Summary: Klonoa always been curious. But this time Guntz takes the hit, the cabbit rendering him blind. And after a bump on the head he can hardly recall anything. His personality is completely contrary. When he gets the antidote for his blindness, Guntz slowly regains sight but in it's stead is a painful but murky memory.
Unknowingly-mutal feelings and confusion fly.
Will the old Guntz ever return? Will Klonoa want him to?
still not the greatest summary... Oh well. Just read it!
I am aware of the plot's similarity to 'Remember Me' by Mobian Hero. Before you flame my ass and call me a plagiarist, please:
a)Visit: mizui-tk./journal/19935945/ (Has explanation)
b) Read the story.
Not trying to be mean or nothing, just trying to save some hassles, 'kay? Please don't make me put this on each chapter... I hate being monotonous.
Months earlier…
A tall wolf with golden and obsidian fur that shimmered in the sunrise stood on a grassy hill. He was completely alone in the sparsely forested area. Just the way he liked it. He pulled out one of his two twin guns and practiced aiming it. After a while, he picked up a few stones, testing their weight and chucking the ones he found unsatisfactory over the small cliff nearby, underneath which was a continuation of the forest He chucked to himself and wondered absentmindedly if he had hit anything or anyone. The stones that he did keep, he put in a pile and picked one up. He put a new cartridge in his gun and then began throwing the stone up and down trying to get the timing right. Finally, he shot at it and it went spinning away. He walked over, boots crunching in the sticks and leaves and picked the stone up.
He was displeased with the fact that he had nicked only the side of it and threw it too, over in to the forest below.
An hour and many stones and pebbles later, he reached inside the red leather jacket he always wore and produced a thin piece of metal. It was silvery and smooth and reflected the morning light so well. He smiled inwardly as he pulled out a similar piece on metal that hung around his neck. It had a hole through it and was much more roughed up than the one he held in his white gloved hand. Face becoming more serious, he threw the piece up. He had thrown it kind of funny, so it went spinning and off to the right. He had to turn to face it.
He knew he shouldn't have shot at it. It was too close to the cliff. But the wolf's mind was focused on replicating what had happened with his last stone; a hole, right through the middle.
BANG- Too late, the metal bit went flying. The wolf had to jump to catch it.
His clothes marred with dirt and most of his arm over the small cliff, he smiled. He would see his friend soon, and give this to him as a token of his gratitude for being a friend through thick and thin.
Yaaay, I finally got around to putting it up! I've had this up on DeviantART for months, but never put it up... I'm lazy like that /shot/