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"MINE ADAM" -- "Frankenstein" canon-AU fanfiction written by Senkinny/Rara - Snippet of CHAPTER 1 - TsukaSen - TRIGGER WARNINGS BELOW (Mainly Death + Grief)
I wanted to share my literary journey with those who will have me, as I write a story inspired by the taboo of resurrection and reanimation--a story I can channel my own grief into and hope maybe someone will enjoy or resonate with it! (Though familiar in my case as opposed to the romantic undertones of this fanfic.)
When Senku was able to lift himself he had hoped when he stood, his eyes would deceive the image of Tsukasa’s lifeless face to reunite with golden gaze. But his mind was running out of hypotheses, no matter how many scenarios he played in his head and how many potential solutions to the problem never solved by a single human soul–
It all came back down to one single convention.
Tsukasa was gone.
[CHARACTERS: Senku; Tsukasa (Deceased); Ruri (Mentioned); Luna. TsukaSen Ship Undertones]
[TRIGGER WARNINGS: Death, Graphic Depiction of Death and Near-Death (Algor Mortis, Hypothermia from Cryopreservation) Grief, Nausea and Vomiting]
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You know, this has happened before. The Primate Warrior, Tsukasa Shishio–he’s almost invincible.
Death has knocked on his door not once but thrice. Being cryopreserved, petrified by The Medusa Device several times. He couldn’t die–he couldn’t be killed.
But at the tail end of the Winter of 5729 PA, The Perseus that sailed back to Japan from their Northeastern European expedition radioed The Kingdom of Science’s own Team Senku days before docking. The grim news that Tsukasa had succumbed to his illness and passed away. The diagnosis was pneumonia… A cough and fever before their voyage, rendering Tsukasa unable to bear the travel back and forth to the tundras of their destination, and contagious to the crew. Pneumonia. The same illness the young Chieftess Ruri of Ishigami VIllage braved and endured, and with Senku’s medicinal knowledge triumphed over with antibiotics. The dearest Ruri was met with victory–Why couldn’t Tsukasa have…?
The young scientist leading the expedition couldn’t believe his ears. The signal was strong, and Ruri’s words clear despite her sobs and sniffles. Tsukasa couldn’t have been gone. Where did our medicine go wrong…? It had been a brutal winter in Japan, and the approaching spring-time proved to fluctuate its warm breezes and icy clouds. Pneumonia had spread, disease had spread… But while rampant, the residents of Ishigami Village and surrounding areas were as diligent as ever in prevention and treatment, their resources well stocked and medical teams prepared thanks to Miss Luna Wright–the American medical student from the California coast nearly eight years ago. It was a nasty combination–a disease viral and bacterial alike, but with rest and the miracles of penicillin those affected were at least treated and had their fighting chance.
So how did Tsukasa lose?
He couldn’t have been dead. It wasn’t fair. Senku had played this song and dance before–when Hyoga was their enemy and fatally wounded Tsukasa in battle, the critical thinking of the Ishigami Chief worked quickly to the solution to save his life. Cryopreservation sanctified Senku’s endeavors to revive him, and in time with The Medusa Device and an abundance of nitric acid, it was almost as if Tsukasa had been reborn. And when the world was yet again in dire need, it was Suika’s seven-year long journey in reviving everyone affected by The Why-Man’s frustrations that would remind all that Tsukasa Shishio lived true to his title.
Tsukasa was a renowned guardian of The Kingdom of Science. A gentle soul, a dear friend. It didn’t feel right not seeing him in the crowd that would greet the scientist and his team upon their return. “Tsukasa is gone…” loops its broadcast in Senku’s distressed thoughts–his crimson eyes still scouring for the chestnut braids and lion’s mantle that used to tower over everyone else. Golden eyes that would always meet his own. Straining as his eyes stung, through the pit in his stomach, to find that familiar, immortal smile… All of Ishigami VIllage made for a warm welcome from their travels, but every passing face bore pain for their Chief’s concerned shuffle through them–making no hesitation to the infirmary… The infirmary? Of course Tsukasa would be there. He didn’t belong in the morgue.
But he wasn’t in the infirmary.
“Luna… Please, where is he?”
The pale-haired medic couldn’t bear to repeat herself any more, and her tears streamed down her cheeks. Her voice cracked in a broken stream of apologies, as she felt the guilt of Tsukasa’s departure her own. “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry, Senku…” Senku hated every word if it. It’s not Luna’s fault, it’s not anyone’s fault–
“Stop beating yourself up,” Senku’s own voice rasped, a harsher tone than his chest had meant to project. He reached for her hand gently, and swallowed hard in his new request. “Please… I didn’t mean to make you feel like it was your fault–I’m the one who’s sorry.” The two shared the moment exchanging their condolences and leading Senku to the final confirmation of Senku’s dread. He hadn’t realized how tightly he gripped Luna’s hand as they made their venture… She couldn’t bring herself to remark, enduring the firm hold until it was released as soon as the two stood in front of the mortuary chambers. It felt so cold in the room, and yet it was as if he was burning alive.
He’d seen this before. Senku had seen this exact scene before–but it wasn’t the same. He expected to see a war-wrangled guerilla covered in wounds barely healed–He expected frost-bite or the dark and blue patches of the hypothermia process, knowing the Medusa devices would heal all evidence… This wasn’t the same. The entire scheme was different, and it took a hard swallow and heave to not relieve the dizzying nausea as Senku steadied himself at the display. Through every near-death experience he and his comrades triumphed over, Senku found fortune in that he never had to see life departed from someone before–certainly not in person, being reminded of the images and photos of forensic content on the internet long before the Petrification era. He never had to see… This now-memory of a flaxen hue and the dark undertones he knew the indications for. Senku bated his breath in hopes he would see the chest rise and fall, hear any sign of breath…
Tsukasa was gone.
He wouldn’t open his eyes. His face had sunken in, and the remnants of pre-mortem damage to his body reflected the condition he was truly in before demise… What damage? Tsukasa was strong and healthy as an ox before his illness, wasn’t he? Why was he so thin? The dips and lines of his now frozen frame were concave, all but where lumps of solidified blood settled into the bottom of the skin… An eerie cluster of green and purple underneath his now yellowed skin… It was the harrowing reality that Tsukasa had truly left this world before the vessel left behind was transported to its morgue cell. It wasn’t fair. How could Tsukasa have been killed this way? Logic had almost left one of the most intellectual, most critical person in the entire new world–Senku’s mind raced at the possibilities of how this came to be, as a trembling hand reached cautiously–yet almost eagerly–for the curve of the deceased’s jaundiced face.
Senku’s breath hitched at the touch. And it was no second later that the morbidity forced his stomach to churn and empty as he collapsed onto his knee by the casket table, retching as it splattered on the concrete floor. It was too much–Luna could only yelp her concern as Senku was sickened–and in this distress after the worst of his own symptoms, it was a dear comfort through the agony when the pale-haired woman brushed her slender fingers over his shivering frame… It wasn’t fucking fair, damn it. And when he was able to lift himself he had hoped when he stood, his eyes would deceive the image of Tsukasa’s lifeless face to reunite with golden gaze. But his mind was running out of hypotheses, no matter how many scenarios he played in his head and how many potential solutions to the problem never solved by a single human soul–
It all came back down to one single convention.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE] A snippet of the first chapter of the first fanfiction I have written since the age of dinosaurs. Humor aside, this story is inspired by my love and intrigue of promethean themes such as Frankenstein–through more of an Asclepian/Ophiucan approach. A piece that is immeasurably personal to me as I channel my own grief, I hope it is as entertaining to you as it is healing for the both of us. Thank you for letting me share one of my literary journeys with you with my whole heart! Oh–there will be illustrations for each chapter upon their completion, so please look forward to my artwork as well as my writing?
More of my artwork, meet my OC Calcifer Rosario! (Artwork by myself @raravt) They're a DrSTONE fan-character who specializes in physiotherapy and conservative rehabilitation. Calcifer is 110% Gender(tm) and has a deep investment in recovering and assisting those with disabilities to survive and thrive in this new Stone World. (Ironically an anti-thesis to ol' Hyoga there.)
Mister President, I recently heard that you came from a kingdom where people bath or shower every 2-3 days. How would you describe the time before Evermore had established decent bathrooms?
-Ririko
One word, can you guess what it us?
RANCID.
Now there are whose of higher class who burn incense in their homes and wear scented oils to mask the scent. It does a pretty decent job, and we've made it a widely accessible practice and good in Evermore thank goodness.
... But have you ever had to room with a Sky Pirate before?
HAPPY HOLIDAYS @kingoftheladybugs !
sorry this is a little late! i actually had this ready to go for a while now, i just didn't have time to upload it. anyways - i went for a simpler scene :3 magic lessons with the littlest of guys (shonky honker. i love shonky honker.)
hope you like it! :3
Happy Holidays @quinnleyaeroraen I was your secret santa! I took a couple creative liberties, but I hope I did justice to your siren au design of Leander 💙 I really enjoyed drawing for you! I hope you have a lovely and gentle New Year
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