MARETU Fanfic

1: COIN LOCKER BABY + UMINAOISHI/REBIRTH + SIU

!! WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CAN CONTAIN TOPICS LIKE:
- (CHILD) DEATH
- MENTIONS OF NEGLECT AND ABUSE
- MENTIONS OF SU1C1D3
- GORE(?)
- TINY BIT OF CURSING
I SUGGEST TO STOP READING IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THESE TOPICS. !!

[ Mother's POV ] [ COIN LOCKER BABY / REBIRTH ]
A child.
A child born from our mistakes.
A child now laying on my bed.
I was relieved that it wasn't squirming nor crying. Although, it was probably bad of me to think that. But I was tired. Too tired.
I hear the door open.
He's home. Finally.
I get up, quickly walking over towards him, in the hallway.
- "You're finally home. What took you so long?" I scoff. He rolls his eyes, which angers me slightly.
- "What's your problem? I'm quite busy at work," he spat.
- "You wouldn't understand because you stay at home," he mumbled. It offended me. Why? I don't know.
I go in the kitchen and make a coffee for him. He went to his room and changed his clothes.
Then when he came in the kitchen, I turn to him and see his somewhat frustrated and dumbfounded look. I didn't ask a thing, he never wanted me to talk about "work".. I place his cup of coffee on the table infront of me, before I also take a seat myself.
We just sat silent. He was sipping his coffee while looking at some papers, while I ate some fruit.
Then the silence broke.
The baby was crying.
He turned his head to look at me, then in the bedroom. He was irritated. So was I.
I go there. What does this thing want?? I think, annoyed. I hold him in my arms. It's hips were quite heavy.. I wasn't in the mood. If I asked him, I knew he wouldn't do it either.
Fuck it.
I say a lullaby to it until it fell asleep. Then I went back in the kitchen. He had a stern expression.
- "That baby is troubling us. We should get rid of that secret.." he said. My eyes widened.
So irresponsible of him! I thought. That was quite hypocritical of me.. I was neglecting the baby, even if I was around it all the time...
I partially agreed with him. This "secret" will be found out soon... We were young and stupid.
I think that we should get rid of it.
We really do.

I went to a train station. As usual, it was packed with people. Atleast they were busy enough not to give me suspicious glares.
The child, I wrapped it inside of a plastic bag to raise less suspicion. Although, the heavy weight of the bag and the reflections slightly gave it away...
I felt guilt. I sang, mumbling under my breath, to the baby..
"You were born a complete failure
and even if you struggle
there's nothing that remains
but a tragic life.
It's better to let your tears dry
and then will you travel on without wavering?
Or be reborn once again?
Then like that you'll be happy
as if you didn't do anything wrong.
...
Probably."
I went to a coin locker. I inserted the needed yen. Then I placed the child in there.
My eyes have gotten wetter. It was an immense feeling of guilt... I ran home.

When I got home, I argued with my husband.
He fooled me. A miserable boy tricking a pure girl playing a lady.
It was all dysfunctional love, feelings yelled over in phone calls, and tainted fake pride.
All of this wasn't right.
Nothing was...

In the morning, I had woken up to extreme guilt. I couldn't help but rush to the coin locker I had put my baby in.
I had hope.
Fake hope.
I finally arrived there. I quickly open the coin locker. I sat down on the cold tiled floor, the plastic bag on my lap. I open it, and take the baby outside.
It was pale.
Cold feet and hands.
Blotched and ugly, like it always was.
A precious feeling I tried to restore, had faded away.
A broken dream.
And my heart has now been injured.
My throat closed up.
I couldn't cry.
I couldn't scream.
All I could feel was the soreness in my throat.
No.
No..
No...
NO.

I got back home. My partner was able to see my devastated expression.
- "What's up?" he said ever so casually.
- "It's dead." I mumble, my voice cracking.
- "We got rid of that secret, atleast," he said.
How.. dare...
You sound so arrogant. You never told me "I love you." to me nor the child.
I stood there, silent. I was dumbfounded. I scoff. Dumbass.

[ Child's pov ] [ SIU / REBIRTH ]

I was dead. A spirit. I was growing up even though I was dead. Humans can't help growing old, like how oil can't help it too, right?
Cowardly adults.
I don't know why I assumed that.
A coin locker? Really?
It's like a trend.
I've met other children like me, that died like this.
I couldn't help but feel pity.
I mean, we all felt pity for eachother.
And we got along.
Love for the worst victims, I guess.

I always had watched over my parents. I always wondered what they were doing. Were they affected? Not so much. My mother was especially more arrogant than ever. Even my father's sudden death didn't affect her.
I had stalked her while she was having guests. She was having such a big mouth. Even though I wasn't alive, she was yelling around, complaining about me like I was there. It was like poverty was spilling out of her mouth. The guests stared at her, concerned.
- "A child? When.. did you have it?" an older woman said.
- "... many years ago," my mother mumbled.
The guests were shocked and disgusted.
The older woman had snapped:
- "I bet you put it in a coin locker, didn't you! How dare you! You just don't think!!"
A slightly younger man had gotten up, patting her back, telling the elder to calm down, calling her "mama".
- "You can't be like your brother - you always made bad decisions!" she yelled.
I guess that woman was my grandma.
My mother was dumbfounded. I could see guilt striking her. I had a miserable smile on my face.
My supposed grandmother had calmed down.
- "Why did you let that child be born?" she softly said.
An older man had spoken up too, almost asking the same question:
- "Why in the world did you let that child be born?"
- "If you killed that child by your own hands, then I bet you didn't pray for his hanging corpse," the same woman had spat.
My mother got angry.
- "How dare assume I didn't pray for him!!" she yelled.
Then the guests and my mother argued.
I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed even if I didn't technically exist.
I left.

Years have passed.
Even if she was in her middle ages, she seemed to be quite young.
I saw her at a train station.
A new husband.
And a new baby, expecting it.
Why.
I felt angry.
I couldn't think.
A new replacement.
No grief?
Then I'll make you feel it.
I pushed my mother into an upcoming train.
Blood.
Guts.
I felt satisfied.
That child won't be born anymore.
I look down at her crushed body underneath the bloody train.
She was ruined.
She was unrecognizable.
Blood on the tracks.
Brains on the tracks.
I swore I could've seen her muscles..
I smiled.
It felt good.
It was enough, for now.
I gave her a taste of her medicine.
I snort.
Then I start to laugh.
Am I a maniac?
Probably.