[A/N]
Me-Ok, I'm practically new to story writing so I have no clue of how anything works. This is my first story so...enjoy and tell me if I should continue...
Ralph- I bet they wont!
Me-Ralph, you meanie! Why did it have to be you that lives in my head!
Ralph-Well you don't own anyone else, that's why!
Me- Unfortunately... Anywho, enjoy the story! R&R please![end of Author's note]
She lay, scared to open her eyes. Scared to do anything frankly.
"Hello?" A voice thick with a French accent called down, and somehow she knew it was to her. That was all she seemed to know. She didn't know if the voice was familiar, didn't know where she was, heck, she didn't even know who she was.
Wearily, she opened an eye. "Ah, so the sleeping beauty lives." A man smiled down at her. Smile lines framed his blue eyes as he unhooked something from a machine. The nameless girl glanced fearfully around the room, desperate for anything that might have sparked any hint of recognition.
'White' she noted silently, unable to explain why this colour tied to the displeasure and fear her mind was administering.
"Where... Who am I?" She asked the seemingly kind elderly man.
"I was hoping that that was something you could tell me. All I know is that you were found frozen in the snow near Alaska." The man stopped smiling as he surveyed his small blonde patient. She stared back with wide, violet eyes.
Though he seemed to be giving her his full attention, his thoughts were elsewhere. 'So I was wrong' he thought to himself,'her eyes aren't green. This changes things drastically.'
"Do you know my name? My age? My parents? Anything?" The girl's desperate tone broke the man out of his thoughts. "You must know something, ... Sorry, I don't know your name."
"My name's Francis, and no, I don't know anything else, I'm only a healer." He smiled apologetically.
'A healer', the term wrung a distant bell in the girls mind, but she didn't get to prod through her thoughts as Francis spoke again.
"You, ma petite fille, need a name." He paused. "What do you think of Belle? Oui, I will call you Madeline Belle Williams. Belle for short."
"Oui, I mean ok." Belle said shyly, not knowing how she understood French.
"Parle-tu français? Très magnifique!" Francis chuckled as he checked Belle's blood pressure.
"Oui, but...I don't know how I know..." The two were silent for a bit as Francis finished up his report on Belle.
"There, well, I'll just get Alfred to show you to the compound." He said while pushing a rather large blue button on the wall.
"The...compound?" Belle stared up at Francis with quizzical violet eyes.
"Oui, where you will be sorted. You will find that our way of living is rather...efficient." Francis paused before finishing his sentence.
Minutes later, Belle found herself being led by a boy who looked about her age, whatever that age may be.
"So you're Frances's little project? I can see why he's kept you to himself all these weeks." Alfred joked. He looked a lot like Belle, blonde hair(though his was more on the sandy side) and glasses. (Her eyesight was blurry so Alfred had gotten her some glasses before leaving for the "compound") His eyes however, were a rich cobalt.
Belle ignored the flirtatious comment, and instead responded with a question of her own."What's this compound?" She had to walk double her normal speed in order to match Alfred's long strides. She didn't notice the edge of the path until Alfred grabbed her arm to keep her from falling off.
"See for yourself, that's it." Alfred motioned at the enormous area, enclosed only by a wire fence. Dotted around the usual buildings of white marble, were buildings of uncanny colouring.
"W-why are they different colours?" Belle asked, watching a lady in a grey suit emerge from a white building.
"Ah, you've noticed," Alfred smiled, "It might be different in other areas of the world but here, they classify people by their eye colour and something they call the makhana." Noting the confused look on Belle's face, Alfred was quick to explain,"Makhana, Doric Greek for 'machine'. It sorts you, by personality, into a certain category. The category is where it makes it easier to choose what job you will take up. Scientists act so proud of they're machine, while really, the system is mainly eye colour dependant!"
They were both quiet for a while, as they made the climb down the marbled stairs of the mountain the apothecary stood upon. Belle only now realized that it was a brilliant blue, only a couple shades lighter than Frances' irises.
"You know, you'll be hard to place won't you. A mystery. Lets see those scientists and their machine now!" Alfred spoke more to himself than to Belle.
"Alfred?" Belles voice was naturally quiet, so at first Alfred didn't notice the persistent little voice calling him. When he did notice, he looked down at the little girl, in her red sweater and pigtails.
"Why will I be hard to place?" She asked timidly. Alfred was taken aback by the question.
"Well, because of your eyes! No ones ever seen violet eyes! There almost as rare as Gilbert's eyes... Oh yah, you don't know who Gilbert is..." Alfred's rambling became a faint buzzing in Belle's ears as a wave of remembrance washed over her. 'Gilbert' How did she know that name? As usual, she had no clue...wait...1 word rang in the back of her head.
"Birdie..."
"...Hey Bella? Bells? Belle you in there?" Alfred's persistent calling broke Belle out of her thoughts.
"Sorry Alfred... I zoned out there. You know... Amnesia can do that to a person!" She tested the joke on her tongue, surprised that it felt light and familiar and left a happy bubble in her chest. The bubble grew as Alfred laughed.
"Nice one Maddie. Can I call you Maddie? Belle sounds too French." Alfred asked, then launched into a story about one time that he had (apparently) hurled himself against an entire French army.
As as they neared the end of the stair, Belle noticed what looked like two black buttons staring up at her from the snow. As she neared them, she realized they weren't buttons, but eyes. Eyes of a baby polar bear. Belle gasped and knelt down fluidly. Alfred took no notice and continued in his story of how he had bravely fought off an army of French soldiers singlehandedly, while on his lunch break.
"Kumajiro?"
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Me-Am I in denial? Or is it the truth? Am I an Idiot(YES)? Or do I have a chance?