Dimension(s) 23/?
Title: Dimension(s)
Chapter: 23/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama, Violence, Psychological, Mental disorders
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aoi x Shou, Hiroto x Uruha in later chapters
Synopsis: Aoi and Shou have split personality disorder. What happens when parts of themselves hate and love one of the other, when the main individuals themselves are not aware of their other identities?
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“For the good of my son”
Those words echoed in Aoi’s ears after his doctor, or rather, Shou’s father’s footsteps died out. What bullshit. What bullshit. He stopped and inhaled a deep breath when he caught the green line on the monitor next to him spiking out of proportion, threatening to leap out of the pixelated LED screen.
He had to calm down, he told himself. If not the monster in him could come out again. Not that he knew that for certain… No one knew. And that was what bit at him greatly. Aoi now felt like an unstable nuclear element of some sort, threatening to bring about the demolition of this institution if provoked. For a brief moment, he wondered if that was how Shou felt too. Then again… What he was talking about? Hiroto was nothing like the beast inside of him. Nothing.
Aoi groaned and grabbed at his bandaged head again, groaning as the pounding within grew. The sources of his annoyance battled against each other, trying to outdo one another and cause his head to implode. Curling up in his side, Aoi shakily tried to reach for the red button to call for a nurse. He needed a sedative. Pronto. However, the moment his fingers secured itself around the white cord, all poundings ceased. Instead, he felt his hand - or what must be his hand, fall away from the wire, and maneuver itself to the piece of notepad at his bedside table. It grabbed a ballpoint as well, and Aoi watched in astonishment, as his hand begun scribbling letters that were so childlike in nature - which were differed eons apart from his own handwriting:
“Aoi, please calm down. I’m worry we startled you with our argument. -Uruha”
Aoi gasped and jerked, causing the pan and paper to tumble out of his lap and onto the floor. Who was Uruha? Could it be the monster inside of him? The monster is actually capable of apologizing? Wait, so does this mean that every time he had a splitting headache it was because of… He turned over to where the large scrawled words were - ‘them’?
How many were there exactly? Aoi was wrong about Hiroto. He was the messed up one. He was fucking messed up. Shou had only one other individual residing in him and Aoi had no idea how many there were inside of him. Oh God…
The familiar slightly numbing sensation returned to his arm as it reached over and picked up the notepad. 10 seconds later, Aoi read:
“Please calm down, Aoi. Don’t be afraid of us. We are Uruha and Ruki. We have been your friends since middle school.”
This time, Aoi heeded the words on the sheet and maintained a steady and calm pace of breathing. He could do this. He slowly read over the lines over and over again, enunciating each syllable of the 2 names with his lips until he felt sure that he would not be thrown into a flurry of panic the next time he saw those names appear on a sheet of paper or wherever.
Just then, Aoi froze.
He murmured the names again, bowing his head as he slowly tried to recollect his memory. Uruha. Uruha… He was certain he had heard that before somewhere. It was an uncommon name. It was fairly recent. So the question was… How and where…?
“Hiroto? You alright? It’s just a small cut.” Aoi said, chuckling a little. Hiroto didn’t have to worry that much.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Laughed Hiroto, having seemingly snapped out of his senses. “Be careful Aoi.”
Aoi grinned. Lifting his hand to wave again, “I will.”
As the door slowly closed shut, Hiroto stared after Aoi’s retreating back. A hushed whisper left his lips.
“Or rather… Uruha.”
He’d be damned.
Aoi scurried for the pen, dropping it twice in nervousness and eagerness to pen down his burning question. Once securing it in his grasp, he forced the blue nib against the textured surface and wrote slowly but clearly:
“Uruha, do you know Hiroto?”
And he waited. He waited for the tingling sensation in his arm to return but it didn’t come. Aoi watched as the hour hand ticked from 2 to 4 and he let out a resigned sigh. Whoever it was inside him had probably decided that he had found out too much, too fast. Pulling up the sheets to his chin, Aoi decided to turn in instead, hoping that he would get some answers tomorrow.
However, as his eyelids begun to grow heavy, his eyes shot open and his throat grew dry when his trembling right fingers closed itself around the pen and delivered a shaky “YES” on the lined parchment.
A/N: OMG. It has been more than a year and a half since the last update of this series. I'm SO sorry! I must be the worst updater in the world T.T I've been consumed by life and the business it brings sigh. I'll be really surprised if anyone still remembers this fic. So.. surprise me? :3