A/N: This is inspired by the song Growing Pains by Eunhyuk and Donghae. I love those two and I decided to write this. Please review. I need to know what I need to improve. Thanks, people! ^^
I edited a few parts. ^^
Summary: Erasure - A company that offers the deletion of unwanted memories. However, like amnesia, there could still be a trigger to make all those memories flow back in. What would you do when you tried everything to forget about the past, but it still comes back? Multiple pairings inside. Rated T for swearing.
-LeeJiiin/AoiSora27
Prologue
Tuesday
March 07, 2079
I found myself walking towards a certain building and I never really thought that I would ever need to go in there. An old friend of mine once told me about this, and honestly, I found the goal of this company preposterous. Now, I take it all back. I hate to admit it, but I need their help.
I took a deep breath before crossing those automatic doors and the moment I stepped in, a receptionist with obnoxiously white teeth greeted me with a warm smile. "Hello, sir! Welcome to Erasure. Everything will be fine after you get out of this building. Believe me." I nodded as an answer and gave off a soft smile as a 'thank you'. I was given a sheet of paper and she said that I must fill that up. There was nothing much to fill up - just a few basic questions about me, like my name, age and address.
After filling it up, she asked some guy in black to take me to Doctor Kim, the founder of this relatively new company. I joined him upstairs and as I take every step, I felt strangely nervous. Cold sweat started to trickle down from my forehead. I do not know, but I suddenly felt that the atmosphere became heavier.
He opened the door for me and I saw a young man with chestnut brown hair and a weird curl that had a face on it. I went inside the office and the man, after giving the paper to him, closed the door and left the two of us alone. I did not expect that he was young, I was actually expecting an old man who had white hair and the like, but no, he looked very youthful. He told me to sit on one of those expensive-looking leather chairs and I abided.
"Are you really sure about this? Do you really want to do this?" he asked me before I could even open my mouth to say something. "Yes," I answered flatly. "I would not require you to sign a contract. It will just be a trigger to make your forgotten memories flow back again. Yes. It could come back, just like amnesia," he said with a smile.
"So you are telling me that this is only temporary?" I asked sceptically. I do not want to remember that ever again. That memory haunts me every night in my dreams. I would not even bother going in here if it were not for that. He closed his eyes and nodded. "That's why I was asking you," he said as he folded his hands. "Now, would you still like to do this?"
I bit my lip. Even if it was just a temporary freedom from those horrible memories, I shall gladly accept it. I would just have to come back here, would not I? I inhaled deeply before giving my answer. "Please help me forget. Help me forget about him." My lower lip was shaking. "Even just for a short time, I want to be free." My voice cracked and the next thing I knew, I was crying.
He smiled as he put out an old clock and an hourglass. "Very well then, Mr Vargas, what would you like to forget?"