Do not tie someone up unless you're fully prepared for retribution in the future. These bonds are tight, cutting into the wrists with how rough the rope was. The many strands scritch and scratch as wrists move in discomfort. Skin feels rubbed raw, and while Hinata's bandaged hand is numb, everything else feels trickles of pain. It's difficult not to move and cry.
("This is your fault.") Hinata venomously tells. ("We were just having a party. Something to get our minds off the fact we're in a fucked up situation.") He hasn't stopped spitting harsh words of contempt ever since we've been tied up and left in the main room. Hinata is relentless, and his guilt is nonexistent due to the situation he'll have to deal with later.
Do not shiver and give away weakness...Teeth grit instead.
("And then you...You made me a murder suspect!") How strange is it, to be able to feel his brewed rage through his words? It's almost as if he's in my face, screaming, tearing up a storm. ("No one is going to trust me ever again.") He repeats the last sentence to himself, growing quieter. ("How...Did this even happen? I was supposed to be at Hope's Peak, not this. Never this.") Hinata falls silent.
And that was enough for breathing to pick up and simply loathe.
"Excuse me?" Rasping, lifting a heavy head isn't difficult as letting it fall back to the carpet floor. Pain radiates but the fire running through foreign veins blocks out every bit of added misery. "Do you want to take this inside?" Thinking is too much work when the mind is in scrambles. Hinata has been relentlessly beating at my mental state without remorse. Why should I sit and take it? "If you're too foolish to recognize the better outcome, then I pity you. You thought you had trust?"
What a joke. What a lie.
"Your classmates never trusted you from the start. Worse, they suspected you were the outlier due to your lack of knowledge on your talent." None of this is helping. Our words of hurt are aimed only to maul, only to harm. Even now, I could feel the tendrils of chaos resulting from the true host's stress.
("I bet you actually don't know a thing about my talent.") Hinata whispers, voice heavy. ("And this was...Your ploy all this time.")
How bold of him. And what a compliment.
"I did not lie." Memories serve right. No matter how clouded and distant they seem. Hinata and his 'Talent'; Kamukura Izuru and his role; the entire 'field trip.' There were many bullet points residing in my consciousness. All used for the advantage and survival, knowledge has always, and always will be, important.
("Yeah? Well, I don't believe you.") Hinata spits and falls silent as a short laugh echoes throughout the darkroom.
"Pupupu…"
There's a black and white bear strolling up to this restrained male body. He giggles, peering down at squinted emeralds with a glowing red. Each step is chilly, vibrating through the floorboards and thumping against the skin.
("What's...What's he doing here?") Hinata questions warily as if allies were better than arguing under an enemy's mercy. He isn't wrong. ("No one died. Unless…?")
For both our sakes, silence is the best answer.
"You made quite the show!"Monokuma compliments despite the lack of expressive reaction. Paws clap vigorously in a dramatic shamble. "I'd be very impressed...If you were actually Hinata Hajime." He giggles as human fingers twitch. "How's the body? Treating you right?" He leans close, deathly still. "You know. I'm almost jealous. A jelly bear doesn't play nice, you know." Monokuma continues. "How should I do this…" He trails off, and thoughts of a hammer come to mind.
An execution? Did someone die after all? Wait, none of that makes sense. And yet the bear is taking out a familiar weapon. It's large and menacing, gleaming in metal. Danger, danger, quick and dangerous. It had nearly crushed my existence not too long ago. A soul-crushing weapon in an all-too stable 'reality'.
Dying here will be permanent.
I don't want to die. I don't want to die, Wasn't there a special rule? Hinata had been chosen for a reason.
("Neither do I.") Hinata rasps, terrified.
"You can't hurt him." A voice cuts in, firm and soft.
Despite having a trembling form, I strain the neck to peer over and catch sight of Chiaki by the doorway.
Ahh, Movement is impossible regardless of the sheer wave of confusion and relief by her appearance. Chiaki's fists are gripped in resolve. She's unwavering, hoodie pulled up and staring ahead. It's hard to think about her interference. Chiaki isn't known to directly intervene, has she?
A heroine has appeared.
("Nanami…") Now's not the time to be sentimental, Hinata.
"Hellooo, Nanami." Monokuma drawls. "Of course I won't be harming one of my dearest students! That would be cruel! I'm a fair and great teacher, don't you know?!" The hammer tilts, and a realistic, living heartbeat races. "I'm just here to correct something! Help a dear student out." Monokuma tilts his head. "It's a teacher's job to aid their students, yeah?" He questions, as words ring true on several accounts.
"Help?" Chiaki repeats importance, sharp. She points accusingly but doesn't take a step forward. "You're scaring him."
Very true. Hinata is also terrified of whatever was going to happen.
"Hmm?" Monokuma casually observes, nudging this body's side with a paw. The touch creates a shiver. "I guess so. It's for his own good." The bear wags a paw-finger. "After all, Hinata is very very sick, woe is me!" Monokuma's red-eye shines despite the lack of light. "And as stated, if you were listening, Gamer Girl, I have to correct it!" The bear trembles. "Before it's too late!"
("I'm not sick!") Hinata blurts, and I could feel his panic beginning to seep deeper and deeper into my consciousness.
Hinata, calm down… I attempt to cool his reactions, his panic, the fury, and the irrational clicks he was certainly facing.
("Shut up!") He screams back, and my inner core shudders.
"Too late?" Chiaki quips, and Monokuma pauses.
"Oh, that's right. You wouldn't know, would ya? You see, Hinata here has been infected by a very complicated bug…" Monokuma drawls. "And it controls his body like an alien body snatcher! Freaky, right?" He giggles. "I decided to leave it alone, but then the bug purposely started causing trouble! I mean, did you see what Hinata was doing? Trying to slaughter poor little Komaeda!"
Hinata shuts himself up.
Dread pools in the stomach.
"A...Bug?" Chiaki repeats, hesitant. Her gaze flickered over to me. The phrasing and tone create the feeling of crawling worms in a can.
The pit grows deeper, along with Hinata's new quiet.
Oh. I might seriously die here.
Hinata? Another attempt, soft and careful. Hinata, you know he's lying by twisting the facts, correct? A common method. Useful for crowds, less impactful on those who know when to call BS on the obvious enemy. Hinata should know this, right? Monokuma commonly says statements to both confuse and create conflict. As someone who's been in contact with him like the rest of the students, Hinata isn't that stupid, yes?
No answer, and yet I could feel his presence.
Haha.
It was a mistake to hide Hinata from the truth, if only for a moment.
What kind of Truth was I? A liar, but a worse planner?
"I can fix him." Monokuma continues, smooth. "You knoooow I can't hurt my dear students! I would never!" There's a hint of reasoning in his words.
"It's against the rules," Chiaki murmurs, catching the truth.
"That too! This expelling process is a bit difficult to use without pain! Still, I can if granted permission. Does Hinata want to be cured? Or does he not?" Monokuma poses, dramatic. "Unless he has some possession fetish, I'm sure he doesn't want to attempt murder again by someone else's will!" Monokuma chuckles with paws on his stomach.
("Switch.") Hinata bites out.
A frosty chill tickles bones. Hinata, wait- No, no, I don't want to die this way. Not even dragons could survive secret weapons by the cheating caster.
("Truth. You better switch or so help me.") His voice had gone flat, blank, and outright frosty.
Refusing is the best course of action option. I don't choose it. Instead, relenting is performed, allowing control to slip as Hinata forcefully throws himself back to the front. Fading to the dark isn't the best experience on a terrified stomach. Closing the eyes is the only barrier I provide myself, retreating back into Hinata's mind with a shiver.
Fear.
Fear. Fear. Fear.
Children can smell trouble as soon as they walk into the room. Curry, a wonderful smell drifting to young nostrils tells of a familiar little boy. He rushes down the stairs to the kitchen with the ache of hunger. His mother sits at the table, papers in hand. This isn't an uncommon sight, but the child walks into the kitchen regardless. Hunger deters all from their instincts after all.
"Mama? Is dinner ready?" Carrots, a dash of apple, and other yummy treats. He was hungry, and the curry was a good meal.
"Hajime."
"Yes, Mama?" Emerald eyes blink back at the parent at the table.
"Is your homework done?" His mother questions, a daily occurrence.
"Mhm." Always.
"All correct?" She presses, calm, and Hajime wonders if something had happened. The faint smell of fruity apple seemed rotten combined with the burning smell of curry.
"...Yes?"
"Then why sweetie," His mother smiles, sweet. "Did you get a low grade on your latest exam?" She drops the paper, a sheet sliding onto the table with multiple littering marks. The dates were recent, just last week and the like.
Hajime sputters. He remembers taking that exam.
"Is it the games?" His Mama questions quietly.
"No." Hajime shakes his head vigorously.
"Your friends?" Her disappointment is shining.
"No!" He's forced to look away.
"Your father being away so often?"
Curry wouldn't fix up the odd feeling in his stomach. He tried not to cover his mouth but did so anyway. Shoulders rising, Hajime locked eyes with his mother.
"No, Mama!" Hajime squeaks, sniffling. "I only need you, Mama!"
"Then why?!" His mother screeches. "At your age, I was scoring nothing but 100's! What's wrong Hajime?" Either she doesn't notice he's frozen stiff or ignores him completely. "Do I have to rid yourself of distractions? You can't keep up with everyone else if this continues!" Her hand slams onto the table in a rough thud.
"I'll do better!" The boy jumps.
"You have to, Hajime. Or? Or what's going to happen?" Her voice had lowered, quiet.
"I'll become...Become…" The child kept fumbling his words, looking to the table and red marks.
"Invisible, Hajime. No one will ever see you." His mother's stare is burning. "They'll talk through you. Treat you like trash-I love you, Hajime. You're my dear precious child. I cannot allow that to happen to you."
Hajime nods, swift and silent.
"...Do you want dinner, Sweetie?"
"Yes...Yes, Mama." The trouble has passed, and he could breathe.
"Alright. Just this once, but after this, I won't be so lenient. You understand, don't you?" His mother coos, and he's reminded of bedtime stories and cuddles to sleep.
"Yes, Mama."
If I'm going to die, can't I shape-shift into another mythical creature just for the ride?
Perhaps it'll influence wherever I'll end up next. That is if there's any bit of me left.
...Video Games are not proper preparation for figuring out where the soul goes after death. All my knowledge says, is once the soul is gone, you're gone. And any self-persevering person wouldn't want such a gruesome fate. To simply not exist is a terrifying thought. Not to the ghost raiding my past house, not to the spirits haunting cemeteries or even most living people.
Which leaves this poor little black dragon, laying on her back and staring up at a changed sky of orange-sunsets. The scenery had changed again. It's unknown who influenced it, but Izuru must've done something. Ah. Izuru, I can see him in the corner of these silted eyes of mine. Mr Talent is as still as ever.
He's sitting in a garden chair, resting, also observing the colorful sky. The silence should be pleasant. It's not. This quiet needs to be addressed, filled with words.
"Mr Talent, I am going to die." Isn't that the truth, me? Might as well talk aloud since Izuru won't be saying anything. "I screwed up. Hinata despises my existence, Monokuma somehow pulled a fast one, and I'm going to vanish due to poor decisions." And primal misplaced anger. A scaled tail brushes the hard ground, not a trace of grass left to be felt. "I wonder if I pushed too hard to change things?" Everyone had a breaking point. A dam of juice, soda, wine...With a barrier full of cracks.
How does one cope with the stupidity/ignorance of others?
"You've given up," Izuru speaks, his accusation nothing short of blowing on a lit candle.
There's no correct answer to give him. Not when he could easily catch the lies of someone who isn't all 'Truth'.
"How weak." Izuru analyzes. "To come this far, and back out right after." He opens a Vision Window. "Hinata is not generally as feeble-minded as you think." Izuru doesn't quite 'hum', the sound is more of a sigh. "He can still see reason." And with that, Mr Talent falls back into the normal air of eerie quality.
Two seconds longer is all that is allowed to pass before scaled limbs jump into the air and fix themselves back on all fours.
"You're correct," My polite tone seeped with wire provides energy for wings to flex. This dragon body is beautiful in its own right. Chopped scales to match the many little bumps on my human self. Thick and sharp claws represent long nails in a different form. These brown eyes, with violet pupils reflecting the desired colors of a shimmering soul.
"Hinata is human, isn't he?" And with a twitch of the claws, the little myth grew back into the large mythical dragon the scaled creature should be. "See reason," A couple of seconds, "In a few minutes or less." After all, Hinata had the final say, doesn't he? It's time to make it easier.
Get his attention.
Claws deep into the ground, past the blank floor, and into the deep consciousness. This isn't seizing control. This wasn't an aim to cause harm either. Merely create a presence, demand he listens. Izuru likely did something similar in order to cause headaches. Keep a troublemaker like me, in line. In respect and to protect, I dig without burrowing. I grasp without shredding. Hinata. Hina-Freaking-ta.
Dragon claws felt a jolt. The young man in mention had flinched.
"Hinata, you Talent Seeking Jerk," Seething, I brew words strong enough to reach, crafted to gather. A tail slams down, creating an empty hole of nothing yet a tunnel of everything.
There was no point looking for a window, or opening one. This was enough. Rearing my head back, wings stretched and expanded with the determination of a Big Bang creating a rift. "Hinata!" Jaws snap. "This Ridonkulous Fool plans to wipe us all out of existence!" A dragon's screech is horrendous, digging, burrowing with power. "He aims to leave you an empty husk," And mythical venom was as poisonous as nightmarish drips of unknown monsters.
"To rid of a brewing priority threat before it gets too powerful-You." And honesty goes a long way, doesn't it?
("But...But why me? I don't want to be anyone too special!") Hinata hisses.
"That's a lie, and we both know why." To his hostility, snarling back seems to be the correct answer. He had once again flinched from the severity. "In fact, you're a bit relieved right now. Aren't you?" Press and press, claw and claw. He's not getting away.
("Did you see anything...Truth?") Hinata questions, bladingly curt.
See?
A little boy walking with his mother. A child terrified of his mother when she got angry.
See.
"Perhaps, but such isn't my business to pry, is it?" I mean nothing but the truth and only the truth.
For the majority of his childhood, he has been taught to become special. He had to, or Hinata would be non-existent. To hear the same lesson over and over must've imprinted itself somewhere. The only reason Hinata denies wanting to be special is that he currently does not want a death wish. He wants to live.
And perhaps, that's a good thing.
("Truth,") Hinata breathes heavily. His voice is quieter than boiling curry. ("I'm not taking Monokuma's deal.")
Swiping a claw, I snap a window open to observe. Strange, how strange. His tone was of someone who had decided the minute the offer had been exposed.
...Did Izuru know of this?
The window shows a tilted-up version of Monokuma's face. Hinata was still tied up, it seems as an awaited answer finally spills from human lips.
("Screw off. I don't want you messing with my head.") Hinata had scoffed to the bear with grated hostility. Monokuma doesn't respond, tilting his head. ("Whatever this is, I'll deal with it myself. Just go away already. Nanami is already with me so I don't need more attention than what I already unwillingly got.") Hinata's words are overly bitter and biting, but there's an underlying for the Gamer to stay at least.
("I won't be leaving him alone either. I think...It's best you leave.") Chiaki wisely took the hint with a frown.
What a good acquaintance, or perhaps a friend? Chiaki had always had an interest in Hinata's good health, whether the previous knew it or not.
("...I can't believe this. You'd rather risk yourself killing someone than a chance at destroying the problem from the source?") The monochrome animal groans, a whine teasing the end of his sentence.
("Yeah? I could almost say the same to you.") Hinata spits, hostile. ("Get out of here.")
With a sarcastic grumble, the bear did vanish.
As did the actual danger, the hammer.
To which I throw myself to the white floor space and fall limp. Crisis averted. Humans are difficult. Lucky to still exist, that's what this is.
"I wanna be a Yoshi if I'm reborn." Eat fruit, frolic around with my colorful dinosaur friends...Not bad. I can even hover for a bit, yes? Living the life, indeed. "Yum." I mimic, twisting a scaled neck.
"Be silent." Izuru curtly tells from a distance over, and I blow sapphire flames in complaint.
("K-Komaeda?!") Hinata sputters, and I look back to the window with a tilt of the head.
("Is this a bad time? I heard yelling as I was taking a night walk…") Nagito stood outside the doorway of the main room, eyes alert and hands in his coat pockets.
One could debate he purposely strolls outside at night to await being a victim, but I digress.
("No. Komaeda, why are you really here?") Chiaki questions softly, and I watch her pause. ("Did you come to see Hinata?") With a naturally soft as silk voice, it's hard to dictate if she was suspicious of the Luckster or not.
Nagito laughs lightly, the light genuine laugh echoing throughout the mind-space.
("I did...Is that wrong of me? Even though we have the same wound.") His laugh fades quicker in Hinata's mind-space.
Chiaki fell silent for a couple of seconds before a shimmer entered her exhausted pink hues. ("You two are still friends? After all of that?") Those echoing words are almost hopeful.
Hinata was wisely staying quiet, pressured by a certain dragon's hasty whispers of 'Hold on, something is going on here!'
("Why would Hinata still want to be friends with someone like me?") Nagito shakes his head as if the very thought was out of this world.
("I'd still want to!") Hinata sputters, breaking several expectations at once. ("That is...That is if you still want me.") He begins to mumble, downcast and struggling in his bindings from discomfort. There was no need to explain why. Hinata didn't spit resentment or express further disdain for his situation. Is this some type of acceptance?
Ah, a dragon's mind startled to a halt as did the rest of the conversation partners. Is this the result of the butterfly effect? No, it cannot be. And the fact Hinata is going to eventually figure out Nagito is the one who instigated everything, is going to be an issue.
Still, watching Nagito's frozen expression of surprise from the window is greatly worth the effort.
Perhaps the 'reveal' won't be an issue at all? Not when someone like Hinata had already clung to both the Ultimate Gamer and Luckster. Their friendships were fragile but give the bond time and it'll be harder to break.
How oddly satisfying must this be, to have at least one person still want to be your friend? If only for a little while. Komaeda Nagito, you better be grateful. Even if this lasts a couple of days, or at most a week.
("Then...How about we all play a game? I still have guard duty for a couple of hours.") Chiaki invites, shuffling with feet in the dark. Through the corner window, her expression is impassive as ever, but her hoodie had been pulled overhead. Posture somewhat guarded, she was clearly much more nervous about creating an argument than actual violence.
Nagito recovered as the window demonstrated his slow nod. ("Same to you Hinata. If you'll have me...Then let's play.")
"Mr Talent, Chiaki set up Laser Tag." I'm flabbergasted how the heck she managed to do his in ten minutes? Untie Hinata, set herself and both boys up with target gear. Grab the fake-guns from the market... "Laser tag!" The repeat is still as mythical. "She's quick!" Sleepy people don't move that fast, not at all! Is this the Second Wind of Gamers?
"Talented." Izuru corrects, leaving his chair to walk South. He must be tired. Was he going to sleep again, in that little place? A real special house, one can wonder if Izuru Kamukura decided to go back more than once. Either the bed was pleasant or the past memories were somehow better than his waking ones.
"Taking a nap? See you soon, I suppose." My current dragon-size was much too big to sleep in the corner again. Izuru will be fine by himself for a bit. If not, I'll sense the danger of his bad mood. "I wanna see who wins." Could it be Nagito and his four-leaf clover 'Luck?' Or Gotta Go Gamer Girl, Chiaki?
...Hinata isn't going to be considered a winning candidate.
And so, as footsteps faded, my gaze continued on the three teenagers using the old building as a strong-hold for their game.
As predicted, Chiaki was winning by a landslide, but Nagito was quickly catching up. Hinata was left to eat dust, but at least there was a small grin on his face. As did Chiaki, who was enjoying this moment of fun.
Nagito seemed a bit lost in thought but he was also giving it his all.
The teenagers ran through the dark with a lack of fear. They were enjoying their youth as wanted if only for a night.
Questions will be asked and answers may be averted.
However, this was a break from the thought of traitors and future murders. There are no such things as 'bugs' or talking 'bears.' The "Truth" remains and so does Mr Talent, weaseled away in the tunnels known as Hinata's mindscape. Barren but open to influence, Mr Talent rests with little worry.
A dragon with the color of coal rests from within, watching from an open window into the world.
"Hinata?" Should I be interrupting his free-time? Likely not, as my words create his stumble. He slams into Nagito, who yelps in turn. The window tilts as both boys fall to the ground. Hinata attempts to get up, judging by the rustle of the open space, and the First-Person window turns upwards to view a certain Ultimate Gamer above the entanglement of limbs.
Chiaki peers over them, quiet, before shooting them both with her lasers without further hesitation.
Game Over, as Chiaki claims first place for herself.
The three (mainly Hinata and Chiaki) argue, if she won fair and square, or not. Nagito seems comfortable just watching the interaction. The window shows the other two don't seem to notice. Nagito was the type to fade into the background when he wanted anyway. Quiet, pleasant, hiding in plain sight.
"Hinata, I'm sorry for everything." I just wanted to say to disrupt the previous fine-line of one-sided silence. Although this may not mean much, the thought helps. I've observed and heard this throughout my living years. The keen difference is how I mean it. The stressful situation had been my fault. Apologies. I have and always have been the type of person to own up to personal mistakes.
("I'm sorry for yelling at you.") Hinata replies, far quieter than need be as if he knew of the whispers. The days of wait, watching, and treading on wood quieter than most children during early nights and later nighttimes.
For the rest of the night, until Hinata is 'tied' back up and left alone, I do not respond, dare not reply, as realization filters over.
I had seen Hinata's memories, and he had likely seen mine. The most recent event I can recall is a minor memory of fleeing into the night, reaching home in a flurry of feet and adrenaline. A very minor day in life, proving siblings sometimes just don't care. Too selfish to pick-up a frightened child from late-night Band District try-outs.
{"I'm sorry for yelling at you."} One, two. Music bars read. Pause.
{"I'm sorry for yelling."} Three, four. Next.
{"I'm sorry."} Two, two, three, four…
If there was anyone to notice phobias, there had to be one other being sharp enough to observe those memories.
Izuru, and all of his many talents.
They know. Izuru knows. Hinata knows.
Curling into a ball, there is nothing to say. Snout shut, claws clenched and nose curled. Sometimes, I wonder if words can be kept, hidden, or disperse under the boiling heat, shimmering inferiority. If you don't have something nice to say, do not speak. A precious golden rule constantly broken.
Nothing to say, nothing at all.
Currently, Hinata Hajime is alone.
Izuru Kamukura is alone.
I am alone.
"Hinata, would you like to know a trick? You never heard of it. Someone dear and old taught me how to live." Sincerity bleeds like a split-open fruit. Pulp is exposed, along with the burst cells.
Hinata doesn't respond. I do not expect him to, and yet the teenager doesn't fall asleep. I could see the window tilt and occasionally twist with the discomfort of no pillow. He's unable to rest with this mess of a day. He's listening, however, and such is an indication to continue.
"Close your eyes, and answer some questions for me."
And he does. A favorite color, a place to relax...Simple solid choices about his life.
"Can you see yourself?" I continue on, soft. "See yourself in the future? Away from this school trip?"
No one had died yet. Teruteru and Togami are still alive despite the growing tensions and jaded atmosphere. Nothing would be the same after this day. Word has spread and rumors will arise. Still, there were moments of happiness in the past. The party despite how it got ruined, the beach scene regardless of how the Game was introduced, and the moments of ambition.
("I can, actually.") Hinata murmurs. ("I see...My classmates and I having a picnic.")
That's actually quite a surprise. Due to his conditioning in the early days, I had expected him to see himself as a major leader of the sort.
"Where?" A picnic can be anywhere.
("At the school. On-campus, a picnic with us all.") That's a pleasant scene to imagine.
"What a surprise. You're looking forward to the future. I'm surprised you're not at all muddled. Your other...Friend had a completely different result." My result. One I had previously pondered over. How far gone must someone be in order to receive this?
("Different? What was it?") Hinata's hesitant, but he's curious.
I hum.
"He couldn't see anything." This may be a little bit cruel to admit but Mr Talent has been too honest as well. He had told secrets and I will tell his in exchange.
("What?") Don't attempt to sit up, Hinata. You'll fall.
"He couldn't see anything but the darkness of closed eyes. The void. Nothing. He couldn't see a thing. No matter how hard he thought," A scaled tail flicked. "No matter how many times I phrased the question. An answer could not be provided." Coffee heavily dosed with milk and sugar seems nice.
("How is that possible? Isn't it easy to think of something? I mean...Well...What does Kamukura like? Huh.") Hinata mumbles, his rambling falling to softer thoughts.
"It's possible because Kamukura is empty." And not because of his status. I was the same before, after all. "He does not value himself or others, and sees no point in living." Ah, is that panic I feel from Hinata? Or pity, I cannot tell how distant I keep myself from Hinata's true feelings. "Every day is the same, and perhaps everything grows duller each night." Neverending, a different kind of loop.
There's no response but he's thinking. Hinata is thinking. It feels enough. I decide to leave him be, observing the mind-scape sky.
"I wonder where we'll all be after all of this is over."
Sleeping?
Awake?
Or forever gone?
A/N: Hello and thank you for reading. For anyone who got confused, the basis is that Truth and Hinata ended up sharing memories due to their currently shared brain. It's not a soul-fusion, but for both souls to be so close, a mishap was bound to happen. At least it was nothing deadly.
Thank you for sticking around. Reviews are nice.