Hanahaki Basil [REMASTERED]

Four days left (Prolouge)

"BASIL."

"BASIL..."

"WAKE UP, BASIL..."

"THE FLOWERS..."

Basil woke with a jolt. His eyes widened.

The flowers?

Basil seemed confused, wiping blood from his mouth.

He stared at the blood before wiping it off with his shirt.

This has been going in for quite a while.

He got out of bed checking the time on alarm clock by his bed.

4:57.

It only felt like seconds ago when it was 9:30.

He grabbed some clothes, some overalls and a plain black shirt underneath it.

He was going to be gardening today.

He sighed, he slipped on his clothes along with some low-rise socks.

He stepped out the room, looking around.

Polly was passed out on the couch with a empty wine cooler right next to her.

He's noticed Polly has been drinking a bit more.

She's never really been one to drink, so it's quite concerning.

He slides past her, grabbing himself a biscuit and stuffing it into his mouth.

Polly stirs, but she doesn't wake up.

Once Basil finishes his biscuit, he walks over to the bathroom, brushing and flossing his teeth.

He stares at himself in the mirror, he feels so different.

He's a completely different person compared to the person in the mirror.

The person in the mirror has Red eyes.

Darker, more dirty hair with a wilted orange flower in it.

Pale, pale skin with scars spreading across his body.

A black shirt with no vest, it has a few dark red stains.

Brown trouser-shorts and just barely you can see some high-rise black socks.

He knew who this was, and he doesn't want to see them again.

It makes him feel guilty.

Insanely guilty.

He walks away from the mirror, not wanting to see that face.

He grabbed his shoes from beside the door, sliding them on his feet.

His eyes scan the room behind him before he steps outside, closing the door behind him.

It was a chilly day for a summer morning.

He shivered, getting goosebumps as the chilly wind grazed his skin.

He grabbed his watering can, walking over to his flowers and giving them a few seconds of water each.

He watched the wet petal glisten in the morning light, he smiles a bit.

But the water suddenly turns red, turning into a bloody red.

The same blood flows down his mouth, a few petals slipping with it, making him choke and gag.

Hid eyes turn wide as the world suddenly has a red tint.

He can hear that boy's chuckle before it speaks.

"No matter how hard you try to avoid me, Basil. You'll end up face to face with me once again."

Basil shivered.

He hated that one.

The fact it was true wasn't helping.

He stared out the blood he coughed up before the red tint went away and wet petal returned to a normal clear color.

The bloodied flower petals lay on the floor, he looks away from the petals, turning his attention back to the other flowers.

Hearing his voice always upsetted him.

It was so evil, but he can't say a thing.

Because that person is someone he created.

And someone he denied.

Denied and left for an entire two years.

He couldn't imagine how much Haki hated him.

Basil finished up with his flowers, placing the watering can back down by the flowers.

He took a look down at the bloodied petals.

He knew what petals they belonged to.

The petals were Tulip petals.

Sunny's favorite.

He mumbled before walking back inside, Polly had woken up and was making herself a bowl of cereal.

She seemed surprised to see Basil was awake too, even ahead of her.

"Oh... Basil! Good morning."

Basil gave a soft hum, smiling.

He looked back at the couch to see the bottle of wine cooler was gone, seem like she doesn't want him to know she was drinking last night.

He walked back to his room.

Despite it still being very early in the morning, his hallucination made him feel so tired.

He plopped onto his bed, taking off his shoes and sliding his overalls off so he's just in his boxers and his shirt.

He tucks himself into the covers, letting out a satisfied Humm at the warmth.

Hr hugged his hand-pillow tight as if it were his love, cuddling hid face into it and wrapping his legs around it.

He feel asleep after that.

End.