1st Dream//Video
[The glow of the computer screens is dim, casting a green light around the room in which Naoya lays, flat on his back. His head hurts-his head always hurts, and there’s a cacophony around him. A thousand differents voices, a thousand different flashes of images-places, people, things, times. Dates and words and phrases flash around him-over the screens, through the air, and the noise just seems to get louder-
And then silence comes with the creak of the door opening, light spilling into the room. Naoya hisses, rolling over and covering his eyes. It’s too bright, and it hurts, and that green tint has turned red.
‘Nii-san?’ It’s him again. Naoya looks over-the boy in front of his is no more than eight years old. Young, and innocent, and Naoya grits his teeth at the thought….before his eyes widen.
There’s a man standing behind the boy-with the same look of worry and concern on his face. Naoya sits bolt upright, anguished.
“Broth-“
“Nii-san! Are you alright?” He freezes. This boy, his cousin, his brother, his beloved little brother…his sacrifice…why does he still love him? He stares, and then looks down at his hands to find them drenched with blood. He knows what he’ll see if he looks up at the apparition again, knows that there will be blood streaming down his face from where his head has been bashed in.
And still the boy approaches him, before the ground cracks underneath him. Naoya looks up, and doesn’t act, even as his cousin falls to the ground, still bleeding.
“…I’m never alright.” He leans forward, cupping the boys face in his hands, smearing blood all over his innocent face and laughing, high and cracking.
“You’ll help me make it all better, won’t you, little brother?”]
…[Naoya doesn’t sit up with a start, or anything like that. He merely opens his eyes and brings his hand up to look at it…before he snorts.]
Is that the best you can do? [He looks over at the dreamberry and scowls before switching off the recorder. click!]