Misanthrope
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! GX series.
Summary:
Being human is overrated. Being the monster, on the other hand…
Misanthrope, not by choice, but by birth.
Destined to be shunned and othered – the vile creature slinking in and out of view on the periphery of society. Whose unwanted presence was always there, in society's peripheral vision, a flashing reminder of a predetermined threat that'd come to light.
Death from above.
Destruction from the stars.
The end. The slow walk toward no world at all.
The sky breathing fire across the ocean.
Saiou Takuma had different words in response to their uncaring fear. He and his sister Mizuchi were…misunderstood. Mislabelled. Mischarged. They hadn't asked for these abilities. To see beyond the human scope to the horror that awaited. What awaited the elder brother, specifically. A grim future from which there were no departures off the single road.
The dark would've been a reassuring route (he thought), had his path not been lit and set from the beginning. He was jealous of those with no foresight. They didn't have to see. They could shut their eyes. The future flayed before him and lying flayed before him…This wriggling, haunting thing peeled down to its throbbing pink-red musculature. So gruesome and so alien, he couldn't tear his eyes away!
He was a part of the charred shell the Earth would leave – reflected in it – shuddering around independently like an eyeball in a socket. Capable of staring, but incapable of doing. Once human yet now unrecognizable. Not a shadow of what once was, but a shedding of light on what was within.
Metal spikes are getting thrust into his skull, or a spiky cyst is growing out of it.
Miserable.
Misrepresented.
Mis…katonic?
Miskatonic. He doesn't know this word. Where did it come from? Where had he learned it? Was it an aberration of his fortune telling? Some reanimation of a violent nightmare?
Where can you run in your own body?
Maybe if he ran behind the friend he didn't deserve to call friend.
That lasted. For a turn.
"Yes, my other self. You expected Edo, but it was me, Saiou!"