Re_Birthday-Len Kagamine
Chapter One
Was I falling? There was no way to know for certain. My senses were all gone, I couldn't see, feel or hear a thing, I wasn't even breathing as far as I could tell, and except for this peculiar falling sensation there was nothing else. After a long while it began to feel relaxing, if there was nothing else then I would enjoy the only feeling I had left, falling. I was lulled into a sleep like state I will assume, because after an even longer while I lost whatever consciousness I had left, and succumbed to nothingness once more. Nothingness.
Was that some sort of beat I felt? Like the beginning of a song...My head throbbed painfully as I was drawn back to consciousness. The pain was unbearable; I lay still, not knowing what to do. With each throb the feeling worsened, making me wish for my previous state of sleep to take me once again. I lay attempting to resurrect the feeling of falling. Finally realising that I was in far too much pain to sleep I instead decided to sit up, or at least turn to lay on my back, as I felt I was on my side, making the pain throb more acutely in my right temple than my left. It occurred to me only now that I was regaining the power to feel my own body once again, I could feel my own limbs, though each limb felt numb.
Slowly, I pulled my right arm out from underneath my body, surprised to feel it wasn't more numb than any other part of my body, spreading my hand out flat on the surface beneath me, and forcing my arm to straighten in order to push myself into a sitting position. My arm trembled uncontrollably as I forced the weight of my body upon my weak hand. Finally I was able to pull my weak body into a sitting position; this helped the pain in my head greatly, and after what seemed to me a small while it had gone completely.
Now that my head was clear, I began to take in my surroundings, slowly becoming more and more receptive, and it occurred to me that I hadn't even opened my eyes yet, fearing that I would be blinded by whatever light was around me after keeping them closed for so long. I struggled to lift my heavy lids, and I began to become frustrated with this, only then I blinked. Realising that my eyes had been open, only it was too dark to see...was it too dark? I felt a wave of panic wash over me, was I blind? I also realised that in the hours I had been here, if not days, I hadn't heard a thing either. Had I become blind and deaf? I continued to blink, hoping this would only be temporary. As my fear gripped more fiercely at me, I opened my mouth to shout; only nothing came out. I tried again, and was now unsure as to whether I was deaf or mute.
I sat alone, shivering, not entirely certain whether I was cold or scared, or if I just wanted to know that I could still feel something. After hours of this I tilted my head back, longing for something to happen, when suddenly something caught my eye...my eyes! So I'm not blind after all, I thought to myself, at least that was one less problem. I had noticed a hole in what I assumed was the ceiling of this place...a room surely. As my eyes began to focus more acutely again, I realised that I was staring at a giant spring. Why didn't I notice it before? I wondered to myself. I started up, feeling awe as I gazed upon the first thing I'd been able to see since I'd been here, anyone would've thought I was seeing for the first time...wait was it the first time? I couldn't seem to remember.
A sudden sound startled me, momentarily drawing my attention away from the spring above. The sound what was it? A voice...yes a voice! I listened carefully, waiting for this mysterious voice to split through the silence again, a chill ran down my spine as it dawned on me that I recognised this voice, this voice that belonged to...who? I didn't know, yet somehow something inside of me told me that I had heard this voice before. Again the voice came, speaking clearly to me now.
"You sinful boy" it began in an accusing tone. As I stared I managed to make out the form of this person, long hair, possibly green? Still, I didn't recall who this frightening figure was, what did it mean sinful boy? Was I sinful?
"You are to be here for all of eternity" It pointed an accusing finger at me, making me wish to run away from it, but there was nowhere to run. Eternity, what could I possibly have done that would make eternity alone my fitting punishment?, I thought desperately, I couldn't recall anything before being here. I didn't have much time to think about this before the dreadful voice spoke again.
"You can never leave this room" It declared, still pointing straight at me.
What was I being punished for? I hadn't done anything, I'd been in this room for as long as I could remember...hadn't I? As I thought more about it, I began to wonder how DID I get here? What had come before this? Surely I hadn't been in this room since I'd come into existence. Why was I here? Why was it all I knew? I became frustrated; understanding now, remembering that something must have come before this room, I wouldn't have been born here...didn't I live before this? In a place where I could speak, hear and move properly? What had come before I started falling? Surely I had known other people...otherwise I wouldn't recognise this strange voice bringing me ill news.
I ran a hand through my blond hair...blond hair...suddenly something seemed to come to me, wasn't I forgetting something important? Was it important to...me? Important, inside I felt it must be important...what though? Something...important to me? Something important...something...no...Someone important. Someone who meant the world to me, inside I could feel my love for this person, someone...blond hair...they'd had blond hair like mine...that's what had triggered this odd emotion. Blond hair the same as mine...blonde hair, she'd had blonde hair...she wore hers down, unlike me, I wore mine in a ponytail, this was due mainly to convenience, it was less difficult to serve someone with your hair out of the way...I served her. Important. She was important, only someone important would have servants...a lady of high status, a Queen. She was the Queen, and I was her servant, but there was more, what was this she meant more to me than that, she wasn't just the Queen, oh she was much more than that to me...my...my sister, she was my sister, no, more...the other half of my soul, my twin.
With this information the rest of my memories began to flood back, consuming me, taking me back, I remembered it all as if I were reliving it once more...
