This story is pure fiction I do NOT own anything in Psycho Pass. All that's mine is my OC.
12 Years Old
Her small hands placed the pencil down on her desk, and took a moment to look down at her work. 'It was too easy again.' She blankly thought before finally closing her book, and pushing it aside. Immediately she jumped out of her seat and began making her way to the kitchen.
On a normal circumstance she would have tidied her work area more, but today the nanny was out sick again, so Naoko had to go and prepare an afternoon snack for her 'Onii-san'. She didn't mind it, not in the least. In fact, she was thrilled for yet another day to have her precious 'Onii-san' smile up at her and tell her how good her food is. Just the thought of it made those familiar butterflies bloom in her stomach.
She was on the first floor in a mere matter of moments, and as soon as she was she made a clear turn toward the familiar kitc-
"Honestly, it's just that that makes you such a nuisance."
Naoko made an immediate stop in her tracks. In an instant she knew who the voice belonged to. Her mother. She heard it coming from the dining room. And,
"It's that very attitude of yours that scares away all the men I try and bring home."
she knew exactly who she was talking to.
Her feet guided her without any real realization. She was standing at the doorway to the dining room before she knew it.
She saw her mother standing over Shogo as he was only trying to read. Naoko knew this scene well. She's seen it more times than she could handle.
Naoko hated this woman. She hated her more than she could hate anyone else. This woman with platinum blonde hair and cold blue eyes. She was beautiful yes, but all Naoko saw when she looked at her was a horrible monster that was cursed on her precious 'Onii-san' for reasons she could not understand. She had to be a monster. She just had to be. Because what kind of mother constantly goes to her own child when their only innocently trying to live how much of a 'burden' they are.
Naoko knew all the words her mother would use on Naoko. 'Disgrace'. 'Creepy'. 'Filth'. 'Weird'. 'Freak'. And words that Naoko found to foul to speak to anyone, one's own child none the less.
"Why did I ever even bother giving birth to you? Your presence alone is enough to scare off everyone around you. Hell, I'd pack your shit up myself and sent you straight to the gutter if it wasn't for the fact that your father's money all goes to the first born. Damn bastard was stupid enough to let his bitch of a mother write his will for him. If that woman had seen what kind of waste you are to the family, even she would have been smart enough to know that money is better off being spent on those fucking leaching orphans."
Naoko hated her. She hated her so much. On numerous occasions had she just dreamt of splattering her blood everywhere. To finally rid her out of Shogo's life. But, she couldn't. She believed that she absolutely couldn't.
Shogo never told her to do anything to their mother. In fact, he once strictly told her to just stay away from her, and to not upset her.
So, Naoko begrudgingly just stood where she was, and watched the scene before her with a heavy heart. Watching as her beloved 'Onii-san's' face crumbled little by little at each bitter comment that monster bestowed upon him.
"Tsk! Why do I even waste my time with you?"
'Why do you?' Naoko thought bitterly. 'What has Onii-san ever done to you? Why can't you just die like father did?'
"I have a date tonight, so don't fucking ruin the house. I still haven't forgotten about how you and your damn sister ruined the fucking rug in the third story living room."
Naoko saw the way Shogo slightly twitched at the statement, but their mother failed to notice due to her being too busy disposing of her dead cigar.
Guilt swept over her. It was because of her that they had to burn the rug. She foolishly thought that Shogo's twitch was out of hidden loathing over what she had done. Over having to hear their mother blame it on him over and over for the past eight years. When in actuality. The woman would blame Shogo for and earthquake if she could.
"Why the hell did I have to get stuck with two of the worst fucking kids in the world? You're a walking scarecrow, and your damn sister is fucking robot. Why did you father ever bother taking in the stupid brat? She was better of with the damn cleaning lady. At least then she'd learn something useful like cleaning a fucking window instead of just following you around like some fucking lost puppy."
The more the bitter middle aged woman threw insults at Naoko the more Shogo began to slightly tremble. And, of course, Naoko only thought it was out of more spite. It was never the way their mother insulted her that broke Naoko's heart. It was simply the fear that every time she did, her 'Onii-san', the person that she treasured most in the world, silently agreed to it all.
Soon, but not soon enough, her mother finally left the room-seeming to not even notice Naoko standing at the doorway.
...It was silent for a long time as Naoko stood at the doorway, and Shogo stared blankly at the pages of his book not truly reading the printed words anymore.
...She hated it. She hated it more than anything else. Even more than her poor excuse of a mother. She hated these horrible moments when she was useless. She hated these moments when all she could do was stand and watch as the person she treasures most, the person that she loves with all her being, was slowly broken more and more. She wanted desperately to do something. ANYTHING! But she merely stood where she was told because she only feared in shattering what was left of him by not following his directions exactly… She just wanted to tell him over and over again how she didn't think he was a waste on this world. How happy she is that she had met him. How she wanted nothing more than for him to be happy. How no one in the world could compare to him. And that she loved no one else more than she did him. But she didn't. Because she doesn't understand how the heart works. She was afraid of doing something wrong.
There are very few things Naoko is scared of, but the thing that terrified her most was making one wrong move and making his very being fall apart. It was this reason alone that kept her from giving him the comfort that she wanted desperately to bestow upon him. That she believed belonged to him more than anyone else.
'...Even if the whole world foolishly hates you…' She thought sorrowly-feeling the strings of her heart being torn apart. '...I will still stand by your side...Onii-san...Because...at least I… At least I'm not blind like the rest of the world! At least I can see just how precious of a gift you are to this world!...At least I can love you, Onii-san…'
...She turned to walk to the kitchen. At least then she could be useful to him by making him a proper treat. She wants to make his favorite. Tomato Custard.
"Nao." She stopped in her tracks, and did not hesitate to turn around and face him. He gave her a big smile that she could see the aching pain through, and her gestured her to to come to him.
She took as quickly of strides as she could force herself to take, and was at his side in a moments notice. "Yes, Onii-san." 'What is it? What can I do? Can you really find use for me?' She desperately thought as her expression remained blank.
She was taken off guard as she felt a sudden warmth engulf her. Her eyes twitched wide in a split second at the sudden rush, but both failed to notice. She blinked a few times in the warmth until she could finally register with her numb mind that this was a hug.
Shogo has hugged her on many occasions, but usually it was a quick little pat on the back and a nice smile. This time was a bit different. Simply by the feel of it. It almost seemed more...desperate. He hung on tightly to her small frame, and buried her deeply onto his chest. She felt his face buried into her carefully kept curls, and the slight tremble in his body.
She breathed in the scent of the shivering sixteen year old, and felt resentment for not being able to hold him back. But she became at peace as she felt his shakiness began to decrease after some time.
They remained like that for a long time, and she absorbed it all happily. The closeness, and the feeling of actually having a purpose in his life…
Sadly, he finally released her. He pulled her back, and looked at her square in the eyes with another one of his heart throbbing smiles. "I'm sorry, did I scare you, Nao?"
"No." 'How could you have? That was the happiest moment of my life.'
She felt even more of those odd butterflies form in her stomach again as he just continued to stare at her blank eyes. Oh, how she loved the man that stood before her.
"Here, why don't you sit on my lap?"
'His lap?' She questioned quietly. He had never wanted her to sit that closely. But, it did make her happy. "Of course." She took her seat where she was told, and was immediately happy with the feel of it.
It was nothing sexual-something she only learned of recently. It was only comfortable. She could feel his warmth, smell his scent, and all together just feel closer to him. She lightly breathed him in, but kept herself from slouching onto him-without his consent.
He lightly petted her head as he grabbed his thick book and opened it at the bookmarking. He was reading Shakespeare again.
"Would you like me to read to you Nao?"
'More than anything.' "If you wish."
She felt the slight outtake of breath that meant he let out a little laugh. "Ok then,
'For she had eyes and chose me-'"
23 Years Old
When her eyes opened she was disappointed to have been awoken so suddenly from her pleasant turn of a dream until she realized what laid before her. The sleeping form of her precious 'Aniue'. It was a rare occasion that she looked upon his sleeping face-so innocently at peace. She had to stop herself from caressing his face, but it's because he didn't tell her to. It's because she's worried about him.
Sees always admired all of her Aniue's talents, but she secretly loathed the fact that he only took up to three hours of sleep a day. She constantly worried over his heath.
She just stared at his 'perfect' features silently in admiration.
'Aniue'.
The dream played over and over, and she remembered the way he trembled, the way his voice shook, and the way he forced that painful smile...
He's the biggest threat to the country, he's looked to as a god by his disciples-her included-but he's more fragile than any of them could comprehend. And Naoko had a slight clue over this. She knew about how easily shakable he can be on the subject their mother continuously spat at his face. She understood how he felt as though the system were marking his existence as not even there. And she understood that he had a fear of only being dust in the wind.
She understood the tip of the iceberg.
The only thing that kept her from trying to sooth his fear was her own. Her fears of only making it all worse for him because of her lack of knowledge on the human heart. Because she never truly had the chance to learn what it meant to be gentle in their dysfunctional past. But more than that was another fear. The one that slowly grew through the years. The one that evolved with each passing moment that she was frightened of it to be true. The one that she denies with all her might to exists simply due to the fact that she found it disgustingly selfish of her.
The fear that if she fails, she'll only being showing him that she truly isn't of any use to him, and, just like with all his toys, throw her away to rot.
She had to accept it-No she DID accept that she will eventually be thrown away into his little pile of forgotten things. She wasn't afraid to be tossed aside. She wasn't afraid to be gotten rid of. She wasn't afraid of being repla- ...She had no right to be afraid. She knew what the price to be at his side was, and she accepted it a long time ago. Not truly knowing what it meant to be thrown away is no excuse. She was at his side now, and that's all that should matter... That's all that should matter...
She quietly got out of his bed, and began to search around for her clothes. Naoko was unaware that as she slowly dressed herself, her 'partner' began to wake up, and silently watched as she put herself together.
Soon, she left the room, and he remained laying in the dark with eyes glossed with darkness as he stared at the closed door.
A girl afraid to be tossed aside, and a boy afraid that he had never been picked up.
If you were wondering what this story was about. Then there you go.
But this tale has not yet come to an end.