This story is kind of inspired and based on a somewhat popular (and somewhat not popular) light novel. I purposely made this story look a bit like the light novel for everyone to notice. I think it deserves to be known, but it is for you to know what light novel I based this one. I've already finished three chapters of this story, but I'll put the second chapter tomorrow and the other chapter the next day. I'm sorry if it's short... Don't worry though since I'll work on this story (while rewriting the whole chapters of my other multi-chapter story...) Anyways, enjoy :)
Prismatic Memories
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Chapter 1: Chartreuse
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I remember the time that I met him, his chartreuse green eyes that stare emotionlessly at me and his figure that is kept hidden in the shadows.
It's not like I've forgotten him. I probably still remember him, and I even dream of him, like I am now.
But I just can't exactly remember how he looks like outside my dreams.
It's not like I've forgotten. No, I just can't forget him that easily, his mysterious figure that is kept hidden in the shadows and his chartreuse green eyes that stare emotionlessly at me.
I tried to find any cues to retrieve my memories of him. I tried, I certainly could remember, but I don't get around to looking back. That's because nothing in my life could possibly remind me of everything about him. But I remember what he did.
He smiled.
"Do you have a wish?" The figure of a male asked me in a calm voice.
"Rin…"
I saw his face, or so I believe, but while he resembles just about anyone, he also looks completely different from anyone. All I can decipher is that his chartreuse green eyes stared at my whole being emotionlessly.
I guess I gave him a passive, harmless answer back then. But I don't remember how I answered him.
His eyes moved –as he was emotionlessly staring at my chest, as if staring right through my heart—to my face as he move his shadowy hand and outstretched it, as if expecting a handshake from me.
"I can grant any wish." He looked at me like how he looked at me earlier, his eyes void of any emotion.
"Rin…"
I narrowed my eyes at him. I don't know if my eyes were deceiving me, but nonetheless, I saw a hint of mischief and sincerity in his emotionless eyes. That fact made it feel strange to me. It was like giving someone a present as big as a medium-sized aquarium and as heavy as an elephant, but was empty when you opened it.
I don't remember what I answered to him, but I remember what he said to me.
"Why…?"
"I don't know… but it feels like I need to..." I didn't quite get what he was trying to say, but I think I smiled involuntarily after he said it. "But I have to say, if I am to grant you a wish, it can become a curse or a gift for you. Nevertheless, be careful what you wish for. I can help you find clues on how to remove it, but I can't help you remove it directly." I looked at him with confused eyes. Even though there was no emotion in his eyes, his voice ejaculated a concerned wave. I felt as if I were attacked by an unpleasant sensation that drew my whole body towards his eyes. I quickly looked away.
"Rin…"
"I will grant you any wish. I don't mind any wish at all. I won't stop you even if your wish destroys all of mankind. Even if it kills me, I don't mind."
"Rin…"
I don't remember what I answered to him, but I remember what he did to me.
"Why…?"
I wouldn't remember this dream when I woke up. But I would be able to clearly remember what I thought of him. I remember what he did. Although his emotionless eyes are the only thing you can see on his shadowy figure, I remember what he did.
He smiled.
I tried to find any cues to retrieve my memories of him. I tried, I certainly could remember, but I don't get around to looking back. That's because nothing in my life could possibly remind me of everything about him. But I remember what he did.
It's not like I've forgotten. No, I just can't forget him that easily, his mysterious figure that is kept hidden in the shadows and his chartreuse green eyes that stare emotionlessly at me.
But I just can't exactly remember how he looks like outside my dreams.
It's not like I've forgotten him. I probably still remember him, and I even dream of him, like I am now.
I remember the time that I met him, his chartreuse green eyes that stare emotionlessly at me and his figure that is kept hidden in the shadows.
He smiled.
"I… I want to—"