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comment_fic's "Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka, unexpected flashbacks"
The oddest things could cause Hisoka's mind to recall things he did not want to remember. Waking up deep in the night when the moon shone full in his window put him in mind of that moonlit night when he had wandered out into the cherry orchard. He caught himself bracing for the moment when the light started to bleed red.
An adult raising their voice would bring him back to a moment when his father or his mother had shouted at him: "How do you know these things? Are you prying into people's heads?"
Dark rooms made him think of that windowless room in which his father would lock him away when his psychic senses had been especially sensitized.
The cherry trees in Meifu were beautiful by day, but at night, he could barely look at them without remembering how the red moonlight turned their petals blood-red, or how their sweet scent mingled with the stench of blood.
A knife made him think of the moonlight flashing on a blade the moment before a pale hand plunged it into a woman's throat.
Men in light-colored trench coats, viewed from a distance could put him into a panic, until he got a better look at them.
comment_fic's "Yami no Matsuei, Hisoka, unexpected flashbacks"The oddest things could cause Hisoka's mind to recall things he did not want to remember. Waking up deep in the night when the moon shone full in his window put him in mind of that moonlit night when he had wandered out into the cherry orchard. He caught himself bracing for the moment when the light started to bleed red.
An adult raising their voice would bring him back to a moment when his father or his mother had shouted at him: "How do you know these things? Are you prying into people's heads?"
Dark rooms made him think of that windowless room in which his father would lock him away when his psychic senses had been especially sensitized.
The cherry trees in Meifu were beautiful by day, but at night, he could barely look at them without remembering how the red moonlight turned their petals blood-red, or how their sweet scent mingled with the stench of blood.
A knife made him think of the moonlight flashing on a blade the moment before a pale hand plunged it into a woman's throat.
Men in light-colored trench coats, viewed from a distance could put him into a panic, until he got a better look at them.
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Date: 2011-05-28 07:47 pm (UTC)