Othello Fan Fiction ❯ Resolutions ❯ Prologue

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I'm Nana?

Could.. could it be possible?
Could she really be Nana?
Nana, the girl who had kissed Moriyama during his concert..
Nana, the girl who had stood up to and even put down Seri and Moe?
Nana.. The rebellious, loud-mouth, butt kicking Nana?
Could that really be her?

Yaya Higuchi sat on the middle of her bed, staring at her trembling hands.
None of it made any sense. Nothing made any sense anymore to her.

Yet, if she truely thought about it, thought hard, it seemed possible.
All of the memory black outs.. the accusations thrown at her from diffrent people, at diffrent times.

They all seemed to have one thing in common. Whenever they accused her of doing something, she couldn't remember any of it.

"This can't be happening!"
She whined, throwing herself back onto her bed. She pressed her face into the pillow, crying into it's softness. How could she have done those horrible things? Said what'd she'd said?

A small, fuzzy memory came back to her. The feel of his lips pressed against her own.
She'd kissed Moriyama-kun!
It had dawned on her a few days earlier, that the things people had been telling her actually happened. When Seri had shown her a picture of herself in cosplay standing on the edge of A bridge near the Yama-No-Te-Loop, Yaya had been shocked.

She hadn't done that!
At least.. she couldn't remember.
She was so confused!

Don't be confused, a voice told her. It came from her mind.
Was she going crazy? Was she hearing things? What was happening?
You didn't do those things, Yaya you brazen girl! I did!

Sitting up, Yaya clutched her pillow. Rubbing at her eyes, which were swollen from crying, she whispered, "Wh-..who's there?"
Look in the mirror.

Slowly, hesitantley, Yaya turned her head. Across from her bed, where the vanity was, a large mirror stood. Staring at herself in her reflection, she gasped. It was her.
Yet diffrent.
Their mouths looked the same..their bodies, their movements. Yet her eyes.
They were playful, daring and ready for anything. Unlike Yaya's own, which were full of shyness and naivety.[sp?]
"Who are you?" She asked again, edgeing towards the end of the bed.
The girl's eyes flashed in the mirror. Although her mouth didn't move, the words were clear and precise in Yaya's head. I am you.
"Yaya? Yaya, are you in here?"
Yaya jumped, and turned, looking towards her closed door. Throwing the pillow to the side, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and scrubbed at her eyes. Placing her hands stiffly in her lap, she staired down at her toes.
"I'm in here."
Her father entered, holding a tray of food.
"Still not feeling well?"
Yaya shook her head. She hade taken the day of from school, claiming to have come down with the flu. Fortunatley, Yaya had always been teh honest type, and her father didn't suspect anything. It was true that she felt ill. The thought of her.. her doing those things was enough to make her naseous.
"Here you go, Yaya. Some ramen, and a glass of milk. Anything else?"
Yaya shook her head, and smiled weakly at her dad. "Thanks, Daddy."
He smiled, and patted her head, before turning and leaving the room.
Yaya stared at the food, which was suddenly unappetizing.
Placeing the tray carefully on the floor, Yaya stood and walked slowly over to the vanity.
"If you're me.. than who am I?"
You are you.
Slipping into the chair that was placed infront of the vanity, Yaya stared at herself in the mirror.
Her long hair was pulled back in a messy scrunchie, her eyes were red still, from crying and they held a sheen to them that came when one had a cold.
Her lips were swollen too, and her face was pale.
"Are you... Nana?"
There was silence in her room, and she looked down at her hands. Maybe she was going crazy.
Yes, I'm Nana. I'm your other personality, Yaya. I'm the exact opposite of you.
".. Did.. did I make you?"
When you were little, you made me to make you strong. I'm here to help you.
Yaya felt a bit foolish, talking to herself in the mirror but she pushed that aside.
"Why did you do all of those horrible things to everyone?"
Something like a laugh sounded in Yaya's head, and she felt a smirk tug at the corner of her mouth.
You were being used. Nana-chan doesn't like people like that, Yaya. Nana-chan showed them a lesson. Justice was done.
"Justice is done.." Yaya said, quietley.
"Justice is done! That's what everyone keeps telling me I say! So it was you!" She stood up and pointed accusingly at the mirror. Her reflection pointed back at her in mock imitation.
Of course it's me! Certainly wouldn't be you, would it?
Yaya hugged her elbows, and stepped away from the mirror. Slumping back down on the edge of her bed, she stared at the wall.
"So it's true than? I'm really.. really Nana?"
She fell onto her bed once more, sobbing into her pillow.