Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction ❯ Rebirth ❯ Chapter 6
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
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: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 220 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Ayashi No Ceres Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 220 | Status: Completed
A/N: Warnings: Huge amounts of language and non-graphic rape in this chapter. It may be a bit disturbing... I feel a little disturbed after writing this. *sighs* I'm gonna go play Hamtaro to calm my mind... I need it. **This chapter has been updated, thanks to Rai Dorian's helpful comments!**
My father is a narrow-faced, light-skinned man with four red scars on his face. I see him, hands together, knuckles white, gripping onto a small black handgun.
My mother turns around and screams, yelling "Run!" I turn to face my father, then bolt.
My mind blanks, and slowly, panting, I take a look around. I'm in the hallway of the dormitories. Right... I was in Alec's room, and must have ran off when I imagined the murder scene. Suddenly, I remember I have an appointment with Dr. Kagami today. I check my watch. 4:45-- only fifteen minutes until the appointment.
As I walk to Dr. Kagami's office, I begin ruminating over my conversation with Alec and my sudden memory. So my father murdered my mother, and then I lost my memory. Just marvelous. I just knew it'd turn out like this-- not only was my mother a prostitute, she's a freaking dead prostitute. A murdered prostitute. And as if that isn't enough, my own father was the murderer. No wonder I'm so messed up.
Wait a minute. I thought my father was just some pervert. How in the hell was he able to remember some random prostitute he slept with so he could go and murder her eighteen years later? Maybe he was a repeat customer... Sick. And then... How do I know him? I shrug. Maybe he just liked to fuck my mom in front of me. Oh, God... please no... Anything but that. Tell me I'm dreaming! Tell me I'm dreaming this whole thing. My mom is alive, working a nice respectable job, married to my father. A man who would never buy a whore and who wouldn't hurt a fly.
But somehow I know it's all true. Every last sickening, morbid detail. I break down in tears... yet again. Pussy. ...No. Hell no. Think of all the shit you just discovered, I tell myself. You're fucking God to only be crying.
A sudden thought comes to me: How did I remember that that man was my father? I don't have any memories of him... Or do I?
I remember my tenth birthday.
That year, my birthday fell in the middle of the week, so I planned to invite friends the weekend after and celebrate with only my family on my actual birthday. For dinner, my mom prepared my favorite dish, spaghetti. I started wolfing down a large portion of it.
"Don't eat too much, Tooya!" my mom cried, smiling widely.
"But it's spaghetti, mom!"
"I know," she responded, picking up some udon with her chopsticks. "But you'll want to save room in that stomach of yours."
I sat and thought for a split second, then burst out, "Cake! You baked me a cake! Thanks, mom!" I hugged her, then continued eating, more slowly this time.
The dinner passed by quickly and pleasantly, with nothing more than small talk being exchanged between my mom and I.
"All right! I'm finished," I shouted after my second helping.
"Me too," said my father.
My mom nodded, then brought out a small chocolate cake with two large candles in the shape of a one and a zero. My parents sang "Happy Birthday" to me, my mom in tune and my dad horribly off-pitch. Then my mother said, "All right, Tooya! Make a wish!"
I wished for a new swimsuit, then blew out the candles. My mother cut the cake, and handed the first slice to me. I remember in vivid detail the soft, warm texture of my first bite.
After cake, I headed for bed and lay comfortably under my sheets.
But I couldn't sleep. Across the thin wall between me and my parents' room, an ear-shattering racket kept me awake.
"Ceres... Are you just gonna fall asleep on me?" my dad asked, lust heavy in his voice.
"Not tonight," she yawned. "I'm worn out with preparing for Tooya's birthday. Tomorrow night."
"All you did was cook shit."
"Listen. It's very tiring to have to go to the store and cook after a long night of work."
"You sleep with other guys all night, then don't have the energy for me? You cheating little whore!"
"Honey, you know I only do that to support this family."
"Why the hell are YOU the one supporting the family? Get in your God-damned place and let the man make the money."
My mother sighed. "I promise you... Once you get a job again, I'll stop. But for now, I have to put food on the table."
"You cost me my fucking job!"
"I know..." my mother admitted, her voice choked in tears. "I just wanted you to be home for our aniversary... I didn't know you'd get fired for missing work."
"You knew it, bitch!"
"I didn't. I should have been able to predict it..."
"Now fuck me."
"I already told you! Tomorrow night!"
"You fucking whore! Do as I say!" Seconds later, I hear clothes ripping and then my father moaning and my mother screaming.
"Stop it! Dammit! I told you to stop!"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch. I know you're enjoying this. It's all you're good for. That's why you became a fucking whore and let this family down."
"I did NOT let this family down... Ahh... Slow down!" She let out an ear-piercing scream. "THAT DOESN'T MEAN SPEED UP!"
"Come on, whores love it fast, don't ya, bitch?"
"You're... making... me... bleed..." My mother's voice was slow and strained.
"You're not bleeding. I'll show you what bleeding is!" I hear the smack of my father's fist slamming into my mother's nose.
"Gah..."
"Now get off the bed. You'll make a mess when I'm sleeping."
I hear the sheets rustle and my mother heading to the bathroom.
My father is a narrow-faced, light-skinned man with four red scars on his face. I see him, hands together, knuckles white, gripping onto a small black handgun.
My mother turns around and screams, yelling "Run!" I turn to face my father, then bolt.
My mind blanks, and slowly, panting, I take a look around. I'm in the hallway of the dormitories. Right... I was in Alec's room, and must have ran off when I imagined the murder scene. Suddenly, I remember I have an appointment with Dr. Kagami today. I check my watch. 4:45-- only fifteen minutes until the appointment.
As I walk to Dr. Kagami's office, I begin ruminating over my conversation with Alec and my sudden memory. So my father murdered my mother, and then I lost my memory. Just marvelous. I just knew it'd turn out like this-- not only was my mother a prostitute, she's a freaking dead prostitute. A murdered prostitute. And as if that isn't enough, my own father was the murderer. No wonder I'm so messed up.
Wait a minute. I thought my father was just some pervert. How in the hell was he able to remember some random prostitute he slept with so he could go and murder her eighteen years later? Maybe he was a repeat customer... Sick. And then... How do I know him? I shrug. Maybe he just liked to fuck my mom in front of me. Oh, God... please no... Anything but that. Tell me I'm dreaming! Tell me I'm dreaming this whole thing. My mom is alive, working a nice respectable job, married to my father. A man who would never buy a whore and who wouldn't hurt a fly.
But somehow I know it's all true. Every last sickening, morbid detail. I break down in tears... yet again. Pussy. ...No. Hell no. Think of all the shit you just discovered, I tell myself. You're fucking God to only be crying.
A sudden thought comes to me: How did I remember that that man was my father? I don't have any memories of him... Or do I?
I remember my tenth birthday.
That year, my birthday fell in the middle of the week, so I planned to invite friends the weekend after and celebrate with only my family on my actual birthday. For dinner, my mom prepared my favorite dish, spaghetti. I started wolfing down a large portion of it.
"Don't eat too much, Tooya!" my mom cried, smiling widely.
"But it's spaghetti, mom!"
"I know," she responded, picking up some udon with her chopsticks. "But you'll want to save room in that stomach of yours."
I sat and thought for a split second, then burst out, "Cake! You baked me a cake! Thanks, mom!" I hugged her, then continued eating, more slowly this time.
The dinner passed by quickly and pleasantly, with nothing more than small talk being exchanged between my mom and I.
"All right! I'm finished," I shouted after my second helping.
"Me too," said my father.
My mom nodded, then brought out a small chocolate cake with two large candles in the shape of a one and a zero. My parents sang "Happy Birthday" to me, my mom in tune and my dad horribly off-pitch. Then my mother said, "All right, Tooya! Make a wish!"
I wished for a new swimsuit, then blew out the candles. My mother cut the cake, and handed the first slice to me. I remember in vivid detail the soft, warm texture of my first bite.
After cake, I headed for bed and lay comfortably under my sheets.
But I couldn't sleep. Across the thin wall between me and my parents' room, an ear-shattering racket kept me awake.
"Ceres... Are you just gonna fall asleep on me?" my dad asked, lust heavy in his voice.
"Not tonight," she yawned. "I'm worn out with preparing for Tooya's birthday. Tomorrow night."
"All you did was cook shit."
"Listen. It's very tiring to have to go to the store and cook after a long night of work."
"You sleep with other guys all night, then don't have the energy for me? You cheating little whore!"
"Honey, you know I only do that to support this family."
"Why the hell are YOU the one supporting the family? Get in your God-damned place and let the man make the money."
My mother sighed. "I promise you... Once you get a job again, I'll stop. But for now, I have to put food on the table."
"You cost me my fucking job!"
"I know..." my mother admitted, her voice choked in tears. "I just wanted you to be home for our aniversary... I didn't know you'd get fired for missing work."
"You knew it, bitch!"
"I didn't. I should have been able to predict it..."
"Now fuck me."
"I already told you! Tomorrow night!"
"You fucking whore! Do as I say!" Seconds later, I hear clothes ripping and then my father moaning and my mother screaming.
"Stop it! Dammit! I told you to stop!"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch. I know you're enjoying this. It's all you're good for. That's why you became a fucking whore and let this family down."
"I did NOT let this family down... Ahh... Slow down!" She let out an ear-piercing scream. "THAT DOESN'T MEAN SPEED UP!"
"Come on, whores love it fast, don't ya, bitch?"
"You're... making... me... bleed..." My mother's voice was slow and strained.
"You're not bleeding. I'll show you what bleeding is!" I hear the smack of my father's fist slamming into my mother's nose.
"Gah..."
"Now get off the bed. You'll make a mess when I'm sleeping."
I hear the sheets rustle and my mother heading to the bathroom.