// Mirror, Mirror lie to me
Show me what I want to see//
".. my Kazutaka.. "
"Don't worry Mother.. I'll take care of you."
".. my perfect doll.."
" I will save you Mother, I swear."
".. so beautiful..."
"I won't let you die.."
".. as beautiful as the full frozen moon.."
" Mother.."
".. the best in my collection."
"I love you, so I will not allow death to take you."
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Muraki woke and stared silently up at the ceiling silently for several minutes, before moving to sit up in the hospital bed, one hand lifting to lightly touch the bandages around his forehead and face. He lowered his hand after a moment and stared at the door in silent anger. If the damned nurse hadn't interrupted him..
Shaking his head to get his mind off that line of thought, he slide off the bed and walked over to the closet and opened the door to find his clothes. As he began to carefully dress himself, his mind kept running back to the failed surgery and he shut the closet door with more force than necessary, causing the cabinet to rock slightly. Ignoring it, he opened the door to the room he was in and moved slowly down the hallway not really paying that much attention to where he was going.
Walking through the crowd of patients, doctors and nurses, he kept his head down as he opened up a door in the hallway and continued on through it. Shortly he absently noted that the number of people moving around this part of the building had declined sharply in numbers and as he lifted his head to look around him, he noted the old, decrepit look of the walls and floor. Apparently, he had gone further down into the old hospital than he realized.
A faint hiss caught his attention and he glanced over at a door a couple feet away that stood slightly ajar. Frowning, he moved towards it, one hand out against the wall to steady himself as his remaining eye decided this was a good time to start playing distance tricks on him. Reaching the door, he pushed it open further and looked inside the room, it appeared to have been some type of laboratory once upon a time.
Carefully drawing away from the door, he stepped into the room and searched absently for the reason the door had been left open. His attention caught on the large glass object in the center of the room and he walked towards it, staring into the glass for several minutes before a snarl began to form on his lips.
"Murderer.. it was you who killed her." he said to the one on the other side of the glass. His remaining eye glaring at the ones looking back at him, dark, yet bright in color. His hands clenched at the sight of them and he almost struck at the glass between them.
"You had to take the only one who gave a damn about me, didn't you?! Bastard.." It was true, his father had never cared, No.. he had only wanted a carbon copy of himself that he could shape, control and show off. But he hadn't been anything like him, he never took after his father or allowed the man to control him and now he was a better man than his father ever had been. The only other one besides his mother who actually cared anything for just him, had left him, moved away to a different city, leaving him behind like
an unwanted toy. Turning his attention back to the other behind the glass he glared at the smirk on the features he watched. "I'll make you pay for this.. I will destroy you.. "
A janitor moved past the door on his way to furnace below, stopping he glanced into the doorway to see the man standing in front of the empty tank and speaking to himself. He shook his head and moved on, it wasn't his business what the crazy doctors did down here, he was only here to keep the furnace going and clean up the trash above.
***
Brothers shall be brothers bane
In the end you kill in vain
***
Muraki picked up several folders filled with old records from the desk in front of him, moving to replace them back in the cabinet he had taken them from. As he moved past the desk, a small stack trembled a little before falling over onto the floor in a flood of white paper and yellow folders. He cast an annoyed look at it and almost ignored the mess for the moment, until his eyes caught on a pair of eyes looking up at him through the papers. Dropping the folders he held, uncaring that they just added to the sea of papers and folders, he almost pounced on the picture, digging it out of the papers and staring at it.
Dark, yet somehow bright eyes looked dully back at him from the photograph and a slight snarl curved his lips as he stared at the picture. His eyes finally left it, searching through the papers that had been around the picture. A name.. he needed a name..
Dropping down to his knees, he shifted through the papers until his eyes caught on one towards the edge of the mess that now covered the floor.. it was still partially covered, but he could see the name, although it took him a couple minutes to decipher the writing he was staring silently at.
.. saki..
He smiled maliciously as he reached to pull the paper towards him. His eyes narrowed sharply however when they fell on the scrawled note on one corner of the paper. '.. Deceased..' His hand tightened on the corner he held, a snarl returning to twist his features. It wasn't right, he should have been the one to kill him. His eyes scanned the paper again, trying to pick through the mass of writing. He would have to sit down later to decipher all of it, but for now it was enough to get him started with a plan. He would find some way to bring him back.. and then.. he would be free to kill him. He would make him suffer for killing his mother.
Silently, he stood and set the paper on the desk before turning back to the mess scattered across the floor, moving to pick the papers up and replace them within the folders they were nearest too. He would have to sort the whole mess out, but that could be done later.
Show me what I want to see//
".. my Kazutaka.. "
"Don't worry Mother.. I'll take care of you."
".. my perfect doll.."
" I will save you Mother, I swear."
".. so beautiful..."
"I won't let you die.."
".. as beautiful as the full frozen moon.."
" Mother.."
".. the best in my collection."
"I love you, so I will not allow death to take you."
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Muraki woke and stared silently up at the ceiling silently for several minutes, before moving to sit up in the hospital bed, one hand lifting to lightly touch the bandages around his forehead and face. He lowered his hand after a moment and stared at the door in silent anger. If the damned nurse hadn't interrupted him..
Shaking his head to get his mind off that line of thought, he slide off the bed and walked over to the closet and opened the door to find his clothes. As he began to carefully dress himself, his mind kept running back to the failed surgery and he shut the closet door with more force than necessary, causing the cabinet to rock slightly. Ignoring it, he opened the door to the room he was in and moved slowly down the hallway not really paying that much attention to where he was going.
Walking through the crowd of patients, doctors and nurses, he kept his head down as he opened up a door in the hallway and continued on through it. Shortly he absently noted that the number of people moving around this part of the building had declined sharply in numbers and as he lifted his head to look around him, he noted the old, decrepit look of the walls and floor. Apparently, he had gone further down into the old hospital than he realized.
A faint hiss caught his attention and he glanced over at a door a couple feet away that stood slightly ajar. Frowning, he moved towards it, one hand out against the wall to steady himself as his remaining eye decided this was a good time to start playing distance tricks on him. Reaching the door, he pushed it open further and looked inside the room, it appeared to have been some type of laboratory once upon a time.
Carefully drawing away from the door, he stepped into the room and searched absently for the reason the door had been left open. His attention caught on the large glass object in the center of the room and he walked towards it, staring into the glass for several minutes before a snarl began to form on his lips.
"Murderer.. it was you who killed her." he said to the one on the other side of the glass. His remaining eye glaring at the ones looking back at him, dark, yet bright in color. His hands clenched at the sight of them and he almost struck at the glass between them.
"You had to take the only one who gave a damn about me, didn't you?! Bastard.." It was true, his father had never cared, No.. he had only wanted a carbon copy of himself that he could shape, control and show off. But he hadn't been anything like him, he never took after his father or allowed the man to control him and now he was a better man than his father ever had been. The only other one besides his mother who actually cared anything for just him, had left him, moved away to a different city, leaving him behind like
an unwanted toy. Turning his attention back to the other behind the glass he glared at the smirk on the features he watched. "I'll make you pay for this.. I will destroy you.. "
A janitor moved past the door on his way to furnace below, stopping he glanced into the doorway to see the man standing in front of the empty tank and speaking to himself. He shook his head and moved on, it wasn't his business what the crazy doctors did down here, he was only here to keep the furnace going and clean up the trash above.
***
Brothers shall be brothers bane
In the end you kill in vain
***
Muraki picked up several folders filled with old records from the desk in front of him, moving to replace them back in the cabinet he had taken them from. As he moved past the desk, a small stack trembled a little before falling over onto the floor in a flood of white paper and yellow folders. He cast an annoyed look at it and almost ignored the mess for the moment, until his eyes caught on a pair of eyes looking up at him through the papers. Dropping the folders he held, uncaring that they just added to the sea of papers and folders, he almost pounced on the picture, digging it out of the papers and staring at it.
Dark, yet somehow bright eyes looked dully back at him from the photograph and a slight snarl curved his lips as he stared at the picture. His eyes finally left it, searching through the papers that had been around the picture. A name.. he needed a name..
Dropping down to his knees, he shifted through the papers until his eyes caught on one towards the edge of the mess that now covered the floor.. it was still partially covered, but he could see the name, although it took him a couple minutes to decipher the writing he was staring silently at.
.. saki..
He smiled maliciously as he reached to pull the paper towards him. His eyes narrowed sharply however when they fell on the scrawled note on one corner of the paper. '.. Deceased..' His hand tightened on the corner he held, a snarl returning to twist his features. It wasn't right, he should have been the one to kill him. His eyes scanned the paper again, trying to pick through the mass of writing. He would have to sit down later to decipher all of it, but for now it was enough to get him started with a plan. He would find some way to bring him back.. and then.. he would be free to kill him. He would make him suffer for killing his mother.
Silently, he stood and set the paper on the desk before turning back to the mess scattered across the floor, moving to pick the papers up and replace them within the folders they were nearest too. He would have to sort the whole mess out, but that could be done later.