Amnesia (amˈniːzɪə) – noun. A partial or total loss of memory.
He wasn't sure how many times he had re-read the exact same sentence.
Hundred and four times? Or perhaps it was a hundred and five?
Maybe a medical encyclopaedia would be more useful.
Sitting in the midst of half-opened dictionaries and medical textbooks, the man closed the book. With a sigh, he tossed it over his shoulders, the book hit the wall with a soft "thud", before gravity pulled it down to join its companions.
He pulled out a thick encyclopaedia, 'Well, this looks promising,' He spoke aloud.
He quickly found what he was looking for, 'Let's see, amnesia refers to the loss of memory. Memory loss may result from…' He jumped over the technical details, 'Amnesia can be a symptom of several neurodegenerative diseases; however…'
Same meaning, but in different words.
He threw the book backwards, knocking over a precariously balanced stack of books.
Useless.
'Oh my, did a tornado occurred while I was gone?'
'M-Moriarty?'
His mood took a hundred and eighty degree turn.
'Yours truly~'
'Moriarty!'
Research forgotten, he dropped the book he just picked up onto the carpeted floor. He quickly closed the distance between them, tackling Moriarty with a bone crushing hug.
Moriarty returned the hug, but it became clear that he wasn't letting go any time soon. He clear his throat quietly, 'John.'
'Hmm? Ah,' He immediately let go, 'I sincerely apologise.'
Moriarty smiled fondly, 'It's alright,' It was like interacting with a child, except-
'I was worried when you didn't visited me after so long,' John twiddled with his fingers, and in a small voice, he added, 'I thought something bad might have happened.'
His brain stopped processing for a second, the world seem to have been frozen in place. Someone, someone was actually, genuinely worried about him? He suddenly found everything funny, 'Nothing will ever happen to me, Johnny boy~' He wiped a tear from his right eye, 'But I do admit, going off suddenly and not sending any updates was selfish of me.'
He made a dramatic bow, 'And I do apologise for that~'
'If you're truly apologetic,' John made a great show of pondering, 'Could I get a fresh body soon?'
Moriarty smiled, 'Of course, my dear.' He checked his pocket watch, 'On a related note, since I'm back, shall we move on with our lesson?' It wasn't a question, 'I'll give you a quarter of an hour to get ready.'
John only smiled back at him, 'I'll be ready under ten,' The sparkle in his eyes was obvious even to a blind man.
'Good, I'll see you at the same room.' He pocketed his watch, 'I'll take my leave then.'
Moriarty close the door softly, he could almost hear the muffled slams of John opening and closing the doors to the linked rooms. He glance at the three maids standing guard at the door.
'Marielle, I assume the room is ready?'
'Mariette, prepare me a fine specimen.'
'Marianne, clean up this area.'
'Yes sir.' The trio said in chorus.
'Dismissed.'
His eyes trained on their retreating backs, until they each of them are but a speck of colour. Right, he should be heading off soon.
The door creaked when he pushed it open, and with no surprise, John was already waiting inside. He looked up from cleaning his scalpel, and gave Moriarty a grin.
Moriarty returned the smile, as he pushed the operating table towards the centre of the room, inspecting the squirming human in front of him.
'Let's start the lesson now, shall we?'
Postscript
John used Tackle! It's super effective!
John used Charm! It's super effective!
Moriarty is unable to battle, John wins-
Ahem... Hello everyone! How have you been?
Thank you so much for your reviews! I'm well aware that February doesn't have a 29th, I have thought about posting it on the 28th, but, it was barely half-completed. I truly apologise! I have been pretty busy this month, club activities, exchange students, and stuff~
I guess I'll try to update on the end of every month!
Fun fact!
When a person cries and the first drop of tears comes from the right eye, it's happiness. But when the first roll is from the left, it's pain.