WolfRunner: No, it didn't sound like a flame to me, it sounded like positive criticism which is good for me!
And thank-you to everyone for the reviews because I love hearing your comments! Yes, there is a lot of unofficial fights in this story because half of these people have already been knocked out… but I have to stick with the story-line to some extent, at least, and need to get the interesting parts of story mode in.
He looked at the girl who had approached him. A pretty young blonde, with her hair in a long ponytail behind her. She walked over to him, arms folded.
"I heard Project Epsilon was a failure…"
Ein paused. Project Epsilon? He had heard stories about that, about how its aftereffects included memory loss, among others. Could it have something to do with why he couldn't remember?
"What do you know?" he said, stumbling slightly over the words. "What is Project Epsilon?"
She smiled at him almost enticingly. "It seems like you are no longer under mind control," she paused, getting into a fighting position. "Brace yourself!"
He immediately struck, with three swift punches that sent her flying across the arena. As soon as she got up, he let fly another three punches, sending her flying in the opposite direction. If she won't tell me anything, then she is just an obstacle to my goal, he told himself determinedly. She leant against the wall, before getting up, still against the wall. He took this as a prime opportunity, grabbing her, and delivering a deadly barrage of punches, before throwing her down to the ground. She slumped there, unconscious. That hadn't been hard, and the sheer adrenaline of the victory had excited him in its consuming power.
"Good vibration!" he exclaimed, staring at the girl, before heading out of the arena. He wandered aimlessly for a while, before walking slowly over to the small garden that he had found not too long ago. To his surprise, there was a girl sitting there. A girl with orange hair… the same girl that he had seen talking to that guy, what was his name? He couldn't remember, but she still seemed familiar… she turned when she heard his footsteps, and her amber eyes were wide as she saw him.
"Hayate!" she exclaimed, her voice high and girlish. He narrowed his eyes in thought, before speaking, picking his words carefully, direct and straight to the point.
"You know me?" he asked curiously. She looked even more stunned then before, if indeed that were possible. She stood up and walked over, closer to him, close enough that he could smell the sweet perfume that she was wearing. Her expression was crestfallen.
"Aren't you… my brother?" she asked hesitantly. He shrugged, before getting into a fighting position. She stood, stunned, as he punched her across the arena. Even all the blows he unleashed more due to shock then anything, she refused to attack back. He even performed a sharp karate chop to her head as the finishing blow. She stumbled before falling onto the ground, unconscious. He was about to walk off and leave her, but something inside him turned him back. She was still lying there. He walked over to her, and picked up her limp body before placing it in his lap, stroking her hair, looking at her features, anything that could try and convince him that she was indeed his sister, and he was her brother… trying to unlock the memories which had been buried underneath God knows what… despite himself, he felt despair flood through him. Why couldn't he remember this innocent girl? Where had all his memories gone? Was it Project Epsilon? Would he ever remember everybody again, or was he doomed to live as a wandering nomad who had no family, no proper name, nobody who cared about his wellbeing?
He bowed his head over her unconscious body, as a lone tear fell from his eyes and landed onto her pale face.