Just a stray headcanon that hasn't quite fit into any other TenShi plunnies.
"I'm really surprised to see you smoking."
Sniper turned to see Rika staring at him with a slight frown.
"Because it's uncool?" Sniper said amused.
Rika tensed, expression mixing with pity and concern. "Oh, you don't, nevermind."
"Rika?" Sniper asked. He didn't have many memories of the other world and there hadn't really been that much time to sit down with Rika to ask questions. Even now, he still wasn't sure if Makoto Yu was his name. "Tell me."
Rika's expression twisted, haunted and hesitant. Then he merely pointed to Sniper's stomach.
Sniper pulled his shirt out, unbuttoning the last two buttons. There on his lower stomach was a small cluster of scars that he had noticed before when showering. Three round circles.
His heart skipped a beat and a sharp, painful memory burst forward. The searing pain of a burn buried deep in his flesh, the growing bruise on his arm from where was grabbed. The scar on his face from a jagged piece of glass thrown at him in a fit of anger.
"Yu-chan?"
Yu touched the bandages around his stomach. The smell of ash and burnt flesh in his nose. He wavered, feeling nauseous. "Mother is going to take me away," he said. "She doesn't even want to be in the same country as that… that man."
Rika's eyes watered. "I'll miss you."
Yu miserably looked down. His mother was going to take him away from the one bright and good thing in his life. "Me too."
"YU-CHAN!"
Sniper came out of the memory with a shuddering heave. Rika was kneeling next to him, hands on his shoulder.
"Sorry," Rika said. "I shouldn't have-"
"No," Sniper cut him off. "Even if he was a bastard, I still want to know." He huffed, mentally trying to regain his balance.
Rika looked at him with concern. "If you say so."
Sniper meant it. He wanted to know who he used to be, remember everything he had forgotten. Both the good and the bad.
But first, he desperately wanted to wash the taste of ash from his mouth.
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