Dead Man Mind
This is just a one shot that has been in my head for quite a while now.
I do not own Skip Beat.
Enjoy!
In a graveyard somewhere in America.
A graveyard was eerily quiet.
All the living who had come to pay their respects to their deceased love one's had all gone home, mist began to form coating the ground and a thick layer of fog made it hard to see through.
If you listened carefully, you would have heard a soft hum in the air, signalling the arrival of something.
This was something was a slimy green Alien blob, it was incredibly small so even if it wasn't protected by the fog, most people wouldn't even be able to see it, the blob was a run away.
He had just found out that his whole life had been nothing but a lie from the very beginning, he wasn't allowed to interact much with the outside world and his friends were limited.
He had just found out he was nothing more than a lab rat.
He had accidently ear dropped on a conversation with two doctors he saw on a regular bases, thinking they were out of his hearing range, they casually referred to him as a test subject and were discussing the new experiment they were having him do.
He didn't think, he ran.
He ran to the nearest teleporter and teleported to Earth since Aliens tend to avoid the planet since they were deemed as nothing but Apes by most species so that made it a perfect hiding spot for him.
He found himself in the middle of some graveyard, this meant he had a large amount of potential 'Skins' to wear and nobody would question it since the original owner was already dead, he needed a body that was young and strong, not too young and he certainly didn't want the body of someone who died from natural forces.
So far he had no luck, until he came face to face with a certain tombstone.
HERE LIES: RICK RASTUS
xxxxx-xxxxx
BELOVED:
The rest of the gravestone was covered in mud and leaves so he couldn't read since he had no physical arms in the first place, if he had managed to read the bottom lines, he would have thought twice before sliding through the cracks in coffin.
He wasn't even shocked when he saw the body was nothing more than bones in an extremely old looking suit that was covered in dust and considering the age of the bones themselves, this body had been dead for several years, his eyes traced over the form and know instantly that the body used to be strong and steady.
He slipped in through the cracks of the bone in the right leg and made his way up to the skull where the brain was and had to wince at the sight of the brain, it was almost none-existent and even the little that was left had some sort of black parts to it especially concerning the places where the memories are kept, showing head trauma.
He know instantly that this human must have died from a blow to the head, he wouldn't be surprised that if he did manage to restore it to what it once was, the memories would be forever out of his reach.
It was better this way so that he wouldn't have to deal with the memories of the person who once inhabited this body, showing up at inappropriate times.
He touched the brain and was shocked to feel some activity, this person was as good as dead, perhaps the person was in a never ending comma so what would happen if he woke up that life?
There was no way in hell, he was going to 'share' this body with the human even if it was his, he was going to make sure, the human know his position and did not over step his authority, if the human were to even talk to him like they were on the same level, he would leave this body immediately and watch happily as the body want back to a pile of bones.
Screw equality!
He was going to make surer the human know exactly who 'wore the pants' in their relationship and with that in mind he entered the small piece of brain and began to do repairs, well as good as he could make it.
First the bones were set into the right place and joined together, then came the skin, unfortunately he wasn't an expert in skin so there was scars such as thee one on his forehead but he could cover enough that it appears as a small cut and the hair growing out of his skull was long enough to cover the forehead and his other scars would be covered with clothes before he repaired the muscles and got them working again, the heart was the most difficult because the heart was a very complex thing especially when dealing with a blow to the heart, he had to wince at the meter hole in the heart before unplugging the veins and making sure blood could pass through it easily.
Now to repair the brain, the most complex part of the body, resulting him taking three months to finally complete because of how complex it was and now the body was ready, all he had to do is start the brain up.
He sent an electric pulse to start up the brain and waited patiently.
Meanwhile the being known as Rick floated in an empty space, he didn't how long he had been floating there, the images of his life played before his eyes like a broken record player, he could never reach out and touch them, interact with the people inside them.
Suddenly the memories became blurrier, having never happened before, usually they were so real and seem to taunt him but the first time, they started getting blurry, he started to forget things, one by one, the people in his memories began to go.
First the face of his mother was first to go soon after each of his family members faces became blurred to the point he had no idea who they were.
The faces of all his friends he had in life began to blur, his girlfriend and the image of her crying over him in the last few moments of life became blurry.
One by one each person that he had even known, began to disappear before his very eyes, the last to go was Koun Hizuri, the very person that he treated as a best friend and ended up dying for, disappeared like magic.
That's when he started to forget his own personal history, right down to the very food he ate even including his own name.
Light hit the space he had been imprisoned in for years and for the first time in years, he became aware of his surrounding as he opened his newly restored eyes only to be met with darkness.
"What the?" His voice sounded foreign to his newly recovered ears, he went to stand up but immediately banged his head against a hard wooden ceiling,
"How does it feel to be back amongst the living, human?" a voice asked making him jump and banged his head in surprise.
He rubbed his head and stopped himself from muttering a curse word before chalking the voice up as his own imagination.
"I do not like to be ignored" The voice said again and he looked around frantically.
"Where are you?" The once dead man said, looking around, trying to see through the dark.
"If you must know, I'm inside your mind. I'm the being that brought you back to life, I could have left you for dead and taken control over your body but even I know, I wouldn't be able to blend into your human population" The voice said as the man was hit with the revelation that he had died.
The voice continued seeing that its host was too shocked to say anything. "By the way, I'm stating this now. We are not partners or 'friends'. I have no intention in becoming buddies with you. You are my slave"
"W-Wait, what!?" The man said, snapping out of his shock, what did the voice mean, he was going to be his slave!?
"You heard me" The voice said, "You are my slave and I am your Master"
"Like hell you are!" The man said, he would rather go back to being dead than to be someone slave!
His body burned.
He suddenly felt like he was in fire and he opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out, after a minute or two in agony, the pain finally stopped.
"Every time you disobey, my orders, I will make sure that what you just felt is nothing but a sting" The voice said in a cold and deadly tone as the man felt pain in his chest area which made him gulp. "Now do you understand, your position?" the voice asked.
The man said nothing before he felt his body heat up, once again and he quickly said. "YES!"
"Yes, what?" The voice said.
"Yes, Master" The man voice sounded defeated.
"Good" the man could feel the voice grinning from ear to ear. "Now, that wasn't hard was it? What is your name?" the voice said, checking how much of the brain was there.
The man was about to open his mouth when his mind went blank.
He couldn't remember his own name!
His heart spend up and his breathing became heavy from the panic.
"From you're silence I can conclude, that you do not remember." The voice said. "Well I'll help fill some blanks, Your name is Rick since that is what is written on your tomb stone and your American, from your looks you seem to be in your early twenties, I do not know how long you've been dead for however."
The man named Rick breathed a sigh of relief as he was told his name that at least gave him some identity but his friends and family were pretty much gone from his mind, hell, he didn't even know what he did for a living! And how did he even die in the first?
As his mind contempt on the unanswered question that suddenly appeared, the voice said. "You need to get out of your coffin", that word sent shivers down his spine, to think he was just a pile of bones, not too long ago, terrified him.
Rick complied and tried to his very best trying to break out but it was no use, it was too heavy for his newly recovered muscles.
"Hold on" He heard and suddenly he felt like he had been giving a boost and the lid came off easily and he finally got up as a mountain of dark came crashing in, coating him as the moonlight hit him, showing it was dark and he looked down to find himself covered in nothing but dirty and dust, at least he wasn't naked, he thought positively.
"Well quickly get out and close the lid" The voice demanded and Rick could have rolled his eyes, he wondered if he was crazy for having a voice in his head.
Yep, he was.
He quickly complied and got out and pushed the lid back into place and even placed a fresh pile of dirt on top of the coffin and buried it well, to make sure, there was no evidence that there was anything amiss.
He heard a loud grumble and was surprised to find it was from his stomach with that came hunger, a feeling he hadn't felt in years and he walked down the path, in search of food, to think he had been carried along this same path but to be buried.
He pushed those thoughts out of his head.
"You can't go around looking like you just crawled out of dirt" The voice said and Rick looked down, he didn't think he was that bad. "There is a river not that far from here, go wash off" fearing another attack to the heart, Rick complied and followed the voice instructions and found himself facing flowing water.
He didn't question it, he took off his mud filled suit and stripped down naked and made his way into the freezing cold lake and immediately wanted to get out but his legs weren't working!
"Stay and clean-up" the voice demanded and Rick complied even though his body was screaming for something warm.
Rick found his head going under water several times to get the mud out of his hair and the dirt slid off him, once clean, he ran out of the rive shivering.
What happened next could only be described as impossible.
It felt like his whole body was receiving a blow dry and clothes started to form around his very body, he was now dressed in a chequered shirt with crystal white pants with a black lean coat over him with black and white high tops.
"How?" He asked, with his mouth open wide.
"How do you think, we Aliens go around unnoticed?" The voice said and Rick eyes widened, he had an Alien in his head!
"Now let's get going" The voice said and before Rick very eyes, a bag full of cash and documents appeared out of thin air.
"Hold on, can you materialise anything?" Rick asked, surely there was a rule against this.
"Yes, I can. I was planning on just take your body and leaving" The voice said, not at all hesitant on stating his plans as Rick frowned, he really didn't like the sound of that but who was he too to state his opinion as he looked into the bag to find a passport with his picture in it and he rose an eyebrow at the name, on it.
"Why didn't you use my real name?...Master" He asked, remembering the last part, he wasn't exactly happy with the change of name.
"Yes that would go down well" The voice said, with pure sarcasm in his voice. "For one thing, you're dead! I do not intend to attract attention what with you carrying around the same name, you look like you would probably attract the media. They would want to know how someone who was reported dead is around walking and looking exactly the same as the moment he died" and Rick couldn't fault that, for some reason, he wasn't very fond of the idea of the Media invading his privacy.
"But why did you pick, Renzo Carmine?" he asked and why 'Renzo' of all names.
"Were going to Italy, of course" the voice said, like it was obvious. "I hear the weather is lovely this time of the year" and Rick wanted to sweat drop. "Now let's get something to eat before we head to the airport"
"What! Now!?" Rick said, so fast!
"Well of course, I don't want to risk being seen by someone who knows you" The voice said and Rick had to agree, mainly because it would be awkward trying to explain, he had no idea who they were.
#20 minutes later#
Lucky he was in American, he didn't even realise it at first but he was speaking English like he had been speaking it his whole life even though he looked Japanese, so there was no shortage of shop selling food and after his stomach was filled he got a cab and drove all the way to the airport where he boarded the plane to Italy, lucky he didn't run into anyone that know him however he did get one or two looks from people as he walked by.
He sat in third class and looked out of the window.
Why was did he feel like, he was leaving everything behind?
And scene!
Like I said, this is a one shot, this is just an idea that had popped into my mind so I have no intention of continuing it and I already have enough stories on my plate…. *cries in a corner*. For my next one shot, it's called 'The Team of Gods' which is about the generation of miracles and Kagami being all old men who still have a deep passion for the sport but because of their old bodies, they can no longer play, they all receive a text that says 'If you had a chance to go back, what would you do?'. You know how this plays out. They all get sent back in time and are reduced to six years olds while their your versions still exist.