I honestly never planned on continuing this little story feeler. But I'll try to keep going, no consistant updates though.
He startles as the knock that echoes in his santuary. No one has ever knocked on his door, he didn't think anyone had the power to, or would even care enough to do so.
He reasons to himself as he slowly rises from the floor and walks slowly to the door. He raises a hand, then hesitates. Does he really want to find out what is happening? Does he really want to leave his home for a world of unknown, of pain? But lately the memories of old has been fading, loosing the emotional appeal they once held. The flashes of the outside have become stronger and longer in periods, full of something.
He takes a deep breath, assuring himself that whatever happens he can always come back, to his little hidey hole behind his door. Exhaling silently, he unlocks the door and gently pushes it open. There in front of him stands a tall blonde man. Tall enough that he has to slightly crane his neck to even look the dude in the eye. The man has calm green eyes, and wears a plate on his forehead.
"Hello." the man calls softly. But even then his voice seems loud in his home, echoing and bouncing off the walls. He never realized how empty the area outside his safe place is. Better add something here later. He thinks, pushing another set of green eyes from his head, one's just as leaf green, and juat as dead.
The blonde ma-Inochi-sama's voice remind him of his father. A flash of mrmory runs across his vision, but the feeling and emotions that once came with it is now nothing. He believes that this is what makes him respond.
He opens his mouth as if to speak but no sound comes out, he tries again but still nothing. He mouth forms soundless words. Not soundless, but empty. Maybe thats why my memories are emotionless. He thinks, how can I feel anything from a memory if I can no longer feel anything at all.
Damn. I tried but yeah.