FUMINORI SAKISAKA | SAYA NO UTA
IC:
Character name: Fuminori Sakisaka
Fandom: Saya no Uta
Timeline: Bad End 2
Age: Early 20s (college med student)
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: Fuminori has full sensory Agnosia. He cannot perceive reality in the same way as everyone else. This is explained more fully in the app! For the purposes of CR his Agnosia will not affect how he sees other characters, but it will stay the same for NPCs (who he'll have to eat occasionally).
How would they use their abilities?: Fuminori cannot eat regular food because his warped sense of taste (due to Agnosia) makes it look rotted and spoiled. He can however see human organs as "golden fruit" which tastes sweet and smells "like a refreshing herb scent". This is what he eats to stay alive.
Appearance: Fuminori is a lanky college student on the thin side due to malnutrition. He has a haunted look on his face, as if any emotion he projects is a mask that covers a steel core no one can penetrate. He has a habit of never making eye contact or looking directly at people because he's used to everyone looking like a rotting flesh beast. His eyes are sunken from stress and lack of sleep-- he's jumpy, and cringes when people speak to him because of the incessant buzzing that his brain filters it through.
Whenever Fuminori is in a good mood, his expression is without a hint of mercy or gentleness. He has become a monster just like Saya, who devours the flesh of humans and considers Yoh a toy for having sex with. He carries with him an aura of uneasiness and something inherently sinister. However, in the presence of Saya only, there are traces of who he used to be-- around her he is at peace, and a sense of serenity surrounds him.
It is mentioned by Kouji that when Fuminori witnesses the fatal strike against Saya, he knows that he cannot kill him any more-- because there is nothing left inside him to destroy.
Background/Personality: Before Spring of that year, you would think Fuminori Sakisaka was a pretty average college med student. He had a small circle of friends, and although he was a bit distant, he was very perceptive and understanding. He was not easily angered or prone to shutting himself away from others. His close friend Yoh even had a crush on him and confessed her love to him-- before the accident. That fateful April day, Fuminori was driving with his family when they had a horrible car accident, leaving him as the only survivor. And he would never be the same.
You see, in order to save Fuminori's life, the hospital performed an experimental brain surgery that had a very low chance of success. But miracles do happen, and although the operation was a "success" from a medical standpoint, there was a neurological side effect: full sensory Agnosia. When Fuminori awoke from his operation he was still blind, and this gave him time to reflect on the accident and the fact that he was alive. For which he was thankful-- until his sight returned.
He called it a "world gone berserk"-- essentially awakening to a rotted, disgusting world where everything in his line of sight was made entirely of bloody entrails, human organs, and bone. He could no longer see people; in their place were grotesque, stinking "flesh beasts" covered in vomit and tentacles, their stench and shrill, near indecipherable voices making Fuminori violently sick to his stomach. Being a med student studying neurology, Fuminori quickly identified his disorder as Agnosia, which is the inability to perceive things as they really are. When he looked out at a sunny downtown street, he saw a black and empty void, streets blood red and yellow with fat and organs instead of cars or buildings.
He was in Hell.
Unable to live in this world he had awoken in, Fuminori's sanity was salvaged at the very last minute by a beautiful young girl, the only thing in his personal nightmare to look or sound like a normal human being. Although surprised he "wasn't scared of her", the girl introduced herself as Saya and became Fuminori's single and only glimmer of hope for happiness. As soon as he got out of the hospital, they moved in together and his life became bearable; he even went to school, although he now found the company of others to be disdainful. He became thin because it was hard to stomach food. His attitude became nothing but a facade in public-- he knew that these slimy, bloated creatures were human beings, and that everything was normal to them.
However, only Saya made him feel safe. Saya was his everything. She was all he had left in a disgusting world that would never understand.
As Fuminori's life progressed, Saya's influence began to destroy him. After discovering that the only food he could enjoy the taste of anymore was human flesh, he and Saya began living off the meat of people Saya murdered. His empathy began to collapse, and he could no longer remember what it was like to have friends, or family-- there was only the nightmare out there and Saya in his arms. She began to perform experiments that gave him mixed feelings, but in the end, she would always manage to convince him it was alright.
When Saya gave him his former college crush Yoh as a "gift", having altered her into a form that would make her human in Fuminori's eyes, the true depth of his depravity is finally apparent. His only concern is not the fact that Yoh's mind is broken from trauma, but moreso fear that Saya would be jealous if he "used" her. In the end, he rapes Yoh, casually noting how little he cares for any pain she feels. Soon after "re-educating" the broken Yoh, Fuminori begins dealing with Kouji, the last member of his group who is trying to interefere with his and Saya's life. What Fuminori isn't aware of is Kouji's alliance with Dr Tanbo Ryouko, and her weapon which can kill Saya.
When Fuminori and Kouji finally confront one another, he has completely lost all perception of reality. He feels nothing like regret about having to kill his former friend-- He sees Kouji as the same rotting pile of flesh that everyone else looks like. His mind has deteriorated to the point where there is only the desire to find a place he and Saya can live peacefully. He has become paranoid, deranged. His lust is animalistic. He has no qualms about treating Yoh like a pet, or animal.
He dislikes the sympathy of others, admitting to Kouji that it's not like he feels good about pushing people like Yoh away. It's just something he has to do. He isn't the same man he was three months ago.
In the end, Fuminori's personality is completely focused on finding a place where the madness will not consume him. He wants Saya to be happy, and as long as she's smiling, he can blur out the horrific universe around her and feel genuine security in himself.
Have you read up on how the game works?: Yeah. Use the FlamingFerret to communicate, get a job as a butcher most likely, go on missions, probably blackmail people or mess with their heads a lot too...
1st person sample:
[As I sink my teeth into the woman's heart, I wonder if she was beautiful.
I can't decide if I feel bad for her. To me, she's a rotting mess. She stinks. The smell of her flesh makes my eyes water and the sweet golden fruit inside her rise up from my stomach. It doesn't matter anymore. Saya is dead. I could be dragged from the embrace of death a thousand times, but the true hell is life. When I awoke here, my body was listless. Yoh was dead too. That bitch doctor shot Saya. She shot Saya with an axe run through her shoulderblade.
I hope the circle of Hell she rots in is far worse than mine. But it doesn't matter.
None of it matters. I could tell the world a thousand stories of Saya's smile and they would never understand.
Useless.
All of it. At last, I raise my eyes to the "FlamingFerret" device. The miraculous ability to perceive it is more than I was ready to handle earlier, but now with my hunger sated, I can speak into it, communicate with human beings for the first time... in over three months.]
... ou... You're all in this strange place as well, is it? It's quite a troublesome situation... haha. I've always been here, in this reality. But of course... well. It doesn't matter.
[Fuminori falters and goes silent.]
3rd person sample:
Fuminori does not open his eyes on the S.S. Thor, because he is dead.
His heart is beating and his head doesn't have shotgun holes in it-- his body is laying across a bed of incredibly soft membranes. He assumes these are sheets for the bed he's on, but then, he isn't sure of anything right now. That psychotic witch doctor and Kouji-- they had... they'd... what had they done...? He felt intense, unrestricted anger rise in his chest like an animal tearing to climb from him. He let out a roar of sadness and fury as he remembered what they had accomplished. Saya... his precious Saya...
Gone.
What was the worth of his life without her? She was the only girl who could love a monster like Fuminori. He could not even muster the humanity to regret. All he could do was lament for the death of his precious, wonderful Saya, seethe with anger toward his former friend, and bitterly ignore his second chance at life. Life without his lover, his partner, his only reason to live in this warped and horrific nightmare world.
It took Fuminori a long time to care. Not just about the strange view from his window or where he was but just... to care at all. In the end, he concluded that without an immediate means of killing himself available in this room, he might as well check things out elsewhere. He sat up on the bloody red "mattress", sensing nothing amiss about this place. It was only when he picked up the device next to his clothes and axe that he realized something was startlingly wrong here.
Due to his condition, photographs looked like bloody splatters, with almost nothing distinguishable. But not only was this device clean-- devoid of blood or any trace of intestinal decoration, but there were pictures on the screen. And he could see them. There were images of people, not gross hulking mass of filth, and they were speaking clearly amongst each other in words and he could read all of it!
It was incredible, as he had once explained, what strength a little hope could give you. For one, tantalizing moment, he imagined that... perhaps... his disorder would eventually go away. He saw this device as a shining call for his last shreds of human sanity. But he mustn't say anything. Not until he has observed them. He is distrustful. These are strangers. Men and women and children who are worthless to him. Beyond what little information he could glean, he saw no reason to speak with them.
He dressed quickly and hurried into the halls. Before he gathered information, he wanted t-
"$&%####*(###?##???" The screeching, agonizingly familiar sound of someone trying to speak to him made Fuminori's head ache and empty stomach turn. He didn't bother looking at the grotesque thing's face, or what might have once been its face. "Yes?" he said slowly, focusing over its shoulder. "%#&#&&#*#$$$###! #&*&##$$##?" It was asking if he needed directions. It said 'Thor'.
... Fuminori gave pause. He spoke with the... well. It sounded vaguely female. She was a tour guide for "the superstation, the S.S. Thor." Fuminori had never heard of such a place in school or on any map, but color him surprised when she began talking about all the aliens and something about Earth being destroyed. He had thought nothing could surprise him anymore. When he had gathered as much information as he was willing to stomach in its garbled, buzzing voice, he calmly led the beast to a narrow alley, before raising the axe with as much emotion as one would have getting the paper or making coffee. He brought it down into her fleshy body, hearing the distorted cry of agony as she died.
He stepped out of the alley with a full stomach and enough information to start doing some research.
Things may be alright here after all.
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