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Tasokare Hotel Memes Part 2/?

(SPOILER WARNING)

(An Osoneko Story I made, this was first posted on Wattpad)

Sequel

SPOILER WARNING! FINISH THE GAME FIRST BEFORE YOU READ IT

"𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓽𝓮𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻"

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(ꜱᴇᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴋᴏ ᴍᴜʟʟꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀɴ)

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In a peaceful room, the scent of freshly brewed English tea wafts through my nose as the atmosphere felt serene and incredibly peaceful

In the room, a man laughs, a beautiful and soft laughter that sounds like soft bell chimes and somehow seems to echo in my ears making me feel slightly sick

"You are incredibly innocent, don't you think Tsukahara-san?" The man says a sincere and the most genuinely amused smile I saw on his face making his eyes light up as they reflected the sunset, he laid back on the sofa in a relaxed manner legs crossed and arms grasping the delicate handle of the equally delicate ceramic as I placed the teapot down a soft clink emitting from it

"I don't think I am innocent" I responded at that statement and the man laughs, again his delicate features illuminated with the sunset hue outside the mixture of orange and pink making his features look livelier and more youthful despite him being in his 20's

Times like this it made me slightly sad wondering how such a delicate and innocent looking man turned into a criminal

Just goes to show how much a parent's affection can affect their child mentally

"I suppose innocent isn't the right word" he says a smile resting on his face as he shifts slightly while I sit on the other end of the sofa calmly waiting for his next words

"Perhaps, naive?" He says and I stare at him, outside I was sure my face remained blank but I sighed at that statement "Osoto-san, naive and innocent are synonyms aren't they?"

The man merely gives me a somewhat cheeky smile before saying "Innocent can mean that you are free from legal fault, whereas naive can mean that you are simply inexperienced"

His eyes seemed to light up with every word and somehow a part of me thinks an expression like that makes him more attractive

"Therefore Tsukahara-san, you are quite naive" He says eyes curving into a shape of a crescent moon happily whilst he was somewhat insulting me and I stare at him silently

"Not everyone in this world is as empathetic as the other" He says voice slightly hush as he opens his eyes once again a soft yet slightly sad look in his eyes while I remain silent and he turns his head so I could get a closer look at his features

"Humans like us, are vile creatures you know?" He says a small smile slivering past his lips and gracing his delicate features the sunset hue illuminating a side of his face and somehow, he looks ethereal

I stare at the teacup in my hands silently, the scent of English Tea wafts through my nose the scent teasing my nostrils as it smelt incredibly enticing just like that day but somehow it hangs in the air surrounding me and it quite frankly- feels suffocating

Such a thing, I shouldn't remember such a thing.

After all I threw that man in hell

I take a sip of the tea in my hands and the taste of English Tea comes through the blend of multiple black teas colliding with one another and causing my tastebuds to tingle but somehow it tastes incredibly bitter and the dull pang of pain in my heart awfully throbs, my own hand that gripped the handle feels numb and somehow the pain in my heart catches my attention causing me to purse my lips simultaneously placing the delicate cup down

"The taste of the once delicious tea has turned bitter...." I murmured absentmindedly to myself

Somehow, the image of that man smiling, soft features illuminated by the sunset hue brightening up his eyes as the coat that draped over his shoulders fluttered softly with the wind along with his other articles of clothing appeared in my head vividly, almost as vivid as the sunset hue that shone behind him causing him to cast a shadow over my shorter stature

With a soft and somewhat happy look in his eyes his lips part as he says "Thank you"

The dull pain in my heart brings me back to reality as a bitter smile appears on my face

Such a man, I shouldn't be reminded of him.

Such a man made me hate the taste of such a delicious blend of tea.

It was destiny, that man. Tied by a red string threatening to strangle us with its thin but deadly thread.

The pulse of my own heart which causes blood to flow through my body and right into my fingertips makes my vision somewhat hazy, my pulse beating rhythmically and almost painfully in my ears clearing my head gradually

That man, who I threw in hell. We will meet again.

Such a trivial thought, throwing a man into hell for my own selfish desire has its consequences such as me falling into hell as well.

I don't want to go but I must accept the consequences, 150 years being alive sounds good

I grab the teacup that rested on the table and the scent of the tea feels as if it's suffocating me and something feels lodged in my throat the longer the scent wafts through my nose and I will myself to take a sip

The bitter taste of the once delicious tea fills my mouth coating my taste buds causing them to tingle somewhat painfully as I quickly put the teacup down

Such a man, such a man has made me hate the taste and smell of such a wonderful brew.

Somewhere a part of me asks myself

Did I love such a man?

Unconsciously a bitter smile comes up on my face as I clench my fist, love? Did I love such a man?

Such a man who's past was tragic, such a man who's actions were incredibly horrifying and morally wrong, but also the man who loved the taste of English tea and drank coffee in the morning daily, the man who's smile could make me feel sick, the man who's view on the world turned twisted because of his past, the man who said I understood him the most

Love, huh

I think as my eyesight narrow while my lips form a straight line, I lay back on the sofa the soft material cushioning my back, the scent of the brew makes me feel sick and bitter inside, a feeling I would rather be without

Maybe. Maybe I did love that man

This is the second part of my previous post although it is understandable without it, bear in mind this is an Osoneko oneshot

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SPOILER WARNING! FINISH THE GAME FIRST BEFORE YOU READ IT

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴꜱʏ

"So Osoto-san is the son of Mr and Mrs. Osoto?" a man asks the lilac haired girl who nods curtly before continuing the task at hand

In the background it was a sunset hue, Twilight to be exact, for some reason the girl always insisted to come here exactly when it was Twilight with the sun's bright rays shining over the horizon casting a beautiful picturesque view worthy of a medal is shown clearly, the orange and pink merge and blend into an ethereal gradient that seems to make the sky itself look like a painting, a view like that is most certainly worth seeing, when the man inquired about the odd request the girl would merely grin brightly although the eyes remained dead and dull like a fish

As she sets the beautiful and vivid purple flowers down on the tombstone she stares at it for a second whilst crouching running a hand through the smooth gray stone fingers running up and down its edges and all its curves

In beautiful silver writing it read "Masaki Osoto"

It's the least I can do for Osoto-san who is not even being frantically searched for by his own parents

Masaki Osoto, the girl's destiny, enemies but are eerily similar, enemies that understand each other in a way even friends wouldn't

Maybe, we could have been friends

She thinks and her face contorts to a slightly sadder one and although it is subtle it causes Atori to look over slightly stunned, such an expression, he didn't think she could ever make a face like that

Vivid healthy purple pansies rest on the tombstone that is set at the top of a mountain, a secluded area that gives them the most ethereal view of the sunset, the wind makes their clothes flutter as well as their hair to fly harshly to their face but the girl remains quiet and the air is solemn but serene, and although a tombstone resided there no body laid underneath it

The man can't help but think, why such odd requests and actions came from the girl who had supposedly thrown this man to hell, if you throw a man to hell wouldn't you not want to be reminded of them? But this girl, his junior had proceeded to buy a tombstone for this man and had even grown her own pansies which she used to place on his grave every time she visited which was in fact— quite frequent

He ponders what feelings the girl had for the strange man she had thrown impulsively to hell

His body trembled just at the memory of the crimson nightmare, terror flowing through every single part of his body as the trauma caused his sight to blur slightly but he blinked quickly, vision clearing and the sudden heaviness in his chest that had appeared quickly dissapeared

Quietly he grabs his phone and typed something on the search bar, the screen is blank at first as it starts to load slowly, when the results finally appear his eyes skim through ever word as they widen slightly, an understanding smile enters his face although it was slightly grim

Osoto-san, even in hell you seem to torment her

Pansy, in flower and symbolic language means "to think" or "think of me", it is a flower that holds admiration and love for whoever the owner gives them to

The girl who is in a world of her own is unaware of the look of the man standing next to her is showing, her face is grim but fond as recognition and nostalgia are deeply hidden in her dead eyes

Neko-chan, you might not be aware of it but to me right now you look like a lover who is mourning for their loved one

The girl stands up shortly after that brushing off the dirt coating her clothes and tidying them up adjusting her collar, she gives a cheeky grin to her senior "Atori-senpai, thank you for always coming with me here"

The man gives a kind smile to her causing his already attractive face to appear even more attractive, "Neko-chan, what was the relationship between you and Osoto-san?"

"Enemies"

Neko-chan, I am experienced in love and I don't think you think of him as just an enemy

But he keeps the words locked up in his mind knowing the girl would only deny them and ignore said claims

The girl clenched her fist softly at the memory that suddenly appeared vividly in her mind, that man was a criminal, a rapist at that, and had done plenty of crimes to get him a death sentence and even held grotesque pictures of horribly violated women who's faces were horribly contorted and were now unrecognisable and the memory of him kicking her and punching her with all his strength as she bled and purple and blue marred her porcelain skin also appeared, then the next memory was the one where she had found his diary reading every entry until they landed on hers and....such a twist of events, it was him who was the cause of her demise, and soon she realized it was also him who had caused Atori's demise

But soon the vision of him laughing at something she had said while they drank tea in Kaneko's room was even more vivid outshining the horrible memories she had of him and in the memory, the way his green eyes seemed to soften in the sunset hue that illuminated his eyes and the room made her feel slightly sick, as well as the sound of his laughter that seemed to echo in his ears and the empty promise she had told him

"Maybe you and me could be friends"

It caused the dull ache in her pain to worsen and she smiled bitterly, like Sherlock and Moriarty one could not be alive at the same time as the other

Her mood fluctuates up and down in a short time span

Osoto-san how are you? Are you suffering?

She sets her eyes on the lone tombstone again a soft and nostalgic look as the memories that lie with the pansy, the beautiful flower rush into her mind again and a fond look appears in her eyes before she tears her eyes away from the tombstone sighing softly

Those events never happened in this world

But....

"It was destiny. That man" she answered clearly this time and her senior's eyes soften as he gazed at her

Pink and orange hues that blend beautifully are vivid behind them and cast a shadow but the girl seems to be unfazed as they walk down the mountain, perhaps the next time she comes up here she might finally realize that such actions aren't what you do for an enemy