I'm Not Afraid of the Dark (Yuto x Reader)

Chapter 13

"No, I don't hate you. I hate Fusion, and who you were while under their influence."

She dips her head slightly in acceptance, and gives you your side of the agreement.

"What questions do you have?"

You give her a small, yet real smile then, and her face seems to light up, even with the prospect of the task that lay before her.

"First of all, I need to know whether a piece of information I received is true or not. You see, I had a dream..." You explain to her the vision that you had the previous night of your past life. She listens, and doesn't speak until you are finished.

"It's... true." The shame in her voice is enough to prove that you are talking to an almost completely different person to that Fusion scientist. "But that dream is good! It means that your memories are starting to come back."

You detour from the main subject briefly. "What you did isn't permanent?"

"It could be, but I didn't have the equipment at the time to make it so."

Oh. That's good. You guess.

"But... what were you in Fusion... your occupation, I mean. And how did you meet dad?"

"I-I was a scientist. I worked to develop ways to use and modify the brain and memories and things like that. That's how I knew how to erase your memories. Your father was on the memory surveillance team [idk what to call the people who check to see what people have seen, like with Sora]. He was in a different branch of the same division. He always preferred to just watch people's lives from the sideline rather than tamper with him. That's why he was surveillance and not modification. Even then he didn't completely support what Duel Academy was doing, but it was all he knew, and complaining or resisting didn't get you anywhere good.

"When you came along, well, we home schooled you until we were forced to put you in with others so that you could learn to be a soldier, and on your first day of class you duelled every single student in your class and won without fail. You even defeated the teacher. True, you were eventually beaten by one of the students in the second final year, but someone as naturally talented as you doesn't come along often. We did an analysis on your brain function and found that it was operating at an extremely advanced level. You were smarter, wittier, and in general, better, than all of the children your age. With this natural ability, the dimensional travel team joined with my team, and we devised that with the proper amount of amplification, your mind could produce and control enough energy to successfully travel through dimensions.

"You were a breakthrough, and I guess that I got so caught up in my work that I forgot that you were just a child. I forgot you were even human, and had feelings too. I-in that year and a half, I failed as your mother. The only things I cared about were your father and my work. Eventually, your father had had enough of seeing you so drained and scared all of the time, by both the experiments and where you went when you travelled to different dimensions. Where you would end up within a dimension in that early stage of development was unreliable, and so sending someone with you was impossible, and you were always alone. You were only six at the time."

You interrupt. Things weren't adding up.

"I thought I lost dad when I was four?"

Your mother shakes her head.

"I added that in when I tampered with your memories. I had to erase too much of him to make it possible that you were older at the time. You naturally don't remember much of your first few years. [sorry about this really bad attempt to fix up a plot hole!]"

It kind of works - you guess.

"Okay."

"But anyway, your father started getting increasingly angry at me for what I was helping to do to you, and it only really sunk in when he followed through with his threat to leave me, and take you with him. It hurt him just as much as it hurt me, but he did it anyway because he loved you - still loves you. I couldn't live without him. It may sound dramatic and cliché, but it is the true. He is my other half, and even after him being gone for so many years, I still feel incomplete. I chased after him. It didn't take long to find the two of you again, and I think he purposefully made the trail clear. He then sat me down and talked to me. My work had made me both blind and deaf to his pleas, but when I left it to find him, I could finally understand him again. He opened my eyes to your situation, as well as the situation of the world around us. Your father showed me how he saw Duel Academy, and it made me doubt what we were doing, and the cause that we were fighting for.

"I became curious, and started searching for clues at the lab at which I worked. The advanced technology in the mind control chips and the program that they taught the children by, to become brutal and obedient soldiers was enough. So you father and I started looking for a way out."

Your mother finishes what she was saying and lets her gaze wander down to her hands where they are clasped together on the table. You aren't finished yet.

"What about me? What about that metal thing you put in my head?"

She squeezes her hands together a few times before answering.

"It's still there."

"WHAT!" You jump up from the chair you are in, knocking it to the ground. Your mum flinches at the sound.

"C-calm down! It's okay! I turned it off!"

"What else did you do to me?! How else have you and your heartless friends hurt me?!"

"Not much else, I promise! Just some general tests and limitation experiments so we could find out how far you could be pushed before you would break. But..."

She trails off, and you take the chance to pick your chair back up and sit down again. As you lean your elbows on the table and prompt her to continue, you don't even try to hide the chill in your voice or the storm raging just beneath.

"But. What?"

Her eyes find yours.

"But back then you were still just a kid. Your mental capacity and functionality, however great, was still growing. If at six years old you had the power to travel between dimensions, then I'd hate to be the one in your line of fire now."

"So... you don't know what I am capable of?"

"Not yet. But I sure as hell want to find out."

[A/N]

Really boring and bad chapter, I know, but just bear with me.

Also, two questions:

Do you want to turn out hating or forgiving the mum?

What questions of your past do you want answered?

Other than the usual 'please vote and comment', that's all for now!

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