yaaaaay a change from lune's pov for a change~ (actually had fun writing this.) i like writing uru way too much....

warning: spoilers
inspiration: "why cant i" by liz phair again XD (its on repeat)
prompt: memory
rating: G
summary: The Maiden seemingly took over his memories when Uru wasn't trying to get his attention.
disclaimer: not mine, never shall be~

ooonwaaaard~

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Memory was a strange thing. As the memories came rushing back, Yamato almost wished they hadn't. They contained years of memories, three consisting of Uru. The little redhead filled up so many, he almost wasn't sure if he had any WITHOUT the robot. He didn't mind it really, the sunny smiles and graceful boy was a relief compared to the other things he remembered.

"Yamato-sama, look! Look what Uru made!"

"Is Yamato-sama alright? You look tired..."

"Don't worry, Uru will cook dinner! Feeding three hundred men is nothing!"

"Are you SURE about this Yamato-sama...? Really sure?"

"...So until then, please let Uru stay by Yamato-sama's side."

The soft spoken voice and eternally optimistic robot child lit up the dull and dark memories. It was like the first sixteen years of his life had vanished. For a moment, he wondered just how close they had been.

And then, without any real warning except for a curtain falling to the ground, she appeared. His first memory of the strange blond princess was being tackle hugged, while she told him how thankful she was that he'd arrived. Honestly? Yamato had no idea why a noble would be happy to see him, a person who'd vowed to take everything they had and ruin their lives as they'd done to him.

He hadn't had time to really complain either, because it was either "rescue" her or let her be killed. And something about letting her die, just didn't sit well with Yamato. Uru's sunny smiles vanished upon seeing the Maiden, eyes glinting dangerously.

"Didn't Yamato-sama teach Uru that ALL nobles are evil? Isn't what you're doing WRONG?" he'd questioned, a frightening coldness to his words.

The Maiden seemingly took over his memories when Uru wasn't trying to get his attention. And many of them, far too many for Yamato's liking, were far too intimate. When the flashbacks ceased, he'd stood on the hospital roof with Uru, staring at his arm in awe, and his mind fogged over. So much in one night had left him almost at his wits end, and this certainly didn't help it.

That night, laying in his new bed, Yamato couldn't help but feel the Maiden seemed...strangely familiar. He couldn't put a finger on how, or who she reminded him of really. But the lingering suspicion that he'd seen her in this time period still haunted him, well after sleep caught up to him. Not that he got much anyway, as the memories chased him well into the night and then some.

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