Song Two- Donut Hole- By Hachi/Gumi

Lucina stared at the mirror. It was so odd to not recognize the face in it. Something, she wasn't sure what, had happened to erase her memories. Not a single thing from her past could be recalled. Her name had been found on something in her possession, she couldn't remember what, but she couldn't remember a thing other than the what she could see. She must have been rather well off, judging by her clothing and the tiara she had been wearing after having been found, and there was some odd mark in her left eye. None of it stirred the slightest memory in her, though. The only thing she could recall was a hazy memory of a face.

Blood-colored eyes, darker complexion, black, messy hair, a face bearing them was the only thing she could recall from her past. She'd asked everyone she had met at the hospital if they had seen someone like that, but no one knew who she was talking about. It was going to drive her crazy, she couldn't even remember his name. This person, she knew he was important, so very important, but she didn't know why. A vague feeling in her mind that he'd laugh at her if he knew she was fretting over this so much remained, but why? Who had he been to her? They looked nothing alike, so it couldn't have been a family member, so perhaps he had been a friend?

Something told her that wasn't quite right. Not a memory, but deduction. He must have been very important to her to be her sole memory. Perhaps her lover? If that was the case, she hated herself for forgetting him. She must have been an awful lover to have forgotten even the name of the one she loved.

The doctors who had managed to save her life after whatever accident occurred had made attempts to find someone who knew her, but without much success. They were hoping something would show up in her memory, but there had been no luck in that yet. It was more than just her memory that had been damaged by whatever tragedy she'd gotten caught up in. She was covered in awful scars, and her speech and motor skills were horribly damaged. She was lucky to be able to force out anything coherent, let alone whole sentences. These wounds were as unlikely to heal as her memory was to come back, leaving her useless even if she was found. No one knew how she could have possibly been so maimed, but they suspected it wasn't by chance. Honestly, the thought terrified her.

Even if she was useless, she wracked what was left of her brain to find that person. After a while, something managed to surface. Another memory of the same boy calling out to her, holding her hand. Shakily, a smile came to her warped face as the words she had been searching for finally found their way to her lips.

"D-dark Pit…"


AN- Well, that happened. I sort of want to write this story now, but I'm already in the middle of three series, so that's probably an awful idea. Anyways, thanks for reading! –Twilight Joltik