Come Dreamwalk With Me 6 (Open Log. WIDE OPEN)

[curious_copycat]

Who: Polly (curious_copycat )
What: Nocturnal Telepathic Shenanigans, Random CR, Drama, Exposition, Crack, Surreal Shite, Whatever You Want.
Where: In Your Head
When: Tonight. (But latecomers and backtagging are always welcome.)
Warnings: They're dreams. Anything--absolutely anything--can happen. Not even the laws of physics apply.
Notes: Dreamers start the threads

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FFF wittle ickle Genkaku

[cookiecastle]

[There's slight shift in the surroundings as Genkaku sits there. Suddenly the steps the boy is sitting on are facing an absurdly long and steep stairway cut into a thickly forested mountainside. Humid air reverberates here and there with the buzzing of late cicadas hidden their trees. Whishiwhishwhishwhisssssshhhhhhhzzzzzzzz... and then their call fizzles out as if they are too tired to bother singing in this oppressive heat.]

[At first is sounds like cicadas, then perhaps leaves? But no wind is stirring the trees, so that can't be it. No, it's softer... the beating of hundreds of pairs of slick wings. Sure enough, there's an impact of spiritual pressure from somewhere below, and a murder of crows rushes up the mountain towards Genkaku, seeing the safety of the temple's eaves.]

[Not far behind is a fifteen-year old stripped to the waist, running as hard as he can to catch up with those birds, and strangely enough he's able to do a decent job of it too.]

[cookiecastle]

I don't know! I don't--

[Yoshimori looks down at his hands, confused. What does he know?]

[Then he realizes it. This nice, kind, cheerful self--

[The one that tries to overcompensate by making things that will only be destroyed, the one that tries to be chummy with people who will only leave, the one that tries to help what will only all go to shit anyway--]

[This one is the one that's fake.]

A-aaah.......

That's it. Most everything I do is covering up what's underneath....

[cookiecastle]

[And with that the dark Yoshimori pulls Yoshimori into the giant tumult of his zekkai, into his embrace. He unwraps the bandages hiding the black mark on Yoshimori's right palm and eats them with gleaming, grinning teeth.]

[And that done, Yoshimori watches stupidly as bloody hands reach out for him again. The other him unzips him at the neck like a set of baby's footed pajamas, and puts him on like a suit.]

[Just like Kaguro]
[Just like Kaguro]
[Just like Kaguro]
[He's just like Kaguro]

[In the end he's just the shell that hides the evil inside him from the rest of the world.]