Your Future Awaits, Eiri-kun
By 由貴と愁何時までも
I will be your tutor.
I will teach you English, and you will master it, like everything else you do.
You will fall in love with me, and I will find you blushing face adorable.
You will be amazed by all I know, and you will steal my heart by the way you soak up my every word.
You will call me "sensei," though you will want to call me by my given name.
Tohma will always hate me, as I will always hate him.
You will be confused.
And you will hate the gorgeous face you were born with.
You will hate the man who bore you and lose the mother that delivered you.
You will cause your sister grief and with your brother you will defy your father.
He will despise you, this person I'll have created.
You will become a monster—a cold-hearted fuck that will break many womens' hearts all over Japan.
You won't need to pay for sex, or for these women to fawn all over you; they will discover how God-like your body is, the body I once touched and longed to connect with.
You will hate them, because you will be reminded of the damage and grief I caused you by selling your lovely, youthful body for a mere ten American dollars—to two strangers, no less.
You will want to set your skin ablaze to be rid of me, to scrub my touch from your skin.
You will want to forget me, Eiri-kun.
You will grow up, and you will wish you had killed me long before you will.
You will find another to love, and wherever I am, I will hate that person you will love so furiously; you will hate the person I will have turned you into.
You will meet a man—Shindou—and he will begin to heal what I will have broken.
Tohma will despise him, as will I, and it will be the only thing we will ever agree on, aside from your well-being.
You will fall in love with him.
He will save you; he will love you, and you will love him, and though I will be green with jealousy—because I cannot give you the same joy he will—I will be happy for you still.
You will hurt yourself, cut your skin to drain me from your blood; you will let Shindou be dominant for once, and let him fill you with his seed, to push my essence out.
You will love him more than you will ever imagine; you will love him more than you could ever love me.
You will immortalize my name by using it as your penname, but eventually you will make peace with your family and they will call you by your given name, again.
You will spend the rest of your life with him—you will always call him a brat, even when you're covered in wrinkles—but you will love him forever, and you will forget I ever existed.
O-kaaaaay, I feel an explination is needed for this piece.
It is future 2nd person tense, which means it uses "you will"-type verbs and pronouns, so for a piece like this, it's okay to use the dreaded "you" most writers will neeeever touch.
That's because it's supposed to leave the reader with an eerie feel.
We dabbled with this point of view in one of my many writing classes, and I loved it so much that I had to write in it, and I just suddenly got this creepy future-tensed Kitazawa Yuki in my head, and began to write.
It turned out more like a poem than I had planned, but in this case I think it works.
So let me know what you think by leaving a review.
Loved it? Hated it? Any feedback helps me be a better writer.
And flamers, don't waste your energy cause I really don't care if you have to tell me I suck to make yourself feel better.
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Thanks for reading!
由貴と愁何時までも (Yukitoshuu Itsumademo)