Dimension(s) 17/?
Title: Dimension(s)
Chapter: 17/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama, Violence, Psychological, Mental disorders
Warnings: Mild Gore
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aoi x Shou, Hiroto x Uruha in later chapters
Synopsis: Aoi and Shou have dissociative identity 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?
Mashed up whirls of beige specked with dots and swirly lines of random colours slowly begun to mould into shapes. Different characters took form and materialised in front of Aoi and he was overwhelmed with an intense feeling of déjà vu.
He was certain he had seen those people before, yet he wasn't.
He was planted at the entrance of a classroom, while a younger version of himself stood a few meters away from him, next to a teacher, in front of a class. As Aoi started towards ''himself'' his surroundings mashed up again, and he now stood behind 5 obese burly boys who encircled a shaking cowering form at the corner of the classroom. Aoi noticed rice grains and vegetables littered around his feet and an overturned lunch box laid not too far away, its lid at the opposite end. Similarly, when Aoi lifted a hand to stop those boys, his environment spun and ceased abruptly at a dimly lit room.
Something was off this time. Aoi knew it as he was able to take a step forward without anything moving out of its place.
He slowly trekked around the room which stunk of sweat and old socks. Weaving among the rows of lockers, his heart came to a stop when he saw ''himself'' backed up against the wall with the same group of boys from earlier on.
Aoi felt a familiar pounding starting from the back of his head again and a sick twisting sensation at the pit of his stomach, but he clenched his fists and willed his focus to stay. As much as he felt the precariousness of the situation, it somehow weighed a certain importance.
He had to see this.
With his hands trembling at his sides, Aoi stood rooted to the ground as blood drained from his face. He watched “himself” being violated in a way he had never imagined and he couldn't tear his eyes away.
This. This was the lapse in his memory. This was the reason behind Doctor Kazamasa's and his mother's adamant refusal to speak about what happened.
Aoi understood now.
He broke his gaze away from the sight of himself choking, gagging and crying.
Yet. Yet, his sense of logic returned - what had Hiroto meant?
An ear piercing scream brought his attention back to the scene. Aoi's eyes widened.
What was crouched on the ground wasn't him. His asphalt pupils were constricted and glowed with such intensity of hatred and menace that Aoi sparked goose bumps all over his skin. His lips were curled up in a lop-sided smirk after spitting out a severed piece of flesh to the side. Blood and slime trailed down his chin and he casually swiped it away with the back of his arm.
For the first time in his life, Aoi stared at himself and doubted his own identity.
The injured boy continued writhing and screaming on the floor. His minions had crumbled to the ground and were now scampering out of the locker room as quick as their limp legs could carry them. Aoi remained where he was as all those beings scrambled past him. But the hairs on the back of his neck stilled when the last scrawny boy stood up, ground the discarded lump of flesh with the heel of his shoes and turned his gaze upon him.
When their eyes locked, the cement floor beneath Aoi gave way and he fell into another abyss of darkness.
All track of time was lost as he fell. Wind brushed past his ears and fuzzy static were all he could see behind his closed lids.
When he landed with a thump, the rustling in his ears stopped and a bright orange glow enveloped his view. A steady beeping came into earshot and Aoi slowly opened his eyes.
He was in a room identical to the one he had came to two years ago.
Chapter: 17/?
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama, Violence, Psychological, Mental disorders
Warnings: Mild Gore
Disclaimer: I own this page of lies.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aoi x Shou, Hiroto x Uruha in later chapters
Synopsis: Aoi and Shou have dissociative identity 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?
Mashed up whirls of beige specked with dots and swirly lines of random colours slowly begun to mould into shapes. Different characters took form and materialised in front of Aoi and he was overwhelmed with an intense feeling of déjà vu.
He was certain he had seen those people before, yet he wasn't.
He was planted at the entrance of a classroom, while a younger version of himself stood a few meters away from him, next to a teacher, in front of a class. As Aoi started towards ''himself'' his surroundings mashed up again, and he now stood behind 5 obese burly boys who encircled a shaking cowering form at the corner of the classroom. Aoi noticed rice grains and vegetables littered around his feet and an overturned lunch box laid not too far away, its lid at the opposite end. Similarly, when Aoi lifted a hand to stop those boys, his environment spun and ceased abruptly at a dimly lit room.
Something was off this time. Aoi knew it as he was able to take a step forward without anything moving out of its place.
He slowly trekked around the room which stunk of sweat and old socks. Weaving among the rows of lockers, his heart came to a stop when he saw ''himself'' backed up against the wall with the same group of boys from earlier on.
Aoi felt a familiar pounding starting from the back of his head again and a sick twisting sensation at the pit of his stomach, but he clenched his fists and willed his focus to stay. As much as he felt the precariousness of the situation, it somehow weighed a certain importance.
He had to see this.
With his hands trembling at his sides, Aoi stood rooted to the ground as blood drained from his face. He watched “himself” being violated in a way he had never imagined and he couldn't tear his eyes away.
This. This was the lapse in his memory. This was the reason behind Doctor Kazamasa's and his mother's adamant refusal to speak about what happened.
Aoi understood now.
He broke his gaze away from the sight of himself choking, gagging and crying.
Yet. Yet, his sense of logic returned - what had Hiroto meant?
An ear piercing scream brought his attention back to the scene. Aoi's eyes widened.
What was crouched on the ground wasn't him. His asphalt pupils were constricted and glowed with such intensity of hatred and menace that Aoi sparked goose bumps all over his skin. His lips were curled up in a lop-sided smirk after spitting out a severed piece of flesh to the side. Blood and slime trailed down his chin and he casually swiped it away with the back of his arm.
For the first time in his life, Aoi stared at himself and doubted his own identity.
The injured boy continued writhing and screaming on the floor. His minions had crumbled to the ground and were now scampering out of the locker room as quick as their limp legs could carry them. Aoi remained where he was as all those beings scrambled past him. But the hairs on the back of his neck stilled when the last scrawny boy stood up, ground the discarded lump of flesh with the heel of his shoes and turned his gaze upon him.
When their eyes locked, the cement floor beneath Aoi gave way and he fell into another abyss of darkness.
All track of time was lost as he fell. Wind brushed past his ears and fuzzy static were all he could see behind his closed lids.
When he landed with a thump, the rustling in his ears stopped and a bright orange glow enveloped his view. A steady beeping came into earshot and Aoi slowly opened his eyes.
He was in a room identical to the one he had came to two years ago.