#91: Fix You [1/7]
Prompt: #91
Title: Fix You
Pairing: tao/kris
Length: ~30,425 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Tao, who wakes up in a strange place not remembering anything including his own name, is given a chance to find out what happened before he lost his memories. It’s just that he didn’t expect what he was going to find and how he was going to deal with it.
Author’s Note: a little bit of DreamKirakirado!AU (or maybe a little lot)
The wild grass theory.
It’s just like when you were about to cut the stubborn wild grass at the backyard of your house.. If you only cut it so it can’t be seen with naked eyes, it will grow back again. In order to stop it from growing back, you need to cut it to its roots.
The same goes if you want to erase someone’s memories of you, which means you have to take yourself out of the timeline of his life to erase your trace. In order to change the outcome, you need to cut it from where they were created first.
It’s softly raining in the middle of an autumn day.
He hisses as raindrops wash over his skin, stinging the wounds along his right arm. He feels broken all over his body, as if his bones were crushed into pieces. He can hardly move his head. Once he can see at his left side, he catches the blurry sight of a few numbers of people in orange suits circling around something. Or maybe someone, judging by the slight tuft of jet black locks peeking from in between.
Help,
He feels nauseous inside.
please, somebody -
Then his eyes flutter as they close.
help -
==
When he opens his eyes again, he sees an entirely different environment through his blurry sight and stinging eyes.
He can’t recognize the place. Maybe he’s already in his own afterlife. Maybe he’s sprawled in front of some judgment court for his sins or stuffs like that. He gives up on trying, because his head is hurting so much he thinks he can’t handle it anymore. Just let it be then. He can’t think of anything anyway.
But then something comes in sight - a pair of legs, white sneakers and tattered jeans. Someone is standing in front of him. Is the person going to help?
The person kneels down. And he hates that he can’t look up because he really wants to see who is kneeling in front of him. He feels the fingers of his right hand are being spread, opening his hand to reveal his palm. Then something warm is being pressed against the skin of his palm before his fingers are closed back again.
A hand is caressing his head, so gently.
“I’m sorry.” the person says.
He really wants to see the person properly, but his eyes are closing once more.
==
Wish Shop is a magic shop residing at the corner of the evening sky.
Your wish will be granted, if you exchange it with the most precious thing that you own.
==
He opens his eyes to the sight of lilac sky in the closest distance he ever had.
Gasping out of shock, he sits up abruptly, realizing that he is sitting on a porch of some kind of a house, or maybe like an antique shop, judging by the exterior and the doors. Where am I? He wonders helplessly as he stares down at his body. His right arm is covered in blood, and his fingers are balled in a fist.
He spread them open, revealing a plain silver band resting on is palm. What is this?
“A rough day, huh?”
He turns to his side, finding someone is already standing next to him, looking down. He doesn’t know what to say, so he just stares.
The man smiles. “I’m Lay.” he says with a friendly smile, offering his hand. “Let me help you out.”
He takes Lay’s hand and stands up slowly, carefully. His body aches, especially at the back side and along his right arm. “Where is this?” he asks in a whisper. “What… what happened to me?”
Lay takes a good look at him, drowning in silence before he comes to a conclusion. “You don’t remember anything, huh?”
He shakes his head in defeat.
“Well, this place,” Lay gestures at the house behind him, “is Wish Shop. As literal as it is, this is a place where you can have your wish granted, by giving us something precious of your own in exchange.”
Speechless, he stares at Lay. Is this some kind of dream? “Wish…?”
Lay nods. “What your wish would be?”
Maybe this is a dream.
“You...” he whispers, “you’re really going to grant my wish?”
If it’s really just a dream, then it won’t hurt to play along right? “Yes, I am.” Lay answers.
With a determined look on his face, he steps forward. “Please, let me turn back the time.”
Lay stares at him with unreadable look in his eyes.
“I… I don’t remember - I can’t remember what happened.” he whispers as he lifts his right arm, staring at the silver band on his palm. “Why my arm is bleeding, I can’t remember. And this ring, too, I want to remember what it meant to me.” he looks down over his feet - why are they bare? “Heck, I can’t even remember who I am.”
“So you want to turn back the time?” Lay asks, although he can’t seem to find any hint of curiosity in the man’s voice. “In order to remember the things you want to remember?”
He nods. “I want to go back into the time before anything that caused me to forget everything happened. I want to be able remember everything.” he assures, looking at the silver band again. “I keep… feeling… that I have to remember something. Something very important.”
The cold wind blows a little bit too hard against his skin, and he shivers as he watches Lay nods slowly. “Is that what you really wish for?”
Holding his breath, he nods again. “Yes.”
“Alright then,” Lay smiles at him as he spreads the fingers of his right hand open and lifts the said hand up, waiting as silver sparks start to swirl on his palm, “I have the right item for you.”
After a few moment, an hourglass filled with golden sand is resting on the said palm.
“Its name is Sands of Time.” Lay says. “Turn it upside down, and you will be thrown back into the point of time that you need to restart your life from. In other words, you can’t choose the point of time by yourself; it will be determined automatically.”
He stares at the hourglass. It looks like any ordinary old hourglass in any common antique shop. But if his hopes are laying on it, he would have to put his trust in it too. “I will use it well.”
“But,” Lay cuts as he hands the hourglass over the other, “you won’t be able to bring your recent memories along.”
He blinks. “What does that mean?”
“It means, you won’t remember this. Our conversation, or this place, you won’t remember it while you use the hourglass. You know what it also means, right?”
“… you mean,” he stares down at the sandglass, “that I won’t remember that I came back to fix something.”
“And your life might end up the same. The thing that caused you to forget everything, it might happen once more without you knowing.” Lay explains, observing the other all the while. “And when the last grain of the sand in it drops, you might end up forgetting everything again.”
Staring helplessly at the hourglass, he weighs up and down his decision again. Will it worth everything in the end? What if he end up just the same after all this?
“So, what do you say?”
But again, his hope is in the grains of the golden sand inside that hourglass.
“I will still use it.” he looks up at Lay. “I will use it.”
Lay nods, smiling again - it looks like it holds another meaning though. “Remember,” he speaks again, “once your wish is granted, you need to give the exchange for it. Something precious that you own.”
“I will give anything.”
As he was dismissed from the place, he thought he saw Lay smiling sadly at him.
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Title: Fix You
Pairing: tao/kris
Length: ~30,425 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Tao, who wakes up in a strange place not remembering anything including his own name, is given a chance to find out what happened before he lost his memories. It’s just that he didn’t expect what he was going to find and how he was going to deal with it.
Author’s Note: a little bit of DreamKirakirado!AU (or maybe a little lot)
The wild grass theory.
It’s just like when you were about to cut the stubborn wild grass at the backyard of your house.. If you only cut it so it can’t be seen with naked eyes, it will grow back again. In order to stop it from growing back, you need to cut it to its roots.
The same goes if you want to erase someone’s memories of you, which means you have to take yourself out of the timeline of his life to erase your trace. In order to change the outcome, you need to cut it from where they were created first.
It’s softly raining in the middle of an autumn day.
He hisses as raindrops wash over his skin, stinging the wounds along his right arm. He feels broken all over his body, as if his bones were crushed into pieces. He can hardly move his head. Once he can see at his left side, he catches the blurry sight of a few numbers of people in orange suits circling around something. Or maybe someone, judging by the slight tuft of jet black locks peeking from in between.
Help,
He feels nauseous inside.
please, somebody -
Then his eyes flutter as they close.
help -
==
When he opens his eyes again, he sees an entirely different environment through his blurry sight and stinging eyes.
He can’t recognize the place. Maybe he’s already in his own afterlife. Maybe he’s sprawled in front of some judgment court for his sins or stuffs like that. He gives up on trying, because his head is hurting so much he thinks he can’t handle it anymore. Just let it be then. He can’t think of anything anyway.
But then something comes in sight - a pair of legs, white sneakers and tattered jeans. Someone is standing in front of him. Is the person going to help?
The person kneels down. And he hates that he can’t look up because he really wants to see who is kneeling in front of him. He feels the fingers of his right hand are being spread, opening his hand to reveal his palm. Then something warm is being pressed against the skin of his palm before his fingers are closed back again.
A hand is caressing his head, so gently.
“I’m sorry.” the person says.
He really wants to see the person properly, but his eyes are closing once more.
==
Wish Shop is a magic shop residing at the corner of the evening sky.
Your wish will be granted, if you exchange it with the most precious thing that you own.
==
He opens his eyes to the sight of lilac sky in the closest distance he ever had.
Gasping out of shock, he sits up abruptly, realizing that he is sitting on a porch of some kind of a house, or maybe like an antique shop, judging by the exterior and the doors. Where am I? He wonders helplessly as he stares down at his body. His right arm is covered in blood, and his fingers are balled in a fist.
He spread them open, revealing a plain silver band resting on is palm. What is this?
“A rough day, huh?”
He turns to his side, finding someone is already standing next to him, looking down. He doesn’t know what to say, so he just stares.
The man smiles. “I’m Lay.” he says with a friendly smile, offering his hand. “Let me help you out.”
He takes Lay’s hand and stands up slowly, carefully. His body aches, especially at the back side and along his right arm. “Where is this?” he asks in a whisper. “What… what happened to me?”
Lay takes a good look at him, drowning in silence before he comes to a conclusion. “You don’t remember anything, huh?”
He shakes his head in defeat.
“Well, this place,” Lay gestures at the house behind him, “is Wish Shop. As literal as it is, this is a place where you can have your wish granted, by giving us something precious of your own in exchange.”
Speechless, he stares at Lay. Is this some kind of dream? “Wish…?”
Lay nods. “What your wish would be?”
Maybe this is a dream.
“You...” he whispers, “you’re really going to grant my wish?”
If it’s really just a dream, then it won’t hurt to play along right? “Yes, I am.” Lay answers.
With a determined look on his face, he steps forward. “Please, let me turn back the time.”
Lay stares at him with unreadable look in his eyes.
“I… I don’t remember - I can’t remember what happened.” he whispers as he lifts his right arm, staring at the silver band on his palm. “Why my arm is bleeding, I can’t remember. And this ring, too, I want to remember what it meant to me.” he looks down over his feet - why are they bare? “Heck, I can’t even remember who I am.”
“So you want to turn back the time?” Lay asks, although he can’t seem to find any hint of curiosity in the man’s voice. “In order to remember the things you want to remember?”
He nods. “I want to go back into the time before anything that caused me to forget everything happened. I want to be able remember everything.” he assures, looking at the silver band again. “I keep… feeling… that I have to remember something. Something very important.”
The cold wind blows a little bit too hard against his skin, and he shivers as he watches Lay nods slowly. “Is that what you really wish for?”
Holding his breath, he nods again. “Yes.”
“Alright then,” Lay smiles at him as he spreads the fingers of his right hand open and lifts the said hand up, waiting as silver sparks start to swirl on his palm, “I have the right item for you.”
After a few moment, an hourglass filled with golden sand is resting on the said palm.
“Its name is Sands of Time.” Lay says. “Turn it upside down, and you will be thrown back into the point of time that you need to restart your life from. In other words, you can’t choose the point of time by yourself; it will be determined automatically.”
He stares at the hourglass. It looks like any ordinary old hourglass in any common antique shop. But if his hopes are laying on it, he would have to put his trust in it too. “I will use it well.”
“But,” Lay cuts as he hands the hourglass over the other, “you won’t be able to bring your recent memories along.”
He blinks. “What does that mean?”
“It means, you won’t remember this. Our conversation, or this place, you won’t remember it while you use the hourglass. You know what it also means, right?”
“… you mean,” he stares down at the sandglass, “that I won’t remember that I came back to fix something.”
“And your life might end up the same. The thing that caused you to forget everything, it might happen once more without you knowing.” Lay explains, observing the other all the while. “And when the last grain of the sand in it drops, you might end up forgetting everything again.”
Staring helplessly at the hourglass, he weighs up and down his decision again. Will it worth everything in the end? What if he end up just the same after all this?
“So, what do you say?”
But again, his hope is in the grains of the golden sand inside that hourglass.
“I will still use it.” he looks up at Lay. “I will use it.”
Lay nods, smiling again - it looks like it holds another meaning though. “Remember,” he speaks again, “once your wish is granted, you need to give the exchange for it. Something precious that you own.”
“I will give anything.”
As he was dismissed from the place, he thought he saw Lay smiling sadly at him.
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