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In which Omori is real and is a whiny twelve-year-old

Chapter 7: Daisy

Summary:

Basil is stuck with Omori..

Uncomfortable..

Chapter Text

Omori sat by the passed out boy. He needs to protect him from any harm. Those were the same words that went through his head each time someone got too close. He put his hand onto Sunny's, intertwining their fingers together. From afar, a blonde boy watched. 

 

He trembled as Omori's eyes moved towards him, staring at him with a mysterious intent. 

 

"H-hey, Omori..?"

 

Omori continued to stare at him, Basil smiled nervously at him before looking down at the floor. He was on edge, still waiting for Kel to enter the room. Omori finally stood, leaving Sunny behind as he walked towards the shaking boy.

 

Basil looked up at him as he stopped in front of him. 

 

"I-Is something wr-wrong..?"

 

Basil internally cursed at himself for stuttering. It just made him seem weak in front of Sunny's… Well Sunny's Omori..? He jumped as Omori sat down in front of him, sitting on his knees. He was surprisingly intimidating for a child.. He stared at Basil with those blank eyes.. And for the first time, Basil noticed Omori's eyes were pitch black.. His skin was pale white too.. 

 

He was basically just monochrome, other than the shorts that he was wearing.. Suddenly Omori leaned forward, causing Basil to yelp and jump back. His face reddened as Omori narrowed his eyes, his lips slightly curling at the ends. It was almost as if he was teasing Basil, putting him more and more on edge for his own entertainment.

 

 

"O-Omori, that's mean.. Don't do that again.. Please.."

 

 

Omori tilted his head, his face returning back to its usual stoicism as he leaned back to his original position. Basil let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he scooted a safe distance away from Omori, causing the shorter of the two to scoot closer, When Basil scooted back more, Omori narrowed his eyes, scooting closer. 

 

Basil finally lost it.

 

"W-WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"

 

Omori flinched backwards, moving back to Sunny's sleeping body.

 

"Wait- Omori.."

 

He stared at Basil, his face still blank.

 

"..Sorry for yelling.."

 

The boy nodded but stayed near Sunny. Basil bit his tongue nervously, watching as Omori laid next to the couch Sunny was lying on. Basil couldn't help but stare at Sunny, his heart began to beat faster.

 

 Sunny looked.. 

 

Usually the words for that sentence would be completed by a handsome or pretty by his friends. But Basil saw something else. He saw Sunny, sure but in the way he saw Mari, His hair covering his face, his almost motionless body, the way Omori curled up near him, keeping their hands intertwined together. 

 

Sunny looked like Mari.

 

No.

 

Sunny looked like Mari.. When she died.

 

All he was missing was the shallow breathing that came from her as she took her last breaths, how her body was bruised up badly from the stairs. 

 

How her eye stared, lifelessly at Basil and Sunny as she swayed, hung– On Sunny's favorite tree.

 

Basil felt tears prickling at the edges of his eyes. He blinked them back, looking towards the floor. He wasn't going to cry. Not in front of Omori. Not in front of Sunny. Not in Kel and Hero's living room. Not in Kel and Hero's house. Not in the neighborhood he hung Mari in. Not in Faraway. Not even with his parents. 

 

Not in his own body.

 

He tried so hard not to cry. He shouldn't. Aubrey sobbed at the funeral, Hero weeped at the funeral, Kel broke at the funeral. Hell– Even the 'emotionless' Sunny shed tears at the funeral.

 

 But Basil. Basil didn't. Instead he sat there, one of the only people sitting down while the others stood. He didn't use his tears then. So why should he now? There was no excuse for crying anymore. 

 

He wasn't a baby that lost their favorite toy.

 

He wasn't a person who lost their lover. 

 

He wasn't somebody who lost a pet. 

 

He wasn't a child who lost their dear sister.

 

 

Not only was he none of those– But he was a boy. Or as some would say, a man. 

 

The last time he'd truly cried was back when he was eleven.

 

 Back when everything was okay.

 


 

 

It's a blonde boy sitting on a curb, he's curled up into a ball laying next to a flower. The flower itself seemed to be completely ruined, as if someone had torn its petals off, ripped its roots out the ground, stomping on it until it was nothing but a wilted brown stem. 

 

"N-not fair.. -Sniff- It's not not fair.."

 

Quiet sniffling escaped from him as his shoulders trembled, tears hitting the ground below him. He gripped onto his shorts tightly. 

 

"Hey, are you okay?"

 

A feminine high pitched voice caught his attention, causing him to look up from the floor, revealing his puffy eyes and red face. The voice was from a young girl around his age, she had long black hair, a pink bow adorning her head. The blonde boy sniffled, looking down at the ground.

 

"I saw those older kids walking by while laughing.. Did they do anything to you..?"

 

He shook his head, instead pointing at the dead flower on the ground.

 

"It- its my grandmother’s birthday today.. S-so I got her favorite flower.. A d-daisy.."

 

He stuttered out, his voice shaky as his tears rolled down his cheeks.

 

"T-they took it! They broke the po-pot An-and– They- They killed i-it!"

 

The young boy began sobbing again.

 

"T-that– was a-all my mo-money..!"

 

He turned away from the girl as he bawled, covering his flushed face with his hands. She sat next to him, patting him on the back.

 

"Hey, hey it's okay! Sometimes.. sometimes people are just big meanies! But.. You can't let them do what they want to you, you have to fight back!"

 

He looked up at her, sniffling.

 

"T-thanks.."

 

She smiled proudly at him, standing up and placing her hands on her hips.

 

"No problem! Do you want me to teach them a lesson?"

 

The blonde's eyes widened as he stared at her confused.

 

"But.. but they're huge..! You'll get hurt.."

 

She puffed out her cheeks, pouting.

 

"Hey! Just because they're big doesn't mean they're strong!"

 

The boy felt a smile creep onto his face, he laughed, imagining how a little girl would look beating up a bunch of teenage boys.

 

"Hmph.. Are you going to get off the ground? Or do you want to stay there?"

 

She offered him her hand, he took it gratefully, standing up. 

 

"Thanks."

 

She smiled at him. 

 

"Hey, do you want to go and see if we can find a different flower? I'm sure your grandmother wouldn't mind if we picked some instead!"

 

The boy thought about it before smiling at her and nodding.

 

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

 

She pulled him towards the park energetically. 

 

"Yay! C'mon.. Uh.."

 

She paused waiting for an answer.

 

"Basil. My name is Basil."

 

"Basil? Like the plant?"

 

Basil giggled, nodding.

 

"I guess so."

 

She giggled as well.

 

"Well, I'm Aubrey! Nice to meet you, Basil!"

 

 

 

"Nice to meet you too, Aubrey."

 

_________

 

Drawing of Omori staring at Basil.

 

Oh yeah I forgot ab this lol))

 

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!!

Omori is baby??