A/N: I've done my best to make this all-inclusive for those who have not seen, but I recommend having watched at least the first episode of Kurau: Phantom Memory.

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INTO THE WIDE WORLD...
"...Because [I Was] Called..."


I come from a world with no space or time, light or darkness. There is only Rynax—an existence together with my Pair, my other half. We give each other life, meaning, energy. A reason to exist; we exist together.

Only our Pair matters. Nothing else.

As long as we have our Pair, we have everything. Nothing is missing: for a Pair is all we have known.

I and my Pair are complete. We are one. Nothing can separate us. The very thought is unfathomable. Rynax live in Pairs.

Nothing can change that fact.

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But some time in our existence, something does change. It ripples through our world—tears the fabric of our existence. Suddenly, I am surrounded by everything. I come to know what I did not know before. Bright lights and blurs of color. Everything spins so fast! Flashes of light. Voices. It hurts, it hurts! My Pair! Where's my Pair?

A call. Someone is calling me. Urgent, pulling me towards them. It cuts through the chaos. Calming, but also unsettling. The person calling... They are NOT my Pair.

Where is my Pair! Where?

Chaos returns. Colors blur and sounds blend again, and the person: they are still calling. Pleading.

Lonely.

This feeling... "Is my Pair with you?"

. ~ . ~ . ~ . -r- -y- -n- -a- -x- . ~ . ~ . ~ .

No. My Pair is not with the one who called. Instead, I find a girl. "Kurau," someone called her.

"My father. Who are you?" The one who previously called me responds in thought; however, she seems unused to this means of communication. Confusion radiates from her in waves. She had called me here. How could she not know?

Still, I answer: "I am Rynax."

"Rynax?" There is an unspoken question there. A thought related to her father. I want to ask, but there is no time.

Quickly, quickly! "My Pair is weakened."

"...Pair-?" More confusion.

"Now is not the time to explain—my Pair is weakening! We must hurry. There!"

Finally, finally the confusion gives way. I know now Kurau has seen my Pair, but my Pair... My Pair is fading! A call unlike the ones before—it makes sound—escapes Kurau.

As we hasten towards my Pair, I can no longer distinguish between us (Kurau and I). We are both filled with urgency. Determination to reach my Pair. A single thought: "I WON'T ALLOW IT!"

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Thank goodness, we made it in time. My Pair, finally safe; we are reunited.

"She's so warm…" Kurau thinks. I agree.

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"Rest, my Pair. Save your strength. This world is wide, but I'll be here when you wake. We will be together. Always."

. ~ . ~ . ~ . -r- -y- -n- -a- -x- . ~ . ~ . ~ .

"I...think I understand now," Kurau begins, "being part of a Pair. An important person close to your heart." I wait as Kurau gathers her thoughts. "I can't replace your Pair, Rynax. Not that I want to... But, maybe I can keep you company while she rests?"

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I doubt it would help, yet… "Thank you, Kurau."

I barely catch her faint hum. She, too, is tired. No doubt from today's ordeal. (I had not realized humans were contained by the physical plane until now. [No wonder Kurau is in shock.]) Even so, she fights sleep.

"You are exhausted. Why not rest?" I ask.

Feelings of worry, thoughts of her father reach me. I am uncertain if I can ease her fears, but…

"Do not worry. I will explain what I am able to your father." It should not be too difficult a task. (According to Kurau, he studies Rynax [Energy]. Surely, he will understand.) "Later, when you are more lucid, will you tell me more about this wide world?"

A confirmation, then, her consciousness fades into a light slumber.

Without Kurau awake, all of the physical senses reach me. Legs that support the body's weight. Arms to reach and hands to touch. A voice to call out to one another (even one who is not your Pair). A scent I cannot place.

It is a wonderful feeling, and the world is wide (calling to be explored).

But, first, I have some explanations to make.

"Kurau!" the same man as earlier. He stands before me, now: Dr. Himaji Amami, father of: Kurau Amami. I shall begin with that.


Constructive Criticism on: grammatical and/or spelling errors, pacing, and easily readable format are encouraged and welcome.

For characterization issues: please, ask questions. These characters are incredibly complex and dynamic (and quite frankly terrifying for me to write).