Samuru Amakusa"This isn't the Amusement Park," Samuru muttered to himself, hoping that the sound of his own voice would distract him from his fear and uncertainty. "Is this an Isekai; am I in a fantasy world, or about to end up in one?"
He listened to the sounds of the beach, and the rippling portal. The boy wished he had his Chinese Monk spade, but there was no justification to bring it to a public place. Looking around, and not seeing any means of going back to the 'normal' world, Samuru took out the Monk Spade from its leather package slowly and calmly, his dark eyes gazing at the 'temple gate' as though it was challenging him somehow. Then, he would walk through the portal, passing through into what can be charitably described as a wide, circular chamber.
This chamber was dotted with statues of the Virgin Mary that looked like Kannon, crosses hidden behind mirrors and Buddhist symbols, and, from an unseen source, echoing mantras of Latin words converted to Japanese pronounciation. This place was tailored to his psyche, it seemed, as the walls were painted with the sufferings of Japanese martyrs who had died for his faith, while the ceiling was decorated with pictures of hellfire and brimstone, where naked men and women were tormented by also naked devils, all with lithe, well-built bodies that made Samuru uncomfortable.
There was no comfort in the sounds and sights of the room. Samuru knew, or rather, thought, that damnation had come for him.
"Are you terrified, Samuru?" a voice spoke, the tone just like the eighteen-year old's own, but with a ringing, eerie quality in it. "A shame to your family, a traitor to your faith, one whose attempts at reconciling religion and
personal happiness are patethic and scriptually unsound." Each word hurt, each word stung.
"Don't you wish you can shrink down and cower in fear, Samuru Amakusa?" the other self laughed, the echoes reverbrating all across the chamber. "Or even worse, lash out in anger at the faith that doomed you to this life of pain and suffering?!" A grin at that, before the upper clothing of 'Samuru Two' burnt away in a flash of yellow fire, revealing an upper body covered with wounds and scars.
"You like men, men as well as women!" the Second Samuru laughed and gloated. "You think it's all right because you can have 'hetero relations', and do what is right and proper, while, deep in your heart, fantasizing about other guys, guys like me!"
"That - that's not true!" Samuru tried to find the words needed to refuse the harsh words coming from his copy's mouth. But the laughter and mockery from the other self just increased, before the insults and demeaning rhetoric continued.
"You hate yourself for feeling this way. You hate yourself for thinking, no, knowing, that your happiness is with another man, more than it is with a woman! You hate the part of you that you think is utterly perverted, you hate the people who preach at you and make you feel bad about yourself, and you hate the
God who has proclaimed a law that is against what you think is good!"
"Stop!" Samuru said, "there can't be good without God! God provides the promise of absolute good!"
"Then why do you suffer, just for something you are born with?!" the other self said. "Why does
authority say you are perverse, because of something that harms no one unless it is repressed?!"
"Authority is right!" Samuru shouted.
"You don't believe that!" the other self now had an aura of power about him, and the air reverbrated with energy. "You are afraid that you don't actually believe in anything! You fear that you lack a foundation for your life!"
"SHUT UP! You're not me!" Samuru screamed, rushing at his 'other self' with his fists, intent on beating this
thing to a pulp.
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