Memory is a strange thing. Sometimes you can't remember where your keys are. Sometimes you forget someone's name. Sometimes you forget your entire life.
Don't you hate when that happens?
He's yelling. He tells me all these strange things.
"Your name was Clearian!"
Hmm… no, that doesn't sound right. My name is Plum. Like a treasure. Master Chrollo tells me so. I look to him. Just seeing him, I'm filled with happiness. He smiles and pats my head.
Yes. This is right. How could this be wrong?
This boy is wrong. This blond boy in the cage with the pretty scarlet eyes. But I'm not concerned. We'll fix him soon. I'll make him see that we're right.
"Chrollo-Sama, why does he say these things? Why does he tell these lies?" I ask piteously. Chrollo looks at me sadly, and I want to fix everything that makes him unhappy.
"Because his head is sick. And only we can make him better." He tells me, dropping to one knee like a knight. I brighten.
"Something only we can do together?" I ask breathlessly. He smiles proudly and I burst with joy.
"Yes. Just us." He says drawing me into those gentle, loving arms. I hug him tight, basking in his warmth. Then the blond boy speaks and I look at him sadly.
He insists that my name was Clearian. I wish he would just be quiet and go to sleep in his cage until I fix his brain. "Be quiet chain boy..."
But then there was a tearing.
My head hurt. Cracking. Split in half.
And from that tear in the fabric erupted an entirely different world. A sudden light flooded my thoughts. Like a rainbow blooming. But instead of colors, voices, faces and smells danced upon my senses as if years of life were condensed into one instant. And I felt relieved, like taking that first breath of fresh air after drowning.
And from the black box of lies I stepped into a world I'd forgotten. Words written in my hand scrolled before my eyes. My journal opened before me and I read my own story.