A deep, suffocating silence.
The Dimensional Dream stood still. No wind. No sound. Just an endless, frozen void.
FA exhaled sharply. His eyes locked onto the lifeless body before him.
FA: (Muttering, watching the unmoving figure.)
"Huh…"
Nothing.
No movement.
Just emptiness.
FA: (Sighing, running a hand through his hair.)
"When will he come back…?"
He sat down, resting his arms on his knees.
He had been waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
Then—
A shift.
A twitch.
A single, slow movement.
FA's eyes snapped up.
FA: (Blinking, heart skipping a beat.)
"Oh!"
The body moved.
Fingers pressed against the cold, unseen floor.
Arms trembled, struggling.
And then—it rose.
Slowly.
Weakly.
But surely.
Something was changing.
Something was evolving.
FA's breath caught in his throat.
His eyes narrowed, watching carefully.
FA: (Murmuring, voice laced with tension.)
"Huh… what's happening…?"
He squinted.
The figure was different now.
Taller.Sharper.
His body refined itself.His presence thickened.
And then—the marks appeared.
A black tattoo burned itself into his neck.
His silver earrings gleamed—newly formed.
His white hair lengthened slightly, flowing down messily, yet perfectly balanced.
FA: (Eyes widening, realization sinking in.)
"Huh… he even looks stylish now…?"
He stared in disbelief.
This wasn't just Asahi.
This wasn't just MA.
This was something else.
Then—
The figure slowly lifted his head.
And FA's breath stopped.
Because his eyes…
FA: (Tensing, body stiffening.)
"Huh… his eyes are the same."
Not just Asahi's.
Not just MA's.
They were both.
Then—
A smirk.
A voice.
Asahi: (Slowly, lazily, but effortlessly dominant.)
"Yo."
FA froze.
A simple greeting—yet something about it felt overwhelming.
FA: (Body tensing, instincts warning him.)
"Huh…?"
The air felt different.
Colder.
Stronger.
Then—Asahi laughed lightly.
Asahi: (Raising a hand dismissively, voice casual.)
"Hey, hey, don't worry."
His tone was relaxed.
His movements smooth.
But FA could feel it.
This wasn't just Asahi Rentaro anymore.
FA: (Narrowing his eyes, hesitating.)
"What… happened to him?"
A pause.
Then—Asahi smiled.
Slow. Unshaken. Unstoppable.
Asahi: (Smirking, pointing at his own open chest.)
"This."
FA's eyes widened.
Then—realization crashed into him.
FA: (Muttering, heartbeat pounding.)
"Huh… oh…"
His breathing stilled.
His mind raced.
FA: (Eyes flashing with clarity.)
"Did he… did he control MA…?"
It all made sense.
The tattoo. The earrings. The hair. The presence.
This wasn't a new person.
This wasn't just a fusion.
This was Asahi Rentaro.
And yet…
There was something more.
FA: (Swallowing, looking Asahi over carefully.)
(He slightly looks like MA…)
But—this time, MA wasn't in control.
He wasn't a separate entity.
He was inside.
A part of Asahi.
The Dimensional Dream stood still.
A void where time, pain, and suffering merged into one.
FA's heart pounded.
Asahi—no, something beyond Asahi—stood before him.
Cold. Calculating. An existence that should not be.
FA: (Tensing, voice uneasy.)
"What are you gonna do now…?"
A simple question.
But the answer felt heavier than reality itself.
Asahi: (Slowly lifting his gaze, his voice devoid of all emotion.)
"I'm going to loop."
FA: (Eyes widening, stepping forward.)
"Uh… not like this…"
A hesitation. A moment of fear.
Asahi's expression didn't change.
His stare was unreadable.
Asahi: (Colder than ever.)
"Why?"
The way he said it—like he wasn't even questioning.
Like he was just testing FA.
Like he already knew the answer.
FA: (Gritting his teeth, voice firm.)
"If you loop now… the hole in your chest…"
He swallowed.
"That wound might still be there!"
A silence.
A cold, dragging pause.
Then—Asahi smirked.
Asahi: (Low, dangerous.)
"Huh… no. It won't be."
FA's stomach twisted.
FA: (Blinking, confused.)
"Huh…?"
Then—Asahi explained.
His voice, not reassuring. Not even amused. Just… matter-of-fact.
Asahi: (Speaking like he's already figured out the laws of existence.)
"This damage was made in the dream."
A cold breath.
A step forward.
"When something happens in your dream… you wake up fine, right?"
FA: (Realization hitting him.)
"Uh… you're right."
His breath caught in his throat.
(He's changed…)
(He doesn't ask anymore. He just KNOWS.)
(He's predicting everything on his own…)
A deep, sickening feeling settled in FA's chest.
(I feel… useless.)
Asahi: (Calm, yet absolute.)
"FA."
FA snapped out of his thoughts.
His gaze lifted.
FA: (Blinking.)
"Huh?"
A pause.
A shift in the air.
Then—Asahi's voice, steady and dead.
Asahi: (Coldly.)
"In case something happens… just take my memories."
FA: (Eyes widening, heart sinking.)
"Mmm… okay."
Slowly—he stepped forward.
His hand, trembling just slightly, pressed against Asahi's forehead.
Then—
The transfer began.
A surge.
A flood of endless suffering.
A million memories, colliding.
FA: (Screaming, his voice twisting with the weight of what he saw.)
"ARARARARARARARAR!"
His body jerked violently. His mind split apart and reconstructed itself all at once.
His breath was ragged.
His hands shook.
FA: (Staggering back, his chest rising and falling, eyes darkened.)
"Hah… hah…"
He looked at Asahi.
Asahi didn't even flinch.
Just stood there. Watching.
Like this was nothing to him.
FA: (Eyes flickering, realization hitting.)
(They've been fused…)
He swallowed.
(I just saw MA's memories…)
(His suffering… his torment… his descent into insanity…)
FA's breath hitched.
(And yet Asahi stands like nothing happened.)
A shiver crawled up his spine.
FA: (Mind racing, realization growing darker.)
(Something is wrong…)
(MA's and Asahi's memories have fused—yet Asahi acts like NOTHING changed?)
His gaze drifted to Asahi's new form.
(So that's why his body changed…)
A new Asahi
One that carries every suffering, every loop, every past, and yet…
Still stands.
A deep silence.
Then—Asahi spoke.
His voice was dead.
His words sent a chill through the void.
Asahi: (Softly, yet filled with unbearable weight.)
"So…"
FA felt his stomach drop.
FA: (Breathing heavily, mind racing.)
(Now… he carries all the memories of MA, the Black Man, and himself…)
(He is suffering more than I thought.)
But Asahi's expression never changed.
It was like he had already accepted the pain.
No. Not just accepted.
Owned it.
Asahi: (Slowly, voice colder than ever.)
"So who was the one who broke the Dimensional Sphere, huh?"
A question that carried the weight of every nightmare.
FA clenched his fists.
A deep breath.
And then—
FA: (Voice steady, but sharp.)
"According to MA's and my memories…"
A pause.
A heavy, crushing silence.
FA: (Breathes in, exhaling slowly.)
"I don't know."
Asahi: (Exhaling, voice dragging like a death sentence.)
"Ahhh…"
A moment of pure emptiness.
Then—
FA: (Stepping forward, voice cutting through the void.)
"BUT I KNOW ONE THING!"
Asahi: (Slowly turning his head, eyes locking onto FA.)
"Huh?"
FA: (Voice sharp, final, undeniable.)
"He is the one who killed me!"
A suffocating silence.
FA watched Asahi, but his expression wasn't tense anymore.
It was certain.
Because the man standing before him was no longer the same Asahi Rentaro.
This was something else.
Asahi: (Smirking, voice deep and unreadable.)
"So… he is the one who killed ahhhh…"
His voice dragged.
Not in sadness.
Not in rage.
But in amusement.
Like this revelation didn't scare him. It excited him.
FA: (Simply nodding.)
"Mmmmmm."
He wasn't surprised by Asahi's reaction.
He had already accepted it.
Because this Asahi… no, this MONSTER… only saw everything as a challenge.
Asahi: (Still smirking, voice casual.)
"Don't worry."
A pause.
Then, a cold promise.
"We can kill him."
FA: (Glancing at him, internally thinking.)
(Mmm… He's stronger than him… 10 times stronger…)
Asahi: (Stretching his arms, eyes half-lidded, completely relaxed.)
"Now, loop me."
A simple command.
Like he was just going back home.
Like dying and repeating time was just a normal part of life.
FA: (Sighing slightly, nodding.)
"Mmmmm… okay."
Then—it began.
Pain.
A crushing, searing PAIN.
Asahi's head pounded violently, splitting apart.
His vision blurred.
His mind collapsed inward, folding into itself.
Then—
FA whispered one last thing.
FA: (Smirking, voice filled with something unknown.)
"When you go back… you will find out one thing."
A pause.
Then, with a knowing chuckle—
"It's a surprise."
Asahi's vision faded.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Then—
BLACK.
LOOP RESET.
His eyes slowly opened.
Same room.
Same time.
8:30 AM.
But something was different.
Asahi: (Sitting up, running a hand through his hair.)
(I am changing in every loop.)
His voice was colder than before.
Less human.
More… aware.
He moved without hesitation.
Opened the drawer.
Took the eyepatch.
Wore it without thinking.
His body moved automatically.
Like he had already done this a thousand times.
Like he wasn't even questioning it anymore.
The Bathroom Mirror.
The moment he entered, he froze.
Not out of fear.
Not out of shock.
But out of observation.
Asahi: (Staring at himself, voice low.)
"Ahhh…"
What he saw was… not just him.
It was a monster wearing his face.
The New Asahi Rentaro.
Eyes asking for sleep—but never getting it
Silver earrings glinting against the dim light.
A deep, black tattoo crawling over his neck.
One eye—normal. Human. But cold.
The other—hidden beneath the white eyepatch Anari gave him.
His lips—wet, as if he had barely stopped breathing heavily.
His one visible eye was sharp, calm, but… empty.
And his covered eye?
It felt like it was watching him… even through the eyepatch.
He examined himself carefully.
His skin normal.
His body… intact.
Asahi: (Frowning slightly, running a hand over his chest.)
"Huh… I thought there would be a hole in my chest."
Nothing.
Not a single mark.
I WAS RIGHT!
What happened in the Dimensional Dream… stayed in the Dimensional Dream.
But something else was still there.
Not a wound.
Not a scar.
Something worse.
The reflection in the mirror.
A man who looked like him—but wasn't.
Asahi: (Whispering, voice unreadable.)
"Is this really me?"
He stared deep into his own reflection.
But it didn't feel like looking at himself.
It felt like staring at something else.
Something… watching him back.
His eyes didn't blink.
Not even once.
Asahi: (Softly, voice dragging.)
"My eyes… haven't blinked since that incident."
Since Anari rejected him.
A long, slow breath.
Then—he moved.
Grabbed a shirt that covered his neck.
A stylish one.
Something that fit his new existence.
He buttoned it up.
Fixed his sleeves.
Rolled his shoulders slightly.
Then, once again—he faced the mirror.
A pause.
Then—
Asahi: (Smirking slightly.)
"I look good."