Forgotten Memories

Author: Violette Mai

A/N: Welcome fellow Fanfictioners! ^.^ Its been a while since I have posted anything at all on But, I am BACK! I hope I did okay, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! I apologize for any grammar/spelling errors. When you are finished reading, Please, REVIEW and let me know what you think!

A dark blue car turned off the pavement and onto the gravel road. Tall trees with their large branches hung overhead, lining both sides of the narrow road and scattering all threw out the site. The driver glanced out the windows as he drove by. A small camp ground was to the left, empty of any campers. The toddler park at the edge of the camp site was empty of any laughter and running children. A long field stretched covering the rest of the land. Bright yellow dandelions were scattered mixing with tiny deep purple flowers. To the right he saw the volley ball park, tall grass and weeds growing in the cold sand. Thick wooded areas covered the rest of the field. Finally the car stops at the end of the road, which turned into a counter sack. Over the tall grass he could just barely see the beginning of the lake, and hear the howls the strong winds and crashing waves created.

Still sitting in the car, grasping the steering wheel he stares out the window, watching, observing. He looks over at the boat dock to the left. It was just like the rest of the park. Empty. The brown log house, that stood across the round clearing stood tall.. two stories high with a huge porch hanging off the back steps. A place that probably once served as a summer vacation house, or a place of celebration. Straight ahead between the house and boat dock and over the tall grass he could just see the beginning of the large lake.

After pulling his keys out the ignition, Odin Lowe Jr. Stepped out of the car and stood, the harsh winds whipping at his wild brown hair.

A weird feeling crept up his spine and tickled his brain. Almost like déjà vu. He's been here before. Everything was so familiar, but at the same time he had no recognition once so ever. Not a face, not a name, not even a timeline nor memory. But he knew this place. He has been here before. What brought him here... how did he know the way?

That was how life has always been for Odin. He awoke one summer evening, with no memories. Just this urgent feeling of Run, Run! And that's what he did. He left the hospital without ever looking back. It wasn't until a few days later that the words Odin Lowe came tumbling out of his mouth after he bumped into someone. While he was helping them gather their things off the ground the stranger held out a hand and asked for his name. The words just spilt from his lips and he wasn't even sure if that was his real name, but it stuck and eventually grew on him.

With no credits and no friends and family to rely on he went through some tough times. He was weak and under nourished , so he guessed he was in a coma for quit a while. It made it hard to find work, so he had to settle with taking what he needed. When he got stronger and could find someone to hire him without a background check, even if it was only a few days here and there he took the work. No questions asked.

Moving place to place he found out how much people talked. There was always something to be gossiped about. Odin found it irritating, but from what he gathered from news and papers, he awoke a little over a year after the war ended. The earth and colonies were on the path of peace. That thought alone comforted him, but he didn't completely understand it. He has various scars all over his body that made him believe he could have been a soldier at one point. What he didn't know, was what side he fought for. Odin didn't look too far into it. Something told him he didn't want to know. So for the past four years he has been drifting colony to colony, from country to country until he settled into North America just within this the past year. It hasn't always been easy, but it hasn't always been too hard either. He had a natural instinct for survival.

Does he ever regret his actions? Not really. When he had left the hospital the clip board hanging off the end of the bed had him listed as a John Doe. No contacts, no history. He use to wonder who he left behind, but with no memory of his former life he felt it was better to just move on. It was better to disappear then live each day living a life with hopeful stares on him. It was better not to torture those that might have cared for him. To start fresh and start a new life full of memories that hopefully, this time around will stay for good.

Gently shaking his head to rid of his lonely thoughts his Prussian blue eyes looked towards the lake. Walking to the fairly large area in between the House and Boat Dock he saw the beach was just through the weeds and just less then a foot down. Carefully walking down to the beach that was only a foot or so out, and 20 feet wide, he had hoped for something, to recover just a glimpse of memory.

Before this day, Odin had never felt this close to remembering anything. He often wondered what his life was like before, but to have an inch away from his finger tips was something entirely new.

Looking around the lake, he was searching his brain for even a glimpse of memory. Nothing came. A few hundred feet out he watched the large white birds notice him, not liking his close presence they start to drift further from reach.

The cold waters of the lake reached out to the horizon, tall trees hanging over the edges. There was clouds in the horizon, threatening a down pour with their dark hue. Staring at the clouds his heart felt so heavy, why? A gust of air pushes past and he spread his arms out wide, embracing the harsh winds that race off the lake towards the beach. Closing his eyes he stood there, with the winds trying to push him over. He couldn't grab a hold of the wind, like he couldn't understand this indescribable feeling. I've been here... he thought. He tries to imagine standing there, his heels digging in the sand. But he couldn't. Still, not a memory recovered even though he felt like it was here. All there was here, was the smell of crisp air mingling with the small decaying catfish that drifted ashore to their final resting places.

He felt the strong need to know why it was all so familiar, and he knew he wouldn't find the answers out by staring out into nothingness. Turning his back to the water he walked back to the car, looking down the road in which he came. That very long road that lead him here with more questions then answers. Why did he follow this path.. What lead him to this place? But when he looked out to the grounds there still wasn't another soul. The small park was empty just like the volley ball set and camping site. Immediately to his right, at the end of the field alongside the lake was another play ground with slides, climbing rope latters and a tire swing. He walked to it, and freezes as he was about to pass a wooden fence guiding him down the small dirt path.

(Heavy breathing, the sound of blood pumping in his ears. Gripping the fence for support. Heart beating wildly within its cage.)

That's when he knew that he was on this path once before. It was like a glimpse into his past that made him weak at the knees. He looked within himself once more for answers but nothing came, yet It all felt so real.

Regaining his strength he continued on to the clearing of weed flowers and green grass until he reached the wooden play set. It looked smaller up close. He guessed himself to about 22 or 23 years old. And people his age do not play on children's play ground. Sitting on the nearby picnic table with his hands deep within his pockets, once again he finds himself staring out to the lake. At this side there was a thin beach that didn't come a foot in. Rusted wires and wood blanks littered the waters. Swimmer Booeys danced in the waves. It didn't look like this place had been used for swimming in a while. Even though, something about this place entranced him. He didn't want to leave without answers. Closing his cobalt blue eyes he tried to remember anything. A voice, a memory, anything to help him ease this aching feeling deep within his heart.

A loud scream shook him from his thoughts, spinning around his eyes danced around the area until landing on the swings. They swung harshly again as another strong wind flew across the land. Shaking the rusting chains and making them bellow out a deep screech as it rubbed against the bolt hooks. Odin snuggled closer into his black sweater to shield himself better.

("Heero!" a shout echoed in his brain, and he could see a blur of long chestnut hair flowing free.)

Coming back to the present his eyes burned as a sudden hole opened within his chest. The feeling of missing someone, so bad that it hurt. But he didn't understand why, and who he was missing.

Taking a shaky breath trying to calm his racing heart as he remembered one thing; whoever it was had long chestnut colored hair.

Leaning his head back he stared up to the heavens. Gray clouds were now above him stretching out over the sky, no longer hiding in the horizon. The sun hid behind them as it made its descend under the horizon. Splash of pinks and purple rays finding there way to shine through. Sunset skies can be just as beautiful as those most particular shade of cobalt eyes. Pause. What? Where did that thought come from, he wondered. Eyes, such unforgettable eyes. Deep searching eyes that knew so much about him, that he was sure.

A sprinkle dropped down, splashing his cheek, another one followed landing in his eyes. He blinked them away, the memory of those cobalt blue eyes already fading from his vision. It almost felt like a birthday you were trying to remember by detail that happened 10 years ago. You know it happened, you sort of remember the important events, but otherwise… nothing.

He couldn't explain the sudden hole that opened up within his soul. An empty space left oozing that he didn't know how to fix. He has never felt so lonely, and forgotten. This desperation for answers. These quiet cries for help. What ever he lost was important, and he was missing it.

He felt these crushing feelings that threatened to squash him. He felt sorrow for not remembering. Not remembering something so special.

All he had remembered was images of chestnut hair and cobalt eyes looking at him with warmth. No clear image, but even through the fog that draped his own eyes from the past he couldn't forget that sparkling smile. Who was it?

A chill ran down his spine and he realized how chilly it got. The warm rays of sun finally gone, a curtain of darkness has descended the land. Croaks of frogs could be heard in the distant. Time has passed him bye but the hole was forever there, deep within his chest. Constricting.

A deep sigh blew past his lips.

His body was now damp with the light drizzle the clouds have dropped on him. It was time to go home. He straightened his back, placed his palms down against the table to push himself up when he felt it. Looking down, he looked to see his fingers had brushed against a deep carving into the wood of the picnic table. Sloppy handy work probably done with a pocket knife and poor penmanship. Squinting his eyes to try and see better in the dark he was suddenly startled by what he saw.

"Duo Maxwell + Heero Yuy" with a heart scratched around them.

"Duo.. Duo Maxwell." The name sounded so familiar on his tongue, and a flash of memory that came and went faster then he could blink. Those images will forever burn the back of his eyelids. Cobalt eyes, dancing with laughter. Perfect shaped lips turned upwards in a carefree smile.

("Heero, lets go over here! C'mon, nobody's watching!" a figure pointed towards a brown painted fence. It led a dirt path alongside a wooded cluster of trees, probably to prevent people from going in. "Well don't just stare at me! Come here!"

And the image got closer.

Closer.

Until he was up close to a beautiful face.)

That's when he realized, he was looking in the eyes of Duo Maxwell. A Heart shaped face with chestnut brown hair, cobalt eyes and a smile that warmed his heart.

*OWARI*

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