OA screamed.
"SPARE ME! PLEASE!"
Asahi bent down.
His face — too calm.
Too silent.
His hands reached forward.
Not shaking. Not hesitating.
"No… NO! DON'T DO IT!!" OA shrieked — voice cracked into an alien wail.
But it was over.
Asahi gripped both sides of OA's ribs.
"RAAAAAAAAAA!!"
With a cry that split the sky, he tore them apart.
Bone cracked. Flesh snapped. The sound — not human.
OA's ribcage opened like paper.
And there—
on the soaked road—
his heart fell.
Still beating.
Still trying to live.
OA's body collapsed.
Face torn. Spirit gone.
Asahi stood tall.
Chest heaving. Blood dripping from his hands like black ink.
He stared at the heart.
Then walked.
Each step shook the silence.
He knelt.
The heart pulsed.
Once...
…Twice.
Then— it moved.
It rose.
Asahi's eye widened.
"No way…"
The heart floated toward the hole in his stomach—
the place OA impaled him.
And slowly… like it belonged there all along…
It went inside.
"Agh… ARARARARARA!!"
His body jolted.
Pain tore through every nerve.
He collapsed.
Fingers clawed at the ground.
Blood spilled from his lips.
His vision shook—
Then he heard it.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
His heart.
His heartbeat.
But louder.
Different.
Almost… foreign.
Asahi: (I… I can hear it. My heart…)
He tried to sit.
Agony screamed through his body.
His right eye — now red — glinted under the blood-soaked moonlight.
He touched his stomach.
The wound… was closing.
Blood stopped.
Flesh was… healing.
Not through medicine.
Not by time.
Something inside was doing it.
Something else.
Asahi: (What the hell is happening… inside me?)
He panted. Looked around —
The street was dead.
OA's corpse forgotten.
Alone.
Truly alone.
"MA…" he whispered.
Silence.
"MA…!"
No sarcasm.
No logic.
No curses.
Just—nothing.
He clutched his head.
"Shit… he's not responding…"
Silence.
Not peace.
Not stillness.
Void.
A silence that ate sound itself.
His breath hitched.
Faster.
Shallow.
Like the air was thinning.
Vision flickering.
His limbs—cold.
Asahi: "I… I have to go back to my dimension…"
coughs — blood splatters his palm
CLANG—!!
A trash bin crashes over.
The echo—too loud.
Asahi jolts.
Eyes wide.
Chest heaving.
"…Huh…?"
He blinked.
The world blurred in static.
His eyes scanned the empty road.
Flickering lamplight.
Faint drizzle.
"Must be… the wind…"
But even his voice trembled.
The air was colder now.
Like something invisible had just walked past.
He turned slowly.
The wind brushed past again.
Harder.
Sharper.
Like claws grazing skin.
No sound.
No birds.
No passing cars.
No heartbeat.
Like he'd gone deaf.
He gritted his teeth.
Held his bleeding stomach.
Tried to stand.
Every nerve screamed.
Something brushed his back.
Not wind.
Flesh.
His heart jumped.
He spun around—
"HUH?!"
Nothing.
Just empty road.
He exhaled—
short. Quick. Terrified.
"I'm hallucinating… I have to go back—"
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
His heart again.
But deeper.
Heavier.
No—
It wasn't just his.
Another rhythm.
Another beat.
Right behind him.
He froze.
Eyes trembling.
Then—he saw it.
Air cracked.
Like glass breaking in slow motion.
A hand emerged.
Flesh-colored.
Veins pulsing.
Then—
A leg.
Tattered pants.
A clean, white shirt.
Not a speck of blood.
His foot stepped into reality.
Then another.
He walked out of the void
Like it was a door he'd always known.
His face—
Unholy.
Scars carved across his jaw.
One massive scar over his left eye—blinded.
Fingers cracked like burnt porcelain.
White hair hung over his face like threads of death.
Eyes—glowing with a stillness that killed.
But worst of all—
It was Asahi.
And he smiled.
Not cruel.
Not mad.
Patient.
Like a beast that had waited long enough.
He tilted his head.
"Kon'nichiwa, Asahi."
The cold night swallowed the city whole.
A pale drizzle kissed the broken pavement. Streetlights flickered—nervous, weak—like they, too, sensed what was coming.
Asahi stood there, swaying like a corpse refusing to fall. Blood painted his lips. His body—cracked. Torn. His breath, ragged. Each inhale felt like swallowing glass.
And across from him—
He stood.
The Other.
Himself.
But not.
White hair like ghost threads.
A blind left eye covered by thick scar tissue.
Only one hand. Yet he towered, impossibly still.
Like a divine punishment given shape.
A smile curled on the Other Asahi's face—Unholy. Delirious. Calm.
"Hey… Asahi~"
His voice dragged like a corpse through mud.
"Come down, my man… you're the blessed one. Please—act like it."
Asahi blinked. Blood dripped from his chin.
He smiled… weakly.
"Again… next one, huh?"
Then, colder—
"So… gonna kill me now?"
The Other grinned wider.
"Ooo, don't be rude…"
He stepped forward.
Asahi's eyes snapped wide.
"HEY—STAY THERE!"
He coughed, spat blood, and stumbled backward.
But the Other didn't care.
"I understand… I understand..."
That grin still carved across his face.
"Anyway…"
His voice turned to steel.
"You're going to die."
Then came the ringing.
Not outside—inside.
His ears screamed.
BA's voice—wailing in his skull.
His head spun. His body—numb.
And yet—the Other Asahi stood tall. Unmoved. Patient.
Like a man already mourning the dead.
"Looks like your end is near… Asahi."
Asahi smiled… barely.
His body trembled.
But his eyes—burned.
"Is it… so?"
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
The sound of his blood boiling in defiance.
"RARRARARARARA!!"
He screamed.
And launched forward.
Ribs cracked—he ignored them.
A flying punch—his last ounce of strength.
But the Other Asahi—
Vanished.
Gone.
In mid-air—Asahi gasped.
"HUH?!"
Too late.
The Other was beside him.
Silent. Close. Murderous.
"Tsk… I expected more."
And then—
The vision.
It struck Asahi like a flood of needles.
In the Dimensional Dream—
He was dead.
His body—ripped open.
Liver outside.
Intestines wrapped around his neck like a rope.
Both eyes gouged out.
His mouth—stitched closed.
The Other Asahi stood above him—like a god.
Holding FA's head.
BLOOD FLOWING
BLOOD
BLOOD
BLOOD
BLOOD
BLOOD
BLOOD
BLOOD
BLOOD
Asahi snapped back.
His chest heaved.
Panic.
Terror.
Shame.
He fell to his knees.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
A trembling breath left his lungs.
Then—
He screamed.
"RARRARARARARRA!!"
Clutching his own body.
Tears mixed with blood.
"NO—NO—NO!! RARARRA!!"
His forehead slammed into the ground.
CRACK.
Once.
CRACK.
Twice.
Blood.
Split skin.
He kept going.
Until—
"STOP IT!!"
The Other's voice shook.
That twisted smile finally… faded.
Asahi looked up.
Eyes—soulless.
Mouth open, but no voice came.
Only pain leaked out.
"HEY! HEY!" the Other shouted again.
But Asahi didn't answer.
The Other snapped—
He drove a fist into Asahi's ribs.
SHATTER.
Bone crushed.
Asahi flew—
SLAM—into a metal pole.
He didn't cry.
He didn't scream.
But he rose.
Stumbling.
Bleeding.
Insane.
He ran.
RAN.
"ARARARRARRAARARARRARRA"
Chest caved in.
Body dying.
But he ran.
Behind him, the Other Asahi walked.
Casually.
Faster.
Faster.
That smile returning.
Asahi wailed—
"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!
ARARARARAR!!"
And then—
He was caught.
A vice grip on his throat.
The Other.
Fingers curled around his neck like fate itself.
No air. No escape.
Asahi twisted, eyes wide, veins bulging—
"HUH—!?"
And then—
Both hands.
Jammed down his throat.
A disgusting, wet SCHLUKK.
Like metal scraping into a stuffed corpse.
Asahi convulsed—
GAGGED.
CHOKED.
His teeth scraped against the fingers.
Blood. Drool. Panic.
"RRRRRR—!!"
Helpless.
Like a rabbit under a blade.
Tears burst from his eyes, streaming down in hot red lines—
Not just water.
Blood. From the ducts.
His body shook.
His hands—
Clawing at nothing.
The Other leaned in.
Smiling.
Deadly calm.
"How is it, huh…
HUH?!"
Asahi's mouth—stuffed.
His lungs—screaming for air.
His soul—ripping at the seams.
His tongue twitched.
He tried to scream.
He tried to plead.
But no one was listening.
The Other—
He pulled.
Asahi's lips—
Split like soaked cloth.
Tearing. Peeling. Exposing bone beneath.
"ARARARARARRAAR!!"
His scream was warped—choked.
Like a demon crying through shattered glass.
His jaw—
Cracked. Once. Twice.
The sound?
Like stone breaking underwater.
His face— Stretched. Deformed. Slipping from human.
Then—
SNAP.
His lower jaw—
Detached.
Hung like torn curtains of flesh and tendon.
Flapping. Swinging.
Asahi's eyes—blood-soaked—locked with the Other's.
Still begging.
Still there.
Still human.
And then—
The Other screamed.
"RARARARARARRA!!"
And tore.
The jaw ripped clean off—
Veins snapping.
Tendons whipping like wires.
A geyser of blood.
It flew—
SLAPPED the road.
Like garbage.
Asahi's knees collapsed.
He didn't fall—
He sank.
His body finally giving up.
His head tilted.
Eyes still open.
Still crying.
But the tears had turned to blood.
And the blood… wasn't stopping.
His mouth tried to move.
But there was no mouth left.
No voice.
No scream.
No goodbye.
Just blood.
And silence.
He dropped—
Face first.
Onto concrete.
A twitch.
Then—
Nothing.
He died.
He died in pain so loud it could silence gods.
He died remembering his mother.
Anari's smile.
His father's voice.
FA's screams.
All of it.
Gone.
And The Other?
He stood above him.
Grinning.
Breathing deep—like it was ecstasy.
"Is this why you died, FA?"
(he laughed)
"You pathetic bastard…"
And laughed.
A sound that ripped through the sky.
That made reality bend and dreams shatter.
A laugh that echoed across dimensions.
Across timelines.
Across the broken soul of a boy who just wanted to live.
Asahi—
Died in pain that will echo forever.