Who am I? I don't know, my head is all foggy. I can't remember much of anything. My name? It's a rough one… Ta… Ma… it's no use. I can't remember it. Just call me T. I cane vaguely remember somethings, my friends, most importantly.

"Hey, wake up." Someone said to me. I shot my eyes open, I was laying against a rock in what looked like an open field. The left side of my face was pained, I touched it, and felt a scar. I don't remember how I got it.

"Wha… where am I?" I said, looking at the boy. I didn't feel threatened really, he was obviously young, but one part of him unnerved me - red eyes. I couldn't quite place a finger on it, but they felt familiar, in a bad way. Otherwise, he reminded me of my friend, but without glasses and blonde hair.

"Calm down, you're fine, I just have a request." He said, calmly.

I sighed. "Why don't I remember anything?" I asked.

"Oh, I temporarily wiped your memory." He said.

"But… why?" I replied, why would he need to wipe my memory?

"I… don't believe you would help me without it." It must be a very… odd request, then.

"That's… creepy." I sat up. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

He paused for a second. "I want you to kill me."

I was speechless, I didn't know how to respond. "Why? Why do you want to die?"

He sighed and looked at me. "You should remember these," he pointed at his eye. "Look at my eyes."

"What about them?" I asked.

"You really don't know, huh." He sat back. "I'm a Shinkei. All Shinkei's have these red eyes."

"Shin...kei? What does that mean?" I hadn't heard that word in my life- but in a way, it felt familiar.

"It's… almost like a title in the universe- one that's passed down when an old Shinkei dies. I'm the fourth. It's almost like a constant in the universe, I don't know why it happens, but it does."

"But what does that have to do with you wanting to die? How would I even kill you?" I was confused. This was so much just being thrust upon me.

"You should have a sword on your hip," He replied.

I reached down, and surely enough, pulling a sword from a sheath on my hip. The sword felt familiar and somewhat comforting.

He continued. "Being a Shinkei, at first it doesn't seem too bad, but after a while, your mind is warped into a distorted version of your most wanted goal in life, and again, after a while, you just turn evil, but for the first few days, you remain normal. That's why I can ask this of you."

"Why can't you kill yourself, then?" I asked, and it appears he was expected that.

"I've tried, again and again, I can't." He said.

"Oh." I sighed. "You…" I sighed. "Really need me to do this, huh?"

He nodded. "I'm sorry, this must be a lot, but I only have a day or two before I start being a threat to the world."

I closed my eyes and stood up, clenching the sword. "I'll do it."

He nodded. "Let's not waste time then, just make it quick."

"I understand." I walked over and raised the sword over my head. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." Before I could bring the sword down on him, I felt a pain.

A blade pierced my chest. I looked down. It was white, that white katana-like blade was so familiar, it almost felt warm and cold at the exact same time.

I dropped the sword, the boy, the Shinkei yelled out, and faintly, behind him. I heard someone crying. A familiar voice repeatedly said 'I'm sorry' over and over again before breaking into a crying scream.

My vision went foggy after that. I started to lose consciousness. I grabbed the edge of the blade to keep myself awake, but it didn't work.

"Tsubasa…" Somehow, I remembered his name. "Why…?" I could barely talk.

My mind went black.