yay! 8D I got the inspiration for this, from playing Silent Hill 2: Restless Dreams for the Xbox. cool Anyways, I crashed into Angela in the cemetery...and there's a part later on in the game where you take a knife away from her. I can't say so much more about it, but Angela is a really complex character that I couldn't help but feel sorry for. This deals with a past event between Kyosuke and Keita. Keita has [now had] an abusive boyfriend, and Kyo runs into Keita one day in one of their 'secret' hiding spots that they played hide-and-seek in as children.
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It’s filthy here; a layer of grime and dirt over everything. The walls were once a beautiful white, but many years of neglect turned them a dull grey colour. The tile was checkered in black and grey, not the delicate black and white it was before. Still, it was always a place of solitude for Kyosuke Asakura, especially now…
The teenager was leaned back against one of the empty tables, an unlit cigarette between his lips, fishing for a lighter in one of his many pockets. Smoking was a habit of his, one he shamefully picked up when he was just barely starting high school. He doesn’t want to stay in this eerily silent room anymore, and he’s about to leave; when he notices he’s not alone. For a moment, he tells himself it’s only an illusion; only his mind playing tricks on him – or that it could possibly be Reita, his childhood friend. But it’s not; it’s his twin brother Keita – Keita, the one with boyfriend problems, the one that always had a frightened, scared look in his eyes. He doesn’t even really have the same hairstyle anymore as Reita…but his eyes look dull, his knees are pulled up to his thin frame, and small shakes occasionally escape him. It reminds Kyo of a position his baby sister often fell into when she was scared, and that frightens him a little.
And Kyo still has his exacto-knife, the one he’d taken from Keita, shoved carefully in his pocket. It wouldn’t do much good to fight with it, but…just knowing it was there provided some comfort.
Finally, he stands up and walks over to the younger male, standing in front of him and taking out the cigarette, tucking it behind his hair.
“I want it back, Kyosuke,” Keita whispers, in a voice that sounds completely exhausted; devoid of all hope. It’s the voice of someone that’s long given up, accepting their destiny.
“You might hurt yourself, Keita,” Kyo replies almost casually.
“Why do you want to save me?” Does he really want to save him? He knows the other male, but he doesn’t know him, he doesn’t know what he’s done.
“It’s simple humanity,” he responds, pausing for a moment. He asks himself silently what simple humanity really is, and he has no answer. “That’s what people do.”
“Some people end their lives,” the younger boy insists. “It’s the monsters who keep going when they’ve done something wrong.”
And suddenly Kyo remembers something, taking out the exacto-knife and looking at it more carefully, running his finger along the blade ever so gently, looking at the other male. “Who’s blood is this?” he asks. “Is it yours?”
He imagines that vividly; Keita running the knife along his arm, crying often in the quiet way he did…or was he sobbing hysterically this time, like he had a few times in class before being pulled out by his brother? Keita gets up from the chair, backing away from him, wide-eyed and scared.
“Y-yes, it’s mine…”
“I don’t see any scars, Keita.” Kyo steps closer, wanting him to tell the truth.
“K-Kyosuke-san, please, please stop…” the younger has gone a colour of a hospital wall, shivering and shaking growing more apparent with each passing second.
He reaches out and grabs the other’s arms, fingers fitting almost perfectly over a nasty-looking set of bruises. It’s up close that he realizes the other has a faint black eye and a split lip that’s slowly beginning to heal, and Kyo softens for a moment. Oh Keita…you deserve so much better than this; you really do...
“You’re hurting me, Kyo! Please…let go!!” Keita’s voice is frantic now as he tries to pull out of the other’s grip, albeit weakly.
“Then why aren’t you trying harder to pull away, Keita?” Kyo asks curiously, showing the other the blade. “Who’s blood is this?”
“Did…did I do something wrong?” Kei trails off, staring past his shoulder, seeming to relax at seeing something that’s not there. “I’m sorry…”
“Eh…? Sorry for what…? What did you do with this knife, Keita?”
“I’ll be good, Yomi…” he murmurs, trying to bury his face in the other’s chest. “Just please don’t hurt me…I’ll do anything you want…”
“Keita, listen to me. I am not Yomi!” Kyo gently pushes the other away from him against the wall, keeping notice of how the other’s eyes were still fixated on the blade. A faint murmur of “I’ll be good” came from the other boy as he fell to his knees sobbing, pulling himself into a little ball and whimpering for Reita like a child would for his mother.
There’s nothing he can do for him, not when Keita cries as if he’s in agony, and Kyo simply turns around and walks out the door, putting the knife back in his pocket, ignoring the blood on his hands.
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