Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction ❯ Rebirth ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Lina Inverse 
Anime/Manga: Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 923 | Visits: 224 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 923 | Visits: 224 | Status: Completed
I've been seeing Dr. Kagami for two months now. I haven't really accomplished much by way of recovering my memory, but I have quelled my anger at Aya a bit. Really, she was only doing what would be expected after she just found out that I'd been lying about love. I can't believe I actually raped her... But I can't change what I did back then. Dr. Kagami's really helped me move on. By continuing to live without hurting Aya, I'm more than making up for my thoughts. I still haven't told him that I actually acted on those thoughts.
I walk home from class as usual. The weather is warming up, even though it's only February. Winter is ending early. Twenty yards down the sidewalk, a form-fitting baby blue sweatshirt catches my attention. I'm such a fucking pervert. But within a split second, I know she's Aya. Not until she's walked past me do I realize that I even saw her face. And then I realize I've been standing still, my mouth agape.
"I put food on the table doing what I do, and that's all that matters. It's none of your fucking business what I do at night," says my mom.
...Says my mom?! Since when did my mom go to my college? More importantly, since when did I even remember anything about my mother?
"Tooya!"
The shout comes from my best friend Alec, who got in on a full scholarship and is breezing through college on his way to a biology major. I can see him getting all sorts of government grants for his work as a geneticist.
"What's up?" he asks.
He must have seen me with my mouth wide open. "My ex-girlfriend. We haven't seen each other since we broke up two months ago."
"Ah." Alec leans against a tree. "You don't think it's time to move on? You always say she wasn't that important, but you haven't shown any sign of wanting another girlfriend."
He doesn't know about the rape either. "Nah. My next relationship'll probably turn out like crap anyway. I've got better things to worry about."
"Damn it, Tooya! What's happening with you? When you first came here, you were such a girl magnet!"
"I was?"
Alec sighs. He knows about my insomnia. "Yeah. You were."
"Alec." My voice is serious.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry." I had told Alec early on that I didn't want to hear about my past. I figured I had to have been through something traumatic to have lost my memory just like that, and the last thing I'd wanted was to remember that. But now, with that sudden appearance of my mom in my mind, coupled with the fact that I'm in therapy, I feel prepared to hear it.
"No, no, that's not it. I want you... To tell me about my past."
Alec smiles, as if he's been waiting for this moment all year. Hell, he probably has been. He'd been so concerned last year when I didn't remember his name, and has made it clear that he thought it was in my best interest to know about myself. "Sure." I can hear his genuine smile. "Let's go get ice cream- it's gonna be a bit shocking, so it might be better to have something comforting around."
I nod, and we walk to the campus ice cream parlor.
"All right, Tooya. I'll start with the basics. Like your full name--"
"I already know it."
"Okay. You came from a small oceanside city. You've always loved to swim, and you were on the swim team in high school."
"That sounds fitting. I still love water."
"You won a lot of awards for swimming... I can't remember which ones."
"Do I still have the medals?"
Alec sighs. "I... I don't know."
"Well, my mom probably has them." Alec's expresssion instantly turns somber. "What... What is it about my mom?"
"I..." A tear starts welling up in Alec's eye, and he tries to hide it. "That's pretty serious..."
"I want to know."
"Wouldn't you rather hear about everything else?"
I shake my head. "I have a memory of my mother. It just came to me right before you talked to me today."
"Really? What is it?"
"She said, 'I put food on the table doing what I do, and that's all that matters. It's none of your fucking business what I do at night.' What did she do, anyway?"
Alec inhales, slowly, heavily. "You might not rest so well with it."
This only sparks my interest further. "What was she? A criminal or something?"
"No... Well, yes."
I remain silent, anticipating his next words.
"Your mother... She was a prostitute."
I walk home from class as usual. The weather is warming up, even though it's only February. Winter is ending early. Twenty yards down the sidewalk, a form-fitting baby blue sweatshirt catches my attention. I'm such a fucking pervert. But within a split second, I know she's Aya. Not until she's walked past me do I realize that I even saw her face. And then I realize I've been standing still, my mouth agape.
"I put food on the table doing what I do, and that's all that matters. It's none of your fucking business what I do at night," says my mom.
...Says my mom?! Since when did my mom go to my college? More importantly, since when did I even remember anything about my mother?
"Tooya!"
The shout comes from my best friend Alec, who got in on a full scholarship and is breezing through college on his way to a biology major. I can see him getting all sorts of government grants for his work as a geneticist.
"What's up?" he asks.
He must have seen me with my mouth wide open. "My ex-girlfriend. We haven't seen each other since we broke up two months ago."
"Ah." Alec leans against a tree. "You don't think it's time to move on? You always say she wasn't that important, but you haven't shown any sign of wanting another girlfriend."
He doesn't know about the rape either. "Nah. My next relationship'll probably turn out like crap anyway. I've got better things to worry about."
"Damn it, Tooya! What's happening with you? When you first came here, you were such a girl magnet!"
"I was?"
Alec sighs. He knows about my insomnia. "Yeah. You were."
"Alec." My voice is serious.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry." I had told Alec early on that I didn't want to hear about my past. I figured I had to have been through something traumatic to have lost my memory just like that, and the last thing I'd wanted was to remember that. But now, with that sudden appearance of my mom in my mind, coupled with the fact that I'm in therapy, I feel prepared to hear it.
"No, no, that's not it. I want you... To tell me about my past."
Alec smiles, as if he's been waiting for this moment all year. Hell, he probably has been. He'd been so concerned last year when I didn't remember his name, and has made it clear that he thought it was in my best interest to know about myself. "Sure." I can hear his genuine smile. "Let's go get ice cream- it's gonna be a bit shocking, so it might be better to have something comforting around."
I nod, and we walk to the campus ice cream parlor.
"All right, Tooya. I'll start with the basics. Like your full name--"
"I already know it."
"Okay. You came from a small oceanside city. You've always loved to swim, and you were on the swim team in high school."
"That sounds fitting. I still love water."
"You won a lot of awards for swimming... I can't remember which ones."
"Do I still have the medals?"
Alec sighs. "I... I don't know."
"Well, my mom probably has them." Alec's expresssion instantly turns somber. "What... What is it about my mom?"
"I..." A tear starts welling up in Alec's eye, and he tries to hide it. "That's pretty serious..."
"I want to know."
"Wouldn't you rather hear about everything else?"
I shake my head. "I have a memory of my mother. It just came to me right before you talked to me today."
"Really? What is it?"
"She said, 'I put food on the table doing what I do, and that's all that matters. It's none of your fucking business what I do at night.' What did she do, anyway?"
Alec inhales, slowly, heavily. "You might not rest so well with it."
This only sparks my interest further. "What was she? A criminal or something?"
"No... Well, yes."
I remain silent, anticipating his next words.
"Your mother... She was a prostitute."