Visions of the Past
Asiático Solo.
CHAPTER TWO:
Complete Enigma
blah blah - antagonist
blah blah - Hiei's thoughts
blah blah - flashback.
He ran, he didn't know where he was running to or what he was running from, but his instincts told him to do so.
Falling down the endless vortex of unclear pictures and unspeakable flashes of uncertainty, he fell to his knees in a silent cry of frustration.
No name, no glimpse of a memory that he could recall..
He a ghost in his own mind.
Colour would appear but nothing would trigger what they meant, or anything of the sort. Black, blue, red, green, orange, brown.. All of the flashes, he knew nothing.
Laying down in a field of green and blue, he embraced the wind with his might. It soothed him but at the same time, it made him restless.
Falling...
The white soon became black. Warmth cut off by sudden cold..
Weakness yet determination.
Forlorn, he knew he was..
Opening up his eyes, he continued to gaze toward the now darkening sky. It was the symbol of ending a current day and beginning a new one, or so he assumed.
Decided to continue his journey to nowhere on a new day, he slept.
A toll he had to risk.
The sun was rising in the far east. Mountains blocked the sun's rays but let the colours to illuminate the whole scenery.
Near the forest line, a house stood lonely in the south of the field. As the morning light awoke with a new day, so did it's early morning prey.
One being a lowly farm girl.
She walked out, rested and curious of the new arrival of the livestock. Spring was here, winter far gone.
Reaching the mid-field; where the wild flowers grew with passionate of the sun's rays. A sleeping figure remained still.
She gasped, looking for a sign of who this stranger might be. A child-like look with a strong expression of a worried mother, she examined the sleeping fire-demon.
"Hello?" She inquired softly, almost like she was afraid that the volume might make the boy irate. "Sir, are you okay?"
No answer.
Sighing, she picked the boy's body out of the field and literally dragged him into the house, colorful language used throughout the whole journey.
The scent of a foreign substance invaded his nostrils with a protest of his stomach, that is what jerked him out of his sleep.
Finding himself in a foreign surroundings, he blinked liked a child at a park for the first time.
Weight supported by his elbow, he soon was knocked with a headache, he fell back onto his back.
"Shit." He murmured. He blinked, once more, but this time in surprise. Completely naive of the way things worked yet he knew something.. What he knew, he couldn't recall.
A female face peered into the room with a tea-cup in hand. She smiled with concern yet with caution. She spoke...
His eyebrows moved into a confused position. The words, he couldn't understand. He knew he heard them before, however; the data in his head had be erased.
"I don't understand." He spoke softly.
Now, it was her turn to looked perplexed.
What do you know, dear boy, you managed to scare a complete stranger with you mother tongue...
He looked around, searching for the source of the voice. Finding only her, he stared, coldly.
"Who are you." Demanded the boy, in pure haste in his voice.
The girl took a step back, raising her hands in defense.
"Woman, what in the fucking three worlds, is your name?"
Her face went into the most awkward position that he had EVER seen. Thinking about it, she was the only person he met so far.. how was he suppose to know what she was suppose to look like.
Unless I know her. He thought.
"My name is Honey." She said.
Now there's gibberish I could understand.
Honey asked himself something that he could only figure that she was asking for his own name...
Name.. my name...
"For...ild!"
"Fucking Brat."
"Fly...ow."
Not a clear one. Can't use any of them.
Use Pozhar, child.
"My name is Pozhar."
Broke my hand. the bone is currently giving off some signs of stress.
don't think I'll update as fast asI wanted to, yet; I will keep updating.
this chapter was pathetically short and fairly on the confusing side...
sorry for the new character. she'll help in a weird way.
I DON'T OWN YU YU HAKUSHO. MR. TOGASHI DOES..
HONEY IS PROPERTY OF AIKO. ASK HER FOR THE USE.
Asiático Solo.