HOMRA’s Memory
“TOTSUKA TATARA”
"It's okay. It's okay...everything will be fine."
Title: TOTSUKA TATARA
Based from: K
Pairing: Non-Pairing
Rate: PG
"to...
HOMRA
And dear Totsuka-san."
(I've been gone from the fiction world for a long time;
w;)
This is a fic.
K
The first (successful) story is a fic that doesn't actually have anything, but I want to cream Totsuka-san and Homera! I really like everyone's relationship with Homera. Looks very warm and tight.
So I wanted to try writing a story where Totsuka-san, who was important to Homera, disappeared. What will the remaining people be like? It may come out with the feeling that the story has not been conveyed enough.
So I summarized it into a long and short fic...short and long. The main character in Homera talks about (?) the feeling of not having Totsuka-san anymore.
It may be a flawed fic, it may not be 100% complete. But I'd like to give it a try!
Author:
above the fog
PS. To create an atmosphere, try opening
Circle of Friends
Accompanying you will give you a good mood.
A little explanation of the timeline in the fic: The other person's part takes place after Totsuka-san's funeral. But before starting the story in the anime But King's part is about before the funeral. When the body was just brought back, it had not yet been cremated.
Uploaded by: Yoshi Handari
Thank you for the beautiful theme from
Kak Krian Nian Dong Theme
HOMRA’s Memory
“TOTSUKA TATARA”
"It's okay. It's okay...everything will be fine."
Note: Kushina Anna –
You are the most beautiful color -
Kushina Anna looked up at the jar of candies on the shelf. The girl dragged a chair under the shelf and climbed up as carefully as possible. A pair of little hands reached out to take it down, but...
“Ah!”
The damn chair she used to build herself started to stagger. The high heels the girl was wearing made her balance even more difficult. Some bodies lost control and fell. The finger on the jar fell as well. Fear flashed through my mind...just for a moment.
Ah...but that's okay. Tatara must have come to pick him up. Tatara won't let us get hurt...
...When Anna regained consciousness I found myself lying on the hard floor of a bar, beside me a broken candy jar and three or four candies rolling around.
Ah...where did Tatara go? So strange...
The girl looked around in surprise that she didn't see that kind person. Tatara should have been napping on the sofa...should have heard her climbing on the chair...should have rushed to help her pick it up. A jar of candy...should have woken up and ran to pick her up when she fell.
...Tatara...should be here.
Anna rose to her knees. Silently looking at the candies on the floor, the red eyes looked down...yellow with lemon flavor...green with cantaloupe flavor...and the white ones were mint.
But the girl only saw white and gray...no red candies.
What should I do? I want to try some lemon flavored candy...but what kind is it? Tatara...please answer me...please give me some lemon candy...
The girl scooped up all the candies and held them in her trembling arms. Tears flowed down her white cheeks...
“Tatara's color...”
Note: Yata Misaki –
She is the most beautiful voice -
Yata Misaki uses his feet to move his skateboard back and forth. before lazily laying down on the rooftop It's been a long time and I really haven't had the heart to do anything.
The young boy raised his hand to look at...
This hand...is used to support that person.
This arm...has touched that person's last breath.
This ear...hears that person's last voice.
“Huh!!” Yata turned onto his side. Murmuring in frustration At that moment, his ears heard some kind of hissing sound. The boy opened his eyes. He smiled widely and jumped up and sat up.
“Totsuka-san! I told you not to secretly take photos...!!” His mouth shouted out like that before he could feel that it was impossible. Just my ears were ringing. The face that had been lively for a moment had returned to being as dull as before. Yata lay down like before. Lie down and look at a skateboard that hasn't been played since the day before.
Because if you play, you will think of his voice...
The sound from that day when the skateboard hit the parquet floor was deafening. Then it was followed by the outcry of people who couldn't do anything as they wanted. Even though I had only just started practicing, I told myself I couldn't handle it. Finally came down to the mountain.
Thinking about it, it was funny...but Yata couldn't help but laugh. Tears came out but he hurriedly wiped them away, but no matter how much he wiped them, they didn't stop at all.
Totsuka-san...I should have been more attentive to teaching you...maybe you could know how to skateboard.
"Totsuka-san...I want to hear your voice again..."
Note: Kamamoto Rikio –
You are the gentlest hand -
Kamamoto Rikio had just finished slamming the bad-mouthed person who had slandered Homra... when he realized that he wasn't normally this hot-tempered and used to force. He was the one who dissuaded Yata from attacking them.
The damn bastard's words still echoed in his brain even after he ran away.
Those words...speak of Homra's useless people.
A person who even received power from the king...a person who was known as the king's left hand...but had no ability to fight. I'm just a useless person who has to be protected by others.
Kamamoto looked down at his hands and clenched them tightly.
“He is not a useless person…” The young man slammed his fist into the wall with such force that his hand went numb…
When using power...how does that person's hand feel? Is it like being burned? But probably not... because the flames were so faint.
But the flames that that hand gave off... were the most beautiful flames.
Kamamoto smiled slightly as he thought of those thin, gentle hands...the hands that once tended to his wounds. Pointing here and there in vain. Used to carry a camera and walk around non-stop like a hyper child.
The hand that gently held his hand to comfort him every time he was sad.
“Those hands...are not weak, Totsuka-san.”
Note: Fushimi Saruhiko –
You are the brightest light -
Fushimi Saruhiko looked tiredly at the computer screen. Now he was beginning to hesitate as to whether he had made a mistake in asking to join in the investigation.
The image obtained from the video camera is played over and over on the screen. But Fushimi couldn't do anything more than sit and look at it like that. His brain went blank...not thinking of any clues from that video. If Awashima found out, he would be angry.
Fushimi's blue eyes mirror those of the young boy in the video. The one with white hair, never mind...but the one that always brings me pain every time I see it is the one wearing that blue coat.
A figure that fell to the ground...a familiar figure.
It's true...he's not close to that guy. Plus I don't really like that straightforward expression. And after separating, we never met in person again.
But watching someone who once shone brighter than anyone else in Home Level...turn off their light like this.
...It's kind of sad too.
Fushimi pursed her lips and reached up to cover the screen. Bury your face on the table. Ignoring Awashima's scolding voice that just happened to be right past him. He wanted to rest his eyes...from that bright light.
That was the light that he himself had once watched...warmed himself under the bright light...experienced what that light was like. Even if it's a frightening light But it's also the light that makes me feel the safest in my life...
“Totsuka-san...your light is too bright.”
Note: Kusanagi Izumo –
You are the warmest smile -
Kusanagi Izumo picked up an old video camera that was on a shelf. The young man sat behind the expensive bar and gently stroked the camera longingly.
“You irresponsible person!” Kusanagi smiled faintly as she thought of the person who was no longer here.
This camera...records the memories of everyone in Homra. The whole face was solemnly recorded. mocking laughter Pictures of things floating around during arguments. A loud noise when someone doesn't do what they want. Record the sweet voice that comforts everyone.
Every day...every hour...every minute...every second
But...the only picture that was not recorded...
It's a picture of the camera owner's smile...
The smile of a young boy who is like everything to him...a friend, a supporter, a person who always listens. Be a consultant Even though in the end it won't be of much benefit.
But...when that smile is beside you
Just that... and then be happy.
Kusanagi glanced at the sofa that the boy used to sleep on like it was his personal property...looked at his favorite blanket that was piled up there...looked at the guitar that no one would ever pick up and play again. ..look at the bonsai that from now on he will have to take care of instead...look at all the things that are memories...
Young man holds up the camera Put your eyes on the viewfinder...
“Oh! Totsuka...please smile."
Note: Suoh Mikoto –
She is… –
Suo Mikoto looked at the figure in Kusanagi's arms. The body that just a few hours ago was still talking, still smiling, still laughing, still annoying him...
But from this moment onwards...he won't be able to see this person's bright life anymore.
Suo stepped in. He lifted a young man in a blue coat out of the arms of his close Clanman. He embraced that fragile body gently, gently, and with care as if the other person were a priceless treasure that would fall apart at any time.
The young man slowly sat down and carefully placed his body on his lap. A large hand gently slapped the pale face... before moving to touch the thin blood smeared at the corner of the mouth. The fingertips wiped it off.
This child looked very calm...like he was sleeping.
The Crimson King's throat constricted with tight breaths... as he held his body in an embrace. Buried his face on the small shoulder.
Back then...should I have banned you?
“I thought I would make the whole city look like a big cake decorated with candles. Even though it doesn't mean much, I want to give it to Anna tomorrow!”
“Is that so?”
"Don't wake up late tomorrow!"
“It's good to go home.”
"yes! See you tomorrow!”
If I have magic If you knew something like this would happen If I tell you to hurry home...
If you don't stop it...you won't die, right...Totsuka? Will you still stand in front of me...will smile...and tell me 'It's okay' like you always did?
Suo felt the heat in his body...a power that began to stir until it overflowed. A red light, brighter than ever, surrounded his body and the sleeping man who would never wake up in his arms.
If it weren't for you...this body would probably be burned.
Without you...I would probably burn.
No more...
Someone who will be by your side...calling out "King! King!” Annoying all day long...someone who if there's nothing to do, will find trouble to get his head stabbed...someone who looks at the hammer when he takes Anna and throws it at her while she's sleeping...someone. The one who yells and yells at Yata all the time...the one who laughs along with Kamamoto...the one who dares to call Saru-kun's name even though he's displeased...
The person who keeps talking next to Kusanagi...
...Keep smiling when he returns...
Amidst Homra's red color...Anna's red skirt hugging Kusanagi...Yata's cries as Kamamoto's hand gently slapped his back to comfort...the light From the city below where Fushimi was... Kusanagi's fading smile when comforting Anna... and the bodies of everyone standing around in grief...
“No Blood…No Bone…No Ash...”
Yata's sobs slowly turned into words... Everyone looked at each other before clenching their fists. and lift it up to the sky A chorus of voices shouted loudly.
Along with the flames released by the Red King...
“No Blood!! No Bone!! No Ash!!!”
“No Blood!! No Bone!! No Ash!!!”
“No Blood!! No Bone!! No Ash!!!”
“No Blood!! No Bone!! No Ash!!!”
“No Blood!! No Bone!! No Ash!!!”
“Totsuka...you are the brightest hope.”
"It's okay. It's okay...everything will be fine."
These were Totsuka's irresponsible words. Tatara...even though it sounded as if he didn't care. Let everything pass And smile and wait to face new problems, but it is a word that everyone remembers. And it is a word that always leads everyone to overcome pain together.
Totsuka Tatara is everything Homra is...the images captured by his video camera are precious memories...the songs he sings are an unbreakable bond...and His identity is Homara's happiness.
Everything...
His colors...his voice...his hands...his light...his smile...all of that was a flame that was the hope of every Red Clan.
December 7, 2012 at 11:45 p.m.
Totsuka Tatara was murdered by the man who claimed to be the Colorless King. The footage he recorded himself was an important piece of evidence in tracking down the culprit. And this matter caused Homera to use force to find the murderer.
Even though Totsuka is gone But his memory...will remain in Homera's heart forever.
"It's okay. It's okay...everything will be fine."