Day 9 – Void
Empty space; emptiness.
A state or feeling of loss
(in cards) lack of cards in a suit
'It's cold'
That is the only thought that crossed his mind when he finally opens his eyes, taking in his new surroundings, he is in a white room, in a white bed, with white sheets and clothes, he clenches his hand over and over and notices there is a tube injected into his arm.
Before he can wonder if the clear liquid is responsible for his drowsiness he hears steps and a door open.
The sensation of his muscles tightening and his need to curl into a ball are slow, way too slow and he cannot have that, they will get to him and his body won't listen to an instinct that should already be grabbed into his core.
But then the click and clack he hears are unfamiliar sounds, and the gait rhythm too slow to belong to the ones he associates with the masked people.
Then two tall individuals are staring down at him, he recognizes the female form with its red colors all over herself, even on the cold smile that is a shade of red a little too familiar to find comfort in looking at it.
But the other figure draws his attention, almost as tall as the female one, but this one is male and a slightly more of the broad side than hers, they both look similar in stance and features but none of them seem to have a scoop of aggression in them and that is all it matters.
"What is your name?" the male figure asks.
He only stares at him now that he has moved closer he can only assume he need to be alert.
"The government was already in shambles when they found him, any records of him have most likely disappeared, and thus he is no one." The female figure replies in his place.
"'No one' you say? Then how about… Reira?" the other figure asks back.
"Reiji-san are you asking me to…?"
"Mother please, I was asking him" he says and he found himself staring at a pair of purple eyes rimmed by red frames. "How are you feeling Reira?" and before he can scurry away a hand is positioned on top of his head.
And it's the first time in a long time since he felt anything like this.
"It's… " He hears a voice saying, almost not realizing it's his own. "…warm"
