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Title: One of Many
Fandom: [Dot]Hack & Umineko -when they cry fusion (No Umineko characters used in this).
Rating: SFW
Warnings: Major spoilers for the plot in Umineko. If you haven't met Claire yet, don't read this.
Summary: Ovan's been trapped in a cycle of death that won't end until he names the true killer. (No knowledge of Umineko necessary except for this: If it is said in red, it is the truth.).
Notes: One offhand comment and suddenly, I find myself here. Since Haseo is obviously a certain person due to all of his personas, Ovan is obviously his opponent. I took part of the dialogue directly from Umineko, because this part has stuck with me throughout all these years.
"I will say it again in red: You are all alone on this island. And of course, I am not you. Yet I am here, now, and am about to kill you." The Terror of Death smiles down upon him, and Ovan feels a chill run down his spine. This night has endlessly replayed for what feels like centuries, and he remains no closer to the answer.
"Who am I?"
Ovan thinks back over the games they have played and all the variations. If there are clues, he's missed them. He's gone over every conversation, searched through every scene. With every variation, he's left even more confused.
"Sora," he says, licking his lips. He's reaching, he knows he is. Sora, for all his madness and playful attempts at violence and murder, always dies first. He always dies alone, sometimes his death isn't discovered at all. He fades away without leaving a trace.
Red eyes flicker. The Terror of Death considers him. "Sora is dead." A pause, not for breath because he has no need for it. "I killed him."
The sound of a knife being drawn echoes throughout the empty space they exist in. Ovan closes his eyes, preparing for yet another meaningless death. Another confusing mess of a game.
"Skeith," he says quietly, naming someone he hasn't thought of before. Skeith's order in the chain of deaths is always random, he's never first, but he's never among the last either. His death is always slow and painful, sometimes leaving him alive for hours after everyone else. Ovan cannot be blamed for looking away.
"Skeith is dead," The Terror of Death says, in the same tone that one might comment on their dinner. "I killed him."
Light glints, blood spreads from the corners. Ovan is close to something, but he doesn't know what (he's not dead yet). He replays the games in his mind, trying to find the link between Skeith and Sora. They're brothers, he remembers, information that had came up in the very first game. There's a another he recalls, younger than them both.
"Haseo," he breathes, closing his eyes and waiting for the reaper's scythe to drop. The youngest brother; brash, loud and as impatient as the rest. He always dies last (just before Ovan himself). Ovan has named him before, suspicious of his longevity, but as always:
"Haseo is dead." He can hear the grin in The Terror of Death's words. "I killed him."
Ovan can feel the blade at his neck. This is farther than he's ever gotten. On sheer accident, he's found the thread (is it all three of them?). The order is important somehow. They are important. He mentally flips through all the information he has on the three brothers.
Haseo and Sora are full siblings, Skeith is Sora's fraternal twin and also their half-brother. Their family is complicated. He's never seen any of them in the same room before outside of scenes where they are alone with each other. A name floats up amidst the information, a man who is always talked of, but who has never actually appeared in person (that he knows of at least).
"Ryou," Ovan opens his eyes, staring directly into The Terror of Death's eyes. He's done it, he's named his killer. "Your name is Ryou," he states firmly, confidently.
The Terror of Death laughs. It is not a joyful sound, the laugh of a man who has nothing else to lose and nothing else to live for. "Ryou is but one name of many."
"You know my name," Misaki Ryou says, seated on his throne of bones. "Now find me."
"I've been beside you all along."
With that, the scythe falls, ending Ovan's life and beginning another game of death.
Fandom: [Dot]Hack & Umineko -when they cry fusion (No Umineko characters used in this).
Rating: SFW
Warnings: Major spoilers for the plot in Umineko. If you haven't met Claire yet, don't read this.
Summary: Ovan's been trapped in a cycle of death that won't end until he names the true killer. (No knowledge of Umineko necessary except for this: If it is said in red, it is the truth.).
Notes: One offhand comment and suddenly, I find myself here. Since Haseo is obviously a certain person due to all of his personas, Ovan is obviously his opponent. I took part of the dialogue directly from Umineko, because this part has stuck with me throughout all these years.
"I will say it again in red: You are all alone on this island. And of course, I am not you. Yet I am here, now, and am about to kill you." The Terror of Death smiles down upon him, and Ovan feels a chill run down his spine. This night has endlessly replayed for what feels like centuries, and he remains no closer to the answer.
"Who am I?"
Ovan thinks back over the games they have played and all the variations. If there are clues, he's missed them. He's gone over every conversation, searched through every scene. With every variation, he's left even more confused.
"Sora," he says, licking his lips. He's reaching, he knows he is. Sora, for all his madness and playful attempts at violence and murder, always dies first. He always dies alone, sometimes his death isn't discovered at all. He fades away without leaving a trace.
Red eyes flicker. The Terror of Death considers him. "Sora is dead." A pause, not for breath because he has no need for it. "I killed him."
The sound of a knife being drawn echoes throughout the empty space they exist in. Ovan closes his eyes, preparing for yet another meaningless death. Another confusing mess of a game.
"Skeith," he says quietly, naming someone he hasn't thought of before. Skeith's order in the chain of deaths is always random, he's never first, but he's never among the last either. His death is always slow and painful, sometimes leaving him alive for hours after everyone else. Ovan cannot be blamed for looking away.
"Skeith is dead," The Terror of Death says, in the same tone that one might comment on their dinner. "I killed him."
Light glints, blood spreads from the corners. Ovan is close to something, but he doesn't know what (he's not dead yet). He replays the games in his mind, trying to find the link between Skeith and Sora. They're brothers, he remembers, information that had came up in the very first game. There's a another he recalls, younger than them both.
"Haseo," he breathes, closing his eyes and waiting for the reaper's scythe to drop. The youngest brother; brash, loud and as impatient as the rest. He always dies last (just before Ovan himself). Ovan has named him before, suspicious of his longevity, but as always:
"Haseo is dead." He can hear the grin in The Terror of Death's words. "I killed him."
Ovan can feel the blade at his neck. This is farther than he's ever gotten. On sheer accident, he's found the thread (is it all three of them?). The order is important somehow. They are important. He mentally flips through all the information he has on the three brothers.
Haseo and Sora are full siblings, Skeith is Sora's fraternal twin and also their half-brother. Their family is complicated. He's never seen any of them in the same room before outside of scenes where they are alone with each other. A name floats up amidst the information, a man who is always talked of, but who has never actually appeared in person (that he knows of at least).
"Ryou," Ovan opens his eyes, staring directly into The Terror of Death's eyes. He's done it, he's named his killer. "Your name is Ryou," he states firmly, confidently.
The Terror of Death laughs. It is not a joyful sound, the laugh of a man who has nothing else to lose and nothing else to live for. "Ryou is but one name of many."
"You know my name," Misaki Ryou says, seated on his throne of bones. "Now find me."
"I've been beside you all along."
With that, the scythe falls, ending Ovan's life and beginning another game of death.
