"Twin" Masaru waved his finger from side to side. "A a a aaa, I have a name now, Masaru."
"How did you-"
"Simple, the Ken you created was weak, I easily took control of him."
"I see, what are you doing here?"
"Missed Ken, didn't you, Makoto? Here I am, right in front of you."
"Yes, I missed Ken-chan, but that's not what's happening here." Makoto started approaching Masaru. "Tell me what you're doing here now."
"You should know this; my purpose has always been the same. Do you remember that little monster you found in the dark?"
"I should have completely destroyed you."
"Haha, don't amuse me, Makoto. If you had destroyed me, that Ken-chan you created would be currently captive to his father. Makoto fell silent.
"We both hate each other, especially me." Masaru's eyes began to envelop Makoto. "You locked me in that dark cage for years... for years, I watched you from the darkness. YOU NEVER PROTECTED HIM."
"I DID ALL THIS TO PROTECT HIM." Makoto erupted at these words. "Is this your idea of protection, Makoto? Shaping him the way you wanted."
"I did my best." Makoto quietly lowered his head. "I understand, you loved him, he loved you, everything was beautiful, but you took away my duty, spat hatred at me."
"Because you were a monster that shouldn't exist." Makoto raised his head, tears filling his eyes. "WHILE YOU WEREN'T THERE, I was. Do you know what I experienced in his place? At the end of all those, his mind would open in a complicated way, and I was trying to heal myself. After all, I was a child like him; I was a part of him." Makoto placed his hands on Masaru. "I appreciate these, but I no longer need you now that I'm here."
Masaru began to tremble, suddenly collapsing to the ground. "Ah, I'm sorry, Masaru."
"I hate this," his pupils had shrunk, gleaming with anger. "Everyone will pay the price." He turned his face to Makoto. "Including you." Makoto wiped away his tears and put on his mask. "Everyone here has taken a step into a new life, Masaru, and I won't let you ruin it."
"You speak too kindly for a killer, what makes you any different from me?" Makoto squatted, locking eyes with Masaru. Violet eyes clashed with Masaru's. "I've tasted things you haven't."
"Yes, true." Masaru removed Makoto's mask and placed it on the ground. He cupped Makoto's cheeks with his hands and slowly approached his face. There was no feeling when their lips touched. Not a single emotion in any second they were stuck together. Masaru pulled back and stood up. "So, it's like that." Masaru turned his back and distanced himself from Makoto. "By the way, Makoto, I brought you a gift; I think you'll like it very much." Makoto, without saying anything, put on his mask and continued wandering around.