Breaking away from the rants! YEEEEEEEAH! Anyways, I wrote this sometime last night after lurking the pasta section on Encyclopedia Dramatica. 83 It deals with my original character Asato, to his younger brother Pashiya. Now, Asato has two completely different personalities, and he doesn't even remember becoming the other one. In one, he's sweet and somewhat caring to his younger brother [he'll just play tricks on him, occasionally hide his things, but honestly goes out of his way to protect the other.]....but in the other personality, he resents his brother with every single fiber of his heart, and is borderline just plain sadistic to him. Their relationship is long and complicated, but this event takes place inside of Asato's 'other' personality, a.k.a. the one that hates his brother.
Feedback is appreciated. :3
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You probably don’t know me as well as you think you do, but I’ve known you for a very long time. And I don’t know if I should say this yet…but I love you.
I do love you…despite how I’ve treated you when we were both younger. Remember when I locked you in the cupboard for ruining my favourite notebook, and refused to let you out even when you started screaming and crying that there were spiders in there with you? Remember when I broke your nose because you borrowed my black dress shirt without asking me? Do you remember when I dislocated your arm from when you lied to mother about who broke the china dish? I really do love you though, despite all this. I love you so much, little brother; that I built your entire world for you so you can continue to live on and on and on… I built it just after I really met you, after I really saw you in a different light. Remember? We took the trip up to the balcony like normal, with you smiling and laughing like always, begging for me to hold your hand and take care of you…
I don’t remember exactly what happened that evening, little brother…I just remember one minute, you were holding my hand and smiling that adorable smile you always did and the next minute…you were gone. I snapped out of my daze, crossing to the edge and looking down at the concrete below and seeing you. You were so beautiful lying there, with your dreamy eyes tenderly shut and your near-translucent skin which seemed to be growing paler by the second. The way your limbs were twisted, delicately mangled at the joints to form such an unearthly vision of you in such a vulnerable moment. It must’ve been such a long fall…the balcony wasn’t terribly high so I thought; only about 4 stories…so what, 44 feet, give or take? Oh my…so not only did the building possess such incredible height, but I know how even the most glorious of angels fall the furthest in the end. I could do nothing but hurry down, shouting out your name as I felt something wet drip down my cheeks…
My little brother; my beautiful angel…my contorted angel on the pavement…your soft flesh had been scraped away in just the right places, revealing your body’s artistic formation. Really, no one could ever appreciate such a sight but I…no one but I could really admire the curving of your neck, bent so beautifully at such an odd angle; a perfect ninety degrees to the right. As soon as I saw you laying there, little brother, I just had to reach out and touch you. I shivered in unknown anticipation as I traced my fingers down your body, right to where you were already beginning to split. It stunned me with excitement and yet terrified me, making me wonder at every second whether you’d burst apart.
So…I carried you. I was ever so careful, making sure I didn’t damage what was left of your perfect body. Don’t worry, you were still in one piece when I brought you back home…I brought you to lay on the bed ever so gently, really truly appreciating the beauty before me and ignoring all your blood on the sheets. Your breath came in ragged gasps still though, which surprised me…from such a fall, shouldn’t you already be dead? Surely a body cannot bend that way and still survive…? I couldn’t do anything but murmur softly to you, soothing you with words as I watched you struggle for the very thing that humanity takes for granted: oxygen.
I finally dialed the ambulance after watching you struggle to breathe for a while, still murmuring soothing words…I wanted to love you and your wounds for all eternity, but I think you’re ready to be revived now. You’ll finally live again, back to normal like you always were, with love and beauty that will never die…but I wish your wounds were always fresh, and your bones were just as mangled as they were when I finally met you. Then you would be able to feel my touch for the first time…our fluids mingling together…your cold blood…
Don’t worry, little brother. I’ll be just as gentle as I’ve always been…I’ll even ride with you in the ambulance, and take care of all that paperwork, alright? This entire thing will soon be forgotten, regarded as a mere accident…
Won’t it?
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