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[Team 1] Part 1.5 - Reflections
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yararanger, I had some old plot-bunnies lying around. So I tried poking one. The fic takes places in the same universe as this one and the ones linked in the header of it.
Oblivion could be both savior and curse. It could help those who wished to forget something traumatic and move on with their lives again. On the other hand, it could also bother people and drive them crazy. Forgetting something is equal to losing something. And the feeling of loss is registered somewhere in the human mind, the psyche. Some people are able to push it away, others are not as lucky.
What if I forgot something important?
Yara remembered that feeling all too well. Not too long ago, he’d lived his life normally again, as a guy next door, just another person walking the streets, nobody special.
Then Yamamoto Ryota had stumbled into his life and things had started to change. Now he was back at a secret organization, which was dealing with uncovering even more secret government experiments. Yamamoto was the result of, or rather the young male himself was one of those experiments.
So many things had happened in the short span of the last year or maybe it had been two now, time passed very weirdly these days. Yara had taken the other in, without knowing who the other was. He had found out little by little that Yamamoto was different, was special and he hadn’t cared, he’d fallen in love with the other and had asked him to stay by his side.
They would have probably continued to live quietly in their suburban home, going to dance class and what not together, if they hadn’t run into one of Yamamoto’s friends.
With the appearance of Takahashi Ryu in their lives, things had taken a rather dramatic turn.
Yara didn’t know all the details of what had happened one fateful day, maybe about a week after Takahashi had first come into their life but he knew that it had left Yamamoto deeply hurt and Takahashi, well, dead. He had wished then and still did even now, for Yamamoto’s memories to be erased then, so that the other could continue to live in blissful oblivion and with that happy little glow that had been in his eyes before. It was gone now.
It had been at that same time that Yara had been given his memories back, memories that did not hold a lot of happiness in them. Memories of both learning and teaching something a little different from dance. Teaching and learning combat skills, skills which one may need to fend off enemies who might not fight with just all means available to normal humans.
He also remembered losing comrades to those government hunters that were to collect or kill the test subjects on the lose, those who managed to escape around the time when Yamamoto had appeared in front of the reptile shop. And now Yamamoto had made the same experience and would most likely continue to experience a lot more of the things that Yara had gone through before. In fact, Yara would most likely be the one teaching things to the other.
“You know,” Yudai crossed his arms as he sat down next to Yara. “You can ask to get your memories erased again. You can go back to your life. Nobody has seen you yet.”
Yara shook his head. “I can’t do that anymore.”
“And why’s that?” the other asked but Yara knew that Yudai already knew the answer.
“He wouldn’t be there with me,” Yara’s eyes wandered to a different table, where Yamamoto and another of the lucky ones who’d escaped the governments’ clutches, were sitting and eating breakfast. Hayashi was smiling and laughing with Yamamoto but one half of his face was covered in bandages, one of his eyes could no longer see. He had been lucky or he would have suffered the same fate as Takahashi. In fact, the one who had assaulted them had been one and the same person.
A person all of them, Yamamoto included, had once called their friend.
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yararanger, I had some old plot-bunnies lying around. So I tried poking one. The fic takes places in the same universe as this one and the ones linked in the header of it.Oblivion could be both savior and curse. It could help those who wished to forget something traumatic and move on with their lives again. On the other hand, it could also bother people and drive them crazy. Forgetting something is equal to losing something. And the feeling of loss is registered somewhere in the human mind, the psyche. Some people are able to push it away, others are not as lucky.
What if I forgot something important?
Yara remembered that feeling all too well. Not too long ago, he’d lived his life normally again, as a guy next door, just another person walking the streets, nobody special.
Then Yamamoto Ryota had stumbled into his life and things had started to change. Now he was back at a secret organization, which was dealing with uncovering even more secret government experiments. Yamamoto was the result of, or rather the young male himself was one of those experiments.
So many things had happened in the short span of the last year or maybe it had been two now, time passed very weirdly these days. Yara had taken the other in, without knowing who the other was. He had found out little by little that Yamamoto was different, was special and he hadn’t cared, he’d fallen in love with the other and had asked him to stay by his side.
They would have probably continued to live quietly in their suburban home, going to dance class and what not together, if they hadn’t run into one of Yamamoto’s friends.
With the appearance of Takahashi Ryu in their lives, things had taken a rather dramatic turn.
Yara didn’t know all the details of what had happened one fateful day, maybe about a week after Takahashi had first come into their life but he knew that it had left Yamamoto deeply hurt and Takahashi, well, dead. He had wished then and still did even now, for Yamamoto’s memories to be erased then, so that the other could continue to live in blissful oblivion and with that happy little glow that had been in his eyes before. It was gone now.
It had been at that same time that Yara had been given his memories back, memories that did not hold a lot of happiness in them. Memories of both learning and teaching something a little different from dance. Teaching and learning combat skills, skills which one may need to fend off enemies who might not fight with just all means available to normal humans.
He also remembered losing comrades to those government hunters that were to collect or kill the test subjects on the lose, those who managed to escape around the time when Yamamoto had appeared in front of the reptile shop. And now Yamamoto had made the same experience and would most likely continue to experience a lot more of the things that Yara had gone through before. In fact, Yara would most likely be the one teaching things to the other.
“You know,” Yudai crossed his arms as he sat down next to Yara. “You can ask to get your memories erased again. You can go back to your life. Nobody has seen you yet.”
Yara shook his head. “I can’t do that anymore.”
“And why’s that?” the other asked but Yara knew that Yudai already knew the answer.
“He wouldn’t be there with me,” Yara’s eyes wandered to a different table, where Yamamoto and another of the lucky ones who’d escaped the governments’ clutches, were sitting and eating breakfast. Hayashi was smiling and laughing with Yamamoto but one half of his face was covered in bandages, one of his eyes could no longer see. He had been lucky or he would have suffered the same fate as Takahashi. In fact, the one who had assaulted them had been one and the same person.
A person all of them, Yamamoto included, had once called their friend.
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