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pimanchi_doubleTitle: Soliloquy
Prompt: Alone
Pairing: None – Sho centric.
Genre: Horror…?
Rating: PG-15 for mention of blood and character death.
Summary: A clueless Sakurai Sho. A vengeful sibling.
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Alone we were born, and alone we will die.
The words from his friend’s funeral resounded clearly inside Sakurai Sho’s head. For some reasons, he just kept thinking about it during his drive home. That’s right, he thought. Someday he would be the one inside a coffin, with suits and gloves and shoes and neckties, arms folded and eyes closed. His face would lose all its colors, and he would float and witness his friends and families mourn over him near the coffin. He would be all alone in that coffin, just like when he was born small and weak inside the incubator.
Are you sure you were born alone?
Something inside him started to respond to his thought. The drive home had turned into a thoughtful conversation with his inner selves before he knew it.
Yes, I have siblings. But I was born alone, of course, because I don’t have a twin brother…
Really? What if my parents hide it from me?
He snorted at the thought, at how his train of thought suddenly turned into something like a cheap drama. Before he knew it, he had reached his home.
“Tadaima~…”
“Okaeri.”
Sho stopped his steps and wondered. Who was that answering him? Ah, right, he was too busy creating dialogues inside his head, he got too serious and thought he really had twins or something. He must be very tired, he thought. He just needed a good bath session and his usual shot of alcohol.
*
A little trip to childhood was always a favorite pastime for him. Looking through the albums, finding aged photos and laughing at his own silliness... He found bliss in that.
But soon his usual happy smile disappeared as he found his picture when he was still a baby.
He was looking at the wall with his toothless mouth smiling. He was alone at first glance. But not so alone.
He rubbed his eyes in order to be able to see more clearly. Squinting, he could see a tiny ball of cloud-like object on his eyesight on his baby picture. He frowned, only to see a certain shape there. The cloud… the cloud-like object was a human face. He gasped.
He tried to think positive by rubbing the plastic cover, hoping it was just dust or damaged photo paper which accidentally looked like a human face, but it stayed there. In a rush, he tried to search for his other pictures on the next pages. He was crying, he was smiling, he was laughing, he was playing, he was showing something to a random direction.
And the faces were all there, accompanying him whenever he was alone in the picture, and Sho looked like he was interacting with it. He looked at the picture incredulously, covering his mouth with his palm.
Hi. We meet again. Glad you finally notice me.
Sho gasped at the voice, the very same voice as his, the one that—
The one that had been talking to him during his drive home.
He gulped and gathered his courage to turn his head around. There, in the dim lighting of his room, he saw that face behind him, floating, smiling.
“Hello there, my twin brother.”
“What?!”
“Eeh? Hadn’t Mom and Dad told you about me?”
“N—no, I… Wait… What?!”
“Ooooh… How cruel! After taking all my life to live yours, now… Argh! Don’t you feel something’s missing?! Don’t you try to just… feel and realize and simply ask?!”
“How can I—Oh please, just… disappear… and don’t disturb me!” Sho shook his head frantically, covering his ears with his hands.
“Mmm… Just when I finally came to fetch you, Brother.”
“Stop! Stop! Go away!!”
Sakurai was reported dead of suicide the next day. The blood flowing from his neck made a pool, and a face of a man sleeping peacefully could be seen in the pool of blood when photographed.
Alone you were born, stealing my life, so I won’t let you be alone again on your death.
*
A/N: Okay, forgive me. Again.
(Part of 30 Days Random Words Challenge. Rules can be read HERE)
Prompt: Alone
Pairing: None – Sho centric.
Genre: Horror…?
Rating: PG-15 for mention of blood and character death.
Summary: A clueless Sakurai Sho. A vengeful sibling.
--
Alone we were born, and alone we will die.
The words from his friend’s funeral resounded clearly inside Sakurai Sho’s head. For some reasons, he just kept thinking about it during his drive home. That’s right, he thought. Someday he would be the one inside a coffin, with suits and gloves and shoes and neckties, arms folded and eyes closed. His face would lose all its colors, and he would float and witness his friends and families mourn over him near the coffin. He would be all alone in that coffin, just like when he was born small and weak inside the incubator.
Are you sure you were born alone?
Something inside him started to respond to his thought. The drive home had turned into a thoughtful conversation with his inner selves before he knew it.
Yes, I have siblings. But I was born alone, of course, because I don’t have a twin brother…
Really? What if my parents hide it from me?
He snorted at the thought, at how his train of thought suddenly turned into something like a cheap drama. Before he knew it, he had reached his home.
“Tadaima~…”
“Okaeri.”
Sho stopped his steps and wondered. Who was that answering him? Ah, right, he was too busy creating dialogues inside his head, he got too serious and thought he really had twins or something. He must be very tired, he thought. He just needed a good bath session and his usual shot of alcohol.
*
A little trip to childhood was always a favorite pastime for him. Looking through the albums, finding aged photos and laughing at his own silliness... He found bliss in that.
But soon his usual happy smile disappeared as he found his picture when he was still a baby.
He was looking at the wall with his toothless mouth smiling. He was alone at first glance. But not so alone.
He rubbed his eyes in order to be able to see more clearly. Squinting, he could see a tiny ball of cloud-like object on his eyesight on his baby picture. He frowned, only to see a certain shape there. The cloud… the cloud-like object was a human face. He gasped.
He tried to think positive by rubbing the plastic cover, hoping it was just dust or damaged photo paper which accidentally looked like a human face, but it stayed there. In a rush, he tried to search for his other pictures on the next pages. He was crying, he was smiling, he was laughing, he was playing, he was showing something to a random direction.
And the faces were all there, accompanying him whenever he was alone in the picture, and Sho looked like he was interacting with it. He looked at the picture incredulously, covering his mouth with his palm.
Hi. We meet again. Glad you finally notice me.
Sho gasped at the voice, the very same voice as his, the one that—
The one that had been talking to him during his drive home.
He gulped and gathered his courage to turn his head around. There, in the dim lighting of his room, he saw that face behind him, floating, smiling.
“Hello there, my twin brother.”
“What?!”
“Eeh? Hadn’t Mom and Dad told you about me?”
“N—no, I… Wait… What?!”
“Ooooh… How cruel! After taking all my life to live yours, now… Argh! Don’t you feel something’s missing?! Don’t you try to just… feel and realize and simply ask?!”
“How can I—Oh please, just… disappear… and don’t disturb me!” Sho shook his head frantically, covering his ears with his hands.
“Mmm… Just when I finally came to fetch you, Brother.”
“Stop! Stop! Go away!!”
Sakurai was reported dead of suicide the next day. The blood flowing from his neck made a pool, and a face of a man sleeping peacefully could be seen in the pool of blood when photographed.
Alone you were born, stealing my life, so I won’t let you be alone again on your death.
*
A/N: Okay, forgive me. Again.
(Part of 30 Days Random Words Challenge. Rules can be read HERE)
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Date: 2014-10-05 03:43 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing! :D
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Date: 2014-10-05 04:52 pm (UTC)-mp-