Prismatic Fate

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An entire year had passed since I had lost my eye. As I walked into town, I forced a smile on my face. I was moving to a place I'd be able to actually enjoy; Japan. I had begged my mother to have us move somewheere else, maybe italy, maybe britain, maybe even egypt! However, she already had her eyes on a place. It was a small town named Morioh. It was the most absurd idea I had ever heard, yet, her choosing us to move here would have me embark upon a journey with new friends and allies. I adjusted my sunglasses. "Mother, why are we here of all places?" I asked, lowering it down so she could see my working eye. I always did that to show silent anger or disappointment, but I wasn't able to keep my eye out in the open for too long, to make sure I don't lose what I had. She had always offered me an eyepatch or something to cover it up but I had always refused. It probably wouldn't matter anyway, that's not why I didn't have an eyepatch and only used my glasses. I looked behind me as the chameleon was trotting with its eyes on me. I squinted and turned away. It followed me since the day I had lost my eye. It even had a blood red patch on his right eye as well as some sort of sick irony. I was suggested to several doctors and psychiatrists, none of them could see him. They thought I was still traumatized from it all. My mom had given in and used a last resort; excorsim. It didn't work. Of course, I lied and said it was gone. I had to ignore him for a year, while he just stood behind me. Sometimes he was on my bed watching me as I slept. Whenever I cooked, if I was alone the thing would automatically take it for me. It wasn't harmful, it was just annoying sometimes. And I was starting to believe at this point it was all a hallucination or, like the doctors said, a coping mechanism for what happened, and that it was "symbolic" that it had an injured eye as well. I didn't correct them on that part. It had two eyes. One was red, and looked a bit damaged but it was fine nonetheless. It waved at me when I caught another glimpse. "...Hello? Hello?" My mom snapped me back to reality. "I've been trying to get your attention! Are you trying to scope out some pretty Japanese girls while you think I'm not looking?" She teases. I sigh. "As if I'd try that." I move on. "Ethan, wait up! You're my translator!" She says, matching my pace. "But, before you spaced out, I told you already that this place had a little... rustic atmosphere. I can't put my finger on it, it's almost like I was drawn here." My mom explains. "Besides, this had a good school, and you already know Japanese!" She says sweetly."This better be some town then. What was this place's name again?" I ask, as a radio comes to life, sparkling with sound as something came up. "Mori-Mori-Mori-Mori Morioh Cho radio!" It cheered out like a fanfare. There was my answer. "Morioh..." i whisper to myself. "Strange name." I repeated it to myself a few times, but then a chill ran down my spine. I looked around, all around even behind me, only to see the chameleon. It was looking out in a direction, not moving. I frowned. Why did I get a chill? He was always behind me. My mother looked in the direction I was facing. "What are you looking at." She said. She was quite jolly for her age, carefree and the like. I simply turned around and move don forward. "So... where are we staying?" I inquired, roaming the streets of morioh with her. We seemed to be in the neighborhood. That was fast. "Follow me, and if anyone says anything tell me what it is in english, k?" She whispered, not wanting to offend anyone around her. I nodded. I had noticed the sun was up high, sweltering even. My glasses kept slipping down or off from sweat, but I continued forward. "Ohayo Gozaimasu!" A few people said. "Good morning", it meant. "Good Morning! We're new in the neighborhood, my mother doesn't speak Japanese and we're trying to find our home." I say to a policeman, hoping to find our way. My mom looked between us hopelessly. I knew I was gonna be her translator from now until the end of time. "Ah, of course. Here, let me see." He says as I bring up the address. "Ah! I think you actually live around where we are. I could take you there if you'd like!" The old Policeman said as he got back on his bike. "My name's Ryohei Higashikata. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me! I've been keeping this town safe for years now, and I'm glad we're having outsiders come in as well." He says, leading the way. "He knows where we live, in fact, we're rather close." I tell my mom, switching back to English. "Oh thank you dear!" I follow right behind him as he goes to our destination, our new home. "Our place is already in here, right?" I asked her, and she smiled. "The moving company got here a while ago, and placed all the boxes inside." She explained as she unlocked the front door and walked inside. A chill went down my spine again, but why? I looked back and that same chameleon was looking at the policeman's house.
Then, a miracle had happened.
"Hmmm... another? Another like me?" It said, walking to the house. It stopped, however, but I could feel myself being pulled away. Almost as if he was trying to drag me with him that way. It turned around, looking me in the eye, and pointing at the house. "Go there... now." He says, trying to move forward but being unable to. It was like he was pulling me with him, like he had a... a set range to be around me. I had finally mustered up the courage to speak to this hell-spawn. "No! You've bothered me my entire life, yet now you speak and you decide to drag me around?! I won't let you!" I yelled in french, slowly so that anyone around me couldn't understand what I was saying. It just looked back at me with a death stare. It turned around and walked my way. This was the first time it had seem remotely alive, mire than just a figment of my imagination. My mom was getting freaked out by this. Is he having another episode? "Honey? What are you doing outside, come on. It's nice and cool in here and it seems like those glasses are slipping." And indeed they were. The creature acknowledged this. He plucked them from my head and palmed it, inspecting it closely. I covered my socket, trying to endure the shining of the sun by closing my eye. "You're useless without those glasses." He says, and he chuckled right into my ear. "I'll give them back to you on one condition: You go to that man's house tomorrow and look around. Find something no one else sees." It says as it slides my shades back onto my head. I grumbled, opening my eye to confront him. For the first time in my life, since the day I lost my eye, he was gone.

The chameleon was finally gone, without a trace.