For a couple of worlds now he had remarked, he came when the villain didn’t yet turn into villain, so it was relatively easy. It was the same now too. Satori for now, killed no one. It could have been worse, he could have occupied the body when the person was already sentenced to jail or more. It wouldn’t have been the first time too. Some couple worlds back, he came right when the person was being guillotine. He was only there to feel the pain, nothing more. Other times he came when the person was given the capital sentence, death by electric chair or injection. Worlds were he was given some jail time in comparison were bliss and if he could do something to actually derive away from that fate it was even better.
Since Satori was already in the city, it meant that his mother was already in the hospital.
The reason why this person persistently returned to his mother’s side even though the woman didn’t want him was because she was the only one to look at him in the eye and after her, it had been Midori. When he showed Midori his real face, she didn’t have a repulsive or digust expression but instead touched his face delicately, telling him that he had magnificent eyes. Even if at the beginning, he had been given to her to show around and help as duty because the teacher said so, after she genuinely wanted to befriend this person. Seeing past his frightening appearance, she was indeed worthy of being called the protagonist of the world.
She recognized the beauty of his paintings, his kindness and all his god points. In consequence, he opened his long frozen and pretty much inexistent beating heart to her. A pity his sincere feelings hadn’t been returned. The most regrettable thing was that, in the end, she hadn’t even acknowledged them; just telling him that he was confusing friendship and love because he had so little friends, urging him for that to befriend others.
Satori sighed a little and washed his face, before exiting the toilets, deciding what exactly his next actions were going to be.
The body he was in had yet to kill someone so there was no redeeming to do. Now, it would be good, if there were some things that could be done for this body to be a bit happy. Making his mother acknowledge the fact that she was indeed his mother seemed to be a good thing to put on that list.
After all, it seemed that what the previous owner wanted in the end, wasn’t for someone to fall in love with him but for someone to actually accept his feelings, acknowledged them. He didn’t need them to be returned. He had loved his mother but she was unwilling to even called heself his mother, he had loved Midori but she was unwilling to even called what he felt love. Concerning that Midori too, as far as he could have her stop saying he was confusing friendship with love then his heartache wouldn’t push him to do unreasonable thing and it could be good too. A clean and truthful rejection sounded better than her denying his feelings altogether.
In account of things to do, to have his paintings published seemed excellent too.
His shoes clacking on the floor he kept browsing through the memories, wondering if there were other things that could make him, Satory, happy. After all, now, he was Aobara Satori!
The soul within this body had long forgotten its own name, but each time, he would take the body owner’s identity perfectly to the point where their characters would be his as well. Very little would stay in his mind after he left the world and it seemed with each passing world he was forgetting more of himself than he should. However, he had long decided that it didn’t matter. To keep his own sanity, he fusioned perfectly with the body he was in, their pain was his too, their joy was his, their anger, their faults and even their actions, past and present. He shared everything. That was why their redemption was his too and well as their joy.
Still thinking, he wondered if he should find someone to love? It was the sole thing he wasn’t good at, playing with people’s feelings. It was the only sensation that couldn’t quite be synchronized with his and let him remembered that in the end, he was but an unknown soul in another’s body. If there were missions related to true love, he was, most of the time, ready to forfeit and didn’t mind the punishment which followed.
The punishment he received was like his soul being crushed then burned then cut in pieces and healed, only for the torture to restart. The time it lasted and the pain was proportional to the importance of the tasked he failed to accomplished. And when the task was really important, the punishment was even more crueler.
That didn’t mean that he never loved anyone. It was just that, his love was his own personal affair and if the one he fell in love with happened to coincide with one of the ends to make the villain happy, then it was just that, a coincidence. Since he himself wasn’t sure about his gender, he wasn’t really tied about his partner gender either. He had loved men and women alike in the body of men and women alike.
This Satori, in his life, he had loved only two persons, one was his mother, the other, the protagonist. He was rejected by both, unable to have a maternal love nor a romantic one. Maybe after having a clean rejection from the protagonist it wasn’t necessary to do anything more in view of feelings.
On his final mental list, the new Satori had dressed those four points to attained happiness.
* His mother’s recognition
* His love being ackoledge by the protagonist –aiming for a clear rejection
* His painting been renowned
* Suing the hospital in which he was
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