Fuu was hesitant to put her head against the pillow; not afraid, oh hell no, a dream couldn't scare her. It was the fact she might not dream about the odd duo of blue eyes and yellow eyes, that she might dream something more horrid and dark. Shaking her head, and taking a deep breath, Fuu moved to her bed and lay there for a moment. It occurred to her then her bed was too big for one person. Looking to her left, it seemed an endless field of violet bed sheets.
He should be filling up the space...
The thought came at random, throwing her off completely; not because of the words, but of the truth from it. He should be there... but who was he? It was like the memories had been sealed away in the back of her mind. It wouldn't let her in, wouldn't let her remember. The thoughts came to a stop, and she rolled to her side, a hand in the empty space. She closed her eyes, and waited for sleep to cradle her in its comfortable fingers and usher her back into her dreams.
"Who are you?"
His voice rang out, clear in the darkness. Fuu turned, but found him nowhere in the abyss of black. She didn't answer him at first, then the darkness began to peel away like paint peeling off of walls. It left her in a maze, with the bushes flourished of white roses, gleaming in the moon light. Frowning, she felt her body feel lighter... cooler? Glancing down, she'd been placed in a dark blue strapless dress, her hair curled slightly to fall gently around her neck as the steel blue tresses had grown. For some reason, it didn't bother her; the dress was a nostalgic addition to the vivid dream, moving forward through the maze that... she felt she already knew. Her legs started to move her faster, and she was running bare foot in the moonlight and-
Her small feet can't catch up! He's holding her tiny hand but even then she's far too slow for him. His hand is large, and warm, and there's a light that comes off him that makes her heart feel all warm and fuzzy. Her big, red eyes look up at him, at his blue eyes that have turned to look at her. And she smiles, cheeks turning pink. A giggle, then, "Ve-"
She fell through the entrance, stumbling from the sheer vividness of the flashback that left her heart pumping. She huffs, glancing at her hands in case of injury, then she got up to take in the somewhat familiar world around her. The roses were all white in the strange garden. As she moves forward, she notices that some have actually been painted blue. She reaches out, touching one to find that the paint is being soaked in by the flowers, making the color permanent and very real.
"If you be my star, I'll be your sky~..." Fuu jumps up slightly at the sound of the voice singing in the distance; male, deep... grown up. The words echo in her head, and she remembers the melody; it leaks from the closed doors in the back of her mind, like the flashback. The door is beginning to open slightly, now if only she can push it further... Her feet start to take her forward as the male voice sings on- she hums along with him, quiet but she does just to make sure her mind isn't playing tricks on her, that it really is a melody she used to know. A young man, by the looks of it, with blond spiky hair, in clothing too small for him stands before a bush, painting the roses the beautiful blue. He puts the brush back in the paint can in his other hand, tilting his head to examine his work as he sings on. Fuu freezes where she stands, her face blank of emotion again just in case it turns to be the yellow eyed man in actuality.
"Far from here, where the beaches are wide, just leave me your wake to remember you by..." He turns, and stops, nearly dropping the can of blue paint and the large paintbrush at the sight of her- a flash of happiness in his eyes, but mainly shock dominates the blue orbs, and she remembers them. Frowning slightly, she takes a step back- he takes a step forward as if he doesn't want her to leave.
"Wait! Don't you... remember me?" He asks, holding out his hand to her, wanting the female to come closer. Fuu stares at it for a bit, her gaze cold, cautious, not moving from where she stands; this man... she knows is hidden behind the door, but until then, she'll stay wary of him.
"It's me... from all those years ago." He continues, the edges of his lips twitching up into a grin. "It's been a while... I thought you left for good. I thought..." He gulps slightly at a thought that disturbs him, and shakes his head to get rid of it. Fuu doesn't know what he's talking about, but he acts like he knows her. She grows frustrated at that, even more at the fact she only knows his face, maybe his name, but that's all.
"Y-you've grown up..." He mumbles with a blush, glancing at all of her from head to toe. "You look pretty, you know..." He adds, trying to hold back a nervous stammer. Fuu doesn't say anything, completely unsure with this all, of him, despite the... butter flies growin her stomach. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes, and frowned, glancing at his hand for a moment... then burst into a friendly smile.
"You don't remember, huh? Well... I can help you remember, if you like. I'm-"
"Ven." She cut him off, hiding the surprise she knew the name that well; another slip up from the door. He blinked, but his smile grew as he nodded.
"That's right. So... come with me?" His voice was gentle, something about it luring her in as she took a step forward; something familiar.. and warm... and, dare she say, fuzzy. She was wary, her hands in fists as she moved forward again. How could she know he wouldn't give her another nightmare? Looking into his eyes, seeing the pure innocence lying there, the doubt ebbed away, the little voice in the back of her head reminding her,
He should be filling up the space
With that, she took his hand; warm, not so big as it used to be with her having grown up- wait, what? She watched as he moved their hands to interlock, blinking when she saw how her fingers locked perfectly with the spaces between his hands- not to mention the tingle that ran up her arm from the mere contact. He reached out, taking her other hand and doing the same, with her still watching. He placed his forehead against hers, smiling softly.
"Might take a while..." He began, eyes never leaving her face, "But I think we can get you to remember." Fuu didn't know if she should pull away, or stay where she was- but the heat in her cheeks was annoying. She swallowed lightly, pushing the blush away and leaning away. Ven saw how he was making her uncomfortable, blushed, then pulled his hands away.
"R-right, let's get start- oh no..." He mumbled, turning his head to the horizon when something caught his eyes. She followed his gaze, seeing the light touching the night sky.
"What?" She asked, looking to him and seeing he was looking at her with a sad look.
"We're out of time."
Fuu blinked several times, growing used to the light of the late morning reaching her eyes. Her heart sank, hitting rock bottom with a loud thud. She knew him from somewhere, she did! But she couldn't recall the memories, the door having snapped shut in the process. Where were the keys? Did... did he have them?
"Ven..."
