Authors' Note:

We like to thank all the readers who followed and/or favorited our fanfiction.

Constructive criticisms are always appreciated. This story is un-betaed. We just try our best to check each other. Thank you!

-Jay-Redvry

Disclaimer: KHR belongs to Akira Amano. We only thought of the plot. Any similarities between another story and this one are purely coincidental.

Warnings: Cursing. Violence. OOC.

This is a thought.

"This is speaking."

Chapter 8: The Double Double

Yoshi pushed everything off of his desk. "AHAHAHAHA! ME!? A SHADOW!? HAHAHAHAHA!" He kicked the small coffee table in his room, and it went flying to the wall, creating a dent. "A DOUBLE!? AHAHAHA!" He kicked the chairs too. "I'M NOTHING!?" Yoshi laughed uncontrollably. "YOU ARE WRONG, IEMITSU! I'M EVERYTHING! I'M EVERYTHING, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" He ran to the shelves and threw the books at the floor. "I'M THE ORIGINAL NOW! YOUR FUCKING SON IS DEAD! AHAHAHAHA! HE'S DEAD!" More books hit the ground. "HE'S NEVER COMING BACK! I WILL BE THE BOSS! HAHAHAHA!" Yoshi scratched the wall repeatedly until traces of blood remained. "NO ONE CAN STOP ME! NOT EVEN YOU, IEMITSU! I'M NOT THE SAME AS BEFORE! AHAHAHAHA! I'M NOT A DOUBLE! I'M THE ORIGINAL! I'M SAWADA YOSHI! HAHAHAHAHA!" Yoshi slid to the floor, his hands covering his face. His bloodshot eyes peered through the gaps between his fingers. "I'M SAWADA YOSHI! I'm Sawada Yoshi! I'm…Sawada…Yoshi…Huh? What's this?" He felt the warm liquid rolling down his cheeks. "AHAHAHAHA! THAT'S RIGHT! I'M SAWADA YOSHI!"

"Yoshi? Come here, sweetie."

The said child hid behind the column.

"Come and meet a new friend."

Yoshi peeked from his hiding spot and saw the boy glanced back at him nervously. He slowly came out from behind the column, walked over, and held out his hand. "Hi…I'm Yoshi. What's your name?"

"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Yoshi punched the ground over and over again with his fist.

"You are now my son's double. You have to protect him," Iemitsu leaned down and whispered in the child's ear. "But remember, you are his double, a shadow and nothing more."

"FUCK YOU, IEMITSU! SERVES YOU RIGHT! HE'S DEAD! YOUR. SON. IS. DEAD. HAHAHAHA!"

"…, let's play!" Yoshi grabbed his hand and led the way into the garden.

The sun shone brightly that day. Just like Yoshi. Not like him. But that was okay. The world only needed one sun. The boy smiled at Yoshi.

Yoshi gripped the cloth on his chest.

Iemitsu slapped him in the face. "He was almost hit by a car! If he's going to die, you die for him!"

"…, Happy Birthday. You are so dear to me!" Yoshi hugged him. "I'm so glad for your existence."

Iemitsu punched him. "Where is he? You did something didn't you?"

"N-no, I d-didn't. I w-wouldn't."

The man wrapped his hands around the boy's neck tightly. "Don't lie!"

"I hate you…This is all your fault, Yoshi."

"Hi…I'm Yoshi. What's your name?" Yoshi held out his hand. He was truly so bright.

"I'm…"

Yoshi wiped the tears off his face, but it kept coming. "I'm…what did I say that time again?" He laid down on the floor. "I'm…"

"You are now Sawada Yoshi." Iemitsu's back faced him. "But you will never be Yoshi. I will never stop looking for him. Remember, you are his double, a shadow, and…"

"…nothing more."