Hello, everyone! Welcome to chapter 2!

This one took a little longer than I hoped it would. But, many rewrites later, it has arrived!

Insane Dominator: Thanks for your review. I really appreciate it. To be honest, I haven't really tried writing from the point of view of someone with amnesia before, so it was a little hard at first and didn't turn out like I wanted, but I enjoyed the process. From here on out, it gets better, so I like to believe. As for your questions...all will be revealed along the way. There's actually a lot coming, relatively speaking. Nothing huge yet, but not disappointing either. I hope you like how it goes. As for Aquilo...enjoy the ride. He might surprise you. And Pokemon will be making an appearance! Can't say when, but soon! There are some nice references tho!

William Sloan: Thanks for your review as well! I really appreciate it! I just got around to reading your story and I've enjoyed it so far. Thanks for the compliments. I like being conventional, especially when it helps with representation. I like reading and watching stories and shows where I can physically see myself as a character and letting me know that hey, I can do that do! So, if this helps someone see just a little bit of themselves in my writing, then I'm happy! I hope you enjoy the ride, it's going to be a great adventure for Kamari from here on out. Also, about Poppilo, I actually adored the little guy when he first came out. He was my first choice for a starter for sun and moon and I love his entries and move-set. He did receive a lot of flack though and that confused me, but I loved his design. He's adorable. Thanks for the recommendations, I'll be sure to check them and leave a review for your story as well!

And now, on with the chapter! I hope you enjoy it!


Fairy Tail's Moonlight

Chapter 2: Moonlit Enigmas

Was faux confidence a crime? Kamari hoped not. He quite enjoyed striding through these empty halls with his head held high. Intoxicated by the power echoing from each step. A welcomed change, he decided with a smile as warmth pulsed through his mind.

This must be happiness.

Happiness was a powerful drug, he realized. It transformed the world around into surges of emotions and sensations. Most weren't even his own! This drug opened his mind to the hopes, dreams, and aspirations as other living in this monastery. He allowed them to coil around him and whisper sweet nothings into his ears as he continued his path.

What are my dreams? My hopes? My aspirations? Kamari frowned and tucked a stray lock behind his ear.

Try as he might, Kamari couldn't ignore his own predicament. As these bright and warm emotions flooded his body, the pain fought back. Those dark, powerful emotions lashed out in his mind, relishing in the pain these sleepless nights brought. Drowning him in memories—No! Nightmares, Kamari countered, though the doubt startled him.

There was a distinct pleasure in regaining lost memories. It was a reconnection to a time thought to be lost. Kamari longed for snippets of his life and his name was only the beginning. However, one simple memory brought a barrage of sensations he was unprepared to deal with.

Those nightmares no longer felt like tricks of mind luring him into a lonely pit. But memories.

Could that truly be a part of my past?

No, he refused to believe that. There was no way he was at the mercy of those creatures. They were nothing like Prima or those critters at the beach. No, those creatures were malevolent and sadistic, savoring his screams and thrashings as those tears leaked from his eyes. Involuntarily, he reminded himself. Though he couldn't help the shudder as he felt those slimy tentacles daub his skin. Pressed against him as if warning him they would break through his protective layer.

No, that wasn't his past. They were nightmares conjured by the darkness shrouding his memories. Even now the thick blanket concealed too much, but he was grateful for the beams of light piercing through with fresh memories. Memories of times lost and forgotten. Kamari welcomed the light into his life and allowed it to fuel the confidence flowing through him.

{Kamari Agrinya,} He froze. That beautiful, melodious voice from his dreams whispered. And soon, that whisper became a chant, gaining great power with each articulation. A grand echo boomed through his mind as a choir joined in. {Kamari Agrinya!}

Who is Kamari Agrinya?

"Kamari?" Kamari eyed his roommate and frowned at the confusion marring his handsome features. Aquilo furrowed his brows as he pushed open their door. "Are you okay?"

He's immediate reaction was to smile and nod. Play up the air of confidence as the confusion eased away from Aquilo's features. Granting time to memorize every detail of his face until Aquilo entered the room. And he felt his legs move to follow him. His body reacted accordingly, but his mind? No, that was left in disarray as those dark emotions whirled through his mind.

Was he okay?

It pained him to know he couldn't answer that question. To know his first response would always be to lie. Disguise his feelings to the benefit of others. A useful skill, he supposed as he took his seat, but malicious when used incorrectly. Malicious to those he loved and trusted.

Malicious to people like Aquilo.

"Kamari," Aquilo started with worry shining in his eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Y—ah," Kamari paused. Just the thought left his mouth aching from the foul aftertaste. He knew little about himself, but if this was the person he was—Kamari shook his head. No, he refused to believe himself to be a horrid person. Someone who'd lie just to keep those around him out. No, that was not Kamari Agrinya. That wasn't…him.

"N-No," He flinched. Suddenly that word felt like a toxic knife driven into his veins. "No, I guess I'm not."

The thing about faux confidence was it always deserted its host when needed. It came in pulsing highs that left one floating on cloud nine. However, when reality came knocking, it dragged its host to the earth and depleted them of whatever energy they had left. Kamari found that to be especially foul.

Grimy, he paused. Where did that word come from?

It didn't matter, he supposed. Right now, he had Aquilo to respond to. His roommate locked those wonderful emerald eyes on him, frowning in thought over what was said. That was fair, Kamari nodded. He rarely shared his feelings with his roommate. Stashed anchors of secrets behind closed doors.

He shook his head and met Aquilo's stare head-on. "I had a…nightmare," He decided to keep it simple. No sense in flooding the conversation with more than he could handle. That was fair, right? "I was held captive by these…monsters. They attacked me and I couldn't defend myself. I just remember this sharp pain in my head their tentacles pressing against my skin. I can still feel it…"

He could feel it. The cold slime trailing down his skin. Those frosty limbs rammed against him, begging for an entrance. That burning sensation flooding his nostrils as his head racked with pain. Blinding white pain, but he refused to scream. He bit his lip and wiggled away until—

"It was just a nightmare."

Huh? Kamari blinked and locked eyes with his roommate. He expected Aquilo to be sympathetic, offering him a shoulder to cry on. Perhaps even a hug? But this Aquilo failed to meet expectation. He only shrugged and leaned against the wall with an air of nonchalance.

"It was just a nightmare," Aquilo repeated with a smirk. "No biggie. Just forget about it, 'kay?"

Just a nightmare, Kamari frowned. "But it felt like reality."

"Hey, so was that time I was on a huge mountain of ice cream," Aquilo waved him off with another nonchalant shrug. It never used to bother him before, but now? It felt like a slap in the face and Kamari didn't think he could take another. "Listen, your brain's still wacko from that crazy vision-thingy you had. Relax. It was just a nightmare."

Just a nightmare? Part of Kamari desired it to be truthful. If only to blame these sleepless nights on intense nightmare. No memories of a life he's lost. Just fear-driven moments of weakness. He could live that.

{No, you can't!} Kamari flinched. A new voice barked in his mind. This voice was unlike the moon's gentle melody splashing away his misgivings. No, this voice sounded oddly like his own. However, it was filled with confidence and strength he's failed to cultivate for himself. {Tell me, you'd rather be whole or a fragment?}

Was he a fragment? Kamari wasn't certain. He never reminded these intense, dark emotions drowning his thoughts with their negativity. But, he would claim to be happy before he learned his name. Did happiness come from wholeness? Did he have to learn more about himself to be happy?

Just a nightmare, he frowned. That odd voice mocked the thought, claiming it to be foolish as he laughed. The voice whispered these strange phrases and word. Terms of power, he realized, when the whispers became chants. Echoes boomed through his mind as he clenched his teeth.

Just a nightmare.

"Stop saying that," Kamari grounded out through clenched teeth. A fiery explosion of anger bubbled in his chest, burning against his heart. He didn't know how much longer he could contain it. "It wasn't a nightmare! If it were, I wouldn't feel this Frustration!"

Scccrrreeeccckkkk!

Huh? Kamari blinked. The anger subdued as if submerged in a great waterfall. A rush of tranquility was left in its wake as his muscles left their tensed state. What was—gods! But that tranquility froze with his blood as his eyes went wide. Clenched in his hands was a chunk of cloth and cotton. And his sheets were missing a substantial patch.

Did I do that?

He couldn't have! He didn't have the strength for that, did he? "Whoa!" His eyes flew to Aquilo and he flinched. It was true if his roommate's features were any indication. The wide eyes and gaping jaw. Though, Kamari felt just a tingle of fear creeping onto Aquilo's features. "How did you do that?!"

He didn't even know himself. Kamari released the breath hitched in his throat and tossed away the lifeless chunk. "I-I dunno," he caressed his trembling hands and averted his gaze. "I was just so mad and there were these emotions and these words! Like spells or something! I dunno how I—"

"—What did you say?"

The fear, Kamari could feel it staining the air. He turned his gaze to Aquilo and watched the horror spread across his roommate's features. His eyes wide enough to pop out his skull, lip trembling as his hands clenched the sheets. And there was a chill. An odd, frosty chill, but the window was closed.

"A-Are you okay, Aquilo?"

The chill grew colder and Aquilo grounded out, "What did you say," with a certain edge to his voice. Sharp and cold like icicles as they picked at Kamari's skin. Part of him detested that tone of voice. A sudden urge to snap back and argue pounded against his mind and he was certain it was that voice. So, he ignored him and caressed his hands as Aquilo continued. "Did you say a spell? Like magic?"

"I mean, maybe?" Kamari shrugged. "I just kept hearing this voice whisper these words and phrases like they were some kind of spell. But it can't be, right? I'm not a mage."

This conversation appeared stressful for Aquilo. Kamari observed the horror melt into nervous attention as the room grew colder. "I-I dunno," Oddly enough, Aquilo managed to keep his stammering cold. Kamari raised an eyebrow and took a seat beside him. He even tried to comfort his roommate, but Aquilo flinched away from his touch.

"Magic isn't allowed here. I-It's forbidden!" He spoke in a loud whisper, eyes darting across the room. As if the door would open. As if he was afraid. "What if you are a mage? They'll banish you! O-Or worse!"

"What's worse than banishment?" His brown eyes went wide, however, when Aquilo lost control of his breathing. "Aquilo? Aquilo! What's wrong? Calm down or you'll hyperventilate or something!"

He received an answer, however, not in the form he wished for. If he were honest, how it happened was a blur. Kamari was vaguely aware of hands latched onto his shoulders before he was shoved against the wall. He nearly cried out when the sound died away. The chills grew colder until Kamari saw his own breath. The chills grasped his body in its painful embrace and he shuddered.

All he became aware of was that glare.

Aquilo stood over Kamari. Aquilo's hands pressed him to the walls. His emerald eyes frozen over to a brilliant blue. His once pale skin grew darker until it became caramel. And his voice deepened from his high, boyish pitch as he spoke. Kamari couldn't follow those words. He was busy avoiding the icicles in Aquilo's voice. Not to mention the force of ten avalanches shoveled behind that glare alone.

"You are not a mage," He gnashed. "You did a trick. Are we clear?"

That new side of Kamari demanded he screams "no," and shove his friend off him. Console him as he worked this phase out of his system. Hold him and whisper soothing words in his ears.

And Kamari certainly agreed. This wasn't the Aquilo he knew. No, that happy-go-lucky kid couldn't produce a glare this cold. Or growl with rage to make a polar bear cringe. No, the Aquilo he knew was too gentle for such activities.

His body, however, had other plans. Kamari wasn't sure if it was the freakish cold, Aquilo's sudden shift, or a combination that compelled him to bob his head and whisper a "yes". A word that sent that new side of him into a frenzy as it demanded an explanation. Unfortunately, he couldn't provide one. He only sighed with relief when the pain lessened. Hugged himself as Aquilo babbled his apologies and bid him goodnight. Slink under his sheets as he struggled to find warmth in their arctic room. His mind buzzed with questions, but he could only settle on one before sleep claimed him.

Aquilo, who are you?