Kessoku Kokoro | A Bocchi the Rock Fanfic

Chapter 46: What is W̷̥͝r̸͔͒o̷̜͆n̵̺̊ğ̶̟ ̸̩̋W̵͇͐ĩ̷̜t̸̜̆h̴̗̊ Him?̵̮͋

Audience: Author-san you're finally back. How was your vaca-

Author: Almost killed myself yesterday

Author: Had crippling depression

Author: I... had a therapy session

Author: I convinced these three to not fucking die.

Author: Anyway, here's a new chapter. Warning: It's incredibly fucked up.

Audience: Wait, what the fu-

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White hair. Red eyes. A smile that can rival the mystery of the moon and skin that shone like the majesty of the sun. A blood red suit jacket and a dress that was nothing but pitch black was her attire. Her dress was so long that it was impossible to tell if she was wearing heels or any kind of footwear at all for the matter.

She sat on a throne. Made up of bark. And eyes. Lots of eyes. Eyes that cried, eyes that were in pain, eyes that were desperate for freedom. But her own eyes were looking straight at Tokumei, who was currently bound to a tree of his own. One that wrapped around his arms and legs. It too had eyes. Eyes of hatred, all looking at him. 

"It's been a while," the white haired woman smiled. 

Tokumei felt... as if there was malice in this woman's words. Which was weird. Every action that her body takes feels as if it was normal. Almost as if she was greeting an old friend of hers. Which was weird. Did he meet this woman before?

"Do... Do I know you?" Tokumei looked around, trying to remember what happened to him. He was... he finished changing. He and the rest of the band were preparing for their performance... And then...

Fog.

Nothing but fog in his brain. He can't remember a damn thing. Why? He tries to concentrate. He tries really hard to. But nothing. Nothing comes to mind. Just like Nijika...

"All you need to know is... I'm just here to test you. My name is Shigure Hana and I'll be your and your band's worst nightmare for the... next two chapters or so."

"What?"

"Now let's get started shall we?"

Hana snapped her fingers. And the world went white. Leaving just him and her. 

"How are you... doing that?"

"Quiet."

Tokumei saw the eyes on her chair stare at him. All of them glare at him with a burning piercing hatred and disgust. If anything, that's a lot more bearable than the glare Hana was giving him. She stood from her chair, walking towards him in the white empty void. Her footsteps echoing in the silence.

She traces his jawline with her fingertips and then with her other hand, grabs him by the hair forcefully, "I'm the one. Asking questions here. Now. Be a good little boy. And answer them as best as you can. There's always a wrong answer."

"What happens if I answer wrong then?"

"I'll see to it that you see your mistakes. First, let's start with your bir-Oh I'm just kidding. I'm not going to go through your entire life and point out every... Single. Mistake. As much as I would love to do that. And believe me, you stinking rat piss of a human being. I would LOVE that. I'd rather go through where it hurts."

She lets go of his hair and lets her hands feel through his shirt. Up until her hands reach his chest. "And that, is your heart. Wanna know what I'm going to do?"