Hey again, guys! I'm changing this around a little and doing every character, though it'll obviously take me a bit longer...
Enjoy the (very short) chapter and I hope you're all playing DOA4, if you have it!
Sometimes it happened. During everyday routine; there was no specific time or place, it just happened. Without warning, he would be thrust back into that time in Germany; that emptiness, that confusion, that pain of remembering nothing.
The occurrences were becoming less and less, but that did not make them any less frightening. They only lasted short periods of time, yet the memories and emotions that they unearthed lingered, a constant reminder that one's past could never beerased, even if forgotten.
Run, run, jump. Run like the wind, Hayate, run for your life. Enjoy the exhilarating rush, Hayate, that dangerous rush, because it could be the last time you do.
There was something familiar about fighting. Something familiar that he knew and could never forget. Something there; he didn't know what it was, but it was there and stretching its hands out towards him.
And for that reason, he fought. Revenge was only part of it. Fighting helped him find out about himself, what he was capable of. It gave him a purpose; a reason to exist, a reason he needed now more than ever.
He needed that reason, and he wasn't willing to let it go.
The smallest smirk graced his lips as the arrow flew, straight and true. A perfect shot. Truth be told, he hadn't expected it to be.
Hayate would give anything to know himself again.