Name: 'The truth about Ami: Chapter 6A - Revelations: Hiroshi'.
Author: Cony.
E-mail: rubi@riemann.mat.puc.cl
Rated: PG-13.
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Hiroshi.
Pain. Dizzyness. Where am I?. Everything's muffled . . . all can see is a
blur of things . . . what's that light?. I open my eyes slowly, as if I
haven't done it in ages . . . yet how much time has passed?. What's the
last thing I remember?. Something . . . something about . . . about a
temple . . . blue eyes . . . Reiko!. I groan loudly, as pain rushes through
my head again. It feels as if I had a thunder zapping across it everytime I
move. "Good, you're awake". My senses snap into attention, as a voice
reaches me. Who is it?. All I can tell is that he's a man . . . nothing
else. I blink several times, as my view clears itself. "I hope the travel
wasn't too hard . . . teleportation was difficult. Were you trying to
resist?". Again. Who's speaking?. I can't see very much . . . I try to
clean my eyes with my hands, yet something holds me back. I slowly twist my
wrists, and tense inmediatly, as the hard and cold feeling of metal
registers . . . I then wave around a little, and discover I'm handcuffed to
a wall. My arms well above my head, forming a V over it. They're sore and
ache in strain, but I can still handle it. There's still a pain I have to
experience that will make me scream loud enough to wake the dead . . .
I try to pull them off, or to break free, only to see I can't. I don't have
any strengh left. It's as if I had just ran a long marathon, or swam through
the Pacific Ocean. My limbs hang effortlessly, and I can't even move my
legs. I feel so powerless . . . no energy, no strengh . . . I try to call
on my powers, hoping they will do some help . . . only to find nothing.
That warm spot inside my chest which told me where my power source was, is
completely gone. Vanished. "You don't have any powers left". That voice
again . . . I raise my head, and look at who's speaking. Black jet hair,
green eyes . . . that greek profile . . . tanned skin . . . that face . . .
where have I seen that face before?. It's familiar . . . it rings a bell
inside my head . . . who is he?. He grins, and speaks again: "You don't
remember, do you?". I lamely nod. Why lie?. "I thought you had a better
memory, Inoue Hiroshi. Well, if it's of some good to you, I am Takesono
Miyagi". As soon as his words leave his lips, my jaw falls open in
amazement. Of course!. Why didn't I remember?. Floods and floods of
memories and events fill my head. A special recalling starts playing tiself
again inside my blurry and yet very confused mind. 'Would you do anything
to find your beloved?', he says to me . . . "Anything", I reply, my voice
full of determination and suffering . . . for what?. As I look at the
surroundings of this scene that I'm watching, I recall. This was short
after Reiko and I splitted appart!.
In fact, only a few days after I left bed . . . 'Including paying the
highest price?' . . . 'Yes. Anything to find her'. Oh no . . . I remember!.
This was when . . . when . . . when I got my powers!. Why didn't I remember
it?. It was such an important deal . . . and I forgot about it!. 'Well
then, receive this gift I give you, and use it wisely. In exactly four
years from this day, I will return, to ask you for my payment'. Then, the
faint figure of Takesono-san vanishes, and re-shapes into a golden ball of
light. My trembling hands raise up to grab it, and when I do, I gasp as new
power fills my body . . . the power of the Wish Granter.
The scene in front of me dissappears, and I can only gap at him. His
lips are still smiling. "Remember now?". I barely nod, still not believing
what I just saw. How?. How can I have forgotten?. What I remembered was a
different story . . . yet deep down inside, I know this one is the right
one. It's true . . . and now I recall living that experience . . . this was
the gift that Takesono-san gave me, and allowed me to find Reiko-chan . . .
and as he said that day, he is here now, to get his payment. I look at him,
and ask, my voice throaty and husky, as my mouth is dry and thirsty: "Why .
. . why didn't I remember?". He smiles again, and shrugs. "I thought you
would be happier if you didn't remember anything. I knew you loved this
girl very much, and you couldn't have enjoyed her company if you knew what
was going to happen. So, I erased your memory, and replaced it with a new
one. But now, the lock is broken, and you know the truth".
I don't like where this is going. I don't like it at all. What's his price
anyway?. I never asked him before. And by the way I'm tied, seems I'm not
going to like it very much. "And what do you want?". He walks up to me, and
cupps my chin in his hand. "My payment". I feel cold sweat running down my
back . . . I don't know why, but I certainly don't like that cat-like grin
on his mouth . . . "And what is it?", I ask, uncertain if I even want to
hear the answer. His hands come up to rest on my chest before he answers:
"Your soul". As his hand ripps muscle and flesh away, right through my skin,
my scream can be heard several blocks away, as the suffering of having my
soul taken echoes right through my head over and over again . . . . and
that's the last thing I will ever hear.
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Author notes:
BWAHHHHHHH!. I killed Hiroshi!. I killed my own character!. Now what
am I going to do?. Kill everyone?. (Cony get's an evil glint on her eyes,
which suspiciously shine on a reddish tone. Her lips curl into a half smile,
which sends shivers down your spines). Naaa!. I'm an obssesive when it comes
to happy endings, so never fear . . . or should you?. perhaps, in an attack
of weirdness, I'll just make them all die . . . (again the devil thingy).
Well that was what was happening to Hiroshi while our hero searched
through heaven and hell to find him. Poor Reiko . . . how will she react when
she knows the truth?. Read on and find out!.
Disclaimer: SM isn't mine, (though I wish it was. I don't know why that nice
young man, who insisted I called him 'doctor' said it would only serve in
making me more obssesive . . . he said it would make me believe I actually
was a Sailor Senshi . . . what a fool he is, isn't he?. I *AM* a Senshi. Who
can doubt that?). Oh, check this out!. As I'm writing this, two very nice
men, dressed entirely in white have entered my room. They are wearing some T
-shirt that read: "Country House". What do you say?. That you're taking me on
a field trip?. Yipppei!. I'm going on vacation!!. Is Mom and Dad going to?.
No?. Pity . . . how nice they both are . . . they wanna play now!. I get to
be first?. Cool. They're putting on me this new sweater thingy . . . it ties
my hands behind my back . . . I look as Claudia Schiffer now!. I'm on the
fashion!! . . . it's a bit uncomfortable though . . . but hey, what sweater
tying your hands behind your back and tightening around your chest wouldn't?.
Ignore that last paragraph. Let's just say I got carried away. No more
comments on that. No questions. No autographs.
Ja ne,
Cony.
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