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caughtinanetwork2012-04-25 05:54 pm
bakegarasu) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-25 05:54 pm
Entry tags:
[Dream]/[Video]
Warnings: Blood, gore, eye gore, language, patricide/fratricide, mentions of incest.
[The boy - no older than six or so, with short messy black hair and green eyes - stands in the doorway of the bar, the large tattooed men playing cards and drinking. One of them, wearing a jacket with a furred collar comes over to him and grabs him by the wrist. The boy doesn't seem to react, just goes along with him.]
'Looks like the monster's out of bed again. I told you not to follow us here. Shit, if you don't listen to your older brother who the fuck are you going to listen to?'
[He lets go and one of the men throws a shotglass at him, which shatters on the side of the boy's head and draws blood. The boy just stares at him and then leaps towards him -]
'You're a monster who should have never been born.'
[The scene is different now - the boy is older, with a younger boy who has red hair and a bright smile.]
'Come on, bro! Let's move! We're never gonna be the leaders of our own group if we don't prove our worth now!'
[He opens his mouth to respond, but then shuts it and shakes his head. He doesn't want to be a leader - he's just a weapon. Just a tool.]
[There's a gunshot, and the scene goes red -]
'You worthless little asshole!'
[He's a little older again, and he's running through a bar much like the one near the beginning of the dream. Blood is pouring out of his shoulder from a bullet wound, but he doesn't seem to care. He's got a sword in his hand and he's slashing through men. One dares to take another shot at him - suddenly the boy is leaping off the table and with one quick slash the man has no more hands. He screams, and the boy slashes his throat, landing on his chest as he falls.]
'I should have flushed you down the toilet the day you were born.'
[There's a flash of orange as a lighter flares up and a cigarette is lit, and the boy is older now - high school age, it looks like. There's a group of teens around him - most of them have some sort of piercing, and a few of them have tattoos. The younger boy from earlier drives past.]
'Yosuke! Come on bro, let's go! We've gotta get moving - your brother wants you at headquarters!'
[The boy flicks his cigarette away, not bothering to stamp it out. Finally he speaks, and his voice is higher pitched but still recognizable.]
Reiji, didn't you tell him to fuck off? He knows I've got shit to do.
'I told him you didn't want to come, but he insisted. … He said a few other things, too.'
… I bet. Fine. Let's move.
[He opens the door and gets into the car, closing the door as the car goes screeching off.]
'You should have died with that whore.'
[It's dark, and the boy is now fully grown, now a man. He stands in an alley, men surrounding him. The younger boy is on his back, bloody and bruised.]
'Remember our plan to go to New Zealand?'
Yeah, I -
[He's cut off as the boy is shot off of his back and to the ground. The man from earlier holds the gun, still smoking.]
"Yosuke! You've never once felt pain or fear from the moment you were born. You monster. But there's a place in this city for everyone. Even the worst piece of scum has a function to serve. But you were different. Damn you."
[He shoots at the man, who rushes forward despite his injuries, cutting the gun in half and pointing the tip of his sword at the man's face.]
"Think of what you're doing. Could you kill your own brother? Well, Yosuke? You the kind of person who could do that?"
You're the one who seems to think I'm a monster. [His voice is low, quiet.] You've always said so, haven't you, father?!
[The older man sighs, and cocks the gun behind his back.]
"When you were conceived between me and my mother, I had no idea it would come to this. What I'm saying is… the day you were born I should have flushed you down the toilet. You… fucking… monster!"
[He pulls the gun out and tries to shoot his brother, his son, in the face - but he doesn't get the chance, because the man lashes out, slicing the man in the throat, blood spurting everywhere.]
[The blood seeps through everything, and then -]
[It's dark again, though it's creeping towards light. The man stands in front of a giant mechanical monster, sword in hand, though he's wounded badly, blood dripping from him all over. The monster growls and sends a blast of energy at him. He blocks it with his sword, metal shards breaking off into his eye. There's another blast, and his arm tears off. He falls to the ground, his own thoughts echoing in his head.]
'… Why? Why was I born a human?'
[It's dark, and cold, and he needs light… but this time, the light isn't coming. She's not coming to revive him this time.]
[The darkness deepens, and everything goes silent.]
[Otoha rolls over in his sleep, clutching the Dreamberry. His cot looks damp, and he's sweating. There's light filtering through a window somewhere above him, but he sleeps on.]
[The boy - no older than six or so, with short messy black hair and green eyes - stands in the doorway of the bar, the large tattooed men playing cards and drinking. One of them, wearing a jacket with a furred collar comes over to him and grabs him by the wrist. The boy doesn't seem to react, just goes along with him.]
'Looks like the monster's out of bed again. I told you not to follow us here. Shit, if you don't listen to your older brother who the fuck are you going to listen to?'
[He lets go and one of the men throws a shotglass at him, which shatters on the side of the boy's head and draws blood. The boy just stares at him and then leaps towards him -]
'You're a monster who should have never been born.'
[The scene is different now - the boy is older, with a younger boy who has red hair and a bright smile.]
'Come on, bro! Let's move! We're never gonna be the leaders of our own group if we don't prove our worth now!'
[He opens his mouth to respond, but then shuts it and shakes his head. He doesn't want to be a leader - he's just a weapon. Just a tool.]
[There's a gunshot, and the scene goes red -]
'You worthless little asshole!'
[He's a little older again, and he's running through a bar much like the one near the beginning of the dream. Blood is pouring out of his shoulder from a bullet wound, but he doesn't seem to care. He's got a sword in his hand and he's slashing through men. One dares to take another shot at him - suddenly the boy is leaping off the table and with one quick slash the man has no more hands. He screams, and the boy slashes his throat, landing on his chest as he falls.]
'I should have flushed you down the toilet the day you were born.'
[There's a flash of orange as a lighter flares up and a cigarette is lit, and the boy is older now - high school age, it looks like. There's a group of teens around him - most of them have some sort of piercing, and a few of them have tattoos. The younger boy from earlier drives past.]
'Yosuke! Come on bro, let's go! We've gotta get moving - your brother wants you at headquarters!'
[The boy flicks his cigarette away, not bothering to stamp it out. Finally he speaks, and his voice is higher pitched but still recognizable.]
Reiji, didn't you tell him to fuck off? He knows I've got shit to do.
'I told him you didn't want to come, but he insisted. … He said a few other things, too.'
… I bet. Fine. Let's move.
[He opens the door and gets into the car, closing the door as the car goes screeching off.]
'You should have died with that whore.'
[It's dark, and the boy is now fully grown, now a man. He stands in an alley, men surrounding him. The younger boy is on his back, bloody and bruised.]
'Remember our plan to go to New Zealand?'
Yeah, I -
[He's cut off as the boy is shot off of his back and to the ground. The man from earlier holds the gun, still smoking.]
"Yosuke! You've never once felt pain or fear from the moment you were born. You monster. But there's a place in this city for everyone. Even the worst piece of scum has a function to serve. But you were different. Damn you."
[He shoots at the man, who rushes forward despite his injuries, cutting the gun in half and pointing the tip of his sword at the man's face.]
"Think of what you're doing. Could you kill your own brother? Well, Yosuke? You the kind of person who could do that?"
You're the one who seems to think I'm a monster. [His voice is low, quiet.] You've always said so, haven't you, father?!
[The older man sighs, and cocks the gun behind his back.]
"When you were conceived between me and my mother, I had no idea it would come to this. What I'm saying is… the day you were born I should have flushed you down the toilet. You… fucking… monster!"
[He pulls the gun out and tries to shoot his brother, his son, in the face - but he doesn't get the chance, because the man lashes out, slicing the man in the throat, blood spurting everywhere.]
[The blood seeps through everything, and then -]
[It's dark again, though it's creeping towards light. The man stands in front of a giant mechanical monster, sword in hand, though he's wounded badly, blood dripping from him all over. The monster growls and sends a blast of energy at him. He blocks it with his sword, metal shards breaking off into his eye. There's another blast, and his arm tears off. He falls to the ground, his own thoughts echoing in his head.]
'… Why? Why was I born a human?'
[It's dark, and cold, and he needs light… but this time, the light isn't coming. She's not coming to revive him this time.]
[The darkness deepens, and everything goes silent.]
[Otoha rolls over in his sleep, clutching the Dreamberry. His cot looks damp, and he's sweating. There's light filtering through a window somewhere above him, but he sleeps on.]
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Those were memories, weren't they?
[He's sympathetic, but he's not horrified. More...intrigued and a little sad, but he leaves that there for when Otoha wakes up.]
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Mostly. The part at the end should have ended differently.
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You didn't actually die, did you?
[This is what concerns him the most.]
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[Said only half joking...]
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[He goes quiet for a minute. He did save all those people, and the demons. And still, the humans at least didn't seem to care... but it doesn't matter.]
... I never asked to be one. And I don't deserve to be called one.
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[Buuut that won't change his opinion.]
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[He messes with the Dreamberry for a minute and then flicks on a filter.]
Why do you even care? I'm a human, but I'm not a person.
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Why does that have to matter? I like you, I think you're a good...being.
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Because... mm. Because I've always been treated like a monster or a weapon. Even as the Karas, I'm a weapon for the city to use. You don't like a weapon aside from appreciating the damage it can do.
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I'm the monster where I come from, Otoha; you hardly classify in my mind.
And I certainly don't think of you as a weapon... mmm....guess you're just out of luck for normalcy here.
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I don't know how to live outside of the Yakuza. I can take care of myself, but I'm itching to kill something. I'm not used to this kind of peace and calm. I don't know how to just be a more or less normal and quiet person. It's disturbing for me. People around here being not normal doesn't really have anything to do with it.
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I'm afraid you have no choice but to try and adapt.
Although...if you have to kill something, you could just kill me~ It's not like I wouldn't come back.
[If you think he's joking...]
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Besides, I'd come back. Mmm...Otoha, you're a protector, right~?
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... Yeah, I am.
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...Yosuke-san?
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Guess you saw that too, huh.
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[He's not going to offer any information she doesn't ask for, unfortunately.]
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It must have been difficult for you to live in an environment like that.
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[She could relate to it a bit but she wasn't going to disclose that]
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I don't see a monster, I see a person.
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That depends what 'move forward' means. I still kill. I still do what most people would see as 'wrong'. I do it for the good of the city but that doesn't mean that it's any more acceptable to most people. I'm still a weapon, and like it or not I don't think that can change.
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While you do kill, you are aware of why you do it. Some people aren't sure of why they do.
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What would you rather be born as?
[It's not the blood or the carnage that bothers him; he's more than used to it. Isn't family supposed to help each other?]
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A demon, maybe.
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[What is this talking thing he's not used to doing it so much.]
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[Because as far as Serph is concerned, Yosuke isn't a monster. No one in Vatheon is.]
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[At least that's what he was told. Serph's been called a monster before. He didn't really understand it then. But in hindsight, maybe he deserved it at the time.]
You've offered safety to the residents here. [The bar as the safehouse.] That is not the action of a monster.
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[He can empathise. That was the strangest thing, arriving in Vatheon and not having to kill all the time.]
We can learn to live a life without constant killing.
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