Feather-Meister
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This is my first attempt at writting a story of this sort, and it's based off of the character Naoto Shirogane from the game/anime Persona 4. If you are unfamiliar with the source, you may have to do some image searches as I didn't provide very extensive physical character appearances
enjoy and stay tuned
Chapter 1 ( no tickling, just suspense😉 )
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Naoto Shirogane was putting all of his training and knowledge to the test. In an attempt to lure the Serial Murderer of Inaba out of hiding, he had accepted to take part in a televised interview. It had come to his attention that those previously targeted by the killer had all appeared on the news, or had been televised in some capacity. Judging by the state Noato currently found himself in, his hypothesis was correct.
Naoto was shackled, spread-eagle, to what appeared to be an operating table. His surroundings were dark, very hard to make out any details. What he could make out was reminiscent of some sort of testing facility, a secret base or a bunker from a spy movie. Naoto struggled against his bounds momentarily, trying to discover a weak point, or to perhaps slip through them. His mind raced, as he tried to collect as much helpful data as he could. The last thing he could recall was a knock on his door back home; he had answered the door, and blacked out shortly afterwards. As Naoto continued to try recalling events, as well as to break free of the restraints, he noticed a figure looming closer, out of the shadows.
“Ah, you’re finally awake, are you?” the figure asked.
Naoto got a better look at his captor as it walked closer to him. He strained his eyes, soaking in every detail. He had finally discovered the Serial Murderer, and would not let them slip through his fingers. The murderer was short, seemingly lanky, seemingly male, and dressed in a lab coat that was clearly too long for him. He appeared to be no older than Naoto was himself, which struck Naoto as odd. Could this be the Moriarty to Naoto’s Sherlock? Naoto lifted his gaze to the face of the killer only to find that…
“You! You’re…” Naoto stammered, as shock took hold of him
“I’m you.” Finished the murderer.
The killer was seemingly identical to Naoto. Naoto’s mind tried to wrap itself around this development. A twin he’d never been told of? Some form of illusion to confuse him? What could be the cause of this doppelganger’s visage? And what of his cryptic response, ‘I’m you’? An impossible claim.
“What do you mean ‘I’m you’?” Naoto demanded, continuing to struggle against his bonds.
“Exactly that,” responded the killer, “You are me and I am you. I’m your shadow.”
“My Shadow?”
“Precisely. I know everything there is to know about you, from your deepest wishes…” trailed the Other Naoto, “To your darkest secret”
“My…my secret?” Naoto hesitated, “I have no secrets. My business is uncovering secrets; I do not trade in them. I don’t know who you are, or how you’ve managed to replicate my appearance, but I do know that you are the Serial Murderer of Inaba, and I’ll be stopping your game here and now”
“Impetuous talk for someone strapped to a table,” chuckled the Other Naoto, “As I said, I AM you; your shadow. It’s no wonder we share appearances. And as for not having secrets, we both know that’s a lie.”
Naoto glared at his doppelganger, trying to maintain his general composure. What was it about this person that had him so off-kilter? It usually took a lot more to fluster Naoto, but he now found his heart-rate rising, his voice was failing him, and worst of all, his mind was betraying him. He couldn’t keep up with the stimulus of this conversation with “himself”, and was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and uncertain of the outcome of his predicament. The Shadow Naoto reached forward and lightly brushed a hand against Naoto’s cheek.
“Such smooth skin…” muttered the Shadow, “and sensitive too. We’ve always hated it haven’t we? It is a large detriment to police work, being a detective, to be so delicate.”
Naoto remained silent, trying to piece together what his “shadow” was getting at.
“We’ve done everything we can to put forth an air of strength, of masculinity, so that we would be successful in our line of work, and to carry on the family legacy. But that’s all it’s been, hasn’t it? An air, a façade. What better a façade than that of a genius prodigy detective, cool and collected, unshaken and mature beyond our years? It’s everything we’re not, isn’t it?”
Naoto gulped. How could this “shadow” know his thoughts, that he wasn’t what he seemed…?
“And what are we really, Naoto? What don’t we want the world to know about us?” The Shadow smiled wickedly, “The truth about us is that we’re not the bold young man we claim to be, we’re not the ‘Detective Prince’ we’ve been labeled as. We are nothing but a frightened, sensitive little girl!”
Naoto gasped, then quickly stifled herself, not wanting to allow this shadow the upper hand. How did it know? How could it possibly have this information, this secret Naoto had been so careful to protect. It was time to try and turn the conversation around, before things got out of hand. Naoto feigned a condescending smile.
“You speak nonsense,” she spat, “You are clearly not me, and I’m offended that a simpleton such as yourself would deign to compare yourself to me. You will release me now, before you do something you regret, and I’ll do what I can to lessen your sentence.”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” the shadow requested.
“I said: ‘you’re not me’…” Naoto repeated
The Shadow shot forth a hand covering Naoto’s mouth.
“Well if I’m not ‘you’ anymore, I guess that means I’m ‘me’ now” laughed the Shadow. The Other Naoto was engulfed in a dark flame and began to transform before Naoto’s now very frightened eyes. The Shadow now appeared as half Naoto, half cyborg, with what seemed to be airplane wings sprouted from its back.
“Why must you lie to yourself, little girl? What does it provide you but isolation and pain? You are a child, a gentle little girl, you have no place as a detective, and should run home to where your grandfather can protect you” prodded the Shadow.
Naoto winced at this claim. Then her blood boiled.
“Shut up! Shut up right now! Me, nothing but a weak and frightened child? Ridiculous!” Naoto shouted at her captor, “I am the Detective Prince, Naoto Shirogane, and I will make you pay for your crimes. Calling me delicate and sensitive, don’t make me laugh. “
“Still you maintain your lies. Not sensitive, you say?” the Shadow shook its head solemnly, “I’ve already told you numerous times, I am you. Because I’m you, I know everything about you. You don’t think I don’t know the thing you hate most in this world? You don’t think I can’t prove your words false?”
The Shadow walked behind the table Naoto was strapped to, out of sight. Naoto’s heart raced faster as she struggled in vain against her restraints. She could feel an uncontrollable dread rising in herself, and she hopelessly tried to convince herself that the Shadow was lying. If it wasn’t, her situation was about to become much worse. As she assessed her position, she realized why she had been bound spread-eagle, and it bolstered the Shadow’s claim. She felt her cheeks flush as all the pieces fell into place in her mind, and she felt a small shriek escape her throat as she felt the Shadow’s hands dart forth from behind her head, knowing all too well what was about to follow…
TO BE CONTINUED
enjoy and stay tuned
Chapter 1 ( no tickling, just suspense😉 )
________________________________________________________________
Naoto Shirogane was putting all of his training and knowledge to the test. In an attempt to lure the Serial Murderer of Inaba out of hiding, he had accepted to take part in a televised interview. It had come to his attention that those previously targeted by the killer had all appeared on the news, or had been televised in some capacity. Judging by the state Noato currently found himself in, his hypothesis was correct.
Naoto was shackled, spread-eagle, to what appeared to be an operating table. His surroundings were dark, very hard to make out any details. What he could make out was reminiscent of some sort of testing facility, a secret base or a bunker from a spy movie. Naoto struggled against his bounds momentarily, trying to discover a weak point, or to perhaps slip through them. His mind raced, as he tried to collect as much helpful data as he could. The last thing he could recall was a knock on his door back home; he had answered the door, and blacked out shortly afterwards. As Naoto continued to try recalling events, as well as to break free of the restraints, he noticed a figure looming closer, out of the shadows.
“Ah, you’re finally awake, are you?” the figure asked.
Naoto got a better look at his captor as it walked closer to him. He strained his eyes, soaking in every detail. He had finally discovered the Serial Murderer, and would not let them slip through his fingers. The murderer was short, seemingly lanky, seemingly male, and dressed in a lab coat that was clearly too long for him. He appeared to be no older than Naoto was himself, which struck Naoto as odd. Could this be the Moriarty to Naoto’s Sherlock? Naoto lifted his gaze to the face of the killer only to find that…
“You! You’re…” Naoto stammered, as shock took hold of him
“I’m you.” Finished the murderer.
The killer was seemingly identical to Naoto. Naoto’s mind tried to wrap itself around this development. A twin he’d never been told of? Some form of illusion to confuse him? What could be the cause of this doppelganger’s visage? And what of his cryptic response, ‘I’m you’? An impossible claim.
“What do you mean ‘I’m you’?” Naoto demanded, continuing to struggle against his bonds.
“Exactly that,” responded the killer, “You are me and I am you. I’m your shadow.”
“My Shadow?”
“Precisely. I know everything there is to know about you, from your deepest wishes…” trailed the Other Naoto, “To your darkest secret”
“My…my secret?” Naoto hesitated, “I have no secrets. My business is uncovering secrets; I do not trade in them. I don’t know who you are, or how you’ve managed to replicate my appearance, but I do know that you are the Serial Murderer of Inaba, and I’ll be stopping your game here and now”
“Impetuous talk for someone strapped to a table,” chuckled the Other Naoto, “As I said, I AM you; your shadow. It’s no wonder we share appearances. And as for not having secrets, we both know that’s a lie.”
Naoto glared at his doppelganger, trying to maintain his general composure. What was it about this person that had him so off-kilter? It usually took a lot more to fluster Naoto, but he now found his heart-rate rising, his voice was failing him, and worst of all, his mind was betraying him. He couldn’t keep up with the stimulus of this conversation with “himself”, and was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and uncertain of the outcome of his predicament. The Shadow Naoto reached forward and lightly brushed a hand against Naoto’s cheek.
“Such smooth skin…” muttered the Shadow, “and sensitive too. We’ve always hated it haven’t we? It is a large detriment to police work, being a detective, to be so delicate.”
Naoto remained silent, trying to piece together what his “shadow” was getting at.
“We’ve done everything we can to put forth an air of strength, of masculinity, so that we would be successful in our line of work, and to carry on the family legacy. But that’s all it’s been, hasn’t it? An air, a façade. What better a façade than that of a genius prodigy detective, cool and collected, unshaken and mature beyond our years? It’s everything we’re not, isn’t it?”
Naoto gulped. How could this “shadow” know his thoughts, that he wasn’t what he seemed…?
“And what are we really, Naoto? What don’t we want the world to know about us?” The Shadow smiled wickedly, “The truth about us is that we’re not the bold young man we claim to be, we’re not the ‘Detective Prince’ we’ve been labeled as. We are nothing but a frightened, sensitive little girl!”
Naoto gasped, then quickly stifled herself, not wanting to allow this shadow the upper hand. How did it know? How could it possibly have this information, this secret Naoto had been so careful to protect. It was time to try and turn the conversation around, before things got out of hand. Naoto feigned a condescending smile.
“You speak nonsense,” she spat, “You are clearly not me, and I’m offended that a simpleton such as yourself would deign to compare yourself to me. You will release me now, before you do something you regret, and I’ll do what I can to lessen your sentence.”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” the shadow requested.
“I said: ‘you’re not me’…” Naoto repeated
The Shadow shot forth a hand covering Naoto’s mouth.
“Well if I’m not ‘you’ anymore, I guess that means I’m ‘me’ now” laughed the Shadow. The Other Naoto was engulfed in a dark flame and began to transform before Naoto’s now very frightened eyes. The Shadow now appeared as half Naoto, half cyborg, with what seemed to be airplane wings sprouted from its back.
“Why must you lie to yourself, little girl? What does it provide you but isolation and pain? You are a child, a gentle little girl, you have no place as a detective, and should run home to where your grandfather can protect you” prodded the Shadow.
Naoto winced at this claim. Then her blood boiled.
“Shut up! Shut up right now! Me, nothing but a weak and frightened child? Ridiculous!” Naoto shouted at her captor, “I am the Detective Prince, Naoto Shirogane, and I will make you pay for your crimes. Calling me delicate and sensitive, don’t make me laugh. “
“Still you maintain your lies. Not sensitive, you say?” the Shadow shook its head solemnly, “I’ve already told you numerous times, I am you. Because I’m you, I know everything about you. You don’t think I don’t know the thing you hate most in this world? You don’t think I can’t prove your words false?”
The Shadow walked behind the table Naoto was strapped to, out of sight. Naoto’s heart raced faster as she struggled in vain against her restraints. She could feel an uncontrollable dread rising in herself, and she hopelessly tried to convince herself that the Shadow was lying. If it wasn’t, her situation was about to become much worse. As she assessed her position, she realized why she had been bound spread-eagle, and it bolstered the Shadow’s claim. She felt her cheeks flush as all the pieces fell into place in her mind, and she felt a small shriek escape her throat as she felt the Shadow’s hands dart forth from behind her head, knowing all too well what was about to follow…
TO BE CONTINUED
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