭
how do we get rid of the other presence inside of him?
thanks for the chapter <3
wth O Д O, Sebii, my dear boii, get some help.
But also, eyy, he’s so bold ahh, asking for a kiss pfft
Thanks for the chapter~~