I Forgot You - Chapter 1
Junba, Sakumoto. PG-15 (for now). Angst, drama. Betaed by inaudible_d. Chaptered. Warning: Character Death.
Written for
rainbowfilling. Prompt: I Forgot You.
Aiba Masaki had a special skill - a power - that was more like a curse than a gift. He never knew the curse might have an antidote until he bumped into one.
Aiba zipped up his jacket, put on his hoodie, and wore his shades. It was cloudy outside and he would look ridiculous wearing them but he didn’t care, he needed them.
The tall man was restless beyond believe. He paced back and forth, looking at the door like it was a monster that would swallow him whole if he got too close. Cold sweat was trailing on his temple and curses were spilling out of his lips.
He jumped like crazy when his phone made a sound. It was his boss calling him. Again.
“He- hello,” he stuttered.
“Where are you?!”
“I- I’m on my way,” Aiba lied. He wasn’t even outside his apartment yet.
“Geez, Aiba kun, I’ve told you that the big boss will inspect all of the night watch today. You’ll give me trouble if you’re not here in ten minutes!”
“I’m sor-”
“No time for sorry. I don’t care how, but get your lazy ass here in ten minutes or I swear to God I’ll fire you before the big boss could,” the boss terminated the connection. From the tone that he used, Aiba knew he was not just bluffing.
Aiba’s heart deflated. He couldn’t run away from this because he couldn’t afford losing this job too. It was perfect for him; it was done in the night time, he didn’t have to meet anyone, and no crowded place was involved. He didn’t know if he would be able to find a job that convenient anymore. So he knew he had to go now, in the middle of an afternoon when the road was as busy as it could be.
Aiba heaved a sigh and finally, he opened the door.
*******
Aiba walked so quickly with his hoodie pulled down and he made it to the station without any trouble. He only encountered several people on his way and he managed to dodge them all with ease.
However, the station was another story. It was cramped up with people and Aiba already felt himself hyperventilating by the sight.
Aiba pulled the hoodie even lower and fixated his eyes to the floor as he walked across the station. In his heart, he was chanting prayer.
Please, God, let today be a memory-person-free day. Please. Please, I beg You. Plea-
Aiba’s prayer was stopped at once when he looked up for a second and found a girl stood dangerously close to the track. He stopped and stared, feeling panic creeping up on his spine rapidly. She was definitely going to jump on the track, but Aiba couldn’t tell if she’s a real human or just another memory-person.
Everything got ten times more intense when Aiba heard the train was approaching. In the last second, because Aiba was just too kind at heart, he decided to put aside his worries, run to the girl, and pull her away from the track.
Aiba knew he had made a wrong decision when most of the people in the station looked at him confusedly. When he looked at the girl and the girl’s eyes turned pitch black - just like the eyes of some other people who turned their heads synchronously to Aiba the moment Aiba touched the girl - he knew he was in a deep trouble.
The girl was indeed a memory-person and Aiba had made himself recognized.
Aiba started to run at once, rescuing himself from those memory-persons; people who actually didn’t exist in real life, but only in someone’s memory. The problem was, Aiba could step inside people’s memories accidentally without even realizing it. Real life and people’s memories could easily overlap on Aiba Masaki’s eyes and when he made a contact with one of the memory-person like he just did, they would recognize him as an intruder and they would do anything to get rid of him.
So Aiba ran for his life and no real person around him understood why because they couldn’t see a pack of suddenly-violent people chasing him. His eyes were scanning the station haphazardly, searching for someone who might be the owner of the memory - and that could be just anyone. Then he saw her; the same girl that was trying to jump to the track - the exact copy of the memory-person that was chasing him like he was a fugitive, just slightly older and thinner. And real.
Aiba didn’t give any preamble, he just ran to the girl and slapped her. Hard.
A bunch of people who were looking at him with confusion on their eyes gasped. When Aiba turned around, the memory-persons were all gone, leaving a faint layer of mist that, again, no one but him could see.
Aiba exhaled a long and relieved breath. He was saved. The hard slap snapped the girl out of her daydreaming state - the one where she was reminiscing her suicide attempt years and years ago - hence making her brain alert enough to not leaking her memories out.
But well, slapping a girl out of the blue of course dragged him to a whole new problem to deal with.
*******
‘Don’t bother to even come again. You’re fired.’
Aiba checked his phone once he was released by the securities. He got it easy with his classic reasoning of ‘I mistook her as someone I know’ but still, the security needed to give him a lengthy ramble of the importance of checking twice before slapping and whatnot. Now, he was freed from the security and also from his only job.
Aiba’s shoulders slumped and he cursed himself and his odd ability. He looked down to his feet and walked slowly, having no reason to rush anymore. He turned around, planning to go back to his dusty apartment and have a night of beers and vodkas.
On his way, he looked at every person he found. Now that he was calm and not under pressure, he could see it; a little fading color around some people that was a solid sign that they were a memory-person. He still felt a bit uncomfortable and insecure around them, but now he dodged them all easily, all the while tsk-ing to himself for being unable to differ them earlier.
He took a rounding path as a punishment for himself. He walked down the crowded shopping district - the one he usually avoided - and started to regret his decision.
They were everywhere - the memory-person.
Aiba could identify them but they were really everywhere that Aiba was afraid he might got recognized again. He started to panic again, he pulled down his hoodie, looked down to avoid eye contact, and started to walk faster.
Aiba was a clumsy person in times like this, really. He pulled down his hoodie so low that he didn’t see a man was walking across in front of him. The next thing he knew, he already bumped to the man so hard that they fell to the ground together.
Aiba fell on top of the man. The gorgeous man.
“What the- Don’t you know how to use your eyes?!” the gorgeous man turned out to be gorgeous and short-fused.
Aiba realized that his face was only a few centimeters away from the man’s. The man’s face was flawless, his eyes were sharp, his eyelashes were pretty. Somehow, Aiba felt like he had met this person before.
Aiba could feel something odd as he tried to get back on his feet, “So- sorry. I’m really sorry.”
The man stood up and dusted off his sleek suit. Another man who probably was his assistant helped him while visibly holding back his chuckle.
The man glared to his assistant and the assistant turned his face away to avoid further wrath. The man looked back at Aiba and hissed, “You’re lucky I’m in a hurry.”
Aiba felt a massive inferiority in front of this majestic man. He looked down and bowed his head several times, “Sorry. Really.”
The man clicked his tongue and turned on his heel, “Toma, let’s go.”
The assistant bowed and rushed to the nearby luxurious car, “Understood, Master.”
Aiba couldn’t help but to follow the man’s movements. His gracious steps, his swift gestures, his slightly irritated huff. The man was hypnotizing, he gave off a certain aura that lured Aiba to keep his eyes on him.
No, it’s not like Aiba had a crush on this person, no. It felt different, it felt strange.
Not until the man’s car disappeared did Aiba realize that it was not only felt strange. It was indeed strange. When he looked around, he couldn’t spot any memory-person anymore. It was like they disappeared to the thin air the moment Aiba bumped into the man.
Aiba darted his eyes everywhere, trying to find them but he really couldn’t. They really disappeared.
Aiba knew it had something to do with the man. He just knew it. Probably that man was his cure, his antidote, his way to escape from this cursed ability he had since forever.
And like it was destined to be happened, he looked down and found a fountain pen lying innocently on the ground. He observed the fancy pen carefully, there was a fine gravure on its side.
Matsumoto Company
Aiba grabbed the pen tightly. He had to find this man again. He had to.
<< Prologue | Chapter 2 >>
Nothing much yet because I know it might be hard to imagine........ Aiba's power, I mean.
Do you get it? The ability that he has? Looking into one's memories like it's really happening in front of his eyes? Or it's just too bizarre? Please let me know hehe :3
Thanks for reading and please let me know your thoughts about this *winks* ♥
Oh, and btw, this is the first time I use scheduled post in LJ! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~ xD
Written for
rainbowfilling. Prompt: I Forgot You.
Aiba Masaki had a special skill - a power - that was more like a curse than a gift. He never knew the curse might have an antidote until he bumped into one.
Aiba zipped up his jacket, put on his hoodie, and wore his shades. It was cloudy outside and he would look ridiculous wearing them but he didn’t care, he needed them.
The tall man was restless beyond believe. He paced back and forth, looking at the door like it was a monster that would swallow him whole if he got too close. Cold sweat was trailing on his temple and curses were spilling out of his lips.
He jumped like crazy when his phone made a sound. It was his boss calling him. Again.
“He- hello,” he stuttered.
“Where are you?!”
“I- I’m on my way,” Aiba lied. He wasn’t even outside his apartment yet.
“Geez, Aiba kun, I’ve told you that the big boss will inspect all of the night watch today. You’ll give me trouble if you’re not here in ten minutes!”
“I’m sor-”
“No time for sorry. I don’t care how, but get your lazy ass here in ten minutes or I swear to God I’ll fire you before the big boss could,” the boss terminated the connection. From the tone that he used, Aiba knew he was not just bluffing.
Aiba’s heart deflated. He couldn’t run away from this because he couldn’t afford losing this job too. It was perfect for him; it was done in the night time, he didn’t have to meet anyone, and no crowded place was involved. He didn’t know if he would be able to find a job that convenient anymore. So he knew he had to go now, in the middle of an afternoon when the road was as busy as it could be.
Aiba heaved a sigh and finally, he opened the door.
*******
Aiba walked so quickly with his hoodie pulled down and he made it to the station without any trouble. He only encountered several people on his way and he managed to dodge them all with ease.
However, the station was another story. It was cramped up with people and Aiba already felt himself hyperventilating by the sight.
Aiba pulled the hoodie even lower and fixated his eyes to the floor as he walked across the station. In his heart, he was chanting prayer.
Please, God, let today be a memory-person-free day. Please. Please, I beg You. Plea-
Aiba’s prayer was stopped at once when he looked up for a second and found a girl stood dangerously close to the track. He stopped and stared, feeling panic creeping up on his spine rapidly. She was definitely going to jump on the track, but Aiba couldn’t tell if she’s a real human or just another memory-person.
Everything got ten times more intense when Aiba heard the train was approaching. In the last second, because Aiba was just too kind at heart, he decided to put aside his worries, run to the girl, and pull her away from the track.
Aiba knew he had made a wrong decision when most of the people in the station looked at him confusedly. When he looked at the girl and the girl’s eyes turned pitch black - just like the eyes of some other people who turned their heads synchronously to Aiba the moment Aiba touched the girl - he knew he was in a deep trouble.
The girl was indeed a memory-person and Aiba had made himself recognized.
Aiba started to run at once, rescuing himself from those memory-persons; people who actually didn’t exist in real life, but only in someone’s memory. The problem was, Aiba could step inside people’s memories accidentally without even realizing it. Real life and people’s memories could easily overlap on Aiba Masaki’s eyes and when he made a contact with one of the memory-person like he just did, they would recognize him as an intruder and they would do anything to get rid of him.
So Aiba ran for his life and no real person around him understood why because they couldn’t see a pack of suddenly-violent people chasing him. His eyes were scanning the station haphazardly, searching for someone who might be the owner of the memory - and that could be just anyone. Then he saw her; the same girl that was trying to jump to the track - the exact copy of the memory-person that was chasing him like he was a fugitive, just slightly older and thinner. And real.
Aiba didn’t give any preamble, he just ran to the girl and slapped her. Hard.
A bunch of people who were looking at him with confusion on their eyes gasped. When Aiba turned around, the memory-persons were all gone, leaving a faint layer of mist that, again, no one but him could see.
Aiba exhaled a long and relieved breath. He was saved. The hard slap snapped the girl out of her daydreaming state - the one where she was reminiscing her suicide attempt years and years ago - hence making her brain alert enough to not leaking her memories out.
But well, slapping a girl out of the blue of course dragged him to a whole new problem to deal with.
*******
‘Don’t bother to even come again. You’re fired.’
Aiba checked his phone once he was released by the securities. He got it easy with his classic reasoning of ‘I mistook her as someone I know’ but still, the security needed to give him a lengthy ramble of the importance of checking twice before slapping and whatnot. Now, he was freed from the security and also from his only job.
Aiba’s shoulders slumped and he cursed himself and his odd ability. He looked down to his feet and walked slowly, having no reason to rush anymore. He turned around, planning to go back to his dusty apartment and have a night of beers and vodkas.
On his way, he looked at every person he found. Now that he was calm and not under pressure, he could see it; a little fading color around some people that was a solid sign that they were a memory-person. He still felt a bit uncomfortable and insecure around them, but now he dodged them all easily, all the while tsk-ing to himself for being unable to differ them earlier.
He took a rounding path as a punishment for himself. He walked down the crowded shopping district - the one he usually avoided - and started to regret his decision.
They were everywhere - the memory-person.
Aiba could identify them but they were really everywhere that Aiba was afraid he might got recognized again. He started to panic again, he pulled down his hoodie, looked down to avoid eye contact, and started to walk faster.
Aiba was a clumsy person in times like this, really. He pulled down his hoodie so low that he didn’t see a man was walking across in front of him. The next thing he knew, he already bumped to the man so hard that they fell to the ground together.
Aiba fell on top of the man. The gorgeous man.
“What the- Don’t you know how to use your eyes?!” the gorgeous man turned out to be gorgeous and short-fused.
Aiba realized that his face was only a few centimeters away from the man’s. The man’s face was flawless, his eyes were sharp, his eyelashes were pretty. Somehow, Aiba felt like he had met this person before.
Aiba could feel something odd as he tried to get back on his feet, “So- sorry. I’m really sorry.”
The man stood up and dusted off his sleek suit. Another man who probably was his assistant helped him while visibly holding back his chuckle.
The man glared to his assistant and the assistant turned his face away to avoid further wrath. The man looked back at Aiba and hissed, “You’re lucky I’m in a hurry.”
Aiba felt a massive inferiority in front of this majestic man. He looked down and bowed his head several times, “Sorry. Really.”
The man clicked his tongue and turned on his heel, “Toma, let’s go.”
The assistant bowed and rushed to the nearby luxurious car, “Understood, Master.”
Aiba couldn’t help but to follow the man’s movements. His gracious steps, his swift gestures, his slightly irritated huff. The man was hypnotizing, he gave off a certain aura that lured Aiba to keep his eyes on him.
No, it’s not like Aiba had a crush on this person, no. It felt different, it felt strange.
Not until the man’s car disappeared did Aiba realize that it was not only felt strange. It was indeed strange. When he looked around, he couldn’t spot any memory-person anymore. It was like they disappeared to the thin air the moment Aiba bumped into the man.
Aiba darted his eyes everywhere, trying to find them but he really couldn’t. They really disappeared.
Aiba knew it had something to do with the man. He just knew it. Probably that man was his cure, his antidote, his way to escape from this cursed ability he had since forever.
And like it was destined to be happened, he looked down and found a fountain pen lying innocently on the ground. He observed the fancy pen carefully, there was a fine gravure on its side.
Matsumoto Company
Aiba grabbed the pen tightly. He had to find this man again. He had to.
<< Prologue | Chapter 2 >>
Nothing much yet because I know it might be hard to imagine........ Aiba's power, I mean.
Do you get it? The ability that he has? Looking into one's memories like it's really happening in front of his eyes? Or it's just too bizarre? Please let me know hehe :3
Thanks for reading and please let me know your thoughts about this *winks* ♥
Oh, and btw, this is the first time I use scheduled post in LJ! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~ xD