Kalopsia (Sequel to Monachopsis)

5 - He is in my eyes

'Deku' repeats himself, only growing more distressed.

 "How did you know?!" 

Both his hands grip Katsuki's own tightly, as if to stop him from running away. Katsuki almost thought about it, eyes locked on the way the fakes skin parts and peels. There is no blood, no gore, just darkness. It seems to whisper to him, a thousand voices pleading with him. 

He tears his eyes away to look at 'Deku's' watery eyes. 

"I-I'm every part of him! There-" 

his voice creaks and more tears roll down his face. 

"There isn't one thing that could have given me away!" 

'Deku' is only getting worse, one half of his face coming apart, pitch black. 

- - 

 It was just wandering around in a dazed void, unable to feel, to see, to take stock of its surroundings. That was its life, for as long as it could remember. The trees, the cities, the outskirts of towns, they were all the same. He didn't see and could not be seen. 

But that boy was different. He was walking through another pointless, insignificant city, when he came across a strange sight. A dying boy. From what he could gather at the moment, the boy seemed to have jumped from the building. 

The boy crying in front of him must have been close friends with the other, or else he wouldn't be radiating so many feelings. This in of itself wouldn't have been important to it, if it weren't for the fact that it could hear the boys' thoughts.

 If that wasn't enough, it was filled with a sudden need to go over to him, to examine. So, he did, despite it being agonizingly slow. He never thought that he would feel... Annoyance... at how slow he moved. He never did before seeing this boy. It looms over him, unable to see his face.

 The way he had fallen had at least gave the other boy some sort of mercy. It doubts humans would like to see the dead eyes of a loved one. But that doesn't stop it from being able to communicate.

 The boys' thoughts come into his mind almost perfectly, something that has never happened before. 

'Why are you crying kacchan...? I thought you didn't care... If you did, why didn't you tell me...?'

 The boy sounds lost, and from what it can gather, the boy crying right now must be kacchan. It stares at the boy, before answering.

 'Are you dying.' 

He has never heard his own voice before, and it sparks a small feeling of satisfaction. 

 'What?' 

'Are you dying.' 

'I-I think so... Who are you?' 

'I don't know who I am. Or if I am even a who.' 

Silence follows. This is the most conversation it has had since... Well, it doesn't think it's ever talked before. It's sure if it did it would have remembered this incredible feeling.

 'Are you going to take my body?'