Chapter three:
Shannon and Oyashiro-sama
Kanon tried to push the brown haired girl named Shannon away, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't be freed from her clutches.
He found himself opening his heart to her, just as a natural reaction. It turned out that she was furniture too, created by the owner of the orphanage in which they were living.
"Weren't you created by Kinzo-sama too?" She asked, and Kanon shook his head.
"My...My mother was a witch... and she created me. That's, of course, why she is my mother. However, despite the fact that I am supposed to serve her for all of my life, I do not even know her name or appearance. All I know is that she has hair the same shade as mine.."
It wasn't long before they became inseparable. They thought of each other as their sibling, loved each other like their sibling, and treated each other like their sibling.
However, no matter what, Kanon couldn't bring himself to tell Shannon the truth of what had happened the night his father died. He couldn't tell her for over a year, until he revisited the night once again, in his dreams.
When he had woken up, Shannon had been right there beside him, and had comforted him. She asked him a simple question: why he was repeating that he was innocent. Trembling, crying and vulnerable, Kanon told her everything.
That his father had killed his brother, and that the last thing he and his brother did together was kill their father.
"I'm not only furniture, I'm a demon... I lived in Hinamizawa, so I have the demon's blood flowing through me... and because.. because I killed my father... and because I left Hinamizawa.... Oyashiro-sama has cursed me!" Kanon exclaimed.
"Kanon-kun.. you're not cursed..." Shannon soothed, but her words were shaken off by Kanon.
"But I am! The footsteps that follow me, the person standing over my bed, and the voice saying that they're sorry over and over!! And...the maggots..."
"Maggots?" Shannon whispered. Kanon withdrew from her arms and looked down at his arms.
"I have maggots crawling under my skin... Just looking for a way to escape... I just want them to leave!" Kanon cried, and before Shannon knew it, he was scratching at his wrists as if it was his only hope of survival.
Kanon grabbed a knife and slashed it across his wrists, and Shannon watched in horror. Kanon looked down at his wrists with the look of a madman before collapsing. Shannon screamed for help, and after what seemed like an eternity but was honestly only an instant, help came.
They bandaged Kanon's wrists but had to put restraints on him.
He never truly calmed down, just... held the emotions back. He became the emotionless child once again, but Shannon made a vow to forever watch over him. For, if he was cursed, she would protect him.
But that vow was made to be broken. When they were both six years old, Shannon was chosen to go to Rokkenjima. She was overjoyed to be chosen, and yet, she was terrified about what would happen to her little brother.
For Kanon, the footsteps continued. The voices got louder. And Oyashiro loomed over his bed more often, until he was there every night. His arms were covered in scars from various knives and also from his own nails.
He became an outcast at the orphanage, partially because of his own solitary wishes, and partially because the other children were terrified of him. One of them had also heard of how Hinamizawa used to be known as the `demon's mouth`, and that everyone there had the demon's blood running through their veins.
Kanon knew that. He also knew that he was furniture. Furniture with a demon blood. He was unable to control his powers, and unable to control his insanity. This made him even more secluded, and diminished every single ounce of self respect, dreams, hope and life inside of him.
He was to live, to serve his purpose, and then to die. And if Oyashiro-sama killed him before he could do that, then there was nothing he could do.
Because he was furniture.
This was supposed to be the end, but I might do some more chapters after this...