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Mori, who changed his name to Taka, on the blue planet, wanted nothing more than to make his guitarist, Toru a real father.
So they were supposed to separate to start their own families, but then the anniversary came and everything started all over again ...
After the last big concert, Toru fainted from exhaustion and partially awoke as a former Russian astronaut.
When Taka tried to explain to the patient the reason for this collapse, the singer quickly realized that he had been thrown back into his former life. There was no denying it, he found himself back in the role of Mori the alien.
Toru could remember concerts, screaming people and loud music. His favorite instrument was the guitar and he played it in the rock band "One Ok Rock", whose songs he knew by heart. But .. he was also a Russian astronaut who actually needed a wheelchair and was only made aware of his homosexuality during his journey into space. The throwback to the former life resulted in the most ardent desire for Toru, who was now apparently Torio again, to be with his alien "Morika." For Taka, on the other hand, who never wanted to be Mori again, the whole thing was like the end of the world.
Confused and at his own wits' end, the smaller man held his sobbing friend in his arms as Hichan returned to the hospital room.
"It's good you're here, Hiroki. What does the doctor think about this...", he didn't know how to name the change in Toru, so he just looked sadly at the latter's quivering shoulders and stroked his back soothingly.
"He has a plan, as always," the redhead announced. "But ... you won't like it." Taka's head spun around and Toru slowly raised his eyes as well.
"What do you mean?" the older of the brothers wanted to know, the fear of the impending truth all written over his face.
"Don't panic, you're looking at me like I'm an alien." Hichan stated grining.
"Mou, can't you stop your jokes. They are inappropriate, ... right now," Takahiro rebuked, turning his attention to the blond, who hid his head between his drawn knees to hide his ...face.
"I merely reminded him of what we were planning to do, how we were dreaming out our future, and Toru completely freaked out. I'm so sad to ... to see him hurt like that. ... So what does Takuyan propose?" The redhead cleared his throat but waited to answer, knowing full well not to expect a positive response.
"Well, ... he thinks the dream will slowly fade away ..."
"He thinks!!!" now Taka roared impatiently and approached his younger brother. "I don't want to have anything to do with these supernatural things, ever again," he hissed, annoyed, but so quietly that the patient could not understand. "The matter has long since been settled! ... Damn it, ... that was ages ago, and no one thinks about it anymore." He looked at his hands. The suction cups that usually populated the palms and feet of aliens had retracted on Taka, making them unrecognizable. It was quite different on Hichan, who wore gloves all the time. The redhead pondered and kneaded his lower lip.
"Perhaps there was a particular trigger for his sudden 'transformation'? After so many years?"
"Fuck! I really don't wanna hear it anymore," Taka grumbled in frustration, scratching the back of his head nervously.
Toru blinked over at them in confusion.
"What? ... What are you whispering behind my back?" His Mori looked so changed and so angry. Was he even his ... Alien? He straightened up in his hospital bed, slid his legs over the edge and carefully let them slide to the floor. You could tell how intently the blond was executing every movement, his bare toes scanning the gray black Venyl floor as if testing the temperature of the surface. "Fifteen years," he whispered as he did so, thinking of the terrible accident in which he was so badly injured that he lost all feeling in his legs. The date had burned into his memory like a bad tattoo.
"Today is Sept. 20 ... isn't it? ... It happened exactly 15 years ago ...", Toru continued mumbling, trying to shift a little more weight onto his feet. That's how long he had been wheelchair-bound and dependent on help. His obsession to become an astronaut, this journey into space, Mori, the alien. Was it all a dream or reality? Did Hichans therapies have such positive effects on his body that he could walk again, or had this terrible accident never happened?
"Si, esattamente! An anniversary!" Hichan snapped his fingers, which was almost inaudible with gloves on. Then he nodded eagerly and squeezed his brother's shoulder. "I'll just go and get Takuyan. The matter is as good as settled, non preoccuparti. I feel it now too, there is a 15 year anniversary. Find out everything Torio can remember and ..." He leaned close to Taka and murmured in his ear, "If Maho, ... eh ... Dr. Maho Hinata wants to check on the patient, please be nice to her. She is the psychiatrist in this ward and really very competent in her field. She's una bella donna" Takahiro backed away in surprise, looking at the redhead in disbelief, but Hichan just grinned mischievously. "Andiamo fratello, ... all will be fine soon. Trust me and my skills ..." Then he waved at Toru and marched out the door.
"Arg ... he is ... such a ... arrogant asshole! Why the Italian again?!" the older man scolded with clenched fists, trying hard not to stamp his foot as well. He didn't even notice that the patient had approached him with small, careful steps and was now wrapping his strong arms around his mid from behind.
"Mori ... ka?" came the rough deep voice breathed at his ear.
"Ahhh NO! ... Not Mori K A!" the latter spat out angrily. It was a panicked reaction. The thought of his life as Mori, the useless lonely alien, sent Takahiro into rage. Too many painful memories were attached to it. He turned briskly from the embrace and sparkled at his friend. "Not Morika, ... if you're going to say Mori, say it with chan .... you understand? Mori chan ... C H A N at the end!" Toru just stared emotionlessly at the lanky man, red-faced in front of him. He did not understand this aggressive outburst at all, ... or ... yet a little? Snatches of thoughts from "another" life flashed before him again and again and he didn't know how to sort them out.
"Lord,.. God, Toru! Don't look at me like you can't count down from 10. We had a deal. It was all clear ... For both of us ..." Exasperated, Taka ruffled his hair and sighed heavily. "Shit, ... do you know how hard all this has been for me? How long it took me to ... let go? .. I don't fucking care if you're Toru or Torio now, we have to go through with this!" he concluded the sermon, deliberately stomping the ground hard to give his words the emphasis they needed. His gaze was fixed on the blond man, who didn't seem to understand anything and said low: "I've counted enough countdowns, believe me. ... Shall I ..."
"Waaa! No Tori ... grrr ...Toru! You are not an astronaut! ... You're afraid of heights and have claustrophobia. There's no way you'd get into a rocket."
"But..."
"But nothing! You are Toru Yamashita, founder and guitarist of "One ok Rock" and recently my ex!"
A disaster for both fronts. How in the world was that going to have a good ending?
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