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Title: Little T
Author: earnestinberlin
Rating: PG-13 (I have no idea, no one swears here)
Summary: Twilight Zone inspired. There is no lesson learned, no values applied, no morals told. Just accidents that in reality might never happened at all.
Comments: Stupid little thing that’s going to be in two parts I guess. I don’t know. I might never finish this because I have no idea how to finish this. I told you guys this is something unexpected. I wrote this after reading tons of Twilight Zone episodes. Yes. Read the summaries and not watch the show. I’m too lazy to go through the trouble of watching it.
Like boys of his age, tetsu likes to play with robots, watch Japanese cartoons and has only the child's crazy concept of good and evil. Though unlike boys of his teenage years, he had a shock of red hair that refuses to be oblivious.
Yes, tetsu was a big boy, all ready for the world of dating and proms, of pimples and girls with pretty faces.
But he shook those away with a quick flicker of his hands, and kept his youth to himself (and the Gundam models standing proudly on a shelf by his room). The very ones he made with tedious precision and loving passion. He has friends but only considers three people to be true enough to see the other side of his happy mask.
Yet there was something about tetsu that even the three friends could never quite catch, something that other people would overlook completely. That's very much excusable because it was something inside the boy. So of course, not a lot could see that one tiny thing.
It was almost a secret.
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Tetsu has a pretty red box in his room.
A box wrapped in plain red paper, tied with simple black string.
A box that no one knows he has.
Maybe Ken saw it a couple of times before when he visited, he asked if it was a gift for someone’s birthday. But he never really got an answer as tetsu was too busy organizing for the umpteenth time the accumulated manga he’s gotten ever since learning to read.
Hyde once asked about it, when he went over to try and get into tetsu’s pants pretending he was there for the non-existing CD that baffled tetsu. He took the box off the shelf it was sitting and shook it slowly, wondering what was inside. The pressure on his hands wasn’t great so it meant what was inside was light or there was nothing at all.
A gift to someone with a special date coming?
Or a forgotten present that was never given?
When tetsu came back, Hyde was about to ask his friend what was inside when the boy didn't gave him a reply. Instead, he looked up and saw something on the other's face. The confused look on tetsu's features disappeared without haste to be replaced by a fuming expression the raven haired boy never knew tetsu was ever capable of. The boy’s eyes lit with angry fire and before he knew it, Hyde just ran out of the door dodging a very heavy book on Physics.
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Ken waited impatiently for tetsu to appear, his friend running late for their appointment- a meeting that has a lot to do with the latest issues of Shounen Jump and rare model Gundam trade was also in the mix.
Even though he tells his classmates that manga and anime were something kids that kids do, Ken would always find himself in the company of his anime obsessed friend after classes. Their meetings no different from yakuza lords and their drug dealings.
“Where on earth is that idiot?” Checking his watch, the small embers of his fury grew as he realized the allotted time for his friend’s delay has now reached a good ten minutes. “Doesn’t he know I have a date? Can’t he understand that people like me have social lives...? God, that dork has never been late for this!”
His tiny rage was quickly blown away as the wind brought about the soft spill of children’s laughter. He looked about and found them somewhere beyond the park, playing a happy game of tag. A girl and a boy, the former running after the latter trying to catch the boy who apparently has an item that belonged to the girl. The girl, with her furious expression stumbled and latched on to the boy, in turn making him fall. And before they knew it, they both tumble into a messy heap of bodies.
Despite her outrage before the girl somehow found it to giggle as the boy laughed heartily at their petty downfall.
Ken saw all of this and shook his head, the run of cliché sentiments and malicious thoughts running rampant across his mind.
The senior boy walked over to the nearest bench, let out a tired sigh as he settled himself. Time flies by too fast, he pulled out the one and only model his best friend has yet to covet.
“Hmp, when he sees this, he is going to beg and cry like a little kid” he fingered softly at the pieces of red, blue and white. Ken knew of tetsu’s obsession with the warring robots and understands completely. He too shared the same fascination of putting each portion together with careful and tedious... though that was five years ago.
Now as boy in his teenage years, more interested in breasts and cleavage, he knew the models in his room could only receive love if he gives them away. And who better recipient than his good old friend, tetsu?
He smiles, a sad and reminiscing turn of lips. This was the product of hard work and a young small child who could only see two sides of a coin.
He looks down, to his black shoes and couldn’t help the small trickles of memory passing through his eyes. Younger days and older times, he could almost remember himself, doing the exact same thing. Watching the tips of his black shoes meet, the same way they did when he was younger.
It surprised most people to know he wasn’t much of a talker when he was a little boy. Quite the opposite of who he is right now.
Ken shakes his head and puts the toy away, wondering if tetsu could be any longer with his getting there.
“This is mine” cries the very familiar voice from behind, yet Ken furrowed his eyes in confusion. The voice was familiar because he knew it belonged only to one person.
It belonged to him.
He whipped his head behind him only to see the slow death of the sun as the skies were slowly painted in a colour of red. There was laughter but the sound seemed so distant almost like an echo; looking to another side he sees nothing there.
Ken heard a small drop and looks to see his model Gundam on the floor. He picked it up with haste, and checked all the pieces to see if everything was still intact.
“Kami-sama” he whispers in relief seeing everything was where it was. But he sees the shiver of his fingers, he could feel the sudden drop of temperature in nature as the wind blew cold winds. The wind left marks on his neck, the same way sex would leave marks on his neck. The electricity was there, running up and down his spine, but so did horror and fear.
“Let’s play, okay? It’s a fun game, you should join in”
He stood all too abruptly, but he didn’t know that, he also didn’t realize that the hands clutching the Gundam toy were shaking too much. Too much of the unseen noise was starting to crawl out of nowhere. Ken found himself looking around the vicinity, checking the park for souls that should’ve been there.
The children that were running circles in games, they were nowhere to be found all of a sudden.
The sounds of traffic, of the birds that were supposed to be in the trees; he looked around and all the things that made up life seemed non-existent.
He spins around. All that was left was the cold wind, and the small piece of red paper that flew so blissfully unaware.
“Over there! See that mark! That’s the sign! The one with X mark, that’s the sign!”
The sound of his voice attacking him all over, from left and, from front and behind.
... From outside and inside of his head.
He breaks into a run, stomping down the paper that was before flying, now on the ground marked with his hasty footstep.
Bye, bye!
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Yuki looked over his shoulder, his dorm all too quiet- even for him, the boy who is usually fond of the silence. He carefully takes away the big round headphones away from his head, the Nine Inch Nails CD will have to wait.
“Hey, anyone...?” he peeked out of the door, looking from side to side at the hallway that seemed devoid of people. A small creak ran- echoing across the empty place- as he pushed the door further to give himself enough space to get out. “Hey, anyone, is there a game I didn’t hear about?”
He shuffles out, his lips in a pout of annoyance as he scratched the back of his head. He walked out, his bare feet making small noises that bounced around the place.
“Ha, ha; are you guys pulling a joke?” he let out a small laugh.
The boy walks around the place, he looked in and out of room hoping to catch even the barest glimpse of humanity. Some were tidy, a few messy and one that was just not worth looking at all. They all share the two same things, the lack of human life and the small red papers sitting at the edge of beds.
“Wow, what’s this? My birthday?” this time the chuckle he wanted to pull out of his throat didn’t seem all too mirthful anymore. In fact, it sounded a tad bit nervous, but Yuki wouldn’t really tell anyone that, “This is so lame guys! My birthday isn’t in about a month!”
Yuki’s brows were knitted in confusion, was this really a practical joke of sorts? He ignored the rooms and their red papers, feeling the sudden eeriness creeping slowly to his bones.
His feet first took light steps, easy and undisturbed, passing by rooms that suddenly looked repeated. He stopped and looked to his left, it was tetsu’s room, and he froze.
“But tetsu’s room was just beside mine” the revelation crawling out of his mouth with a slight shiver of terror. The light at the end of the hallway coaxing him to come closer.
The light at the end of the hallway all too far to reach.
He walked forward, twenty steps (he counted to make sure), all onward and not one going back .He stopped, with a small twist of his head he looked to the left knowing full well with dread that-
“... tetsu’s room...”
... was still there.
However, there was something odd about tetsu’s room, something he must’ve missed when he first had his run in the invisible loop.
He only noticed it when he saw the small piece of paper, not lying on tetsu’s bed, but was flowing leisurely side to side from the ceiling. Yuki’s sharp eyes followed it in fascination and with that piece followed another, only to fall inside the confines of a similarly red box. There was that sense of terror, his heart beating all too fast as he knew full well that the box was never there when he first had his rounds.
The box beckoned to him, in a voice that didn’t have to form words in his head. He knew full well the order, even without the aid of his mind his legs took him deeper into the room. His steps were hesitant.
At the foot of the bed, he didn’t look around, didn’t try to snatch or look at the corner of his eyes to see the room’s sudden transformation. They weren’t there before, the lines of red papers that ran from ceiling to floor. Every inch of wall, all covered by red papers, it didn’t matter where they come from or how they got there.
It didn’t matter at all.
Yuki’s eyes rested only the red box, the one that contained the falling piece of papers.
His hand reached for it and that’s when he felt something soft and definitely not human reaching for his ankles. Before he could pluck a piece of paper from the box, he was pulled from his ankles by a force that he didn’t see, couldn’t catch. He screamed and panicked, clawing on the bed with alarm hoping for something to hold on to.
It pulled him away from the box his body hitting the floor, the board at the end of the bed hitting his chin. He continues to reach for something to keep him from whatever that has suddenly taking interest in him, his screams running volumes all over.
“Help! Someone help me!” Yuki shouted, in attempts to stir a soul, “Help me! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!!”
He screamed and grasped, but the intensity of whatever pulling him too much stronger than he’ll ever be.
Yuki cried his all, and nothing worked.
As he was sucked out of the room, the door to tetsu’s room closed, all the red papers falling like sakura petals to the floor.
And as they all fell, a massacre, all going down to the floor.
Only one solitary piece isolated itself, going inside the box that the other pieces failed to enter. When it finally reached the interiors of the four walled box, all it read was:
Bye, bye!
A/N: Let me take this time to tell you facts about this fanfic, so far only one person has read this. And that is tetsu8no8niji- judging from her reaction, she seemed to think this fic was a well-written one. (Of course, that is overlooking the horrible grammar xD)
This fanfic is a good three years old, it’s a bit absurd and a bit... well, it has depth to it and I don’t think I can fully explain with just words. This thing kind of means a lot to me, of all the fanfics I’ve written this was that one fanfic I couldn’t really show to the world.
Why? I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because I’m scared. I’m delicate. Really I am.
But whatever, do you want to know what happens to hyde? Are these just dreams? What about the box? And where’s tetsu? What’s up with the fucking title? xD
Author: earnestinberlin
Rating: PG-13 (I have no idea, no one swears here)
Summary: Twilight Zone inspired. There is no lesson learned, no values applied, no morals told. Just accidents that in reality might never happened at all.
Comments: Stupid little thing that’s going to be in two parts I guess. I don’t know. I might never finish this because I have no idea how to finish this. I told you guys this is something unexpected. I wrote this after reading tons of Twilight Zone episodes. Yes. Read the summaries and not watch the show. I’m too lazy to go through the trouble of watching it.
Like boys of his age, tetsu likes to play with robots, watch Japanese cartoons and has only the child's crazy concept of good and evil. Though unlike boys of his teenage years, he had a shock of red hair that refuses to be oblivious.
Yes, tetsu was a big boy, all ready for the world of dating and proms, of pimples and girls with pretty faces.
But he shook those away with a quick flicker of his hands, and kept his youth to himself (and the Gundam models standing proudly on a shelf by his room). The very ones he made with tedious precision and loving passion. He has friends but only considers three people to be true enough to see the other side of his happy mask.
Yet there was something about tetsu that even the three friends could never quite catch, something that other people would overlook completely. That's very much excusable because it was something inside the boy. So of course, not a lot could see that one tiny thing.
It was almost a secret.
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Tetsu has a pretty red box in his room.
A box wrapped in plain red paper, tied with simple black string.
A box that no one knows he has.
Maybe Ken saw it a couple of times before when he visited, he asked if it was a gift for someone’s birthday. But he never really got an answer as tetsu was too busy organizing for the umpteenth time the accumulated manga he’s gotten ever since learning to read.
Hyde once asked about it, when he went over to try and get into tetsu’s pants pretending he was there for the non-existing CD that baffled tetsu. He took the box off the shelf it was sitting and shook it slowly, wondering what was inside. The pressure on his hands wasn’t great so it meant what was inside was light or there was nothing at all.
A gift to someone with a special date coming?
Or a forgotten present that was never given?
When tetsu came back, Hyde was about to ask his friend what was inside when the boy didn't gave him a reply. Instead, he looked up and saw something on the other's face. The confused look on tetsu's features disappeared without haste to be replaced by a fuming expression the raven haired boy never knew tetsu was ever capable of. The boy’s eyes lit with angry fire and before he knew it, Hyde just ran out of the door dodging a very heavy book on Physics.
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Ken waited impatiently for tetsu to appear, his friend running late for their appointment- a meeting that has a lot to do with the latest issues of Shounen Jump and rare model Gundam trade was also in the mix.
Even though he tells his classmates that manga and anime were something kids that kids do, Ken would always find himself in the company of his anime obsessed friend after classes. Their meetings no different from yakuza lords and their drug dealings.
“Where on earth is that idiot?” Checking his watch, the small embers of his fury grew as he realized the allotted time for his friend’s delay has now reached a good ten minutes. “Doesn’t he know I have a date? Can’t he understand that people like me have social lives...? God, that dork has never been late for this!”
His tiny rage was quickly blown away as the wind brought about the soft spill of children’s laughter. He looked about and found them somewhere beyond the park, playing a happy game of tag. A girl and a boy, the former running after the latter trying to catch the boy who apparently has an item that belonged to the girl. The girl, with her furious expression stumbled and latched on to the boy, in turn making him fall. And before they knew it, they both tumble into a messy heap of bodies.
Despite her outrage before the girl somehow found it to giggle as the boy laughed heartily at their petty downfall.
Ken saw all of this and shook his head, the run of cliché sentiments and malicious thoughts running rampant across his mind.
The senior boy walked over to the nearest bench, let out a tired sigh as he settled himself. Time flies by too fast, he pulled out the one and only model his best friend has yet to covet.
“Hmp, when he sees this, he is going to beg and cry like a little kid” he fingered softly at the pieces of red, blue and white. Ken knew of tetsu’s obsession with the warring robots and understands completely. He too shared the same fascination of putting each portion together with careful and tedious... though that was five years ago.
Now as boy in his teenage years, more interested in breasts and cleavage, he knew the models in his room could only receive love if he gives them away. And who better recipient than his good old friend, tetsu?
He smiles, a sad and reminiscing turn of lips. This was the product of hard work and a young small child who could only see two sides of a coin.
He looks down, to his black shoes and couldn’t help the small trickles of memory passing through his eyes. Younger days and older times, he could almost remember himself, doing the exact same thing. Watching the tips of his black shoes meet, the same way they did when he was younger.
It surprised most people to know he wasn’t much of a talker when he was a little boy. Quite the opposite of who he is right now.
Ken shakes his head and puts the toy away, wondering if tetsu could be any longer with his getting there.
“This is mine” cries the very familiar voice from behind, yet Ken furrowed his eyes in confusion. The voice was familiar because he knew it belonged only to one person.
It belonged to him.
He whipped his head behind him only to see the slow death of the sun as the skies were slowly painted in a colour of red. There was laughter but the sound seemed so distant almost like an echo; looking to another side he sees nothing there.
Ken heard a small drop and looks to see his model Gundam on the floor. He picked it up with haste, and checked all the pieces to see if everything was still intact.
“Kami-sama” he whispers in relief seeing everything was where it was. But he sees the shiver of his fingers, he could feel the sudden drop of temperature in nature as the wind blew cold winds. The wind left marks on his neck, the same way sex would leave marks on his neck. The electricity was there, running up and down his spine, but so did horror and fear.
“Let’s play, okay? It’s a fun game, you should join in”
He stood all too abruptly, but he didn’t know that, he also didn’t realize that the hands clutching the Gundam toy were shaking too much. Too much of the unseen noise was starting to crawl out of nowhere. Ken found himself looking around the vicinity, checking the park for souls that should’ve been there.
The children that were running circles in games, they were nowhere to be found all of a sudden.
The sounds of traffic, of the birds that were supposed to be in the trees; he looked around and all the things that made up life seemed non-existent.
He spins around. All that was left was the cold wind, and the small piece of red paper that flew so blissfully unaware.
“Over there! See that mark! That’s the sign! The one with X mark, that’s the sign!”
The sound of his voice attacking him all over, from left and, from front and behind.
... From outside and inside of his head.
He breaks into a run, stomping down the paper that was before flying, now on the ground marked with his hasty footstep.
Bye, bye!
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Yuki looked over his shoulder, his dorm all too quiet- even for him, the boy who is usually fond of the silence. He carefully takes away the big round headphones away from his head, the Nine Inch Nails CD will have to wait.
“Hey, anyone...?” he peeked out of the door, looking from side to side at the hallway that seemed devoid of people. A small creak ran- echoing across the empty place- as he pushed the door further to give himself enough space to get out. “Hey, anyone, is there a game I didn’t hear about?”
He shuffles out, his lips in a pout of annoyance as he scratched the back of his head. He walked out, his bare feet making small noises that bounced around the place.
“Ha, ha; are you guys pulling a joke?” he let out a small laugh.
The boy walks around the place, he looked in and out of room hoping to catch even the barest glimpse of humanity. Some were tidy, a few messy and one that was just not worth looking at all. They all share the two same things, the lack of human life and the small red papers sitting at the edge of beds.
“Wow, what’s this? My birthday?” this time the chuckle he wanted to pull out of his throat didn’t seem all too mirthful anymore. In fact, it sounded a tad bit nervous, but Yuki wouldn’t really tell anyone that, “This is so lame guys! My birthday isn’t in about a month!”
Yuki’s brows were knitted in confusion, was this really a practical joke of sorts? He ignored the rooms and their red papers, feeling the sudden eeriness creeping slowly to his bones.
His feet first took light steps, easy and undisturbed, passing by rooms that suddenly looked repeated. He stopped and looked to his left, it was tetsu’s room, and he froze.
“But tetsu’s room was just beside mine” the revelation crawling out of his mouth with a slight shiver of terror. The light at the end of the hallway coaxing him to come closer.
The light at the end of the hallway all too far to reach.
He walked forward, twenty steps (he counted to make sure), all onward and not one going back .He stopped, with a small twist of his head he looked to the left knowing full well with dread that-
“... tetsu’s room...”
... was still there.
However, there was something odd about tetsu’s room, something he must’ve missed when he first had his run in the invisible loop.
He only noticed it when he saw the small piece of paper, not lying on tetsu’s bed, but was flowing leisurely side to side from the ceiling. Yuki’s sharp eyes followed it in fascination and with that piece followed another, only to fall inside the confines of a similarly red box. There was that sense of terror, his heart beating all too fast as he knew full well that the box was never there when he first had his rounds.
The box beckoned to him, in a voice that didn’t have to form words in his head. He knew full well the order, even without the aid of his mind his legs took him deeper into the room. His steps were hesitant.
At the foot of the bed, he didn’t look around, didn’t try to snatch or look at the corner of his eyes to see the room’s sudden transformation. They weren’t there before, the lines of red papers that ran from ceiling to floor. Every inch of wall, all covered by red papers, it didn’t matter where they come from or how they got there.
It didn’t matter at all.
Yuki’s eyes rested only the red box, the one that contained the falling piece of papers.
His hand reached for it and that’s when he felt something soft and definitely not human reaching for his ankles. Before he could pluck a piece of paper from the box, he was pulled from his ankles by a force that he didn’t see, couldn’t catch. He screamed and panicked, clawing on the bed with alarm hoping for something to hold on to.
It pulled him away from the box his body hitting the floor, the board at the end of the bed hitting his chin. He continues to reach for something to keep him from whatever that has suddenly taking interest in him, his screams running volumes all over.
“Help! Someone help me!” Yuki shouted, in attempts to stir a soul, “Help me! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!!”
He screamed and grasped, but the intensity of whatever pulling him too much stronger than he’ll ever be.
Yuki cried his all, and nothing worked.
As he was sucked out of the room, the door to tetsu’s room closed, all the red papers falling like sakura petals to the floor.
And as they all fell, a massacre, all going down to the floor.
Only one solitary piece isolated itself, going inside the box that the other pieces failed to enter. When it finally reached the interiors of the four walled box, all it read was:
Bye, bye!
A/N: Let me take this time to tell you facts about this fanfic, so far only one person has read this. And that is tetsu8no8niji- judging from her reaction, she seemed to think this fic was a well-written one. (Of course, that is overlooking the horrible grammar xD)
This fanfic is a good three years old, it’s a bit absurd and a bit... well, it has depth to it and I don’t think I can fully explain with just words. This thing kind of means a lot to me, of all the fanfics I’ve written this was that one fanfic I couldn’t really show to the world.
Why? I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because I’m scared. I’m delicate. Really I am.
But whatever, do you want to know what happens to hyde? Are these just dreams? What about the box? And where’s tetsu? What’s up with the fucking title? xD