Nicolas Notes:

And I'm back! First of all I would like to thank you for reading this fanfiction again, I appreciate the next 15 minutes you're going to spend.
Thank you also to the people who added this story to their favorites and for those people in the review section, I can't promise that I'll get better, but I will try to meet your expectations. With that let the Madness begin...

(Warning: If you are not fond of the little sister's fits of randomness and of her sick logic, aaaaannndddd of gore , you are free to leave for your own sanity. Note also that some contents of this chapter are really, really...disturbing..)

Dsiclaimer: I do not own Touhou or any other Touhou related materials, yes the OC is mine and mine alone.

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CHAPTER 1.2: The one who was forgotten

Year 2000

Date Unknown.

The Outside, Wales, Scarlet mansion, Basement Door.

He walked towards the iron double door and examined it. The door looked more like a big graveyard's gate made with plates of iron. The gate/door stood ten feet tall and was black as charcoal. It was engraved with what seemed like a poorly etched serpent with bony prisms for wings.

If Flandre was relocated here instead of the attic, it meant that she has gotten worst, her mental stability that is.

The door was sealed by a silver padlock the size of a dining table, though the key hole on it, which had the shape of a bat's head, was small enough for a normal key to fit. It also possessed a paper bearing the symbol of a crescent moon below a shining sun with a man's face. Celtic runes were inscribed at the edges of the paper and a magic circle was drawn, with the symbols inside it.

Sealing tags, which probably originated from the east, were pasted all over the door. The tag's numbers ranging from five hundred to nine, all with the symbol of ying and yang drawn on them, and bearing Japanese characters which had the words of sealing written.
The handles of the door were secured by iron chains, which wrapped around the handles in a thick roll.

The young man reached for the paper on the lock and tore it off. After that, he touched the padlock, which later crumbled into dust that gathered on his boots. The chains fell on the floor, clinking as hit.

Silence

The young man raised his eyebrows. He expected the door to burst open or at least glow, but nothing happened.

What was she going to say? Will she be able to remember what others cannot? The boy closed his eyes and expected for the worst.
He pushed the door open.

The door gave out a loud metallic creak. The inside of the room was inky black all around, and there was no source of light to that can be seen.
Only the light that came from the outside of the door illuminated a small part of the room.

The place gave out an air of loneliness, sadness, and danger.
The boy didn't like the last part.

The room was fairly large, yet the lack of light made it seem so small, the boy found it hard to breathe.
He hated closed spaces.

He did not see the entirety of the room because of the limited light, but what he did see made his stomach flutter. He found a blood stained tray that lay on the floor, a severed head of a teddy bear, with its body ripped to shreds (probably out of frustration), and a bloody human finger. He then glanced on the wall to his left, which was smashed and damaged by something strong. The young man gathered his courage and stepped inside.

"Flandre?" he whispered into the gloom. The air smelled of musty items and of dried blood. The smell of the room was still slightly tolerable, though it still smelled bad.

When he received no answer, the boy decided to venture further in the room. It did not take him long to sense the presence of another person. At the far corner of the stone room, he can roughly identify the dark outline of a child, hugging its knees on a single bed. He can hear it hum a strange tune in a rhythm that goes from slow to fast, and then back again. In a dark and hollow room, it sounded eerie and slightly echoed around the walls.

"Flandre?" the young man called once more.

The figure jerked its head towards the boy. If he was able to see in the dark, he may be able to see the figure grow a manic smile. The sight made him step back and his fists clench, the hair at back of his neck stood up. The figure's eyes were like crimson headlights in the darkness. Bright and was a sign that something bad was going to happen.

This time he had its full attention solely upon him. He might as well sign his death certificate.

The young man felt the atmosphere in the room change. If there was a way of explaining it; it was pure evil. The figure in front of him seemed to radiate a strong force of insanity and was slowly infecting him just by using its mind. At the back of his head he can hear a mad laughter of a murderer, only that the voice was that of a child. A child that was capable of murder? What a twisted image that was. The boy ignored the repetitive giggles in his head and pulled himself back into reality.

The figure tilted its head to the side curiously, as if wondering why he was not rocking back and forth like a person from an asylum yet.
Nice try, but you'll have to do better, the boy thought unwaveringly, keeping himself composed.

"Who are you?" asked the figure in a dry voice, although it sounded that of a little girl's, similar to that of the giggling inside the boy's head.

The boy blinked, and then he hung his head low, apparently disappointed. "So you can't remember me either, huh?" he replied in a hollow voice.
The figure tilted its head again, its lights flickering as if they were blinking.

The young man felt the guilt in his chest grow heavier.

It was his fault that they were like this; he shouldn't have made that decision that caused their lives to go to hell, but what choice did he have? The damn magician did not make things any easier for him. Maybe he shouldn't have returned. It will only rekindle old feuds; he was not supposed to be here in the first place, for his very presence was a violation of the deal he made with the magician.

Screw the deal, that isn't why I'm here for, the boy thought, and when he did he knew he was right.

It's time fix those mistakes; it's the only way to redeem yourself.

The thoughts in his mind drove out the insanity that was affecting him earlier, though his mind felt hazy and he couldn't think straight

"Who are you?" asked the figure again. The very sound of the voice brought him back to reality.

He was so confused with his mixed up thoughts that he did not notice the figure stand, with its prism like wings glowing with multicolored light.

The glow from the wings revealed the figure's form as it slowly approached the boy. It was the girl with exactly the same description as what he had told the maid a while ago.
She wore a dirty red dress and a mob cap stained with dry blood (the ribbon is missing).
Her blonde hair tied to the side, hung over her left shoulder. She would have been like any elementary school student if it were not for those bony branches that protruded from her back, in which colorful crystals hung; she had scarlet eyes that seem to stare into your very soul, and…a rather disturbing smile. Not the kind of smile you usually get from an innocent girl, but from something entirely different, which completely distorts the idea of her being a little vampire girl, something much worse than what the rumors that was spread in past century had described about her.

This girl was Flandre Scarlet, or at least who she used to be.

Flandre was staring at the boy with her piercing scarlet eyes, and then her smile slowly grew.
Faster than the eye can see, she dashed from her left to right alternately, but she was moving on one direction: Forward. It was only then the boy felt pain explode on his side. Flandre slashed open a small part of his stomach on his left side, as she passed. Blood sprayed on the floor and Flandre only giggled.

Crap, the door! The boy thought in surprise.

The boy slammed his fist on the floor, sending a surge of electricity on the ground, forming an electric barrier that sealed off the door, just as Flandre arrived.
"Not gonna happen, missy" panted the boy. He held his left hand to his side to prevent further blood loss. The wound was shallow, but it still hurt like hell.

"Aw and wanted to play with big sister" she whined, studying the barrier with interest, and then she turned around, grinning as she did, "I guess mister will have to play with me instead"

She shaped her hands into claws, her finger nails turned sharp. Her white fangs exposed as she smiled. One second she was by the door, the next she was holding the boy by his neck, lifting him off the ground with one hand.
So fast, there was no time to react. This is starting to get annoying, thought the boy as Flandre's claws dug into his skin.

"Hehehehe, why won't you scream? Scream already! Hahahahaha scream, scream, scream!Hahahahaha!" laughed the delusional girl, her voice full of malice. "I want to hear the funny screaming! You better scream or Flandre will get sad…

The young man choked.
"Ehhh? What is it, Big brother? Ohhhh... Big brother wants me to throw him on the wall like Mr. Wumpkins? Really? Really? REALLY?" she asked, putting her free hand on her ear, as if she was listening to him.

Oh please, anything but that, the boy thought sarcastically, sorry Flan, I'm not gonna let anything like that happen.
He closed his eyes and willed the electricity course all throughout his body, creating a discharge.

Flandre shrieked in pain as she was electrocuted, forcing her to let go of her captive.
"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!" she wailed, thrashing her arms around and stomping her feet, her scarlet eyes glowing in rage, "bad toy! Bad toy! You're not supposed to sting me! I hate you, I hate you, and I hate you! I'll break you! "

With her increased vampiric speed, she dashed once more towards the young man and shoved him so hard he was sent flying towards the wall. The impact caused an explosion of rocks and debris, though the wall didn't seem to suffer major damages for it was made of a thick wall of stone. Feeling light headed, the boy tried to gather his wits to him, Note to self: Never try force feeding an insane vampire with two thousand volts of electricity.

After that thought was embedded in his mind, he opened his eyes to see Flandre stare at him with a blank expression. He stood up, rolling his right shoulder, tilting his head left to right, which made cracking noises, and finally resting his left hand on his wound earlier.
"Weird... Why... Why... Why have you not broken yet…?" asked Flandre in a colorless tone. The indifferent expression on her face was just disturbing as her insane one.
The young man dusted off dirt on his shoulder and his knees before replying, "I'm made of tough stuff, not easily broken"

Flandre suddenly uttered a mirthless, soul-chilling laughter "Then you won't mind playing with me a little longer, right? You see, all of my toys are broken, even the ones big sister gave me. You can play games with me all you want! Big sister gave me this big room to play in, but all I have is I, so I'm feeling a little lonely. Let's play until the mansion breaks!"

She dashed once more at the young man and grabbed his collar, and threw him like a ragdoll.
Just before he hit the ground, the boy twisted his body in mid air, and landed in a kneeling position, only to leap away, as Flandre crushed the stone floor on where he was seconds before. The boy's gray eyes caught the vampire's scarlet ones.

He winced as he landed again, the injury on his stomach and the scratch on his neck were giving him a heavy burden, not to mention the wounds he received earlier were starting to annoy him.

Flandre charged at him and slashed wildly with her razor claws, missing the boy's face by inches.

"HAHAHAHA, A HUMAN! A HUMAN! IT'S GOING TO KILL ME!" she screamed in delight, as she almost cut the young man to ribbons.
The boy gathered electricity to his hands to counter, but thought better of it. No, I can't hurt her. It'll only make things worse than it is.

Seeing that he won't be able to keep up with the defensive much long, he had to find another way of attacking Flandre without causing real harm to her. Words won't work, Flandre's state of mind prove that. Violence will only raise his chances on getting killed.

The boy grabbed Flandre's wrist in an attempt to subdue her, only to realize his mistake, as Flandre threw him again.
That's the third time this day, he thought to himself. Soon, he crumpled into a heap next of the east wall. Damn this room is big.
He looked up and tried to scan the area for Flandre but it was of no avail. The room was black all over, and he can't see a thing without light.
"Where are you?" he shouted into the darkness, his senses opening up, identifying every detail of his surroundings.

Suddenly the air went cold, and the boy felt cold fingers stroke the back of his neck.

"Here, mister" whispered Flandre's voice into his ear.

The young man swung an arm at his back, but Flandre was no longer there. He took a few steps back from the wall, turning his head left to right, his footsteps echoing in the hollow room.
Soon, a disembodied child's giggle filled the empty chamber, coming from not one, but four directions.

I bet five hundred silver pieces she's toying with me, he thought uneasily.

"Enough games, Flandre" he shouted again. A few heartbeats later, he heard the soft tapping of feet from his right and the snapping of fingers.
"Here I am!" Flandre announced innocently, all the malice gone from her face once again.

She held a naked flame on her palm like it was nothing, her prism wing clinking as she moved towards the young man.

"Is mister already tired?" she asked pouting her cheeks, "but Flandre wanted to play some more!"
"I don't have time to play, I need to speak with you" replied the boy calmly, ignoring the fact that he was thrown, nearly sliced, and thrown again.
Flandre's eyes shown at the dim light of her fire, and she smiled excitedly.
"Wow! Mister, mister, since you are not broken yet, I have something to show you! It's a really cute and cuddly thing and it has ribbons tied around its body!" she gasped enthusiastically, trotting over to the far corner of the room.

What is she playing at? Thought the young man suspicious of the girl's intent this time, better play along then if that could get her to listen.

He reluctantly followed Flandre until she came to a halt in front of a hanged, sand bag?

The young man covered his nose with his hand, as he caught a repulsive stench of dried gore and of a rotting body. He fought the urge to be sick as Flandre's lights revealed more of the thing that was hanging from the ceiling, only to find out that it was a corpse of a man mutilated beyond recognition. A full grown man, age ranging from twenty five to thirty, average build, wearing plaid polo shirt with a gray under shirt, and olive green shorts, hung from the ceiling by his feet, his stomach ripped open, causing his organs to reveal themselves. One of his arms was torn off, and a large chunk of his left shoulder was missing. His face was full of cuts and bruises that it wasn't recognizable any more. His eyes were an empty void, and his mouth hung open, still frozen in terror. Dry blood lay spattered on the floor where the man hung and a few organs lay scattered here and there, oh look a pancreas.

What the hell? , Thought the young man, looking thoroughly disgusted at the sight of the mangled body. Looking past the body, he can see in the darkness the outlines of other hanged corpses, which he did not want to, see in greater detail.

A sickening crunch and the sound of chewing brought him back to reality, finding Flandre holding a severed arm, blood dripping down her dress, chewing on it contently.

"Flandre what is this?" he asked weakly, gazing at the corpse and then at the girl in front of him.

"He was my toy! Well, until I broke him." answered Flandre, staring at him with intelligent eyes, "he was boring. He did nothing but say swear words. He kept shouting and *hic*-" tears suddenly appeared in her eyes "he hurt my ears, because he was too noisy *hic*, I made him go 'kyu' after that he went quiet. *hic* He was no fun at all", then she stopped crying and turned to the other direction as if something caught her attention, and then she started to hum a strange tune. "He wasn't like you, mister is more fun, hee hee hee. "

"This isn't right. You killed him?" asked the boy once more.

"Yes! Meiling is so nice; she brings them here once a month! You should've heard him squeal when he woke up, Hahaha" laughed Flandre, and then she stared into her left hand which was soaked in blood, "Mister says he wants to talk, Flandre likes to talk! But Mister is Flandre's toy, and Flandre's toys break, but Mister hasn't, so does that make him her toy? Silly Flan, stop talking to yourself, mister will think you're crazy. He he he, ah, that's right, I almost forgot. I must be going mad…"

Flandre hung her head low as if something upset her, and then in a deadly whisper she said. "Toy's don't talk. "

The flames in her hands were extinguished and the young man was swallowed into the darkness once more.

The young man cursed. Damn, gone again.

He turned to his left and saw the light that came from the electric barriers he set up earlier. He began to walk back to it, figuring the nearer he was to the door the easier it was for him to escape if things got uglier than they did.
As he walked back towards the entrance he came from, his path was blocked by Flandre who seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Her face was sad and solemn, and in a hollow voice she asked "Leaving so soon, mister?"

"No" came the boy's once more calm reply.

Flandre didn't look convinced.
"Tell me mister, am I scary?" she asked, her voice trembling," is that why big sister won't visit me? Is it why, my toys always break? It's because Flandre is scary? Now, mister is leaving, is it because you're scared? I don't want to be alone."
"Wait, no, you're not frightening. You're not scary and I'm not afraid!" protested the young man.

Flandre began to giggle again.

"Flandre doesn't have many friends to play with. Will you be my friend?" she asked, half giggling, clutching her face with her left hand, while offering her right. "You said that you weren't afraid of me, or that was just a lie? Humans are very good liars after all"

The young man gritted his teeth, determined to prove her wrong, he reached for her small, fragile looking hand. Just before he can grasp it, Flandre grabbed his, and yanked him down towards her, almost pulling off his arm from its socket. The boy felt a blow hit him in the gut; the impact took the air out of his lungs, and caused him to cough out blood.
He collapsed on his knees clutching his stomach, the wound earlier not making things any easier, while Flandre laughed at his misery.

"HA HA HA HA! HE FELL FOR IT, HE FELL FOR IT~!" she sung, while dancing around him in circles, "What makes you think I'll be friends with you? You're disgusting and an idiot! What kind of sane person would fall for that kind of trick, HEE HEE HEE HEE"

The boy gasped for breath as he kneeled on the floor, cursing himself for falling prey to such a trick. He got up in one foot, and then on the other, trying to keep himself steady. "Heal" he muttered, placing one hand on the wound on his stomach, which closed up in a few second, after the command was uttered.

Flandre placed herself a few meters from the boy, before continuing her insults. "Stupid humans! They should... just *sob* BREAK APART! They... They're *sniff* very bad to Flandre when Flandre didn't do anything... *sob* AND THEY CALLED ME CRAZY! NOT CRAZY!HE HE, I'm not crazy, right~? Right, mister? You don't believe them, right, mister? AH HA HAHA, It doesn't matter! HA HA HA! Sakuya is very very good than all of you stupid humans!"

Then she covers her head, suddenly trembling in fear, but still she was giggling to herself. "You killed mama and papa… I saw it ….he he he … I don't wanna die yet; I don't wanna die yet…. Please don't kill me…."

The boy was alarmed to see her say such things. "Listen, I did not hurt your mama and papa, and I will not hurt Flandre," said the boy, trying to prevent her from going into succumbing to hysteria once more, "Please calm down."

When Flandre settled down, he decided to press his luck further; it might be the only chance to get her to listen to him.

"Who told you such things, that human are like what you said?" he asked cautiously.

"Mr. Felly did!" Flandre went over to the severed head of the bear, the boy saw earlier, and caressed it on her arms. "'All humans are bad'. That's what Mr. Felly and the voices told me" she whispered quietly to the bear's head. The boy looked at her with concern in his eyes. "You know that's not true, right?"

Voices?

Flandre shot him a venomous look. "Hush! Can't you see Mr. Felly is asleep?" she hissed, apparently referring to the bear's head. The young man was about to speak, yet kept his mouth shut as Flandre began muttering to herself.
"Stupid big sister, I hate her, yet I love her. Flandre has to stay down in the basement. If only sister would let me out on those humans, I'll break them, and they'll go 'KABOOM'… "

Then she glared at the boy and shouted. "Sakuya is an exception! Sakuya is nice girl, just like Flandre!"

So the incident all those years ago really did leave a deeper scar, despite her amnesia. It was to be expected, thought the boy. He winced as he felt a slight head ache; he held his hand by his temple, his teeth gritted at the annoying pain in his head. No, not now, this is not a good time. Ah, her madness is seeping through her body again.

He watched as Flandre walked towards him, claws spread, yet he stood his ground.

"I'm not here to hurt you, if that's what you're thinking, and you know that" said the boy defiantly. Flandre drew closer and grabbed him by his collar, pulling him down on his knees, and on his face she shouted in a very horrible, distorted voice. "LIAR!"

Thenshe glared deep into the boy's eyes with such intensity, that a normal human being would have exploded into bloody oblivion.

Yet he forced himself to stay calm, and not to give himself into that prospect, for it will surely happen if he continued to dwell in it. In the depths of the girl's crimson eyes, which seemed to be as hot as a thousand burning furnaces, the boy saw images of a red sky, that rained blood and various human body parts, pitch forks and torches, fire, pain, a sea of blood and the screams of the dying he also heard. The maniacal laughter of a mad child killing its parents echoed itself in his mind, he saw death and violence all around, which left him stunned to think that a being with all these thoughts actually existed. All of this he saw, yet he forced himself to stare back.

This child, the little girl he used to protect, was actually deep inside was an insane, scarred killer.

Help me… Remy, Patchy….. Anyone? I don't want to be alone anymore…

Hearing the voice surprised the boy, almost making him lose focus. He gazed into the images harder, and on the midst of the madness all around, a small flickering ball of white light hovered. Unlike its surroundings, it somehow emitted a different kind of aura around it, the innocence of a child.
The boy saw it hovering there, (and from what he saw) turning from one side to another like that of a confused person, wondering why was the world it lived in like that.

There was something trembling at the base of his neck, which pulled him back into reality. Flandre had dropped her gaze and let go of the young man's collar, as if she too saw something in his eyes. Her expression turned from anger into fear and worry. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand (that seemed to have returned to normal), and looked like she was about to cry.
"No! I'm so sorry!" she whimpered "I didn't know mister was big sister's friend! I-I hurt Big sister's friend… She's going to be so mad…"

The young man eyed her cautiously; he put his guard up in case this was a farce.

But even as he did he felt the mad atmosphere from earlier disappear, no more disembodied giggling, any more twisted thoughts and fear, and most of all, the danger seemed to have disappeared.

Flandre fell on her knees, crying softly, looking completely harmless, in contrast with her previous personality.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry….. Flandre didn't mean to hurt you…." she sobbed, clutching the side of her head, as tears fell on the cold floor, "Please don't tell big sister, Flandre will give you m-m-many ca-cakes and teas, here!" she grabbed something inside her dress pocket,(She has a pocket?, thought the boy) only to reveal it was a lung organ. The young man covered his mouth to prevent himself from being sick. What the hell? Flandre began to walk towards him, holding that bloody organ at her side.
"Please understand," she whispered, her small frame swaying from side to side. "It's just that they won't leave me alone…I'm so scared…..They'll come back…. Flandre is sure about it, and she can't do anything about it….. It hurts… It hurts, mister…. They keep hurting her head, like they are crushing!" She clenched her fist shut, causing the organ to explode into a bloody explosion, spattering the floor with red liquid and scattered gore, the boy had to shield himself using his cloak to prevent getting blood on his face. But despite all of that Flandre kept on whispering to him in a soft voice, "I'm sorry…. I'm sorry….."

The boy hid the expression of shock on his face with a mask of concern.

Danger has passed, thought the young man in relief, he longed to pass out, but he can't, for he will get himself killed for sure. Sadly, his knees gave way, and was about to fall face first on the floor if not for Flandre catching him. He recoiled on her cold touch and grip of iron, but neverthelesslet her support him.

"Mister is hurt!" gasped Flandre at the cut on his right shoulder, as she held him by his left. You don't say? Thought the young man sarcastically, but aloud he said, "Don't worry I'm fine, nothing I can't fix"

"Flandre will help you, she will!" she said enthusiastically, which caused her to tighten her grasp on his shoulder. The young man grimaced, yet did not complain.

Flandre guided him to her bed, which was single bed, made out of metal, most of the mattress was gone and a few springs were visible. She helped him sit down, and then dove into the darkness. At the distance of the large chamber, the boy can hear the sound of cloth ripping and the brisk tapping of feet.

I hope this help from her doesn't hurt as much as the treatment I got earlier.

Flandre soon came back carrying what looked like a dirty rag from god-knows-where. She attempted to clean the wound on the boy's shoulder, but he politely declined.

"Thank you for the concern, but I can really fix it myself and it really isn't life threatening –"he stopped short as Flandre began to wail mournfully.

"Mister is going to die, and it's all my fault!"

"W-wait, don't cry! I'm not dying! Look!" he placed his left hand over the cut on his shoulder and muttered, "Heal!"

The young man felt a sudden itch spread on his injured shoulder as the wound closed up on its own. A faint ray of blue light emitted from his hand as he said the command.

Flandre watched in awe, which made him crack a smile, although the effort from using that magic drained him of his energy. For now he was at Flandre's mercy, he won't be able to fight back until he has rested for at least five minutes.

"How did you do that?" asked the curious vampire, an excited gleam in her eyes, "are you a magician?"

"No, but I do know a spell or two, it's useful in tight situations," the boy explained.

"But how did you avoid being broken?" asked Flandre, looking confused.

The young man looked uncomfortable with the topic. "It's my um… Ability?" shrugged the boy, smiling sheepishly. She may be blood thirsty, but her thirst for knowledge is unquenchable. It's a shame that she wasn't able to develop it.

Flandre lowered her head and stared on the stone floor, uneasily shuffling her feet. "Is mister angry with me?" she asked in a small timid voice.

The young man blinked.

After all he has been through, all he felt was doubt, regret, guilt, and sadness, no anger or ill will for the action of the mansion's inhabitants. But of course he understood their actions for in their eyes he was an intruder that seeks to invade their home, whereas he had his own intentions for being here, so it was understandable. There was only one person in this mansion that makes his blood boil.

The boy perished the thought and answered in what would be confused tone. "How can I ever be angry with you? Don't worry I'm fine" he said in a warm voice," ah, that reminds me" He stood up and took off his travelling cloak, and then wrapped it around Flandre's shoulders.

"I know vampires don't feel cold or warmth, but if it can keep you comfortable, you can keep it"

Flandre studied the brown leather cloak around her, and found that it was too big for her; the cloth went as far as covering her shoes. She looked up and observed the boy's strange clothing.

He wore dark blue pants, with a brown belt bag around his waist; he wore a pair of big gloves on his hands, with the symbol of ying and yang at the back of each hand engraved on a metal plate. On his torso he wore a dark brown short sleeved shirt, with a symbol of an eye on the left shoulder, and three white stripes on his right, nothing grand, all simple, except for the black combat boots on his feet.

Due to his battles earlier, his shirt was ripped on some places like his right shoulder, which he hasn't healed yet and stained the cloth with the light flow of blood, and the left side of his stomach, where he had healed his recent wound.

The state of his attire indicated that he was living in the outdoors recently. His boots were pants and shirt were weather beaten, and his boots were covered in dried mud.

He noticed Flandre staring at the gash on his shoulder, and he placed his left hand on his right shoulder and muttered the same command he uttered before. As the wound began to heal, Flandre seemed to have broken out of her trance and focused back on the boy who was dusting his pants.

"You dress like a peasant" she said bluntly, pointing at the young man's untidy clothes.

The boy blinked twice and then looked down on his attire. "Do I now? Well it's not that I pay attention to how I look, but maybe….." his voice trails off for a few moments before saying," well, it's not like you look any better"

He took out a handkerchief, knelt down to Flandre's height, and began wiping off the drying blood on her chin. She didn't resist, but only closed her eyes as the boy wiped off the smudge on her face.

"Done" declare the young man.

He stared into her face, which was full of childish curiosity, as if he were a box of presents she can't wait to open, and then to her eyes.

Her face might've shown expressions and feelings, yet her eyes…. They were dark and lifeless, completely devoid of the youthful light the used to have, saved for when she goes into fits of insanity (as observed earlier) where they glow like headlights.

He didn't see the twinkle in her eyes that he used to like anymore.

"Do you recognize me or not?" he asked, his voice calm and composed as ever, yet his face was indifferent.

Flandre shook her head.

The young man nodded in understanding. It's now or never.

"Well, it seems like you've grown… err, quite a lot since we last met," he said, while patting Flandre's head, causing the blood in her system to gather in her cheeks and blush. "You grew taller," chuckled the boy, then his face turned into concern," I have to make this quick, but I really need to ask; what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the attic?"

Flandre frowned, as if she wanted to know why she was down here in the first place.

"Big sister," she muttered," big sister told Flandre to stay here, after Flandre obliterated the attic, but I don't mind, because I'm a big girl now.

"Hmm, of course you are," he said his concerned expression turned into a serious one, and asked once more," but how long have you been living here?"

Flandre counted with her ten fingers and said happily." Two hundred and sixty years!"

The boy's face turned grim. "Does your sister visit you often?"

Flandre found interest at the hem of her skirt, and played with it before answering.

"Big sister says that she's busy, so she rarely comes. Sakuya sometimes drops by to serve me dinner, Hong visits most of the time when she's free, and reads me lots of colorful books from the library! But it's still the same, they can leave and I can't"

She lowered her head sadly while staring down the floor.

The young man sighed and tried on his best smile. "Putting that dreary topic aside, I have something that you'll like" He reached for his back and conjured a brand new teddy bear out of thin air. He placed it on his front and presented it to Flandre, who looked stunned at the sudden gift. After a few seconds, she reluctantly accepted it, afraid it might shatter in her hands.

"I didn't know what to get you so I bought both instead" he then took out a beautiful red ribbon from his belt bag and placed it on top of Flandre's mob cap," suits you well"

Flandre touched her new ribbon in wonder; it was rare for her to receive one gift, but two? It was too good to be true. Only a few people gave her a gift, and seldom did she receive any because she always broke it after it was given to her.

"Do you like it?" asked the young man.

Flandre nodded vigorously.

"Good, because I also brought some cake" he held out his palm and conjured a small cake with three candles on top," I know you just had dinner," he glanced at the outline of the severed arm at the distance," but I bet you're hungry. I can still remember that appetite of yours"

Flandre looked offended and puffed her cheeks. It looked impressive, until her stomach rumbled.
The boy laughed, "You should probably make a wish before eating"

"A wish for what?" asked the vampire, tilting her head to the side.

The young man stopped laughing and blinked twice.
"Whoa, wait a second; you don't even know what today is?"

Flandre looked confused.

The young man sighed, while scratching his head.
"The reason I came back to this mansion, after I….uh, upset you, was to make it in time for your special day," he explained, brushing his gloved hands together, and then smiled, cheerfully saying, "Happy four-hundred and ninetieth birthday, Flandre!"

It took several seconds before Flandre can register the words he said, and when she did, her frown turned into a cautious look, and began to edge away from the boy.
"Are you telling the truth?" she asked, eyeing him warily.

The young man hadn't expected this kind of reaction, but otherwise gave his reply.
"Every word that I just said was nothing but truths. It's true that you can't remember me, but I will never take advantage of your amnesia and lie to you, for I have no reason to do that."

"Big sister says 'don't trust strangers', can I trust mister since he's nice to me?" asked Flandre timidly.

She doubts me? Thought the boy, his eyebrows raised.
He gave out a low chuckle and said. "No you shouldn't trust me, not after what happened"

Flandre was about to speak again, when the boy waved his hand dismissively, bringing to an end to that topic.
"So…" starting up another, the boy smiled, "I was worried that forgot about you again, so I travelled with all haste. Looks like she did forget, no wonder you're so moody"

Flandre didn't reply, but kept her eyes on the floor, it was only a few moments later that she did. "Alone," she muttered, "actually she hasn't visited me for a very long time…"

The young man's smile melted, "Oh, uh sorry about that", I'm a tactless idiot.

Flandre shook her head and said, "It wasn't mister's fault. It's okay. Big sister told me that it was better for me to stay here, though she doesn't tell me why…. Flandre thinks that big sister hates her, that she upset big sister. Flandre's ears are very sharp you know. She can hear everything that happens above. Sometimes, I can hear Sakuya ask big sister about me, but big sister keeps saying the same thing, 'too keep everyone safe'. I don't understand and I'm scared. Hong doesn't talk about it either, big sister would call her if ask her. I think big sister's ears are sharp like mine. I love big sister, but, does she hate me? I don't get it."

I do, but, the boy gazed sadly at the pitiable girl in front of him, as harsh as it sounds, Remilia locked up her own sister to prevent her from 'breaking' every living person in sight, which is a good reason, just by looking at the event earlier, but doing nothing to help her sister is intolerable. Just letting things like this happen to your own sister, Remilia, I will choke you.

The young man shook himself out of his semi-murderous thoughts, and replied, trying to keep his tact this time, "Well, sometimes there are things left to be unknown. Remi could…. Could be doing it for you, she…. Just doesn't want to hurt yourself. Remilia cares for you and she doesn't hate you" though I know the person who made her, "as your sister's…..friend, I'll ask her to speak with you, and you, will have to prove that you're a big girl now. You are a good girl, aren't you?"

"The piece, I lost my piece, I won't be able to play anymore," murmured the vampire incoherently.

The young man tensed as Flandre began to speak with herself again.
It was his turn to be cautious.
"Is something wrong?" he asked politely, for he knew that one wrong move, it was the end for him.

Flandre stared into directly into his eyes and said, "I'm sorry mister, but as hard as I try to recall, I still can't remember who you are"

The boy sighed in relief, and then chuckled. "Hey it's okay, don't worry about it. Three hundred and ninety years has passed ever since that….. Unfortunate day….Heh, I don't expect you to remember instantly…You were the one who gave me my name, my new name that is… You made me forget about my old life and along with your sister, both of you gave me a new family, a new life, and a fresh start… I was your servant once upon a time….. My name is Rook"

All of a sudden, the gentle atmosphere back then was shattered, and was replaced by a rather tense one, like that of a stretched bowstring, ready to be released.

The bear Flandre held fell down on the cold floor; the vampire's eyes grew wide in shock, and then whispered, "Rook...? Brother…?" She grasped the sides of her head, her face contorted in pain; she closed her eyes, and started to whine, "No! It hurts! It hurts!" Flandre collapsed on the floor, her fragile mind, struggling to remember, she cried to the boy for help, but he only stood there with sad eyes.
She felt pain at the back of her eyes, like that of a hot iron brushing against her flesh, only that the pain was inside her head, burning its way through her mind.

One side of her wanted it to stop, for the pain was unbearable, the other side of her wanted it to continue, for the first time she felt what she had not felt for a long time: Happiness.

Flandre watched as she saw flashes appear before her eyes, she saw many things that she has not seen for so long; wild flowers that seemed to glow in the pale moonlight, the sky which housed the moon and the stars, the hard roof tops of a busy city, and someone important, whom she held with her right hand, while Remilia held her by her left.
Flandre was stunned to see Remilia smile happily; she has not seen her sister so brightly. Flandre could not help but cry and laugh the same time. She was happy to see her sister smile; the pain in her mind didn't bother her anymore, as long as her sister was happy. She turned her head to her right, but before she can even see the person's face, she was dragged back into reality.

Flandre found herself, looking teary eyed to the young man who called himself as 'Rook'.

It's just like China's, only stronger, he thought, restraining his self from coming to her aid, I'm sorry, but if I interfere now, it will disrupt the process of regaining your memories.
He clenched his fists, he was despicable, but it had to be done. Contradicting the spell, by exposing an object of great importance to the person with the memory charm, will help loosen its hold and will be rendered weak enough for a full spell break. However, if the magic acting around Flandre was severed, it will make her feel excruciating pain while the memories are returning; this is the Price that must be paid, pain. Her mind cannot simply process all the information at once and instantaneously, it will take time, but I've managed to break a few of your barriers. The mind cannot remember, but the soul can, that's what I'm aiming for. I'm sorry.

Rook extended a hand towards Flandre, but instead of taking it, she clawed at it, leaving a large cut, exposed through the rip of the metal plate on the glove.

Flandre hissed angrily, her red eyes flashing, and then she retreated backwards, keeping one hand on her head, while the other was scratching frantically on the floor.

"You're lying," she whimpered, continuing to scratch the flat surface of the floor with her bare hand, "you can't be him, I…. he's….. GO AWAY!"
"I'm sorry," managed Rook, he wasn't expecting this reaction, the naïve part of him thought that the girl will recall him with open arms, but it seemed like she was pushing him away.

No, it's not that way, he thought, her mind is conflicted, the memories must've been jumbled up, making her confused. The counter spell loosened the charm's hold and released a few fragments of her memories, but I didn't think that the memories will all fall into place in their exact position. Damn I'm an idiot.

Rook sighed sadly, taking five steps back from the confused and dangerous vampire in his presence. He had to wait for Flandre's ragged breathing to ease and her mind to calm down, before speaking. "I'm sorry, okay?" he repeated, the guilt in his voice was obvious.

"Y-y-you lied to me, I thought you were nice…" sniffled Flandre, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her words were like rusted needles piercing his flesh; Rook ignored this and set his mind straight. Choosing his words with utmost care, he began to speak. "Flandre I know you're upset, but it wasn't me that hurt you, understand?"

"T-then, wh-wh-who did?" stuttered the vampire.

Rook paused for a moment before answering; it won't hurt to tell her my objectives…
"It was your memories"

"Memories?"

"Yes, I'm trying to make you regain them"

"Then, b-b-big sister s-sm-smiling was a-a memory?"

"Yeah, a lot of them are gone from your head, and I'm trying to bring most of them back"

"How? Why does it hurt so much?"

"It's…. It's because you're… Confused... You're not allowed to know too much or else you're head will go boom, if that's how you put it, I think…" That's more or less the truth, but I can't call her insane, if I say that she'll rip me to ribbons

"Can Rook get it back?"

Rook stared at Flandre; her eyes were still filled with tears, though they were no longer falling down her cheeks. In her scarlet eyes sparked a faint light of hope; she wanted to understand and wanted many questions answered.

Rook hesitated for a moment, he wasn't even sure if he can get her memories back. The method that is said to dispel the amnesia is vague and there is a seventy hundred percent chance that it won't work, however the results earlier indicated that by some luck he managed to loosen the spell's hold to unlock a few fragments, but not the whole memories.

Can I actually do this? That phrase has always been in his mind ever since he started this quest. Even now he was unsure if regaining Flandre's memories will fix everything. She was not the only one who needed to regain their memories. Convincing both Remilia and Meiling will be near impossible after the stunt he pulled earlier, but it was necessary, he would not be able to reach Flandre without a fight or two, and he already foresaw the events before he even entered the mansion.

One step at a time

He turned his gaze back to the tearful vampire.

She was his goal; he had to fix her, for he cannot bear to watch her to be in this pathetic state. Long ago he made a promise, only to break it. This time….

Never again…. He thought softly, before saying, "I can get it back, and I will…"

Rook began to take cautious steps towards Flandre, who was still having a slight hiccupping fit after her outburst earlier. Her left hand was bloodied from scratching the floor, her hat was tilted slightly to the side, and she bore a wild look in her tear filled eyes. Her sharp teeth were gritted exposing her sharp canines, though she posed no harm at the moment.
Rook can only make out that she was still confused, whether or not she can still trust him.

He came to a halt right in front of her and kneeled down to her height, ignoring the fact that she can tear him limb by limb without a second thought, but nevertheless he patted her head one last time. "I promise I'll get them back, you'll just have to wait a little longer."

"S-s-soon?" asked Flandre, who kept her head low.

"Sooner than you think," Rook answered, his warm tone now back in his voice, however it disappeared as soon as it came, replaced by a somber one," but it looks like I've given you enough clues already to figure as much on your own. Happy Birthday Flandre…. It was nice seeing you again"

Flandre jerked her head upwards, blinking twice before saying. "You're leaving?"

Rook smiled brightly, as his body slowly became transparent like that of a ghost's. It was as if his atoms were splitting apart creating a ghost projection of himself, until completely transforming his body into a cold, wet mist, which hung harmlessly on the windless air of the chamber.

Flandre was confused and made a grab of his transparent form as she got up, but she was at best trying to grab the air, for Rook's form had came to solidify at the door.

The vampire's blood red eyes grew wide in fear; she began to run towards the door, the barrier that sealed it now gone.
"Wait!" cried Flandre,"Rook, wait for me!"

As she ran at her fastest towards the door, time seemed to have frozen around her. The cold dark iron doors were already half closed, though she managed to catch a few of Rook's words.

"Be a good girl and don't cause trouble for your sister, okay? I'll visit before you turn five hundred, I promise! Good bye, Flan…."

"Brother!" shouted Flandre, but the doors were sealed shut.

Tears once again began to trace down her cheeks, as she soon sob.
She just lost her best friend, again…

Nicolas Note:

I do good?
Well back to pointing out my mistakes so that it will hurt less if a critical reader comes by.
First of all, I might have lack detail in this chapter and I couldn't really cook up a nice Amnesia like atmosphere, but that's me...
Second, I... Uhh might have gone overboard on Flandre's part and exaggerated the whole thing, which could be my biggest blunder, maybe if I toned it down a notch... Also, personally I think her insanity is forced this time... Would have to work on that.
Third, still Flandre, I may have not a good portrayal of her in this chapter, just sayin'.
Fourth, is it me or was the end anti-climatic? I hope it's just me.
Fifth, some parts may have not made any sense...

And that's that, I gave the OC a good beating in the form of an insane loli, because of his Marty Sue-ness last chapter, although maybe his Marty Sue-ness increased on this chapter too.
One more thing, the OC's ability is pretty vague, eh? and may slightly be overpowered, don't worry, I have something in store to show him his place.

Please leave a review so I may know what I'm lacking, suggestions are welcome too.
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Bye!