'Do you know who that is?' Schuldig asked my mind, carefully choosing his words, apparently.
I turned my eyes away from the boy and turned back to Schuldig. I frowned and shrugged, scanning my memory. I couldn't place a name to the face. I couldn't even remember that I had visited this place a year ago during what Schuldig told me was my funeral. Hell, I couldn't even remember why they thought I was dead. Not that it was important now; they weren't Schwarz.
'No,' I replied mentally. 'Should I?'
'No...'
I hated it when he hid things. I hated even more how I couldn't get into his head. He had shields that would block me no matter how badly I desired to enter. It really wasn't fair that he could go anywhere he wanted in my mind and I couldn't touch his.
'Where's my grave?'
'The boy's on it,' Schuldig replied with a soft chuckle.
Yeah, that wasn't going to make me curious or anything. Stupid smug bastard sure was bothersome. I stared at the boy again, trying to remember who he could possibly be. Nothing was coming to me. I couldn't think of anything...
Maybe it was before I started to remember...or forget. Everything seemed so disoriented. I'm still not sure why but for some reason I forgot everything... That's the main reason I became so attached to my computer. I wanted to research and find out who Tsukiyono Omi was. Unfortunately, all I could find out was what high school I had attended.
Maybe he used to go to my school or something? No, he did look a little on the young side. I knew Schuldig wouldn't help me at all to find out who the boy was. It was a game he liked to play.
'Did I know him before?' I asked.
'It doesn't matter. He won't deal with you now. You're dead, remember?'
The boy turned to look at me and stared. His eyes began to fill with tears again as he stood up, stumbled forward, and clenched onto me. I blinked and stared down at him wondering what he was doing.
Well, apparently I had at least known him...
"Omi..." he whispered. "Nice dream..."
I turned to stare at Schuldig hoping he would help me. All he did was start laughing like a rat would. Figures, the guy was practically useless. He was so busy with playing games that I had failed to find any use for him. Unfortunately, I found myself constantly obeying any order he gave me...
I turned my eyes away from the boy and turned back to Schuldig. I frowned and shrugged, scanning my memory. I couldn't place a name to the face. I couldn't even remember that I had visited this place a year ago during what Schuldig told me was my funeral. Hell, I couldn't even remember why they thought I was dead. Not that it was important now; they weren't Schwarz.
'No,' I replied mentally. 'Should I?'
'No...'
I hated it when he hid things. I hated even more how I couldn't get into his head. He had shields that would block me no matter how badly I desired to enter. It really wasn't fair that he could go anywhere he wanted in my mind and I couldn't touch his.
'Where's my grave?'
'The boy's on it,' Schuldig replied with a soft chuckle.
Yeah, that wasn't going to make me curious or anything. Stupid smug bastard sure was bothersome. I stared at the boy again, trying to remember who he could possibly be. Nothing was coming to me. I couldn't think of anything...
Maybe it was before I started to remember...or forget. Everything seemed so disoriented. I'm still not sure why but for some reason I forgot everything... That's the main reason I became so attached to my computer. I wanted to research and find out who Tsukiyono Omi was. Unfortunately, all I could find out was what high school I had attended.
Maybe he used to go to my school or something? No, he did look a little on the young side. I knew Schuldig wouldn't help me at all to find out who the boy was. It was a game he liked to play.
'Did I know him before?' I asked.
'It doesn't matter. He won't deal with you now. You're dead, remember?'
The boy turned to look at me and stared. His eyes began to fill with tears again as he stood up, stumbled forward, and clenched onto me. I blinked and stared down at him wondering what he was doing.
Well, apparently I had at least known him...
"Omi..." he whispered. "Nice dream..."
I turned to stare at Schuldig hoping he would help me. All he did was start laughing like a rat would. Figures, the guy was practically useless. He was so busy with playing games that I had failed to find any use for him. Unfortunately, I found myself constantly obeying any order he gave me...