Warnings: In this chapter: disordered eating / eating disorders, mild swearing.
The song in 046 is the same song as in 006, and is the only time when two drabbles are directly connected with each other. The date and time for the full moon in 049 is from timeandate. com.
And we're back with fandom's favoured four boys again. This will probably be the last instalment, at least for a while. I'd love some feedback on these drabbles –which was your favourite, what you liked about them, any issues with any of them– so please let me know. In particular, I worry that I'm too heavy-handed with what I'm trying to communicate, and that my writing is stilted. Either way, thank you for reading! I hope you've enjoyed what I've written so far.
Centum
046-050
English. It'll be English, Seishirou decides: that's the foreign language he wants to learn. Spoken by so many! So many on the opposite side of the world…
There's plenty of material available for him to use, and he'll be able to communicate with more people. That's the plan. He's quick and disciplined enough to do that on top of all his other responsibilities, all the other things he must learn. He's bright. And he wants to understand the lyrics to that song that resonates in his head, because it makes sense.
Subaru-kun skips too much school to learn English. Pity.
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A visibly ill man sits in the chair opposite and she softens her face deliberately so, to counter his. "Please, Subaru-san." Her hair is red and bouncing and full, and his is falling out. "Please. You know you must eat."
His jaw clenches but there's no other reaction. She wasn't used to this, she had to read extra books just to familiarise herself and this is rarer in men, so she– ah. Hopefully the later sessions will go better than this.
"Please. It's like fuel for a car. Even if you hate it, you must eat to survive." Live.
Shit.
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Feels like a prodigy, feels like a prophecy…
Slowly, silently, the man above watches the teenagers below him: one tall and protective, one short and pretty. The man smiles to himself, because wouldn't it be funny to end the end before it begins? The two boys below him embrace and look close, almost intimate. He wonders why that dreamseer contracted this, thought she'd be on the other side, but no matter. He's a professional, after all.
The boy, though confusingly he doesn't know which one, reminds him of someone from long ago. He knows who, but he's not sure which.
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1999/12/23
"Dear Diary,"
It's a full moon today, the last of the year. Actually, it's already been and gone because it was early in the morning, and it's evening now, but still. A good time for my last "entry", so to speak.
Some say that a full moon is unlucky. Others, that it causes madness.
Kamui still hasn't realised his wish. It's frustrating, but expected.
That girl, the very first one I killed, used to have a diary. No one will ever read it.
Maybe if Kamui did, he'd understand his Wish. He might have even known mine. Who knows?
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"He cute?"
"Mm."
The shorter teen –though not by much– looks at the picture more closely, examining the shirtless model. "He's got a good body, but I dunno about his face."
"Kamui!"
"What? It's wonky, look."
"…You're harsh, Kamui."
Kamui huffs and shoves the magazine towards Subaru. "Go on, then! What d'ya like about him?"
"I'm not, I just, I–" Kamui raises his eyebrow at him, and he concedes, "Well, it's not that I'm not, you know, I just. I don't think it's fair to judge someone like that. I think?"
Kamui pokes Subaru's nose. "So kind," he grins.