Chapter Five: Amnesia
By Kurohi Tatsaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Arms 3, and I haven't beaten the game yet! It's a cool game, though! I wouldn't be writing a fic about it if I didn't think that!
"speaking", (thinking)
"What do you mean, 'who are we'? Don't you recognize us?"
I slowly shake my head, confusion written plain as day across my face. "I do not know you," I reply almost coldly. "Why are you all here? Where am I?" I ask slowly.
"Clive's house in Humphrey's Peak."
...
I slid slowly out of bed, and immediately stumbled. The female caught me about my chest to keep me from falling. "You shouldn't try to m..."
Untangling myself from her got her to be quiet. "Like hell I shouldn't move..." I look around. "...so, who are you all?"
"I'm Virginia..." says the brown-haired female uneasily. Her bright green eyes made her appear like a trustable person.
"Yo, I'm Gallows." He presses a reassuring hand on my shoulder, and I look up at him. He's almost smiling from ear to ear. I wonder why? Wait a second...
"Umm... You all called me... 'Kurohi'... right? Is that my name?" I ask. I then murmur, "You know me..." Almost not a statement; murmured with a leaden throat.
"Gallows, I'm going to get the others and tell them the good news!"
***POV Switch, 3rd person***
(...Who are these people? What do they know?) the amnesiac boy thought softly.
The skins-wardrobed man nods and removes his hand from the narrow shoulder. "Of course we know ya! You traveled with us for a little while... before you were knocked on the head too hard..."
"Ah... amnesia..." he mumbles. Light violet eyes looked at him from behind his mind. The boy desperately wanted to find this person. He shakes his head. (Normal people don't have purple eyes... Most people don't, do they?)
"-but here's the bad news..." He hears the female mutter to two others before leading them in. The first man had green hair with matching eyes that peer behind thin-framed glasses. And the other...
***POV switch, Kurohi***
He has silver hair... rounded, light violet eyes...
A name suddenly pops into my head. It seemed familiar, and yet, not so. I tried it out. "J......Je..." I licked my dry lips. "J-Je...t...?"
The boy blinks, eyes a little wider. "W...What did you say...?"
I blink in return, a frown tugging the corners of my mouth. "...Je..t...?" I ask a hair more confidently. "Your name is... Jet...?" I frown slightly and look at the female who stands next to the green-haired male. "I know these two, too?" I shake my head and hold onto it. My head aches when I try to remember. "...Hard to recall... to remember..."
The girl beams at the violet-eyed boy just as tall as she was. "Jet! I can't believe it! He at least remembers *your* name! This is all ready progress! He couldn't recall any of our names! Poor fellow..."
All the boy could do was gape at me as I look up.. He suddenly frowns and walks out of there. I suddenly feel very weird, and a phrase pops out of my mouth. "M-Ma-Matte, Jet-chan!![1]"
They stared at me, and I frowned back in my own confusion. What had I just said? After a pause, I stumble out of there, still wearing a gray t- shirt and silky black pants. He's staring out a window, and I slowly approach. I cock my head to one side in question. "Jet...?" I liked the way his name rolled off my tongue. It's strange. as if I should remember something about him.
"Hn?" he asked.
I lower my head slightly. "...Will you... help me remember what it is I have forgotten?" I ask softly. The pit in my stomach widened and twisted. I almost felt ill. Fortunately, there was no food in my stomach. "...I feel as if I should remember something... something that only you can remind me of..." I step a little closer and remain where I am. "Somehow, you play a key role... and I don't know why..." Crouching down in front of him, and look into his eyes. The irises... the shades... are the exact same in my dreams... Or were they reality? Perhaps both? "When... I was... asleep... I saw... your eyes..." I mumble uneasily, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks a little. "...At first, I thought they belonged to a female, but... upon a closer inspection..." I felt myself move closer. I was almost only what he could see. "...they weren't. It was a very strange experience for me... I didn't understand some of what was going on... And maybe I don't want to... but..."
He looks at me, at my eyes, blinks once, then looks away. My sharp hearing picks up my own - and his - rapid heartbeats. His are faster than mine. I blink and ask, "...If I'm making you uneasy... I think I should go..." I stand up to leave, and start to move away, when I feel a griping sensation on another limb of mine. His grip presses firmly into it, and the pressure forces me to my hands and knees with a grunt. My head feels almost light, and yet very, very heavy at the sudden pressure. I find that pressure oddly pleasing to my senses, but I know not why. "What the..." I stare at my rear, then at the striped "rope" Jet's holding firmly.
I have a tail...?
Frowning, I mutter jokingly, "No fair..." (Taking advantage of me like that... Ano, this may sound strange, but, do it again?) I strictly censored these thoughts. Sitting up, I ask, "You want something? I doubt you stopped me for nothing."
"...Sit with me?" he asks quietly after some hesitation. I do as he requests, and sit to the left of him. His shoulders are tensed up, to I tentatively rub his left shoulder with my right hand, fingers moving methodically, to ease the tension. Instead, he tenses up even more before looking at me with uncertain eyes and relaxing just a little. They scan my face a moment before they go back to the window.
It's raining. I smell rain... so soft and sharp all at once. I vaguely wondered what it would be like to perhaps... be that rain. Fall to the ground with grace only to rise and fall again another day.
Falling... it's all about falling.
...or is it the act of rising all over again from the fall?
Stretching and flexing itself, my tail sways contently.
From a distance, I feel four sets of eyes, but I don't care who sees what.
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[1] "Matte" is Japanese for "Wait"
By Kurohi Tatsaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Arms 3, and I haven't beaten the game yet! It's a cool game, though! I wouldn't be writing a fic about it if I didn't think that!
"speaking", (thinking)
"What do you mean, 'who are we'? Don't you recognize us?"
I slowly shake my head, confusion written plain as day across my face. "I do not know you," I reply almost coldly. "Why are you all here? Where am I?" I ask slowly.
"Clive's house in Humphrey's Peak."
...
I slid slowly out of bed, and immediately stumbled. The female caught me about my chest to keep me from falling. "You shouldn't try to m..."
Untangling myself from her got her to be quiet. "Like hell I shouldn't move..." I look around. "...so, who are you all?"
"I'm Virginia..." says the brown-haired female uneasily. Her bright green eyes made her appear like a trustable person.
"Yo, I'm Gallows." He presses a reassuring hand on my shoulder, and I look up at him. He's almost smiling from ear to ear. I wonder why? Wait a second...
"Umm... You all called me... 'Kurohi'... right? Is that my name?" I ask. I then murmur, "You know me..." Almost not a statement; murmured with a leaden throat.
"Gallows, I'm going to get the others and tell them the good news!"
***POV Switch, 3rd person***
(...Who are these people? What do they know?) the amnesiac boy thought softly.
The skins-wardrobed man nods and removes his hand from the narrow shoulder. "Of course we know ya! You traveled with us for a little while... before you were knocked on the head too hard..."
"Ah... amnesia..." he mumbles. Light violet eyes looked at him from behind his mind. The boy desperately wanted to find this person. He shakes his head. (Normal people don't have purple eyes... Most people don't, do they?)
"-but here's the bad news..." He hears the female mutter to two others before leading them in. The first man had green hair with matching eyes that peer behind thin-framed glasses. And the other...
***POV switch, Kurohi***
He has silver hair... rounded, light violet eyes...
A name suddenly pops into my head. It seemed familiar, and yet, not so. I tried it out. "J......Je..." I licked my dry lips. "J-Je...t...?"
The boy blinks, eyes a little wider. "W...What did you say...?"
I blink in return, a frown tugging the corners of my mouth. "...Je..t...?" I ask a hair more confidently. "Your name is... Jet...?" I frown slightly and look at the female who stands next to the green-haired male. "I know these two, too?" I shake my head and hold onto it. My head aches when I try to remember. "...Hard to recall... to remember..."
The girl beams at the violet-eyed boy just as tall as she was. "Jet! I can't believe it! He at least remembers *your* name! This is all ready progress! He couldn't recall any of our names! Poor fellow..."
All the boy could do was gape at me as I look up.. He suddenly frowns and walks out of there. I suddenly feel very weird, and a phrase pops out of my mouth. "M-Ma-Matte, Jet-chan!![1]"
They stared at me, and I frowned back in my own confusion. What had I just said? After a pause, I stumble out of there, still wearing a gray t- shirt and silky black pants. He's staring out a window, and I slowly approach. I cock my head to one side in question. "Jet...?" I liked the way his name rolled off my tongue. It's strange. as if I should remember something about him.
"Hn?" he asked.
I lower my head slightly. "...Will you... help me remember what it is I have forgotten?" I ask softly. The pit in my stomach widened and twisted. I almost felt ill. Fortunately, there was no food in my stomach. "...I feel as if I should remember something... something that only you can remind me of..." I step a little closer and remain where I am. "Somehow, you play a key role... and I don't know why..." Crouching down in front of him, and look into his eyes. The irises... the shades... are the exact same in my dreams... Or were they reality? Perhaps both? "When... I was... asleep... I saw... your eyes..." I mumble uneasily, feeling a blush spread across my cheeks a little. "...At first, I thought they belonged to a female, but... upon a closer inspection..." I felt myself move closer. I was almost only what he could see. "...they weren't. It was a very strange experience for me... I didn't understand some of what was going on... And maybe I don't want to... but..."
He looks at me, at my eyes, blinks once, then looks away. My sharp hearing picks up my own - and his - rapid heartbeats. His are faster than mine. I blink and ask, "...If I'm making you uneasy... I think I should go..." I stand up to leave, and start to move away, when I feel a griping sensation on another limb of mine. His grip presses firmly into it, and the pressure forces me to my hands and knees with a grunt. My head feels almost light, and yet very, very heavy at the sudden pressure. I find that pressure oddly pleasing to my senses, but I know not why. "What the..." I stare at my rear, then at the striped "rope" Jet's holding firmly.
I have a tail...?
Frowning, I mutter jokingly, "No fair..." (Taking advantage of me like that... Ano, this may sound strange, but, do it again?) I strictly censored these thoughts. Sitting up, I ask, "You want something? I doubt you stopped me for nothing."
"...Sit with me?" he asks quietly after some hesitation. I do as he requests, and sit to the left of him. His shoulders are tensed up, to I tentatively rub his left shoulder with my right hand, fingers moving methodically, to ease the tension. Instead, he tenses up even more before looking at me with uncertain eyes and relaxing just a little. They scan my face a moment before they go back to the window.
It's raining. I smell rain... so soft and sharp all at once. I vaguely wondered what it would be like to perhaps... be that rain. Fall to the ground with grace only to rise and fall again another day.
Falling... it's all about falling.
...or is it the act of rising all over again from the fall?
Stretching and flexing itself, my tail sways contently.
From a distance, I feel four sets of eyes, but I don't care who sees what.
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[1] "Matte" is Japanese for "Wait"