Asylum (Epilogue)
Title: Asylum - Epilogue
Characters: Kato Shigeaki, OC, Tegoshi Yuya, Masuda Takahisa, Koyama Keichiro, Yamashita Tomohisa, Horikita Maki, Ryo Nishikido, Fujigaya Taisuke, Kimura Takuya, Gackt.
Rating: G13
Disclaimer: I own the story ONLY
Summary: Welcome to hell…
A year later
Among about 128.000.000 people it was relatively easy to disappear in Japan. There was the news of the collapse of a once state of the art mental health facility. People forgot where it had been located soon, and not long after that, forgot about the patients unaccounted for, but who were most probably dead.
Eventually the news moved onto other events. A crime here, a politician scandal there and a group of people who were thought to be dead just blended into the population almost seamlessly.
G and Kimura had left them enough money to find a place to live permanently if they chose to. And they had. For some reason they stayed together. Maybe the years most of them had spent trapped inside those walls. Most probably because they found safety in being together.
They had found jobs and they were living common lives, or as common as they could. Their abilities were as strong as they had been before which gave them the idea that maybe it was not over but none of them couldn’t be sure.
Shige went into his apartment. He knew Erika would still be on her computer. She had found she was good with them and was doing freelance web design for small businesses. It suited her well since she was always reluctant to leave the apartment unless it was at night.
He wasn't surprised to see Tegoshi sitting on Shige's couch. "Don't you have a home?"
"Yes, next door remember?" The other man answered, not hearing, or choosing to ignore, the sarcasm in Shige's tone, which had been mostly fake anyway.
"Then why aren't you in it?"
"Massu's not home and I don't like being alone," he pouted as Shige sat down next to him, deciding not to complain yet again about the football game on the TV screen.
Tegoshi scooted over and put his head on Shige's shoulder. Shige protested feebly. A few minutes later Erika joined them and sat down on Shige's other side, imitating almost exactly Tegoshi's pose. Shige didn't complain even when it was obvious the other two had fallen asleep.
He was starting to doze off when he heard his door. One day they had to start locking their doors, but he knew who it was. Yamashita came and went, never staying for longer than a couple of days at a time. If any of the others knew where he went, they weren't saying and Shige wasn't asking, at least for now.
So there was only one other person who it could be.
"I figured he would be here," Masuda's voice came softly as he walked around the couch and sat on the coffee table facing Shige.
"You can take him back," Shige said.
Masuda smiled.
"Something is going on, isn't it?"
"I think so... and Tegoshi thinks so too. We can feel it. Probably you and Erika too. Yamashita as well, wherever he is."
"It's not the same as before." It was Tegoshi.
"Then what is it?" Shige asked even when he knew the others didn't have an answer.
"I don't think it’s coming for us." Erika said putting her arms around Shige's waist. And they stopped talking about it and made dinner and kept on trying to live life as normally as possible.
Miles away, there was a piece of land nobody went to anymore. Locals avoided it and nature had quickly taken over the roads that had once lead there. In the middle of the area, the rumbles of an old building lay. Cold and gray. and under the brick and rubbles there were broken bodies, almost completely decomposed. All except two. An old spirit and a young, weak creatures that had escaped the sight of the gatekeeper. The bodies had been broken, crushed, but the hearts had still been beating, faintly, erratically. It had taken a couple of years but they had mended them and now they were ready.
The biggest pile of debris and rubble started to move and shift and a hand made it's way out. Two tall bodies emerged in the tattered remains of their clothes. They had had names. Gackt and Koyama. No more. They were something else. All the wait had been worth it. It was time to live again and now, a lowly soldier of the suzerain had succeeded, when all the powerful commanders had failed, and was out in this world. Now, what had once been a simple doctor was reborn in the powerful body he had been promised. He could do anything, be anybody. And everything was starting now.