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It was simple curiosity that drew Kamiki Hikaru to the set where his son would perform. Hoshino Aquamarine, she had named him. A kira-kira name was just like her with her foolish ideals, love wasn’t meant for people like them he thought internally. He remembered the country girl who had matured into an idol that stole both Japan’s heart and earlier his own heart during their time at the Lala Lie theatrical company. He wondered who she left to keep an eye on their son and daughter while B-Komachi was on tour, today was Kyoto if he remembered correctly. He glanced at his phone to remind himself of the movie’s information that he had looked up on whim earlier that week. A small-scale production by Gotanda Taishi, a relatively skilled director who mostly worked with smaller budget works, only occasionally directing high profile films. As he scrolled through the directors works, he noted that every major production had been a great box office success.
“At least she chose some skilled.” He murmured under his breath.
He wanted to leave; he didn’t want anything to do with that liar who had come resemble his abuser. A liar like him, Hoshino Ai might be, but more than that she was a star like Himekawa Airi. The time they spent together was priceless but after that night together every interaction had been poisoned, even that blessed affection that warmed his chest died miserably. As they laid together his heart shriveled with every touch reminding him of the memories he tried to bury. His heart screamed at him to hurt her like her touch hurt him, to kill anyone that resembled the monster who had dyed him in her colours. He shook his head he didn’t want to remember that woman, remember her black hair, remember THOSE EYES.
In. Out.
In. Out.
In. Out.
IN. OUT.
IN. OUT.
He gathered himself once more, his panicked breathing evening out. He was light headed, the world was too bright for him. He couldn’t feel his limbs, he felt like he was floating, was he still alive? He couldn’t feel it, the sensations were too much. He tried to focus on the production, looking at the actors playing out the scene. He noticed his son, little Aqua’s performance was flawed but excellent for a child and in bits and moments Hikaru could see fragments of his own brand of acting. Many said that a single action of his could sink others into a fantasy. His son had the same potential it seems, but he was too stiff and lacked the expressiveness needed to sell the mask he had put on. It seems that looking at what could only be miniature version of himself brought forth long lost feelings of reminiscence and nostalgia.
He sighed and took a quick glance at the other actors before focusing on the wavy and curly blonde hair his son had inherited from him but something felt off, his mind was ringing that something was wrong. He glanced around and took in the scenery, some sinking feeling haunting his chest. His tried to recall when the feeling began but all that he could think of was his child.
“What is this? I don’t care for the product of that night but why am I afraid?” His whispered, feeling as if he was only 11 years old once more. The area that was just vibrant now felt ominous, and every glance in his direction felt like her hungry eyes. As he looked around before honing in on someone, the anxious feeling quieted before a cacophony rang in his head. It was an actress only slightly older than his 19 years of age, she was relatively beautiful with dark brown hair and eyes, the heroine of the movie if her recalled correctly. But that’s not what grabbed his attention, it was her eyes, eyes that held the same hunger as Himekawa Airi.
“No, she’s dead. I made sure of that.” He seethed, remembering how his scheme finally succeeded. How his whispers into Uehara Seijuurou had finally bore fruit when the man killed his monster of a wife and then himself. Hikaru calmed down knowing that he wasn’t vulnerable anymore, confidant in his ability to killed this new monster before she could do anything meaningful. He smirked; his eyes bleeding malice as he met her stare.
“Where is she looking?” He quirked his eyebrow, realising that those eyes weren’t for him.
He traced the hungry gaze to something that turned his blood to ice. His child, his 4-year-old son, she was staring at his 4-year-old son and panic gripped his being once more. He felt like he drowning as the eyes from so long ago gazed at a young blond child once more. The past was being recreated before his eyes, only it was even more horrific this time. His dead heart raced with fear. Her eyes brought back memories of deep black hair that robbed the light, eyes that felt like too large hands roaming his too young body staining him in their disgusting colours. Eyes like Himekawa Airi’s, eyes that were laser pointed at his son and in an instant, he could feel the weight of his life as the horrors of the past recreated themself in front of him. But his mind and heart screamed not again, and for the first time in years he felt deep love, the desire to protect, the desire to reject the past that would be recreated once more.
“Cut, that’s all for now!” The Director called out as his son stepped underneath the shade of a big tree, hiding himself from the cloying summer heat. She stepped forth with a water bottle in hand as an excuse, her every step perfectly in tune with the pounding of his heart, beating his chest like a vicious beast trying to tear it way out of its container.
‘Now is the time’ his mind whispered, ‘before it’s too late.’ His mind went blank as blood roared in his ears, his feet carrying him to the side of his child before he knew what he was doing. His eyes shined like stars, and abyss of malevolence found within as they glared at the monster who was trying to stalk his son.
“Hello, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” The devil in human skin said, her smile straining the bounds of her skin suit.
“Yes, I just thought that I would see if the little once was alright, you know.” He laughed, hiding every cruel intent behind an easy smile.
“Oh! that’s a relief, I was getting a bit worried too.” She giggled back but he could see the frustration churning in her rapidly darkening eyes.
“You don’t need too, right little buddy?” He smiled down at his son, his eyes screaming for his mini-me to agree.
“…Yes. You don’t need to worry Ito-san.” Aqua responded after a short bit of hesitation, his too mature eyes swirling with questions.
“…Alright. But if you need anything just look for Onee-chan.” The fiend, Ito-san apparently, grinned. “You won’t need to worry, Onee-chan will take care of everything for you.” She whispered; her tongue dyed with disgusting innuendo.
“Well, let’s go and see if your mom’s ready to pick you up Aqua!” Hikaru declared triumphantly, as he led the young child away. Only stopping when they were on the other side of the set. He glanced back to see the demon preoccupied with some of the other actors and he wiped his brow as he calmed down from the stressful situation. Only stopping to look into the deep aquamarine eyes that captured his attention.
“Who are you?” His son, who he wasn’t supposed to meet or interact with, asked.
Fuck.