There are bizarre things that happen to everyone. I always got the feeling that I was alone in this horrid world with its horrible punisment, even though the pain seemed nonexistant at the time. I never quite understood why. Maybe . . . maybe because I was not supposed to remember . . .
Who am I? Even I am not sure. I am known by a single name. It is a sweet, simple name with a cute ring to it, but I do not know if it is my real name. Am I here? Am I there? Where am I really?
I have a friend who questions his exstence as well. We met a person who called himself "the one who exists in the sense of the living". He called my friend "the one who exists the way inanimate objects exist". Why would he say such a thing? Because my friend also questioned his existence?
My friend . . . he is so dear to me. He is the only one that understands the sounds that come out of my mouth. Words that no one can seem to comprehend. Why is that? These words . . . sounds formed to commincate various ideas and emotions. Flat, tuneless sounds . . . high, musical notes . . . a mixture of both from time to time . . . Where do they come from? Why do they confuse others when they are so clear to me and to my friend.
Come to think of it, the first time I met him, I thought I had seen him somewhere else. I cannot remember it clearly . . . I remember that it was dark. So, so dark . . . I could not distinguish night from day. It was a place with no clocks, no time, no wind, no life . . . and suddenly, something appeared. Yes, hai, oui, si, da, ja . . . I do remember. He was there. He was scared . . . then he vanished.
I stare out of this window now. It would have been an impossible feat for me if I was still small, but I have grown taller since I met him. I wonder why this happened? Where are all my other friends? Have they disappeared into the Paintings of Time? Where is my friend? Oh, I must find him! I must!
Aru-kun . . . he must realize that he does exist. It does not matter what sort of existence it is. What is existence anyway? How are we to know if we are really here; if we are really alive? Who can judge such things . . .? I do not think anyone can truly say whether someone is alive or not. If it is here in some sort of form, it is still existing, is it not? I do have my own way of judging, though. A heart . . . all existing beings have a heart.
Aru-kun, I know you exist . . . beause you have a heart
The sequel is finally here! Yay! Nah, I'm the only one excited about this. Anyway, Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa-sensei, DNAngel belongs to Yukiru Sugisaki-sensei, and Inuyasha to Rumiko Takahashi-sensei. There's going to be a more supernatural approach to alchemy (I got tired of making things logical) and, yeah. Stuff will happen that has nothing to do with anything (I think). Please remember this is for pure entertainment and if you like reading fanfics just to point out their faults then please go away. Anyway, enjoy!