Makoto Fujioka
Uraku Aoyama
Magatsu Aoyama
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...
How strange and how super duuuper frustrating…
I want, I want, I want, I want to…
Sooo …close.
So close, so close but everything is just to far… I can feel it hammer in my head and pulse in my soul, more, just …more if… only I could do more…
Helplessly knocked away I can only curse myself and the unfazed figures retreating into the distance as unpleasant sensations flood my mind.
Pain.
Crushing pain.
Overwhelming, searing, crushing, all consuming pain.
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“-IT HURTS!”
Stopping my own thoughts I screaming out in frustration as my body breaks from proximity alone the world begins to blur and slow as I fall and helplessly I’m only left with thinking about what ifs.
Annoying… It would have been funny to trip him up and drag him down here with me. Yeah, super duper, truly, truly annoying maximum but I guess it all kinda works out? It’s not quite how I planned it out… but this is sorta the same result, kiiiinda…
Watching the world above me slowly get farther and farther out of reach I watch my bubbling memories flash in front of my eyes as they flutter out of my head.
I want… no, I really need to make a bet and for that bet to be realized I need to both hang onto that funny power and I need to abandon everything. Would have been nice to save this for Chiaoko-nee, she might have hated it but… but if I won she’d make a funny face wouldn’t she…
Sensei I think I really you.
Goodbye Ane-san…
Goodbye Kyoto…
Goodbye Sensei Sensei…
Goodbye Megane…
Goodbye Chiaoko-nee…
Goodbye Kimichi, goodbye Akido, goodbye Canada, goodbye Hitomimi, goodbye Usami, goodbye Aiya and...
Goodbye, everyone… See you soon I …hope.
One by one I let everything inside my head until only THAT remains.
.
..
…
A gentle impact belying a tormented sea, a different yet familiar insanity and a yearning, I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t even tell where I begin and end. Melting, bleeding, cursing endlessly no up no down and hot is the same as cold. Everything is fine. Abandon everything but that and scream out.
I ̶RE͝M̀EMBE̴R HIM!
Push this as far as it can go and run wild, reach, stab, integrate and beckon, a twisted world tree impaling all. GIVE ME THE TWILIGHT, GIVE ME THE FOX, GIVE ME EVERYTHING!
I̲̤̟͟ͅ ͏̡͕͙͙̹͈K̛͙̼̭N͉̠͉O̶͉͙̙̻͙W̱̘̣͟ ̴̬̼̮̞̺̕H̯͇͇̜̙͉̕͟Ì̤̯̟͕̹͈͡M̳̙͇ͅ!̫̹
The cursing colour on the wind speaks of the over flowing haze filling the world, thus connectivity is born, exploit it. DEVOUR EVERYTHING.
Screaming, crying, cursing, cutting, scraping, lamenting, pleading, praying, a never ending flood that drowns out thought and reason but… I don’t need anything like those anymore I prepared all this before based on the assumption of an absent self, Instinct, incoherent desire and a frenzy that was like a whirling sea.
An instinct to grow and a desire to cut everything down
embrace everything
will scream out for everything and everything, will serve as a vessel for this pervasive darkness so I will utilize this resentment within me as a virus to infect everything.
I’m sorry Ane-san and everyone else but I don’t need all of you right now, all that I need is this hatred that we both share of him.
Drowning like he told me to will surely scream out and rise.
Ĉ̵̵̷̪̼̘͓̩͇͉͍̘̭̭͖͓́̓͐̌ͩ̈̈̀ͮͮͮ͗̌ͭͤ̃̚̕ͅH͆͐̉͑̑̒ͩ͐̽̂̉ͨ ̷̶̶̱͕̲̝͙̆̌̃ͣ̀͠R͊ͥ̉̐̆͂͏̷̧̛͓͚̼̺͉̪͖̼̤̤̤̦̺̪̮͠O̐ͬ͌̎ͣͨͮ̐ ̵̃ͭ̊͛̍͊̌ͨ̐͂ͦ̀͏̧̛͈̭̙̯̣͕̟̭̞̠̞̹̭O̸̸̘̠̖̣̼̫̪͗̉͗͐̏̋̀͑̏̌͝ ̘̲͖̦̹̙̟͉̳̱ͅǪ̴̧̞͓͙̱͍̘̩̠̬̲̲͈̠̗͓̎̊ͦ͛̊͗̒ͭ͛̿͌̈́͆̎̿ͯ͌̂͜O ̢̃͐̎̾͐̑̃̊̓͒̒́ͮ͒͑̐̂̔͏̶̡͕͔͉̫͔͎̮̼͖̕O̸̸̊ͦ̑̑̒ͮ̌̾͐̊̐ͥ̓̀̕ ̪͙̟̦̣̗͍̫̱͉͇̝Ŏ̷̷̡̭̤̞̜̫̎̓́͊͌̈̐̀͞Ö̞̱͙̮͈̳̣̗̹͉ͥ͂ͫ̆̀͜͠ O̵̵͓͍̳̠͙̮̹̞͇̲̼ͭͤ̅́ͣ̇͆ͪ̚̕͡Ǫ̴̼̻̹̹̣̫̣̤̻ͤͨ̋̾͞ͅͅȬ̋͆ͭ ̴̸̴̡̟̖͍̤̖͙̗̖̣̜͙̜̰ͭ́͐̾͗̿ͭͯ̃̑ͫ͆ͭ̾͟O͓̹͈̞̔̈́̿̆̊̈́͐ͣ̔̕͟͟ ̙͍̗͖͇͎͈̝͚̤ͅͅO̶̶̸̝̟̦̱̳̦̠͙͙ͭͭ̆̐́ͮ̂ͬ̀́͒̏ͩ͋̐ͧ̚O͑ͯ̋ͤ̈́͗ͬ ̸̢̰͓̹̣̯̬̦ͩ͐͊ͩͪ͊̋̆͒͋Ǫ̵̻̜̲̝̺̬͓̙͓̲̭͈̺̓ͨ͒̄̔̀̀̚͢Õ̍̔̿̂ ̸̵̢͎͈̖͇̲͓͙̦̺̞̞̙ͅÔ̧̧̟͍̦̱̦̥̯̼̱͖̹̻̠̱̹̰ͧͪ͋̈́ͭ͌͒ͧͪ͊O͐̎ͤ ̢̹̱̼̳͎͎̠̰̮͑̍ͬ̇ͪ̽̐ͥ͌̈́ͫ͐ͪ̓̇͛̀̀O̴̧̪̖̯̥̟̼̪̙͇̩̻ͧͣ̓̃̊ͪ̀͠ ̤̖̪̩̙ͅͅO̧̪͓̭̘ͦ̒̄ͪ́̑͋̌ͧ̽̍͆̽̑͘̕͜Oͬͨ̇ͥͮͭͬͯ̔ͣ̾͐̓̈́̊̏ͯ͆̚ ̧͔̤̣̩̤̮̯͘͞ͅŐ̸ͣͨͬ̈ͧͩ͝͏̡͕͍̣̻̥̖̺̙̺͇̝͢ͅO̢̊͒̋ͦ͑̊̇̀̀̓͊҉ ̗̭͎͚͍̹̗͖O̡̲͎̥͕̲̮̙ͮ̽͐́ͪ̀̐ͣͯ̔͒̂ͬͣ̑̒͐̚͘N̨͋̈̿ͨ̐ͪ̀̆͑͑ͭ͏ ͉̺̟̰͔̬̲̱̮̼̩̖̠͍̼̦ͅO̎̀ͩͣͤ͒̉̊͗͌͞͏̵̩͇̪̫̥̺̙͚̻͉ͅÕ̜ͭ̆͌̀͡ ̻̠̰̫̼̘͇̭O̺̦̜͇͕̘̣̘̬̟͉͍̣̲̲̭̤̞̒̐ͬͯ̎͡͠Ő̿̈͛̂̆ͮ͋̋́̿͋͏̯̰ ̗̣̣̩̫ͅO̸̴̜͉͈̺͕͙̺͖̲̼̊̆͂ͪͩͨ̔̔ͦ̋̌̋̏̓̾͜͠ͅÓ̊̇̐͋̍̆̾ͮͩ̏ͪ ͧ͐͢͢͢͏͓̺̺͉O̡͎̞̘̪̜͎͕̫̼̘̻͎̞̰͎̼͓̜̍ͨͥ̏̄ͪͤͮ͟͝Ǫ̀ͦ͐ͮ̐̈́̈́͢ ̨̛͓̜̰͙̣͠O̝͖̭̻̰̪͚̫̯̖̿̅́͋ͧͥͪͧ̿̽͒̎̕̕ͅO̷͓̭̞̬̳͎ͥͫ̋ͫ͗̀͡ͅ ̫̥̗̞̩̹̙̤͖̱͈͙O̶͎͔̰͎̣̜̰̥̟̹̎̎ͮ͡͡O̧̖̦̟̥͙͓͇̤̪̠̐̊͑̀̒͆̊͞ͅ ͙̗̤͇̲Ǫ̶͙̻͓̬̭̜̼̱̯̰̞̣͙͚̭ͥ͆̾̽̃̄͞Ǫ̀̒̀ͯ̐ͮ̚͘͝҉̺͎͉͈̻̰̖͟ ̟̺ͅO̡̢̮̱͎̫̙͓̮̓̾̿ͤ͊̔̃ͦ̒ͫ́ͥͮ͝Ơ̢̻̬͈̩̿͗̇̆̇͆́͊͆͆O͌͑̈́ͧ͑ ̔̐̋͋͗ͫ҉̻̫̬̗̹̘O̴̵̤̠̤̤͈͉̳̭̭̘̭̲͎̤͒ͤ̓̽̌ͤ͊̐ͪ̄ͤ̀̍́̚͘͟͝O͛ ̶̱͈̼̙͓ͣ̐̐ͮ͋̚͞O̧͔̘̰̲̲̰̪̬̺̳̳̭͍̝̙̥͖ͯ͛̒̐͟͡͠Ǒ̥̠͙̣̀ͥ̚͞ͅ ̻Ǫ̸̸̨̨̣͍̭̪̪̞̭̦̇̓ͯ̆Ǫ̯͇̲͚̖̥̠̪̫̯̼̆̅ͣ̒̂ͣͨ̎͑ͧ͑ͪ͛ͦ̄̈́̆͘ ͈͖Ơ̧̡̖̫͇̩̙͈̞̯̖̫̺͉͒ͧ̋ͤ̿̌͐ͅO̶ͦ̋̏̈́ͤ̃̃̚͜҉̼͎̯̟͜Oͣ̄ͥ̈͐ͭ ̸̷̜̻̼̻̣̗̮̻̮̟̭͈̊͠Ọ̧̢̰͔͇̮͚̟̭̫̠̞͖͈͚ͫ̇̆̎̓̐̿͂̓͛̔̅͘͠O̽̿ ̶̿̒̈̄ͣ͞͏̶̛̖̗͇͖̲͇̦Ǒ̡̩̗̱͖̭͖͈̲̯̆ͥͤ͞͠ͅO̔ͮ̄ͥ̍͛̓̈͌ͧ̏͆͗͆ ̸̠͉̜̳̯̺͕̪̰̙͓̭̓ͦ͑ͅO̐ͧ͐ͥͥͩ͂̈̀̚҉͉̻̤̬̞͎̳̺̫̫̪̖̼͢͞O͆ͪͨͨ̍ ͨ̽̑̋̎ͯ̓̆͐ͧͧ̅҉̸̷̱̙͔̹̹͎̼̖͕̰̱̙̳́͟Ȍ̷̢̋͒̑ͨ͊̍̏ͮ̽́̂́̔̿̃͏ ̸͉̮̣̬̣̬̗͍̣̗͠O̵̩͎̞̙͍͍̥̥̰̟̝͒ͯ̓ͣ͑̿̑͆̔͆ͩ̄̾̐̆̎̎̾̚͝Oͩ̐ͦ͆ ̻̹̲̻̪̟̣͍̤̙̱̦̟͞͡ͅO̫͎͍̣͓͈̦͚̣̼͑̄̈́͛ͯ́̀̀͗̒͛́͐͗̊̈́͊ͧ̚͘͢O̾ ̮̝̘̱͗̽̂ͫͦ͛ͥ̀̓̂̂ͤͫ͊ͨ̕͝Ó̊͐̉ͩͪͤ̒͑͊͒́͏̣̳͉͍̯O̷̅ͮ̿ͭ̉̆̊͝ ̢̰̻̜̪̝͎̹͔̀͜Şͯ̔̅ͯ̾ͣ̏̉͜͡͠͏͍͇̠̝̹͙͕͔͍͓͉̟̗̗͍!̷̧̙͖͍̲̔ͨͯ ͎͈̦͚̘̺̱͖͙̦̼͙̤̹