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koutarou kurashiki

Let my art be the sound of my soul / Let it reminisce of the good times / Let it scribble the lines of the bad times / Let it bloom with excitement / Let my art be a representation of me / Just let it be me 

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This is Takao at Lemon Leaf at [street #, Apprassage]. I apologize for not being able to take your call at the moment, but leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I'm able to.

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[ He tightens the hug a little bit, wanting to keep Fai safe from whatever is going on. But it’s impossible for him to actually do anything if he doesn’t know what it is. ]

It’s alright, you know I never mind.

[ He gently rubs a thumb against his back. ]

What’s happened?

[ Who does he need to beat up? No, seriously, he hates fighting but Fai is one of the people he would fight for.

But telling him must be Fai’s decision, at the pace he wants to tell him, and what he can do right now is to simply be there for him. ]

[flowrite]

[For a long moment Fai just buries his face against Koutarou's shoulder, enjoying the warmth and the safety of the hug. It doesn't change the horrible things he keeps remembering, but it's at least enough stability and comfort to slow the tears, so he'll have an easier time of trying to explain.

And he marvels, not for the first time, at how lucky he is to have such a good friend. How he hasn't managed to push Koutarou away like so many others.]

It's one of those hallucino-memories. I've had some bad ones already, but this one....

[He shivers against his friend and pauses before trying to continue explaining.]

It was about my brother.

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[ The hallucinomemories... He knows they can be tough, and that a lot of people have those much worse than his. He had hoped those dear to him wouldn’t have to deal with that type, though.

There’s nothing to physically do about them, they don’t know the reason why they have them and they can’t do anything to stop them. But when painful ones appears, then they can at least be supportive of each other. ]

He was in it?

[ His brother was in his hallucinomemory. That was...unusual, he thinks. People could have other people from here in them, or they could share names with other people or their memories, he knows both from experience, but..... ]

[flowrite]

[Fai nods against Koutarou's shoulder.]

Sort of. He was... he was still dead. But when he died I stole his name. He was the real Fai, not me. I stole this name. My real name was Yuui. Is Yuui?

[He lifts his head, eyes red, and sniffles.]

I don't even know. I've been thinking about it so much, I'm so confused. Am I Fai? Am I Yuui?

[Sorry Koutarou, he's a bit of a mess right now.]

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[ He frowns, and rubs Fai’s back quietly. That’s a heavy memory. What’s the meaning of them? Why is this happening and why is it messing things up for Fai? ]

I think you’re Fai. I don’t know about this, other life or what it is that’s going on, but the person right here is Fai. I know that.

[ He has no reason to doubt who he is, he’s known him for years and he’s always been Fai. ]

[flowrite]

[Fai gives him a watery smile, eyes still wet with tears.]

I keep telling myself that. I know who I am. But these memories seem so real, and... I think I'm Yuui in all of them. But if I'm not him....

[He drops his head again, this time to rest on Koutarou's shoulder.]

In most of these memories he seems so... lonely. Lonely and afraid.