Challenge – Yama Pair Shorts: 071 Exist
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neko_kirin3104071. Exist
Pair/s: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 092 Author’s Choice
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 416
Summary: What Waku Waku means to Satoshi.
Series: Prism (formerly, Waku Waku Orphans)
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Satoshi had known no other existence but the one he had in Waku Waku.
Sometimes though, he’d get snippets of memories, odd images flashing through his head, that he could’ve sworn belonged to another person, to another life.
A life where there was nothing at all he could control, and everyone he met had nothing but hurtful intentions toward him.
There was no Aunt Matsuko. No Headmaster Hatori. No Shibata-san. No Miss Ayase... No one at all that he could trust. Just a flood of strange faces, a rush of transient thrills, and painful pleasures he did not even want to bother trying to understand.
He didn’t want them, though he was perfectly aware now that they’re all as much a part of him as his very next breath, odd as it may seem.
Memories of that other life would come to him in dreams much like the one he would have of that house and that lake...
And the tree...
Oddly, he also had vague memories of that tree beyond the sordid one he would often dream about...
He remembered a particular afternoon in summer when he had woken up by the lake and thought to leave his mark. Etch his name into the tree so that people would know that he had been there...
That he, too, existed...
It was the only part of that life that he had wanted to keep.
Everything else had been buried so deep into the layers of this existence, embedded into the quiet walls of Waku Waku, that he could hardly remember them, nor claim them as his own anymore.
In here, he was god. In here, he mattered enough to be respected. To be feared.
In here, his words were heard.
In here, he was loved.
And in here, he never had to grow up...
It was a perfect world, an unstained existence, until Sho came right in to shift things up. Mess everything up.
But he couldn’t really blame the boy, Satoshi realized this now.
It was his own miscalculation that had brought Sho here wanting to set things straight.
Too bad that the boy hardly remembered why he was even here, or what he was supposed to do.
And Satoshi would really like to keep it that way for as long as he could. For forever, if he could help it.
Because Sho did not really belong to this place.
But this was also the very reason why Satoshi could never let the boy go.
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Pair/s: Ohno/Sho
Prompt: 092 Author’s Choice
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 416
Summary: What Waku Waku means to Satoshi.
Series: Prism (formerly, Waku Waku Orphans)
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20
Satoshi had known no other existence but the one he had in Waku Waku.
Sometimes though, he’d get snippets of memories, odd images flashing through his head, that he could’ve sworn belonged to another person, to another life.
A life where there was nothing at all he could control, and everyone he met had nothing but hurtful intentions toward him.
There was no Aunt Matsuko. No Headmaster Hatori. No Shibata-san. No Miss Ayase... No one at all that he could trust. Just a flood of strange faces, a rush of transient thrills, and painful pleasures he did not even want to bother trying to understand.
He didn’t want them, though he was perfectly aware now that they’re all as much a part of him as his very next breath, odd as it may seem.
Memories of that other life would come to him in dreams much like the one he would have of that house and that lake...
And the tree...
Oddly, he also had vague memories of that tree beyond the sordid one he would often dream about...
He remembered a particular afternoon in summer when he had woken up by the lake and thought to leave his mark. Etch his name into the tree so that people would know that he had been there...
That he, too, existed...
It was the only part of that life that he had wanted to keep.
Everything else had been buried so deep into the layers of this existence, embedded into the quiet walls of Waku Waku, that he could hardly remember them, nor claim them as his own anymore.
In here, he was god. In here, he mattered enough to be respected. To be feared.
In here, his words were heard.
In here, he was loved.
And in here, he never had to grow up...
It was a perfect world, an unstained existence, until Sho came right in to shift things up. Mess everything up.
But he couldn’t really blame the boy, Satoshi realized this now.
It was his own miscalculation that had brought Sho here wanting to set things straight.
Too bad that the boy hardly remembered why he was even here, or what he was supposed to do.
And Satoshi would really like to keep it that way for as long as he could. For forever, if he could help it.
Because Sho did not really belong to this place.
But this was also the very reason why Satoshi could never let the boy go.
Next>>>>>
