[Arashi] Nameless (2/2)
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neko_kirin3104[continued from previou page]
~ Nameless ~
“Every year, on the 24th of January, all the boys in town are told to never sleep,” Masaki said as he practically dragged, Satoshi into the woods right across Grandma Rie’s house. “If a boy closes his eyes for even just a minute, Nameless will come for him, and he’ll never make it to the 25th.”
“Wh-What? What are you saying, Masaki? Who’s Nameless? Where are we going? What’s going on?!”
Satoshi didn’t have long to wonder, because coming through a cluster of trees, he found himself standing before a lake, the exact same one in his dreams.
“What the... This is real?!”
Masaki laced his fingers through Satoshi’s, gripping his hand like he’s afraid the lightest draft of wind might sweep Satoshi away. It spoke volumes of how much he distrusted this place. “Nameless comes every year to haunt our town and take a boy’s life for whatever purpose it serves him. We don’t know what that is, or who he is, exactly. Only what he does, and who we lose because of it.”
Satoshi was trying all his best to wrap his mind around all of this. Could it really be true? Could something like this really happen? “Did he take Sho? Was Sho a real boy?” He caught his breath when a sudden realization hit him, softening his voice into a whisper, “Is Sho dead now?”
“Sho Sakurai went missing seventeen years ago, even before you and I were born. He was found at the bottom of this lake about two months later. Macchan was his friend, you know. And people say that Macchan lost his mind after he saw Sho’s dead body.”
“Did... Did Nameless kill Sho?” Satoshi felt like he had been running laps around the lake. His breaths were short, his chest felt tight, and his vision had began to reel slightly.
“Nameless...” Masaki let go of Satoshi’s hand to wrap an arm around the boy’s trembling shoulders. “He took his first victim the year after Sho’s death.”
“Wh-What—?” Satoshi’s knees had began buckling, too.
“January 24th is the eve of Sho Sakurai’s birthday.”
Masaki didn’t have to say anymore. Satoshi knew enough to understand.
And yet, even with the spark of fear that Masaki had rekindled in his heart, Satoshi still met Sho in his dream that night—
“Are you going to kill me?” he flat-out asked, never one to dilly-dally when it came to finding out the truth.
Sho laughed like he had never heard anything more amusing. “I’ll try not to.”
“Why?” Tears blurred his vision, more for the betrayal than the threat of death. Just when he was starting to trust this boy... “Why did you kill all those boys? What did they ever do to you, Sho?!”
“Nothing. They simply didn’t turn out to be the right fit, is all...”
“What?” Satoshi almost choked on his own voice. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
“I’m not a bad person, Satoshi. You know that. You feel it, right?” Sho looked at him, his voice and gaze unnaturally mild. He flittered out from his slump on the grass and in a split-second reappeared before Satoshi, quickly grabbing the gasping boy’s arms to keep him in place. “I’m not a bad person. I just want to get out. And you are my only way out...”
Satoshi woke up to the now familiar late-night call from Masaki.
This time, he did not even try to mask his apprehensions, his tearful voice, anymore. “He’s after me! You’re right, Masaki! Sho is after me! Please... help me!”
“I’m coming over!” Masaki practically screamed into the phone. “Stay with Grandma Rie until I come, okay?!”
Even being flanked by Masaki on one side and Nino on the other, Satoshi hardly felt safe. He burrowed deeper into Masaki’s protective embrace, his first real show of affection for the boy who had always stayed by his side.
Nino, who had been sleeping over at Masaki’s place, was only barely awake and probably hadn’t yet grasped what was happening entirely. He did, however, clasped Satoshi’s hand, and leaned his head to the arm Masaki had wrapped around the boy, as all three of them tried to absorb all they could from the conversation Grandma Rie was currently having with Satoshi’s father on the phone.
“You have to get him out of here!” The old woman was hysterical now. Satoshi thought it was a bit funny how her bun was still intact this late in the night. “He’s not supposed to be here in the first place, Masahiro! I told you! I told you!
“I don’t care if I don’t see him again! You know how much I love that boy! But I’d rather that he be away somewhere else than dead!
“What do you mean why him? I told you this was going to happen!
“Sixteen boys, Masahiro! Sixteen boys since he died! You still don’t think it’s him?! Why are you even surprised that he’s after Satoshi now? You have to get your son out of here, you prick, before you lose him, too!”
The boys caught their breaths all at the same time, moving as one to straighten themselves up and listen in more closely, try to understand the meanings behind Grandma Rie’s words. Even Nino had started to take a deeper interest, his mind now fully alert—
“No, no! I don’t care that he’s listening right now! I know! I know! He’s been through a lot, but he deserves to know the truth!
Satoshi felt Masaki’s arm tighten around him. He felt his heart tighten inside his chest. Nino leaned forward, arms propped to his knees, face set in a serious frown. Like a wise old man listening to the woes of the universe, while already simultaneously formulating a conclusion—
“Well then, if you can’t then I will! But you have to get him out of here before the 24th, Masahiro! If I ever lose this boy, I am going to kill myself and haunt you for the rest of my life!”
When Grandma Rie rejoined them and told Satoshi that they had something to talk about, Satoshi rather stubbornly insisted that his friends stayed by his side or he wouldn’t hear any of it.
The old woman relented and slumped on the armchair beside the couch with a loud sigh, like he had just thrown away a heavy sack of potatoes that had always been hanging on her back. “Masahiro got Yukie pregnant when she was eighteen. He hid her here, far away from his wife, until she gave birth. Yukie registered the child under a different name so that they could easily deny him, should their affair be found out. They were both at the peak of their careers, after all. And I wouldn’t have minded taking care of that boy for the rest of my life...”
“The boy’s name...” Nino spoke up, his voice low and matter-of-fact. “It’s Sho Sakurai, isn’t it?”
Grandma Rie’s slight nod sent a painful shot right through Satoshi’s heart.
“You mean he’s Satoshi’s brother?!” Masaki exclaimed.
Grandma Rie bit her lip and regarded Satoshi with one of her most loving gazes. Satoshi met it, held it, but was hardly warmed by it. “Sho was a charming boy. He loved his Mommy very much. Took care of her when she came here to recover from her addiction. That woman’s life hadn’t been easy, you know. Sometimes, I wish I could just beat Masahiro up for what he did to her. But Masahiro did love Yukie very much. It’s just too bad that he couldn’t be around more to prove that...
“After Sho died, Yukie got worse. Her addiction had also ruined her chances of ever getting pregnant again. Yukie begged Masahiro and promised him she would never use again, that she’d straighten her life if he could please just give her her boy back...
“So, Masahiro decided to adopt from a discrete source from out of town... You were just as charming as your brother, Satoshi. And we all fell in-love with you at first sight.”
Satoshi supposed those words were meant to make him feel better, but they failed. There couldn’t have been anyway to soften that blow, even if they asked God himself to come down and tell him to his face that he was never unwanted.
His real parents gave him up...
His Mommy thought he was a monster...
He was here because Daddy had thrown him out...
Because Satoshi had always really been nothing but a filler for their first son, Sho...
Just a filler. Nothing more.
And the worst part of it all was that, he was starting to feel like he owed that boy something. Perhaps even owed the boy his life—
“Satoshi...”
He blinked and realized that he had been crying profusely. And that his face was cupped in Masaki’s hands. And that Masaki was looking into his eyes, thumbing his tears away. Their foreheads were pressed together, their warm breaths teasing each other’s cheeks. “Don’t. Don’t even think about it," Masaki hissed. “Satoshi, I am here, okay. And I want you. God, I love you! Grandma Rie loves you! Hell, I bet even Nino loves you—!”
“Of course I do, you dolt—!”
“You owe that boy nothing, all right? You owe him nothing!”
Satoshi couldn’t help chuckling at how accurately Masaki had anticipated his train of thoughts. And how the boy could just say his own thoughts out loud like that without even blinking; sheer honesty spilling out in its simplest form, just as Masaki had always been able to do when it mattered.
And in that sudden burst of blissful realization in the midst of all the gloom and pain, Satoshi found himself grabbing Masaki’s face and unabashedly closing the short distance between their lips.
Nino didn’t even bother squawking this time. But this was probably because Grandma Rie had just cupped a hand to his mouth before dragging him away to the kitchen.
“You look... different.”
Satoshi tried to keep his breath calm as he stood as far away as he could from Sho, who seemed to be more than happy to stick to his lazy slump on the grass.
Since Nino had rather pointedly told everyone that there’s no way Satoshi would ever escape Sho, unless he faced up to his adoptive brother and hoped to talk some sense into his head, they had all agreed that he should come back here, to try and convince Sho to stop whatever it was that he was doing...
Not to mention that avoiding Sho would have to mean not falling asleep for the rest of his life—
“How does it feel to be kissed for the first time? I never did find out.” Sho sighed wistfully, turning his face up to the skies. “I died first before Macchan could muster up the courage to kiss me. Tragic, ain’t it?”
Satoshi was grateful for the minute fluttering in his chest that was left over from the fuller, crazier one he felt when Masaki kissed him back. He clenched his right hand into a fist, knowing that his boyfriend got a tight hold on it on other side. “We need to talk.”
“Sure,” Sho said casually, gesturing to the grass beside him. “Do you want me to hurt my neck looking up at you while you talk? C’mon! We used to enjoy talking to each other, right?”
Satoshi’s breath caught. He hesitated.
“I’m not gonna hurt you. Just please sit down. You can tell your Aniki anything...”
“I’ll stay here,” Satoshi said stubbornly before slumping down where he stood. He wasn’t yet ready to treat this boy as an older brother.
“Suit yourself.” Sho flittered out again, and reappeared on the grass beside his brother, making the younger boy shriek and flinch away. “Stay,” he said, the edge in his voice making Satoshi freeze and relent, though still leaning as far away as he could. “Now, what do you want to talk about, Little Brother?”
“What is it that you want, Sho? Do you really have to kill for it?”
“I never meant to kill anyone...” Sho’s face grew somber, his voice grave, almost apologetic. “I just want to see Mommy...”
“What did all those boys have to do with it?”
“Nothing. And that’s the point. They never knew Mommy. But you do. You do, Satoshi. You love Mommy the same way that I do—”
“Didn’t she hurt you, too?” Satoshi did still have affections for the woman who raised him, even though he hardly really understood any of it anymore.
“She didn’t mean it. You know, she never meant it, right?!” Sho’s eyes looked crazed, glinting with a thin layer of tears. “It was those things! Those white powdery things she kept snorting, kept injecting into herself. She always acted funny afterwards. You saw it too, right? It wasn’t her! It wasn’t her fault! You think the same, don’t you? You think the same, that’s why you have always been able to forgive her, Satoshi! No matter how many times she hurt us. We just keep forgiving her over and over, because it was never her fault! It was never her fault...”
Satoshi sobbed loudly. He wanted to scream and wail to ease the tightness in his chest. He pressed a hand to it and tried making do with a deep breath. It just ended up feeling tighter. He thought his head was going to explode. He whimpered, he whined, bawling over the painful memories, and the steadfastly forgiving love he knew he still shared with Sho for the woman they called Mommy—
He hadn’t even realized how much he missed her, how much he wanted to see her, too...
“I tried to get rid of them, you know,” Sho said, sniffling, rubbing a hand to the snot under his nose. “I tried so hard! But my efforts were all useless! I remember...” The boy’s voice faded into a whisper, of both reminiscence and regret, “I remember how she was the last thought I had before I died...”
It hit Satoshi then, how he had never really thought to ask, “What happened to you, Sho? Who killed you?”
Sho held his gaze, “I... I don’t really know. I can’t remember...”
Satoshi noted how there was hardly a twitch of emotion on his brother’s face when Sho said those words. He also did feel that there was something—no, a lot of things, that the boy was not telling him. But he decided to let this go for now. This wasn’t what he came here for, after all. “You said that you wanted to see Mommy. That it’s all you want to do. How are you even gonna do that?
“Let me be you for a while...” Sho simply said, eyes pleading. “Just for a while... Just give me a couple of days with her. Then I’ll come back here, you’ll get your body back. That’s all. That’s all, Satoshi.”
Satoshi understood what Sho meant. It seemed so simple, and yet so complicated at the same time. “Will you stop killing people after that?”
There was a faint glint that Satoshi almost missed at the corner of Sho’s eye, but his brother’s grateful smile proved more distracting. “Yes. I’ll stop. All I want is to see Mommy. That’s all I wanna do... Will you help me?”
“I’ll... think about it.” It seemed too easy to say “yes”. But he also didn’t trust this boy completely just yet. He would have to talk this out first with Masaki—
“You can’t tell anyone about this, Satoshi. They are never going to understand.”
Satoshi frowned. Sometimes, it did get annoying how his thoughts could easily be read by others. And why couldn’t he tell anyone anyway—?
“This is your one chance to put an end to this, Little Brother. This is all I ask in return.”
Satoshi hated lying to people, especially to the ones he loved. But he had no choice. It had to be done, or else Sho was never going to stop—
“Satoshi...”
“Hm...?” Satoshi kept his eyes close, his hands intertwined with his boyfriend’s. Back pressed up to Masaki’s chest, cheek resting comfortably against Masaki’s cheek. It was a day before the 24th. Satoshi told them that he had already convinced Sho of a compromise, but that Sho had asked him to keep it between themselves—
“He’s not coming for anyone anymore. I just have to do this one thing for him...”
Grandma Rie wanted to rush to the town council and share this information right away, but Nino insisted that they shouldn’t let their guards down so easily. Not just yet—
Masaki pulled Satoshi closer to himself, brushed a loving kiss to the boy’s temple before saying, “I feel that there’s something really sneaky going on in your head. And it worries me that you might get yourself in trouble and I couldn’t even be there to save you...”
“I’ll be fine, Masaki...” He felt his nose twitch, an uncontrolled tick whenever he wasn’t so sure about what he was saying.
“Just...” Masaki’s embrace grew tighter, almost suffocating; desperate and pleading. “Satoshi, just promise me that you’re gonna come back, okay? You’re gonna come back.”
Satoshi tightened his grip on Masaki’s hands to match. “You’ll have to promise me, too, that you won’t give up on me, all right? No matter what happens.”
Masaki snorted. “Easy peasy.”
They chuckled softly in the darkness, careful not to wake Grandma Rie up, sharing a few light kisses before finally tucking themselves in, with Masaki having to crawl all the way back to the foot of the bed where Grandma Rie had laid out his futon.
Masaki didn’t want to let Satoshi sleep on his own since they found out that Sho was going after him. But Grandma Rie didn’t trust any of them to behave should they be left on their own in Satoshi’s room.
So they now found themselves in the old woman’s room instead, sleeping on separate futons until after the 25th had passed, stealing these sweet precious moments with each other as soon as they heard Grandma Rie snoring.
It didn’t even take a minute before Satoshi felt Masaki slipping back into his blanket and pulling him tight and fast into the warmest embrace.
“I love you,” Masaki whispered, breath teasing Satoshi’s nape, a drop of tear sliding down Satoshi’s skin. “I don’t care if Grandma Rie kills me tomorrow, I just wanna stay like this tonight.”
Satoshi pressed Masaki’s hand to his chest, right over where his heart was beating out its equally rebellious approval. “Grandma Rie can kill us both, then.”
Masaki pressed a giggly kiss on his shoulder, and then the softest loving bite.
Satoshi closed his eyes with a smile, too tired out of his mind to even notice how the tear that trailed down his cheek felt unnaturally cold—
“I love you too, Masaki...” he whispered.
Satoshi didn’t know how he even got to the lake in the early morning, barefoot in his pajamas.
But he found himself here. And this didn’t feel like a dream at all. Or had he already lost the ability to tell the difference?
It felt cold, though. Colder than he remembered. Then again, he hadn’t been here this early before.
“Hello?” he called out, soldiering on through the thin veil of mist surrounding the place. He couldn’t find his brother anywhere. “Sho!”
He heard a faint crackling sound from the distance. He looked up just in time to see that in the split-second it had taken him to turn his head to the sky, it had already gotten dark. And a smattering of colorful fireworks were lighting up the night. He could hear more sounds now: music, boisterous talks, more fireworks...
Then he remembered what Masaki had told him about the annual “Zero Wink” event the town would always hold to keep everybody, especially the boys, up and partying the entire night of the 24th. So that they didn’t fall victim to Nameless’s fatal dream...
Is it happening already?, Satoshi wondered. Where has the rest of my day gone to?
“You made it,” Sho said, suddenly appearing on a rock beside Satoshi, making the startled boy jump a good couple of feet. Sho chuckled. “I thought you have forgotten about me, what with all that commotion going on out there. I never did understand why they keep doing this, when every year some foolish boy just keeps falling, and falling, and falling right into my hands...” He turned to Satoshi. “This town is really hopeless, you know.”
“You promised you were gonna stop!” Satoshi’s voice trembled with uncertainty. Had he, like all those foolish boys in the past, just fallen for his brother’s ruse?
“Of course,” Sho said, his face quickly shifting into a mild smile. “Because this year, I’ve already found the right boy. Are you ready?”
Satoshi gulped. Nobody should ever be ready for something like this. “How long till I can come back? What if you’re just fooling me and there really is no way for me to ever get my body back?”
“Oh, you’re getting it back.” Sho stood up, reached out to capture Satoshi’s face in his hands, pressed their foreheads together.
Satoshi’s breath hitched and he tried to pull away. He stepped back several times, but only ended up getting himself trapped between a tree and his smirking brother. “Let me go...” he snarled.
Sho did, holding his palms up in front of him in a gesture of surrender. “I’m sorry. I got a little too excited. I’ve waited for this for a long time. Mommy... I’m gonna be seeing Mommy again... For my birthday... And it’s all because of you...”
Satoshi’s confidence in the boy was dwindling little by little by the minute. It must’ve shown on his face because Sho was suddenly narrowing his eyes, pursing his lips, and was reaching out for his face again.
This time, Sho hooked his fingers on each end of Satoshi’s jawbone, forcing the shivering boy to look him straight in the eye. Satoshi growled in frustration, as he realized that every attempt at pulling away was futile.
“You can’t back out now, Satoshi. Because if you do, I’ll just go after another boy and hope he’s a good fit somehow... What do you think about Masaki? Maybe he’ll make a perfect second—”
Satoshi had already thrown a punch before he could even think it through, his fist aimed at his brother’s jaw.
He didn’t hit anything. His punch just went through air.
“What the hell?!” His eyes wide with both fear and disbelief, Satoshi threw another blind punch, right into the middle of Sho’s face. Again, there was nothing but air. Cold, empty.
Sho rubbed a hand to his nose, “Hmm... That could’ve hurt. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make threats. But you’re making this difficult for me.” The Cheshire grin was back on the boy’s face, more foreboding, deceitful. “I already told you, you’re gonna get your body back. Just let me see Mommy, okay?”
Something hit Satoshi right then. A sudden realization, like the pointy end of a knife that had been hovering over his head had just snapped and dove right through his skull. “Who killed you, Sho? You do remember, right? You remember!”
Sho grunted and grabbed Satoshi’s neck with one hand, fingers gripping harder and harder.
Satoshi grabbed Sho’s wrist with both hands, trying to pull it away, slapping, clawing, as he choked and struggled for breath.
“I didn’t want it to come to this, but okay... I’ll tell you. No...” Sho raised his free hand and pressed the tips of his fingers against Satoshi’s forehead. “Lemme show you instead.”
Satoshi’s eyes rolled back into his head as his mind rushed through the last moments of his brother’s life—
He was seeing it all, experiencing it all through Sho’s eyes...
Mommy’s beautiful smile in the morning...
Mommy’s warm hug, the loving kiss on his forehead before he rushed out for school...
Then, coming back home in the afternoon...
And seeing Mommy with those things again, when she had just promised to stop—
Packets of white powder, syringes, foils, candle burning, that cloying smell of depravity in the air...
He grabbed a plastic bag, swept everything on the table into it and rushed out with Mommy at his heels...
He got to this place and threw the bag into the lake...
And then...
Mommy had called him a demon...
Grabbed his shirt, and with an unnatural strength driven by meth and blind rage, pushed him into the water...
He felt Mommy straddle him...
Heard every single one of her snarls, all the names she called him while she held him down...
He could see Mommy’s face through the water, even as he struggled, even as he choked, and gurgled...
And gave up...
He had no other choice. His lungs no longer had space left for air—
But before his vision went completely blank, he thought he saw something...
The faint outline of another boy behind Mommy, raising what looked like a turtle shell over Mommy’s head...
He didn’t know what happened next after that...
He did feel Mommy letting go of him...
But it had been too late...
He was already dead...
Satoshi dropped to his knees, coughing like he had just been drowning himself—
No, was the first thought that flashed in his head. “No,” he croaked, still yet to fully recover his breath. His arms and knees buckled under his weight, and he ended up slumping weakly on the ground. “No...” he sobbed.
Sho grabbed a handful of his hair to pull his face up. “You see now... You do understand why I need to see Mommy so badly, right? And why it has to be you...”
“Please...” Satoshi squeaked.
“Do you know why they call me Nameless? When they found me in that lake, I was so bloated that they didn’t know who I was at first. I was nameless. Nobody claimed me for days. Grandma Rie didn’t wanna believe it was me. Daddy didn’t wanna believe it was me. But Mommy... Mommy always knew... She always knew...”
Satoshi grunted in weak protest as Sho sat on his back, twisting his arm painfully so he couldn’t move without causing more pain to himself. “You’re a very lucky boy, you know that?”
“Please...” was all Satoshi knew to say, his mind still frazzled and struggling to come together.
“Daddy was never there for me.” Sho brushed a finger down his brother’s cheek. “Grandma Rie wasn’t there for me when I needed her the most, either. Nobody was there for me.” He sat back, letting up his grip on Satoshi’s arm just a little, his voice putting on an affectionate tone. “It was only Macchan who tried. He killed his pet turtle saving me, you know? But it wasn’t enough.” Sho pulled at Satoshi’s arm again, making his brother scream in pain. “It wasn’t enough, Satoshi. Aniki still died. But with your help, Aniki is gonna make them all pay for it! All of them! And we’re going to save Macchan for last, since Aniki’s still got to get his first kiss, right?”
Satoshi groaned, regaining enough of his strength to put up a struggle. Sho clucked his tongue and made him scream again by tugging at his arm.
“Then, of course, as promised, you’ll have your body back, afterwards.” Sho giggled and made Satoshi’s blood run dry, “I can’t promise Masaki would still be there for you, though. I’ll try not to kill him, if he doesn’t get in my way.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Satoshi’s ear, “Thank you, Little Brother...”
Satoshi screamed, and struggled with the last spurt of his strength...
But he gasped, and jolted up with a start when he realized that his brother was no longer there.
And all the noises had stopped...
And everywhere had become pitch-black...
He struggled to his feet, holding his throbbing arm close to his body, screaming and calling out into the void.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MASAKIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!”
He woke up to the feel of soft, warm lips pressed hard against his own. He gasped, and the lips pulled away.
“Satoshi!”
He found himself wrapped up in an embrace, so warm, and so unreal, that he could almost faint for the second time. “Masaki...” he mumbled into the boy’s neck, mentally patting his back for remembering the name.
He could hear an old woman crying behind him, and the silent, almost embarrassed sniffling from another boy.
Masaki held him away, far enough to look into his eyes. “You came back... You made me worry again. I told you not to do that!”
He could only smile, as he gradually got acquainted to his surroundings. Looking at the treetop that seemed higher than he remembered. Listening to the quiet murmurings of the lake, that somehow seemed louder now, more alive...
He grabbed a handful of grass. It felt real. And wet. And perfect.
He closed his eyes, and the tiniest hint of a smirk touched his lips when he caught the faint whiffs of his brother’s screams from the other side—
Masaki kissed him again.
He kissed Masaki back...
Maybe he could spare this boy as a token of gratitude for Satoshi...
~ Nameless ~
“Every year, on the 24th of January, all the boys in town are told to never sleep,” Masaki said as he practically dragged, Satoshi into the woods right across Grandma Rie’s house. “If a boy closes his eyes for even just a minute, Nameless will come for him, and he’ll never make it to the 25th.”
“Wh-What? What are you saying, Masaki? Who’s Nameless? Where are we going? What’s going on?!”
Satoshi didn’t have long to wonder, because coming through a cluster of trees, he found himself standing before a lake, the exact same one in his dreams.
“What the... This is real?!”
Masaki laced his fingers through Satoshi’s, gripping his hand like he’s afraid the lightest draft of wind might sweep Satoshi away. It spoke volumes of how much he distrusted this place. “Nameless comes every year to haunt our town and take a boy’s life for whatever purpose it serves him. We don’t know what that is, or who he is, exactly. Only what he does, and who we lose because of it.”
Satoshi was trying all his best to wrap his mind around all of this. Could it really be true? Could something like this really happen? “Did he take Sho? Was Sho a real boy?” He caught his breath when a sudden realization hit him, softening his voice into a whisper, “Is Sho dead now?”
“Sho Sakurai went missing seventeen years ago, even before you and I were born. He was found at the bottom of this lake about two months later. Macchan was his friend, you know. And people say that Macchan lost his mind after he saw Sho’s dead body.”
“Did... Did Nameless kill Sho?” Satoshi felt like he had been running laps around the lake. His breaths were short, his chest felt tight, and his vision had began to reel slightly.
“Nameless...” Masaki let go of Satoshi’s hand to wrap an arm around the boy’s trembling shoulders. “He took his first victim the year after Sho’s death.”
“Wh-What—?” Satoshi’s knees had began buckling, too.
“January 24th is the eve of Sho Sakurai’s birthday.”
Masaki didn’t have to say anymore. Satoshi knew enough to understand.
And yet, even with the spark of fear that Masaki had rekindled in his heart, Satoshi still met Sho in his dream that night—
“Are you going to kill me?” he flat-out asked, never one to dilly-dally when it came to finding out the truth.
Sho laughed like he had never heard anything more amusing. “I’ll try not to.”
“Why?” Tears blurred his vision, more for the betrayal than the threat of death. Just when he was starting to trust this boy... “Why did you kill all those boys? What did they ever do to you, Sho?!”
“Nothing. They simply didn’t turn out to be the right fit, is all...”
“What?” Satoshi almost choked on his own voice. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
“I’m not a bad person, Satoshi. You know that. You feel it, right?” Sho looked at him, his voice and gaze unnaturally mild. He flittered out from his slump on the grass and in a split-second reappeared before Satoshi, quickly grabbing the gasping boy’s arms to keep him in place. “I’m not a bad person. I just want to get out. And you are my only way out...”
Satoshi woke up to the now familiar late-night call from Masaki.
This time, he did not even try to mask his apprehensions, his tearful voice, anymore. “He’s after me! You’re right, Masaki! Sho is after me! Please... help me!”
“I’m coming over!” Masaki practically screamed into the phone. “Stay with Grandma Rie until I come, okay?!”
~ Truths and Lies ~
Even being flanked by Masaki on one side and Nino on the other, Satoshi hardly felt safe. He burrowed deeper into Masaki’s protective embrace, his first real show of affection for the boy who had always stayed by his side.
Nino, who had been sleeping over at Masaki’s place, was only barely awake and probably hadn’t yet grasped what was happening entirely. He did, however, clasped Satoshi’s hand, and leaned his head to the arm Masaki had wrapped around the boy, as all three of them tried to absorb all they could from the conversation Grandma Rie was currently having with Satoshi’s father on the phone.
“You have to get him out of here!” The old woman was hysterical now. Satoshi thought it was a bit funny how her bun was still intact this late in the night. “He’s not supposed to be here in the first place, Masahiro! I told you! I told you!
“I don’t care if I don’t see him again! You know how much I love that boy! But I’d rather that he be away somewhere else than dead!
“What do you mean why him? I told you this was going to happen!
“Sixteen boys, Masahiro! Sixteen boys since he died! You still don’t think it’s him?! Why are you even surprised that he’s after Satoshi now? You have to get your son out of here, you prick, before you lose him, too!”
The boys caught their breaths all at the same time, moving as one to straighten themselves up and listen in more closely, try to understand the meanings behind Grandma Rie’s words. Even Nino had started to take a deeper interest, his mind now fully alert—
“No, no! I don’t care that he’s listening right now! I know! I know! He’s been through a lot, but he deserves to know the truth!
Satoshi felt Masaki’s arm tighten around him. He felt his heart tighten inside his chest. Nino leaned forward, arms propped to his knees, face set in a serious frown. Like a wise old man listening to the woes of the universe, while already simultaneously formulating a conclusion—
“Well then, if you can’t then I will! But you have to get him out of here before the 24th, Masahiro! If I ever lose this boy, I am going to kill myself and haunt you for the rest of my life!”
~ Boy From The Past ~
When Grandma Rie rejoined them and told Satoshi that they had something to talk about, Satoshi rather stubbornly insisted that his friends stayed by his side or he wouldn’t hear any of it.
The old woman relented and slumped on the armchair beside the couch with a loud sigh, like he had just thrown away a heavy sack of potatoes that had always been hanging on her back. “Masahiro got Yukie pregnant when she was eighteen. He hid her here, far away from his wife, until she gave birth. Yukie registered the child under a different name so that they could easily deny him, should their affair be found out. They were both at the peak of their careers, after all. And I wouldn’t have minded taking care of that boy for the rest of my life...”
“The boy’s name...” Nino spoke up, his voice low and matter-of-fact. “It’s Sho Sakurai, isn’t it?”
Grandma Rie’s slight nod sent a painful shot right through Satoshi’s heart.
“You mean he’s Satoshi’s brother?!” Masaki exclaimed.
Grandma Rie bit her lip and regarded Satoshi with one of her most loving gazes. Satoshi met it, held it, but was hardly warmed by it. “Sho was a charming boy. He loved his Mommy very much. Took care of her when she came here to recover from her addiction. That woman’s life hadn’t been easy, you know. Sometimes, I wish I could just beat Masahiro up for what he did to her. But Masahiro did love Yukie very much. It’s just too bad that he couldn’t be around more to prove that...
“After Sho died, Yukie got worse. Her addiction had also ruined her chances of ever getting pregnant again. Yukie begged Masahiro and promised him she would never use again, that she’d straighten her life if he could please just give her her boy back...
“So, Masahiro decided to adopt from a discrete source from out of town... You were just as charming as your brother, Satoshi. And we all fell in-love with you at first sight.”
Satoshi supposed those words were meant to make him feel better, but they failed. There couldn’t have been anyway to soften that blow, even if they asked God himself to come down and tell him to his face that he was never unwanted.
His real parents gave him up...
His Mommy thought he was a monster...
He was here because Daddy had thrown him out...
Because Satoshi had always really been nothing but a filler for their first son, Sho...
Just a filler. Nothing more.
And the worst part of it all was that, he was starting to feel like he owed that boy something. Perhaps even owed the boy his life—
“Satoshi...”
He blinked and realized that he had been crying profusely. And that his face was cupped in Masaki’s hands. And that Masaki was looking into his eyes, thumbing his tears away. Their foreheads were pressed together, their warm breaths teasing each other’s cheeks. “Don’t. Don’t even think about it," Masaki hissed. “Satoshi, I am here, okay. And I want you. God, I love you! Grandma Rie loves you! Hell, I bet even Nino loves you—!”
“Of course I do, you dolt—!”
“You owe that boy nothing, all right? You owe him nothing!”
Satoshi couldn’t help chuckling at how accurately Masaki had anticipated his train of thoughts. And how the boy could just say his own thoughts out loud like that without even blinking; sheer honesty spilling out in its simplest form, just as Masaki had always been able to do when it mattered.
And in that sudden burst of blissful realization in the midst of all the gloom and pain, Satoshi found himself grabbing Masaki’s face and unabashedly closing the short distance between their lips.
Nino didn’t even bother squawking this time. But this was probably because Grandma Rie had just cupped a hand to his mouth before dragging him away to the kitchen.
~ Compromises ~
“You look... different.”
Satoshi tried to keep his breath calm as he stood as far away as he could from Sho, who seemed to be more than happy to stick to his lazy slump on the grass.
Since Nino had rather pointedly told everyone that there’s no way Satoshi would ever escape Sho, unless he faced up to his adoptive brother and hoped to talk some sense into his head, they had all agreed that he should come back here, to try and convince Sho to stop whatever it was that he was doing...
Not to mention that avoiding Sho would have to mean not falling asleep for the rest of his life—
“How does it feel to be kissed for the first time? I never did find out.” Sho sighed wistfully, turning his face up to the skies. “I died first before Macchan could muster up the courage to kiss me. Tragic, ain’t it?”
Satoshi was grateful for the minute fluttering in his chest that was left over from the fuller, crazier one he felt when Masaki kissed him back. He clenched his right hand into a fist, knowing that his boyfriend got a tight hold on it on other side. “We need to talk.”
“Sure,” Sho said casually, gesturing to the grass beside him. “Do you want me to hurt my neck looking up at you while you talk? C’mon! We used to enjoy talking to each other, right?”
Satoshi’s breath caught. He hesitated.
“I’m not gonna hurt you. Just please sit down. You can tell your Aniki anything...”
“I’ll stay here,” Satoshi said stubbornly before slumping down where he stood. He wasn’t yet ready to treat this boy as an older brother.
“Suit yourself.” Sho flittered out again, and reappeared on the grass beside his brother, making the younger boy shriek and flinch away. “Stay,” he said, the edge in his voice making Satoshi freeze and relent, though still leaning as far away as he could. “Now, what do you want to talk about, Little Brother?”
“What is it that you want, Sho? Do you really have to kill for it?”
“I never meant to kill anyone...” Sho’s face grew somber, his voice grave, almost apologetic. “I just want to see Mommy...”
“What did all those boys have to do with it?”
“Nothing. And that’s the point. They never knew Mommy. But you do. You do, Satoshi. You love Mommy the same way that I do—”
“Didn’t she hurt you, too?” Satoshi did still have affections for the woman who raised him, even though he hardly really understood any of it anymore.
“She didn’t mean it. You know, she never meant it, right?!” Sho’s eyes looked crazed, glinting with a thin layer of tears. “It was those things! Those white powdery things she kept snorting, kept injecting into herself. She always acted funny afterwards. You saw it too, right? It wasn’t her! It wasn’t her fault! You think the same, don’t you? You think the same, that’s why you have always been able to forgive her, Satoshi! No matter how many times she hurt us. We just keep forgiving her over and over, because it was never her fault! It was never her fault...”
Satoshi sobbed loudly. He wanted to scream and wail to ease the tightness in his chest. He pressed a hand to it and tried making do with a deep breath. It just ended up feeling tighter. He thought his head was going to explode. He whimpered, he whined, bawling over the painful memories, and the steadfastly forgiving love he knew he still shared with Sho for the woman they called Mommy—
He hadn’t even realized how much he missed her, how much he wanted to see her, too...
“I tried to get rid of them, you know,” Sho said, sniffling, rubbing a hand to the snot under his nose. “I tried so hard! But my efforts were all useless! I remember...” The boy’s voice faded into a whisper, of both reminiscence and regret, “I remember how she was the last thought I had before I died...”
It hit Satoshi then, how he had never really thought to ask, “What happened to you, Sho? Who killed you?”
Sho held his gaze, “I... I don’t really know. I can’t remember...”
Satoshi noted how there was hardly a twitch of emotion on his brother’s face when Sho said those words. He also did feel that there was something—no, a lot of things, that the boy was not telling him. But he decided to let this go for now. This wasn’t what he came here for, after all. “You said that you wanted to see Mommy. That it’s all you want to do. How are you even gonna do that?
“Let me be you for a while...” Sho simply said, eyes pleading. “Just for a while... Just give me a couple of days with her. Then I’ll come back here, you’ll get your body back. That’s all. That’s all, Satoshi.”
Satoshi understood what Sho meant. It seemed so simple, and yet so complicated at the same time. “Will you stop killing people after that?”
There was a faint glint that Satoshi almost missed at the corner of Sho’s eye, but his brother’s grateful smile proved more distracting. “Yes. I’ll stop. All I want is to see Mommy. That’s all I wanna do... Will you help me?”
“I’ll... think about it.” It seemed too easy to say “yes”. But he also didn’t trust this boy completely just yet. He would have to talk this out first with Masaki—
“You can’t tell anyone about this, Satoshi. They are never going to understand.”
Satoshi frowned. Sometimes, it did get annoying how his thoughts could easily be read by others. And why couldn’t he tell anyone anyway—?
“This is your one chance to put an end to this, Little Brother. This is all I ask in return.”
~ Temporary Goodbyes ~
Satoshi hated lying to people, especially to the ones he loved. But he had no choice. It had to be done, or else Sho was never going to stop—
“Satoshi...”
“Hm...?” Satoshi kept his eyes close, his hands intertwined with his boyfriend’s. Back pressed up to Masaki’s chest, cheek resting comfortably against Masaki’s cheek. It was a day before the 24th. Satoshi told them that he had already convinced Sho of a compromise, but that Sho had asked him to keep it between themselves—
“He’s not coming for anyone anymore. I just have to do this one thing for him...”
Grandma Rie wanted to rush to the town council and share this information right away, but Nino insisted that they shouldn’t let their guards down so easily. Not just yet—
Masaki pulled Satoshi closer to himself, brushed a loving kiss to the boy’s temple before saying, “I feel that there’s something really sneaky going on in your head. And it worries me that you might get yourself in trouble and I couldn’t even be there to save you...”
“I’ll be fine, Masaki...” He felt his nose twitch, an uncontrolled tick whenever he wasn’t so sure about what he was saying.
“Just...” Masaki’s embrace grew tighter, almost suffocating; desperate and pleading. “Satoshi, just promise me that you’re gonna come back, okay? You’re gonna come back.”
Satoshi tightened his grip on Masaki’s hands to match. “You’ll have to promise me, too, that you won’t give up on me, all right? No matter what happens.”
Masaki snorted. “Easy peasy.”
They chuckled softly in the darkness, careful not to wake Grandma Rie up, sharing a few light kisses before finally tucking themselves in, with Masaki having to crawl all the way back to the foot of the bed where Grandma Rie had laid out his futon.
Masaki didn’t want to let Satoshi sleep on his own since they found out that Sho was going after him. But Grandma Rie didn’t trust any of them to behave should they be left on their own in Satoshi’s room.
So they now found themselves in the old woman’s room instead, sleeping on separate futons until after the 25th had passed, stealing these sweet precious moments with each other as soon as they heard Grandma Rie snoring.
It didn’t even take a minute before Satoshi felt Masaki slipping back into his blanket and pulling him tight and fast into the warmest embrace.
“I love you,” Masaki whispered, breath teasing Satoshi’s nape, a drop of tear sliding down Satoshi’s skin. “I don’t care if Grandma Rie kills me tomorrow, I just wanna stay like this tonight.”
Satoshi pressed Masaki’s hand to his chest, right over where his heart was beating out its equally rebellious approval. “Grandma Rie can kill us both, then.”
Masaki pressed a giggly kiss on his shoulder, and then the softest loving bite.
Satoshi closed his eyes with a smile, too tired out of his mind to even notice how the tear that trailed down his cheek felt unnaturally cold—
“I love you too, Masaki...” he whispered.
~ Lake ~
Satoshi didn’t know how he even got to the lake in the early morning, barefoot in his pajamas.
But he found himself here. And this didn’t feel like a dream at all. Or had he already lost the ability to tell the difference?
It felt cold, though. Colder than he remembered. Then again, he hadn’t been here this early before.
“Hello?” he called out, soldiering on through the thin veil of mist surrounding the place. He couldn’t find his brother anywhere. “Sho!”
He heard a faint crackling sound from the distance. He looked up just in time to see that in the split-second it had taken him to turn his head to the sky, it had already gotten dark. And a smattering of colorful fireworks were lighting up the night. He could hear more sounds now: music, boisterous talks, more fireworks...
Then he remembered what Masaki had told him about the annual “Zero Wink” event the town would always hold to keep everybody, especially the boys, up and partying the entire night of the 24th. So that they didn’t fall victim to Nameless’s fatal dream...
Is it happening already?, Satoshi wondered. Where has the rest of my day gone to?
“You made it,” Sho said, suddenly appearing on a rock beside Satoshi, making the startled boy jump a good couple of feet. Sho chuckled. “I thought you have forgotten about me, what with all that commotion going on out there. I never did understand why they keep doing this, when every year some foolish boy just keeps falling, and falling, and falling right into my hands...” He turned to Satoshi. “This town is really hopeless, you know.”
“You promised you were gonna stop!” Satoshi’s voice trembled with uncertainty. Had he, like all those foolish boys in the past, just fallen for his brother’s ruse?
“Of course,” Sho said, his face quickly shifting into a mild smile. “Because this year, I’ve already found the right boy. Are you ready?”
Satoshi gulped. Nobody should ever be ready for something like this. “How long till I can come back? What if you’re just fooling me and there really is no way for me to ever get my body back?”
“Oh, you’re getting it back.” Sho stood up, reached out to capture Satoshi’s face in his hands, pressed their foreheads together.
Satoshi’s breath hitched and he tried to pull away. He stepped back several times, but only ended up getting himself trapped between a tree and his smirking brother. “Let me go...” he snarled.
Sho did, holding his palms up in front of him in a gesture of surrender. “I’m sorry. I got a little too excited. I’ve waited for this for a long time. Mommy... I’m gonna be seeing Mommy again... For my birthday... And it’s all because of you...”
Satoshi’s confidence in the boy was dwindling little by little by the minute. It must’ve shown on his face because Sho was suddenly narrowing his eyes, pursing his lips, and was reaching out for his face again.
This time, Sho hooked his fingers on each end of Satoshi’s jawbone, forcing the shivering boy to look him straight in the eye. Satoshi growled in frustration, as he realized that every attempt at pulling away was futile.
“You can’t back out now, Satoshi. Because if you do, I’ll just go after another boy and hope he’s a good fit somehow... What do you think about Masaki? Maybe he’ll make a perfect second—”
Satoshi had already thrown a punch before he could even think it through, his fist aimed at his brother’s jaw.
He didn’t hit anything. His punch just went through air.
“What the hell?!” His eyes wide with both fear and disbelief, Satoshi threw another blind punch, right into the middle of Sho’s face. Again, there was nothing but air. Cold, empty.
Sho rubbed a hand to his nose, “Hmm... That could’ve hurt. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make threats. But you’re making this difficult for me.” The Cheshire grin was back on the boy’s face, more foreboding, deceitful. “I already told you, you’re gonna get your body back. Just let me see Mommy, okay?”
Something hit Satoshi right then. A sudden realization, like the pointy end of a knife that had been hovering over his head had just snapped and dove right through his skull. “Who killed you, Sho? You do remember, right? You remember!”
Sho grunted and grabbed Satoshi’s neck with one hand, fingers gripping harder and harder.
Satoshi grabbed Sho’s wrist with both hands, trying to pull it away, slapping, clawing, as he choked and struggled for breath.
“I didn’t want it to come to this, but okay... I’ll tell you. No...” Sho raised his free hand and pressed the tips of his fingers against Satoshi’s forehead. “Lemme show you instead.”
Satoshi’s eyes rolled back into his head as his mind rushed through the last moments of his brother’s life—
He was seeing it all, experiencing it all through Sho’s eyes...
Mommy’s beautiful smile in the morning...
Mommy’s warm hug, the loving kiss on his forehead before he rushed out for school...
Then, coming back home in the afternoon...
And seeing Mommy with those things again, when she had just promised to stop—
Packets of white powder, syringes, foils, candle burning, that cloying smell of depravity in the air...
He grabbed a plastic bag, swept everything on the table into it and rushed out with Mommy at his heels...
He got to this place and threw the bag into the lake...
And then...
Mommy had called him a demon...
Grabbed his shirt, and with an unnatural strength driven by meth and blind rage, pushed him into the water...
He felt Mommy straddle him...
Heard every single one of her snarls, all the names she called him while she held him down...
He could see Mommy’s face through the water, even as he struggled, even as he choked, and gurgled...
And gave up...
He had no other choice. His lungs no longer had space left for air—
But before his vision went completely blank, he thought he saw something...
The faint outline of another boy behind Mommy, raising what looked like a turtle shell over Mommy’s head...
He didn’t know what happened next after that...
He did feel Mommy letting go of him...
But it had been too late...
He was already dead...
~ Turtle Shell ~
Satoshi dropped to his knees, coughing like he had just been drowning himself—
No, was the first thought that flashed in his head. “No,” he croaked, still yet to fully recover his breath. His arms and knees buckled under his weight, and he ended up slumping weakly on the ground. “No...” he sobbed.
Sho grabbed a handful of his hair to pull his face up. “You see now... You do understand why I need to see Mommy so badly, right? And why it has to be you...”
“Please...” Satoshi squeaked.
“Do you know why they call me Nameless? When they found me in that lake, I was so bloated that they didn’t know who I was at first. I was nameless. Nobody claimed me for days. Grandma Rie didn’t wanna believe it was me. Daddy didn’t wanna believe it was me. But Mommy... Mommy always knew... She always knew...”
Satoshi grunted in weak protest as Sho sat on his back, twisting his arm painfully so he couldn’t move without causing more pain to himself. “You’re a very lucky boy, you know that?”
“Please...” was all Satoshi knew to say, his mind still frazzled and struggling to come together.
“Daddy was never there for me.” Sho brushed a finger down his brother’s cheek. “Grandma Rie wasn’t there for me when I needed her the most, either. Nobody was there for me.” He sat back, letting up his grip on Satoshi’s arm just a little, his voice putting on an affectionate tone. “It was only Macchan who tried. He killed his pet turtle saving me, you know? But it wasn’t enough.” Sho pulled at Satoshi’s arm again, making his brother scream in pain. “It wasn’t enough, Satoshi. Aniki still died. But with your help, Aniki is gonna make them all pay for it! All of them! And we’re going to save Macchan for last, since Aniki’s still got to get his first kiss, right?”
Satoshi groaned, regaining enough of his strength to put up a struggle. Sho clucked his tongue and made him scream again by tugging at his arm.
“Then, of course, as promised, you’ll have your body back, afterwards.” Sho giggled and made Satoshi’s blood run dry, “I can’t promise Masaki would still be there for you, though. I’ll try not to kill him, if he doesn’t get in my way.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Satoshi’s ear, “Thank you, Little Brother...”
Satoshi screamed, and struggled with the last spurt of his strength...
But he gasped, and jolted up with a start when he realized that his brother was no longer there.
And all the noises had stopped...
And everywhere had become pitch-black...
He struggled to his feet, holding his throbbing arm close to his body, screaming and calling out into the void.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MASAKIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!”
~ Sho ~
He woke up to the feel of soft, warm lips pressed hard against his own. He gasped, and the lips pulled away.
“Satoshi!”
He found himself wrapped up in an embrace, so warm, and so unreal, that he could almost faint for the second time. “Masaki...” he mumbled into the boy’s neck, mentally patting his back for remembering the name.
He could hear an old woman crying behind him, and the silent, almost embarrassed sniffling from another boy.
Masaki held him away, far enough to look into his eyes. “You came back... You made me worry again. I told you not to do that!”
He could only smile, as he gradually got acquainted to his surroundings. Looking at the treetop that seemed higher than he remembered. Listening to the quiet murmurings of the lake, that somehow seemed louder now, more alive...
He grabbed a handful of grass. It felt real. And wet. And perfect.
He closed his eyes, and the tiniest hint of a smirk touched his lips when he caught the faint whiffs of his brother’s screams from the other side—
Masaki kissed him again.
He kissed Masaki back...
Maybe he could spare this boy as a token of gratitude for Satoshi...
~ end ~
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Date: 2014-11-08 12:14 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading~! ^____^<333
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Date: 2014-11-05 12:31 am (UTC)it was super creepy and awesome!
this might be rude for yukie-san, but i totally picture her playing the role as a crazy mom.
but it was even more creepy was how sho got the name "nameless" and now i cant look at sho the same way anymore! (maybe after awhile) XD
thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2014-11-08 12:40 am (UTC)Awww and Sho. //pats// It'll pass, ne? XD
Thank you very much for reading~! And I am really glad you liked this~! ^____^<333
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Date: 2014-11-05 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-08 12:45 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading~! ^___^<333
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Date: 2014-11-05 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-08 12:56 am (UTC)Satoshi and Sho do make the perfect villains, ne. Harmless and unexpectedly sly. They're both my favorite pegs for serial killers, lol~! Sometimes, they (especially Satoshi) really just look the part. XD
Ah, I might actually continue this, but I'm afraid not anytime soon. Probably for next year's halloween at the very latest. Gomen... orz
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Date: 2014-11-06 03:55 am (UTC)Sho's story was sooooo sad! :'(
B-But... Satoshi... oAo Sho took his body now, ne? He's not giving it back, right? Oh God...
Thanks for sharing it with us!
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Date: 2014-11-08 01:00 am (UTC)It's really a sad fic though, ne...
In my head, Sho does give Satoshi his body back. Sho's a man of his word after all. But then, when that happens, Satoshi would be the one that's gonna face the consequences of his brother's action. That's where the real horror starts, I think.
Thank you very much for reading~! ^____^<333