DISCLAIMER : very mature themes ahead. please be warned. if you aren't exactly in the best mental state of mind right now, please don't read this chapter. i'm not making fun of these situations because i am very much aware that things like this exist. abuse, death, suicide, and depression is not a joke and shouldn't be taken lightly.
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《 CHAPTER 16: Truth of the Past 》
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rewind...
"Amane, Tsukasa, have you settled in nicely in your room?"
Their mother called out from the hall, her footsteps nearing the room that both the twins shared. Amane finished up the last of his astronomy figures and organized them into his side of the room, while Tsukasa began to play around with his toy figurines. Their mother finally peaked into the room and sighed at the sight of Tsukasa not even done with one box.
"Tsukasa, you have to start removing your toys and belongings from the boxes already," She huffed, "I left both of you to it for almost an hour, yet you barely even started!"
The goofball flashed a sheepish smile to his mother, "I'm sorry, I'll do it right away."
Amane put away the last empty box to the side along with the other boxes before sitting on his bed. His mother looked at him with a smile, and Amane already knew what that meant.
'Go help your brother unpack.'
Amane, being the good brother he was, went over and began to help his brother unpack. Tsukasa grinned when Amane approached him to help unpack, a bit glad, and happy that his brother was there. Though, like any other immature boy, he tried to let Amane do all the work.
"C'mon Tsukasa, don't just let me do all the work," Amane frowned, complaining. Tsukasa grinned once again.
"Hehe, alright, I'll help out."
As Amane and Tsukasa worked together to unpack, they didn't realize their father returning back home.
"How did the deal go? Were you able to get the partnership?" Their mother asked.
"Yep! And the company's fully settled in town too." Their father cheered from the other room.
"That's great!" Mother cheered, "We should hold a celebration tonight."
The twins' ears perked up upon hearing the word celebration. It made them stop what they were doing and peek out from their room to the lounge room.
"Celebration?" Amane asked.
"More tasty food?" Tsukasa asked.
Both their parents chuckled.
"Yes, since your father's deal with the authors went really well," Then, their mother looked at the two sternly, "But first, did both of you finish?"
"Ah," The twins both looked at each other, before looking back at their parents, "We'll go finish up!"
The twins rushed back to their rooms and quickly rushed unpacking all of Tsukasa's stuff. With teamwork, they managed to finish up in around 30 minutes. After they unpacked, they moved to the living room to play with their father.
"Dinner's ready!"
Their mother called out from the kitchen. Tsukasa's mouth watered at the sight of food on the table, while Amane's mouth gaped open. The two dashed to their seats in an instant, getting a chuckle from their parents.
"Itadakimasu!"
They began to dig into their dinner, enjoying the tasty barbeque that their mother made. At the same time, both Amane and Tsukasa moaned with delight when the taste of the barbeque hit their taste buds.
"So, both of you are starting school next week," Their father brought up, a smile on his face, "Are the two of you ready to meet new friends?"
Tsukasa smiled, "Yes!"
Amand began to fiddle with his training chopsticks, "Y—Yes..."
"Both of you are going to be in separate classrooms this year, so you must behave, okay?" Their mother told them.
"Yes," Both replied.
Their parents smiled as they watched the twins continue to eat and make cute faces when enjoying the food. The two both looked at each other with a smile, wondering how they were able to bring life to two beautiful babies.
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Amane always hated the first days of school. It was the only time where he had to introduce himself to everyone once again. He wasn't going to lie, between him and Tsukasa, he was the introvert here. In any environment, Tsukasa could easily adapt in and make friends, while he, on the other hand, would rather sit quietly and wait for people to come to him.
What made it worse, he was a transfer student.
God knows how many people would go after his shy butt.
Now, he was just outside the classroom, waiting for the teacher to welcome him into the classroom. His heart was beating out of his chest, anxiety getting the best of him. He was thinking of running away and bailing out but remembered how scary his parents can get. When the teacher finally called him in, Amane flinched and slowly started to walk inside the classroom. He peaked in to see a bunch of curious faces watching him, making him even more nervous.
He stood on the stage, and with a nervous voice, exclaimed:
"I-I'm Yugi Amane, aged 5. I like homemade donuts and pretty fingers, pleased to meet you!"
In his opinion, that 'finger' part was definitely unnecessary and the worst thing he could've possibly said.
"Very good, Yugi-chan. You may take a seat in the window behind Yashiro-chan. Yashiro-chan, please raise your hand."
A girl with a multi-colored bob cut at the tips of her hair rose her hand. She had a really bubbly aura and a beautiful smile that captivated Amane. Her beautiful ruby eyes that showed her innocence and her emotions. But that wasn't the best part.
Her fingers were slender and beautiful.
Amane's heart began to race as he passed by Yashiro. Thankfully, they were able to start the lesson before she could even turn back and introduce herself. However, as soon as the bell rang for recess, she immediately turned back.
Amane stood after a long two hours of drawing and learning to stretch and look out into the window when suddenly, the pretty girl with beautiful fingers turned her back to face him.
"Hey there, my name's Yashiro Nene. Would you like to be friends, Yugi-kun?"
Amane felt really shy at the presence of such a pretty girl. He looked at her scared and silently walked away, a blush creeping to his face. She was too pretty for her to even talk to him.
She didn't give up, though. There countless other times that she tried to make him talk to her. Amane knew it was rude, but he couldn't make himself face her calmly when he was so shy around her.
This kept on until they were assigned to do the science project, where finally, Amane's true love for astronomy bloomed out and they got to properly talk to each other.
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Amane and Tsukasa sat silently in the living room, in front of the TV. They were watching their favorite show when they suddenly heard the front door slam open, making a big, scary sound. Both of then flinched at this.
Their mother ran to the front to see her husband with a scowl on his face. He seemed distressed and angry when he came. However, she put a brave smile and greeted him.
"Welcome home," She chimed, though all he did was brush passed her and head straight to the kitchen.
Their father took out a can of beer, opened it, and began to chug it down. Their mother appeared back into the kitchen, her brows furrowed with worry.
"Ara, why are you drinking immediately after you come home? Did something happen at work?"
Still no reply. She walked nearer to him as he drunk his second can, and scrunched her nose in disgust.
"You reek of alcohol, have you been drinking even before you came home?" She nagged. Her husband finally turned towards her, the scowl now even bigger than before.
"Oh, will you shut up already, you bitch?" He slurred and screamed, "You're annoying."
Their mother's eyes widened, her feelings hurt. An angry expression slowly formed on her face, and she began to retort.
"Excuse me? So I'm the one who keeps whining on about things and facing problems immaturely by drinking?"
"You're just a bitch living under my roof, using all my money for pointless things. You don't even work for this family, so don't even try to say anything."
"I don't know a goddamn thing about what happened at work, but will you stop screaming and cursing. You are scaring the kids!"
"Don't tell me what to do."
The twins silently watched as their two, happy parents screamed at each other. Their voices started getting louder and louder, closing in on the two children that were just a few meters away from them. Amane started backing away, and he felt a tug on his shirt from behind.
He turned his back to see Tsukasa in tears.
"Amane," Tsukasa held on to his brother as their parents began to scream louder and louder at each other, "I'm scared."
"I know," Amane gripped his brother's hand tightly as he led him to the farthest point from the kitchen in the living room, "I am too."
"Oh you keep nagging and nagging," Their father screamed, "Will you just shut up already?"
Their father suddenly grabbed their mother's head and slammed it onto the marble counter. Blood trickled down from her head as she stumbled down on the floor. Tsukasa almost screamed, but Amane put his hand on his mouth, stopping him from saying anything that could possibly make their father go after them next.
Upon seeing his wife on the ground with blood on her head, he smirked.
"Serves you right," With that, he went to his room, changed into some casual wear, and silently left the house.
After their father left, both twins started crying out loud. Their mother slowly rose from the ground, her head a throbbing mess. It hurt so bad, but her children needed her.
She was definitely getting a concussion or something, but she hoped not.
Standing up, she took a few steps to walk to her crying children. When she finally reached them, she engulfed them in a comforting hug, hushing them.
"It's okay, mommy is here to protect you," She hushed, rubbing the backs of her twins
Together, the three of them cried at the absence of the man who had just abused them.
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It was now their fourth year in elementary, and the abuse to their mother only seemed to get worse. The company completely shut down after a year, and their father completely succumbed to drinking and abusing. Both he and the twins' mother argued almost every time he was home, and often times, she was used as his punching bag.
Because of their experiences, Amane seemed to have become more mature and independent. He began to do more of the things his mother did when at home. He did chores, cleaned up after their father when he was gone, and took care of Tsukasa and his own school work. Though their mother was against this, Amane continued to do this whenever their mother was too injured to.
He truly hoped and prayed that this would all be over soon.
Amane sat alone in his seat, watching the clouds move at a slow pace as the wind blows it in a direction. He heard Tsukass happily getting along with their other classmates just a few meters away from him, laughing and cheering. His mind drifted on to what he would do if ever that they were the next punching bags.
He completely despised his father for hurting his mother. Last night after his father had forcefully made love with her, Amane heard his mother softly crying to herself and praying to God that this will all be over. He already saw the numerous scars, bruises, and scabs on his mother's body, and he hated it.
No woman deserves this.
"Seriously, he did that?"
Amane shifted his gaze to his brother, who was happily laughing along with his other classmates. He couldn't help but smile to himself when he saw his brother's canine teeth sticking out, and his eyes crinkle. He loved seeing his brother's smile because it shows him his own smile if he didn't have any worries.
He was envious that Tsukasa was able to smile like that, but he couldn't help but not do anything.
He knew Tsukasa as he knew himself. That boy was precious and innocent, and he had so much light in his eyes. Compared to Amane, he shined brighter than any other star. Amane knew that his little brother had a bright future ahead of him, and he vowed that he must protect that light in his brother at all costs.
After all, as long as Tsukasa was happy, he wouldn't mind.
"Amane-kun," A familiar, high-pitched voice called out from the door. Amane turned to see Nene standing there, a large smile on her face.
Yashiro Nene.
She was the only person who really stuck by him after he decided to cage himself in his own thoughts. At some point in time, she started becoming really important to Amane. Every time he was around her, he felt butterflies in his stomach. His heart was always warm and fast-paced when she flashed a smile or laughed, and he always found himself smiling when he was around her.
Perhaps, the strong walls he built around him to make him stay strong broke down in an instant when it came to her.
She was the only one who kept him sane through all these months of abuse.
Amane stood from his seat and began to make his way towards Nene, the two of them making their way to their usual spot.
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"I'm home."
Amane took his shoes off and placed them nicely on the floor. He wondered why the lights weren't on when their mother was home. That's when he realized, his mother's shoes weren't present anywhere, and his father's shoes were messily laying around. Tsukasa was still at school because he had club activities, so he didn't come home with Amane.
Amane was sure damn glad he didn't.
"Amane, you little shit! Get here right now!"
Amane rushed to his father, his heart beating out of his chest. This was the first time he was left alone with his father in the house when he was drunk. He knew this was going to happen someday, but not this soon.
He stood in front of the doorway entering the kitchen and living room to see his father sitting on the sofa. Bottles of liquor and cans of beer, both empty and full, were scattered around in the coffee table. The house reeked of a strong smell of alcohol. Amane felt his heart stop beating for a moment at the unruly sight.
His father grimaced, standing up from the sofa. He towered over the small, cowering child, and raised his fist. Amane closed his eyes, and the impact finally started. Kicking and screaming, he begged his father to stop. The punches just kept coming. He fell onto his knees, and his father kicked him on his face.
The pain was all over his small body, and he was convinced that he was going to die.
'God, please,' He begged in his head, 'Someone, anyone, please help us.'
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"Amane, how do you do this again?"
"That's easy, just add 6 three times. Like, 6 + 6 + 6."
"I see... so 6 × 3 is 18?"
"That's right."
Thud.
Amane and Tsukasa stopped writing and looked over to the kitchen where their mother used to stand. Their eyes widened when they saw their mother on the ground, coughing hard. In an instant, both of them surrounded their mother, trying to wake her up. Amane looked up at what could've possibly caused her to faint, and saw an open bottle of rat poison.
His eyes widened.
No, it can't be.
"Mom... Mom... Mom!" Amane screamed, shaking his mother. However, she remained lifeless on the ground. Tears started flowing out of their eyes, and their screams of agony only seemed to get louder and louder.
'God, why? Why take her away from us?' Amane screamed in his head.
Help finally arrived, and she was rushed to the hospital.
However, it was too late.
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It has been a while since Amane had spoken with Nene.
Ever since his mother's death, he has been the target for every single ounce of abuse. As much as he hated the pain, the scars, the bruises, he was glad it wasn't Tsukasa. They barely had any money anymore due to their father spending mostly everything on alcohol. The old, family bungalow that they used to stay in was now sold, and they moved to a smaller, cheap apartment.
It was now common for him to go to school looking like a mummy after all that abuse, and everyone was starting to get worried for them. However, Amane pushed them all away.
He can no longer trust anyone anymore. He's lost hope in any salvation.
He also pushed away Nene, because he didn't want her to see his ugly side. He couldn't risk her leaving. He was like a curse, where everyone around him would slowly suffer when they kept contact with him.
But he had to see her again, at least once after all these months.
So yesterday, he went to their usual spot to see her there, eating alone. She was worried and nagged him about the wounds and his absences. Amane didn't want to worry her anymore when he answers her question, so coldly told her not to talk about it.
It was probably for the best.
That same day, however, was when she gave him a gift for the first time in years. It was a rocket keychain made of polyester clay, made and baked by Nene herself. It wasn't perfect, and it had a few uneven curves, but it was something Amane treasured greatly. The gift reminded him of the little Amane who recently moved in town, both curious and innocent.
Amane remembered his lost passion for astronomy and almost cried when she gave it to him.
It was his newfound treasure.
"Hey, are you really okay, you know you can talk to me about anything, you know?"
Amane looked at Tsuchigomori, who had a worried expression on his face. He remained silent as the teacher aided to a deep cut on his arm.
"You're constantly wrapped in bandages, your skin always with purple bruises, and you always refuse to tell anyone what's going on," He began to name the things Amane has been doing, "Just what the hell is going on in your house, Yugi Amane?"
Amane looked away from the gaze of his father's acquaintance, "There's nothing, in particular, going on in our house, Tsuchigomori-sensei. It's merely just me getting myself into trouble."
Tsuchigomori sighed, "Whatever you say."
Wrapping up the cut with a bandage, Tsuchigomori began to pack up the supplies he had brought out. Amane stood up from his seat and walked over to the window to view the rising moon slowly come out from the horizon. He gaped at the sight of the sky slowly coming into twilight, and he wanted to get a closer look.
"Tsuchigomori-sensei, have you ever wondered what it would be like if you could just hold the moon right in your hand?" Amane asked. Tsuchigomori raised a brow.
"What do you mean?"
Amane reached his arm out and clenched his fist at the moon.
"Well, I've always wondered what would it be like if you were to be able to reach out to the moon and hold it, how would the sensation of holding it feel?"
"That's a weird question," Tsuchigomori arranged the bandages in the kit, "The moon's too far away and too big for a human being to grab."
"The moon is 360,000 km away from the Earth," Amane told him, "Yet the closest heavenly body to the Earth would be the moon."
The moon glimmered brightly under the purple sky, and the stars had just started blinking. Amane was amazed that he wanted to see more, to know more, to grab ahold of more. So, Amane put one foot up on the window frame and climbed up to reach for the moon.
What would a life without abuse feel like?
What would a life where his father was gone, and his mother still alive be like?
"So near, yet so far," Amane muttered, clenching his hand on the moon once more, "I wonder what it would be like if I could just grab it like this?"
He tried to reach out as far as he can reach.
'Freedom is so near, yet so far...'
Tsuchigomori turned to Amane's side to see him on the window frame. His eyes widened as he rushed to get the boy down.
"Get down from there!"
Amane bent down and turned, slapping Tsuchigomori's hand away in the process. The teacher stood, speechless at the boy.
"I've said multiple times, sensei," Amane looked at Tsuchigomori with an annoyed look, "I'm alright."
Sitting on the doorframe with one leg crossed and the other straight, he sent a small smile to the teacher.
"I've already decided that I'm not going anywhere anymore, so don't worry."
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While cleaning up the shards of a broken bottle, he accidentally cuts his finger on the glass. It wasn't as painful as the pain from the beatings, but Amane really hated the sight of blood. He remembered that he had a few bandaids that he stole from the nurse's office in his bag, and proceeded to go to the other room to take those out.
Zipping open the bag, he pulled the keychain while accidentally using the finger he cut himself on. Hissing a bit at the throbbing sensation, he realized that he smeared on some blood onto the rocket. Suddenly, the world around him went black.
"Don't you just want everything to be over?" A voice asked him.
He knew it wasn't a sound that a human can make. It was like a demonic voice that had two other frequency-pitched voices speak along with it. That just terrified him even more.
"W—Who—" He stuttered out, before getting interrupted by the voice. The voice made itself appear right in front of Amane.
It was a black apparition of a man that had no facial features but a large grin. Amane felt uneasy looking at the apparition and felt shivers go down his spine as he stared at it in horror. He didn't know what it was, all he knew is that it wasn't human.
"Don't you just want your father to stop already? Don't you just want him to disappear?" It asked him once more. Amane couldn't answer, he was too frozen in shock and fear to mutter even a single sound. It smiled at him.
"Hush now, don't you worry," It told him, "All you need to do is kill someone, anyone for us."
"...K—Kill?" Amane stuttered, his eyes widening at the suggestion of the apparition. He's always wished people dead, but never in his life had he even thought of killing someone himself.
"That's right," It smiled at him, "An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth."
Another voice besides the one he had just heard spoke, yet came from the same being, "If you give us a soul, we promise to take his soul."
Amane still couldn't trust this being, "W—Who are you exactly?"
They giggled.
"We are Judgement," They said, "The taboo of the two planes."
"J—Judgement? Taboo? Two planes?" Amane narrowed his eyes, confused. All these words were too big for even the little boy to comprehend properly, especially now that he was shaking with fear. Judgment smiled at him.
"Will you take our deal?"
Amane thought about it carefully. If he were to sacrifice someone, he could possibly change their future and live happy with Tsukasa and Nene. Of course, it may be risky and a scam, but this was as close as he could get to a new hope. This was a new hope for a brighter future, and everyone could possibly be happy in the end.
Though, if he were to kill someone, who?
He couldn't possibly kill someone with his own two hands.
Unless that person was him.
'As long as he is happy, I'm happy.'
With no hesitation or second thought, Amane took a deep breath and spoke.
"I will sacrifice myself for my brother to have a brighter future. Please take my life to make my brother's life better."
Judgement grinned at the boy.
"Very well."
Closing his eyes, Amane felt something cold hug his body from the feet up to his head. He took his last deep breath and wished everyone he knew well. His life may have been sad, but at least he was able to save someone with it. He could finally rest in peace and maybe see his mother again.
Amane thought he was dead when he finally opened his eyes.
He realized that he was still in his room where his bag was in. It was around sunset when he entered the room to fetch bandaids, but looking out the window, it was around 9 pm when he came back to his senses.
Amane was left confused. He looked at his finger to see that the blood that was on it had now dried upon his skin. After seeing this, he couldn't help but foolishly laugh at himself.
He was dreaming, there was no way that could happen.
He went to the bathroom to wash up the dried blood while thinking about where Tsukasa and his father could be. It was weird how the house laid empty the whole time he was asleep. Tsukasa should be home by now, after finishing up his club activities, and their father should probably be arriving soon. It was quiet, eerily too quiet.
Patching up the wound to ensure its healing, Amane made his way over to the living room. Entering the common room, he gasped in horror at the sight that was displayed before him.
The body of his father laid on the ground, lifeless. A knife was plunged into his heart, and a pool of blood surrounded him. It was obvious that someone had stabbed him multiple parts of his body, and that this just happened recently.
"W—What happened...?" Amane couldn't help but mutter to himself as a look of horror permanently plastered itself onto his face. He looked at his hands that shook uncontrollably hard.
"D—Did I do this?"
Creak...
The front door creaked open, revealing Tsukasa. Amane's eyes widened even more upon seeing his brother, dropping to his knees. His brother's head laid low, his bangs covering his eyes.
"Tsukasa," Amane whispered lowly in a soft, yet horrified voice. Tsukasa started taking slow steps inside the apartment, having no reaction to seeing the blood whatsoever.
"I can explain this, please listen to me," Amane stood, slowly backing away as his brother started getting closer to him. He watched as Tsukasa walked right on the pool of blood and rose his head. It may have been dark, but Amane could clearly see the look on his eyes.
There was nothing. His eyes were like a void of emptiness.
The light in his amber eyes was gone and instead, were replaced with vantablack.
This wasn't his brother.
"T—Tsukasa...?"
Tsukasa knelt down to the body and reached over to take the knife in his father's chest. Amane's heart wanted to come out, and a high-frequency screech began to ring in his ear. He began backing away even more as Tsukasa stood back up, now armed with the knife.
He looked forward to his older brother and flashed a small smile.
"An eye for an eye," He muttered in a low voice, "A tooth for a tooth."
Tsukasa charged at Amane with the knife, and thanks to Amane's quick reflexes from the adrenaline, he managed to dodge the attack. Barely dodging, he stumbled next to their father's body, dropping on the floor. He looked up to see the boy cowering over him, the knife still on his hand.
Amane wanted to scream, but he could let out even a single sound.
Raising the knife, Tsukasa plunged the knife to Amane's leg. However, Amane was able to grab hold of Tsukasa's hand before it could pierce into his leg. It was a battle of strength as both of them tried their hardest to keep the other from harming him.
"Tsukasa, snap out of it," Amane screamed, trying his best to keep the knife away from his neck. Once again, he saw the void eyes of his brother and felt sudden rage fill his body and mind.
This wasn't Tsukasa, it was that stupid Judgement.
Kicking Tsukasa in the stomach and dropping him onto the floor, Amane grabbed the knife from Tsukasa's hands, got on top of him, and plunged it onto his chest. Tsukasa coughed, his eyes widening. The pupils of his eyes immediately returned back to the amber eyes Amane knew very well. That's when he realized what he has done.
He stabbed his brother.
Tsukasa looked up at his brother, a look of betrayal and hurt on his face.
"How could you?"
Amane let go of the knife and slowly backed away from his brother, not being able to believe what he had done. It was done on instinct, he was defending himself. He had every reason to defend his own life, but that wasn't what hurt the most. His face had a look of horror on it as he realized what he had just done.
He was the who killed Tsukasa, he murdered the person he was doing all this for.
Judgement's laugh rang in his ears as he sat there, frozen with shock.
"We really pitied you, Amane, so we wanted to give you a chance for a brighter future," Judgement told him. Amane was still in a state of shock. Internally, he was having a mental breakdown trying to cope with everything that just happened.
"All your life, you've been selfless. You've given every possibility of your life being better to Tsukasa and protected him from your ruthless father. You deserve better than this, so we helped you."
Judgment's voice kept ringing in his head, but that wasn't his concern right now.
"The cops will be coming to save you soon, and you'll be taken in by your mother's sister. You'll live a great life, marry a great woman, and grow old happy, doesn't that sound good?"
All that Amane could think about right now was to take that knife.
Take that knife.
And take your life.
Almost like he was in a trance, Amane did just exactly that.
As the knife pierced through Amane's stomach, Judgement stopped talking.
"W—What are you doing....?" They asked, "What have you done?"
"I don't have any reason to live if I live as a murderer," Amane muttered to himself as he repeatedly continued to stab himself. Blood began to soak his white uniform as he continuously stabbed himself.
It didn't hurt, his body was too numb to feel anything anymore.
"Idiot," Judgement snarled, "The curse will eat you up alive."
But it was already too late, and both Amane and Tsukasa had breathed their last breath.
That cold night, a family of three died from a murder-suicide.
Amane was supposed to live that night, but because he took his own life, everything went downhill for him.
A curse born from a change of fate, blooming from such consuming passion and love for someone. That was the Curse of Aeipathy. There was no correct judgment for what happened that night. Amane killed someone and himself, however, he had done it because of love. There was no real justification for where he could go next.
So, his soul had been split into half.
Yugi Amane, the young boy who murdered both his father and his brother, was sent to rot in the Eight Gates of Hell. While Hanako-san of the Bathroom, his counterpart, was brought to the heavens and sent back down to the near shore for redemption. His former identity as Yugi Amane was masked by the curse, and therefore no one could ever recognize him in his past life.
As the curse implies, both souls may never be able to reconnect. They would only be able to meet in the plane that lies between the border of the near and far shore. As a punishment for breaking fate, every human that gets too close to Hanako would end up getting targetted by the curse, draining all of that human's life energy.
Amane's life was miserable, and nothing could change that now.
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Word Count : 5,677
Total Word Count (pt 1 + pt 2) : 8,636 words
I am so sorry.
Even I feel like shit right now, writing this. It just breaks my heart to know that in the end, Amane never got the happy ending he deserved. He endured pain and sorrow, but in the end, it brought him no good when he died.
Seriously though, I take these kinds of things very seriously. There are a ton of abusive families out there, as well as people who fell into depression, suicide, murder, etc. These are all horrible things that happen quite often in this world, at these are all terrible things.
Please don't hesitate to reach out for help from other people.
As Nishinoya Yuu's grandpa said, if you're still scared (or in this case, struggling with something), please get help.
I'm not looking forward to writing Seventeen, there's this and there's suddenly gonna be more angst to inject right up my ass.
See you later.
Moirae x