Author's Note: Hey, It's Elixan again! Here with My Previous Existance. It's the first story that I have written based on the KH game Birth By Sleep. So, I hope that YOU will have fun reading it, and I will have fun writing!
I guessed that I had been asleep.
Not because I was dreaming, but because I had woken up. The virtual drowsiness had started to ebb away, however, not without leaving a certain aftertaste that made my eyes and muscles slow to react to my now conscious brain.
As my senses began to sluggishly come back to me, I noticed a familiar scent. In the back of my mind, I was sure that I had not ever come across such a smell, and yet, the way it tasted in my nose sent recognition to my thoughts. But where did I recognize it? What allowed me to feel recognition?
A cross between sea-breeze and pen ink, it was not altogether unpleasant. In fact, it smelled somewhat comforting.
My eyelids parted. Blurry images turned sharp. I saw sunlight streaming in the room, through a large window next to my resting self.
Where was I?
Alarm ran free through me. This room was not one that I recognized, even in the least. The bed that I lay on was adorned with black sheets. Next to me was a dull gray nightstand table with a red lamp that looked very eccentric. The only other thing in the room (which was colored with dirty white walls and a dark beige carpet) was a black rug, along with a dirty white bookcase. Besides all that, a boy stood in the open doorway.
A boy with midnight black hair and haunted yellow eyes sent tremors down my spine. He was wearing some kind of black and red body suit that was textured to look like corded muscles. From his waist to his knees, some kind of tattered and worn cloth hung like a skirt. If it were not for the boy's expression, I would have laughed.
"Confused?" his male voice was almost innocent enough to pass for a teenager. It was also laced with a hint of amusement.
"A bit." I replied, my feminine voice strong despite the unease surrounding my thoughts.
"That was expected." he said in an indifferent tone.
"Who are you?" I dared ask a moment later. His demeanor was one that gave off the impression of solitude, independence, and one to be feared. I tried not to let it get to me.
"That's…a pretty good question. Glad you could ask it." He gave me a mockery of a grin and left the room, shutting the door behind him. I heard a click. He had locked the door.
I sighed. What was he going to do, starve me to death? Torture me? For what? What did I possibly know that could be of use to him?
Then again, what did I know?
What could I remember? I couldn't remember anything. Anything. No matter how hard I tried, nothing came to mind. Not even the night before. Once a headache threatened to take me over, I stopped trying so hard to think of familiar things. It was hopeless.
I turned to my window. At least it wasn't locked. I opened it all the way, and stared out at the sky for what seemed like hours, as that was my only view from up here in this room, besides the endlessly expanding grass plain, stretching for what looked like forever.
Another sigh left my mouth as I tried to count the stars. It was literally impossible. As I tried to focus on one, I lost track and counted it as another. There was just simply too many to see. They covered the entire sky, no matter which direction I looked in.
Maybe someday I would be able to fly past those stars. Past the sky, even. My cheeks raised upward at the thought. Then I thought of where I was, and realized that I may not get the chance. My lips returned to their former frown, and a single tear rolled down my cheek. I was being held prisoner in a place where I had no memory and no freedom. Who was I kidding? I would never be able to get past the stars.
Hell, I was lucky enough to see them tonight.
A breeze blew by, and I shut the window. My stomach growled for the umpteenth time today. For some reason, my head was throbbing.
I may not have been tired, but I couldn't do anything else except stare out of the window. It didn't feel like anyone was going to feed me anytime soon. I curled up like a cat at the edge of the bed (that was comfortable for me), covered myself in the black bed covers, and shoved the fluffy pillow underneath my head.
It may not have made sense to someone that was watching me (which I hope no one was), but it wasn't like I cared. I decided to do the things I could the way I wanted to do them.
As the last of my errant thoughts scurried like mice through my mind, I caught a dim orange lining beginning to streak in through the window. The sun was rising. But it didn't get far in the sky before I lost consciousness and slipped into the void in which I was latent the previous afternoon.
No dreams came.
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