Memories

A pair of molten gold eyes appeared in her mind this time, sharp and daunting, staring right at her. They were so familiar, and yet so alien to her. The expression in the eyes changed, and she felt a pang of sadness at how they looked at her, as if silently pleading. Pleading, but for what? Yumemi grabbed her head as a sudden pressure began pushing her head about, she couldn't help but cry out in pain as the pressure became too much. Panting, she reached a hand forward, guiding her towards the sofa in the living room and promptly fell onto its' soft cushioning. Slowly, and painfully, she opened her eyes as the pain receded, to stare at her white-washed ceiling.

Another image invaded her mind, this time it was a face, set with those beautiful yet sad golden eyes and that striking crimson red hair, softly blown by an invisible wind. What she noticed most were the pointed ears placed beside the head, they seemed so strange on a person, but so perfect when connected to this face. That face, she felt that she should know who that face belonged to, and yet couldn't place a name to it. A space of silence as she just stared at the image of the face in her mind, then a word involuntarily sprang forth to the forefront of her mind. Munto.

Yes, that was right, Munto. The name felt so right when placed to that face, it had to be so. She smiled, the image in her mind morphed once again and a body was attached to the face. Long and lean, a trace of muscle shown along the white of the fabric of his sleeves. She couldn't help but stare in wonder at the image presented before her mind's eye, but as soon as the image showed up, it flickered and disappeared, as if never there in the first place. She had discarded it once again from her head; it was not supposed to be there. It wasn't real, convincing herself that it was merely something her imagination created to compensate for her lack of memories. Yes, that had to be the only explanation for the blank state for that part of her memories; because he wasn't real, because he wasn't there, just because. Was he?

She sat up, sighed and stood, heading towards her room and flopped onto the bed facedown. She closed her eyes, while snuggling into her pillow, and sighed in content as she drifted off into blissful slumber.

There, it was those eyes again, looking at her with a sense of sorrow. Painful, it was so painful to her to be looked at with those emotion filled eyes. Stop, she wanted it to stop, she wanted those eyes to be filled with laughter, filled with happiness, to smile at her. She wanted them to tell her it was alright, that everything was fine; to make her feel safe, secure…

"Yumemi."

The sudden yet soft whisper of her name floated through her senses, filling her with peace. She smiled faintly in her sleep, she was safe.

"Thank you… Munto."