Hello fellow friends, and hopefully future new ones! Welcome to the sequel of Amnesia! I hope that you all enjoy the first chapter, I'm sorry if it seems crappy but I try my best! And a shout out to ma Beta-reader! Ruff1298! I think I got the numbers right...

Well, please enjoy the beginning of many chapters to come!

I don't own KFP or "It" either...or do I?

The Little Things That Become Big

The wind blew on the strong branches of the many implanted trees in the striking garden, sending petals of flowers to flutter amongst the warm breeze. The lush, green grass crumpled under the three pairs of feet, as two siblings compete against each other to see whose kite can go the highest, and their guardian watches over them with a solid eye. Butterflies of all kinds flew around from flower to flower, collecting the nectar needed to satisfy their raging hunger. The birds sang their song and the drip-drops of water that fell upon the concrete from last night's rain only made nature's music more relaxing. The sun gazed upon them, while sending ripples of heat that indicated a good day to do just about anything.

Six months has passed since the departure of the beloved Dragon Warrior, Po. He had left his friends with memories that would remain with them forever. He left to be with someone he has and will never truly love. He left for the well-being of his family and friends. He left because it was his duty. Because he thought—no, he knew—it was the right thing to do. But was it worth it? Was it worth leaving his father handling the noodle shop all on his own? Was it worth leaving his uncompleted training? What if a new threat would arise? What would he do then? The Five might not be able to handle it all on their own. They might need some help. What if she…?

No. She was her own hero. Besides, Hao promised to protect her, be there for her, and even lo— her. He couldn't even say that word anymore when it came to that. That word is too strong. Hao did lo—her. And Po knew it.

"No! That no fair!"

"Yes it is! Besides, you started it!"

"Is and did not! Po!"

Great…

Upon hearing his name being mentioned, Po walked over to the young lynxes that were flying their (what used to be) separate kites. The youngest one was Mei-Zhen—"Precious Pearl''—and she was about three-years old. Her beautiful soft fur had been brushed especially nice today, and pointed perfectly to the very tip of her ears. Her mother had a tendency of tying different colored ribbons depending on what she wore. Today she wore a green tunic with matching pants embroidered with falling green leaves, which meant green ribbons at the moment. Her older brother Tung—"United"—is fourteen-years-old. He wore his regular blue tunic and black slacks. His aqua blue eyes glared at the violet that stared angrily back at him.

It seemed that the kite's wires became tangled in the process of their harmless sibling rivalry. Po was used to these types of competitions around the palace. Muang was only twenty-two, which made her the second eldest. Her elder sibling was a sister of age twenty-three. Her other siblings included two twin brothers, both eleven years old. Tung and Mei-Zhen were the other two, and finally the youngest of the clan was the one-year-old baby boy who has yet to be named. There were many battles that went on between Muang and her elder sister, Jade. They would often fight about who deserves what and who had the highest status in the family although both were female and didn't count much, but when Muang asks Jade the dreaded question of who married the Dragon Warrior and became empress, Jade had no choice but to stay shut.

The twins were the most rambunctious of the youngsters, always fighting for toys and silly games. They also fight when they are asked a question, and the other refuses to be wrong. Sometimes the arguments would seem endless, but it was nothing a quick time out wouldn't fix. The other two—Mei and Tung—didn't take it very seriously, and took to having Po around quite quickly. Tung understood that Mei was very young (unlike the other siblings), and didn't understand many things so he would keep everything to a minimum, no matter how annoying it can be to have to deal with a three-year-old sister. And even though it seemed typical to be totally mature at age fourteen and older, in the inside of the imperial palace—the children—were anything but mature, but Tung was. Po liked that about Tung. Tung was very mature for his age for how his family behaved in secret, and so was Mei. Although she's only three-years-old, Po could see that Mei had an amazing memory. She could see something once, and remember every detail, every mark and anything else in between. He loved that most about her because it could always come in handy one day.

Although he already knew what went on, there was no pain in asking to hear their side of the story. "What happened?"

Or so he thought.

The simple question was answered simultaneously with the two bickering on whose fault it truly was. Po dragged one hand down his face and silently cursed himself for asking the question. He picked Mei-Zhen up in his arms to avoid the arguing to turn into fighting by Mei's side. "Hey, hey now. Fighting won't get us anywhere. Why don't you tell me one at a time?" He turned his gaze to Tung, who stood impatiently while holing the tangled strings of the kites.

"Well, first we were flying our kites. But then Mei pushed me and our kites were mixed up. The strings started to get tangled and now we can't play…but it's not like I want to anyway…" he muttered to himself.

Po raised an eye-brow and shot one look at Mei, who covered her mouth to giggle at his silly expression, which was the one she called his "'tective face". "You can't play?"

"We are not able to play." He corrected himself, keeping contact with Po's eyes and not rolling them like he used to. Before Po, Tung used have no respect for his elders at all, but now having someone he could look up to, Tung felt like he could finally have someone to be proud of him. Even for something as little as keeping eye contact.

Po put little Mei down and took the kites from Tung's grip. He pulled the kites down and examined the tangles. He then found a knot right in the middle of the strings, and it was pretty big. They were so knotted up that Po had given up before he had a chance to take a crack at untangling it..

"Tell ya what," he said still observing the over-knotted knot, "When we go visit my friends, I'll get you an even better kite than this piece of junk."

Po's announcement caused a cheer between the two. Mei skipped along to him and plopped down on his lap. "I wanna pink kite! A…" she put her finger over her lip, thinking of what to say. A sudden grin rushed over her features. "A pink bwuf'y!"

Po smiled. "A pink butterfly! Wow, that's a shocker…what about you, Tung?"

Tung sat down on the grass and crossed his legs. "I would like a dragon kite. None of these boring square ones that we always have…I mean look at these things! How can we ever have fun with a flat box that just flies up in the air?"

Po nodded. Things were indeed quite boring and simple at the Imperial Palace. As the Imperial family, they had to keep up a certain image. They must keep the reputation of a perfect family, having perfect obedient and dutiful sons and daughters. Everything is rationed evenly, and nothing is ever changed. There are no extra meals, snacks, windows, pillows. Everything is always even, never odd.

The routine is always the same, repeated each day. Every day is exactly the same. That's what Po had now come to believe. He came to believe that the best part of the end of the day is that the next day, the same routine starts all over again.

Agreeing to his promise, he then sent the children inside for lunch, warning them that if they did not eat their plate clean he might forget all about the kites. He waited until they left for him to sit under the Peach tree planted at the right-hand corner of the garden. He rested his head on the tough bark, thinking about the not-so-secret-but-used-to-be-a-secret excursion they'll be taking in a few short days. It's been six months since Po had last visited the Jade Palace, and he longed to be back to having bloody knuckles and broken bones, if only for three months.

It all began on that snowy day after the "Battle of Longevity" as it was now called, that Po had planned this trip. Shifu was the true culprit behind it. He had told Po that they will be going on an important mission in the summer season, and it was one he could not miss, even Katrina form Mexico would be joining them. Everyone must be present. But it was Po who had decided to take the two children to the Jade Palace. At first Shifu refused, but how could he say no when Muang found out about the situation, and decided to take matters into her own hands.

It was a pity, he thought, that Muang would be attending this trip. But soon this will change…that thought had left him long ago. That is what he kept hearing in his head, those same words ringing in his ears. Now those words meant nothing. How can things change when they were always exactly the same? Tung was right, Po thought. How can things be fun if everything was like a flat box? You can't have fun with a flat box.

He got up, and retired to his bedroom, where he could have his thoughts to himself. There, he sat on his bed and just sat there, staring at the many blankets that covered the bed, thinking about it... He couldn't believe he was thinking it, or about to even say it because he thought he was finished with it. He thought the children would take his mind off it, but it just made it worst. Muang made it worse, her mother, her father's love, the laughter, the happiness. Everything was just wrong! It wasn't supposed to be this way! It was never meant to be this way! He was supposed to be normal!

But he was, wasn't he? Of course he was normal. He had to be. But he had no clue. It had taken him up to when he was old enough to read, to find out he was adopted by Mr. Ping, and that he was a panda, not an over-sized furry goose. He said nothing though, because no matter what happened, Mr. Ping would always be his father. He would always…be…his…father.

And because Mr. Ping was his father he had ancestors to pray to, he had a family to visit, he had all these things and still he asked for something more. Something that Mr. Ping could not truly give him, but only an adventure of a life time could give him. What is it really--a name?

"That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet…" he recited quietly. Did it matter what his true identity was? No matter who he was, he would always be himself. No matter what they called him; he would always be the same panda, wouldn't he?

…wouldn't he? "I…no." he answered himself aloud. "I wouldn't…change. No, that's just…no, no. I wouldn't. I mean…would…I…ever? No. No. Oh man, I've got to stop talking to myself…"

This was all just much on his mind right now. He needed something to write his thoughts down. He snapped his finger's suddenly as a thought hit him.

My journal!

Running to the mantelpiece that rested on the opposite side of the wall with two large windows, he searched for a brown leather notebook where he's written down everything: thoughts, poems, secrets. It's something that he liked to call, "His Chronicle of Life". He searched in between two large encyclopedias about Law and Crime, and right in front of "Women for Dummies", he pulled out his journal. He sat at a desk that he purposely connected to the shelf, and took his ink pen, dipped it in the small bottle, opened the book and began to write.

Fifteenth day of the Fourth Lunar Month

After noon

Hey dude,

I know I've been writing about this for the past few days, but it's just so important to me all of the sudden. Who am I?

Yeah, so my name is Po. But big deal! A name won't change who you are on the inside (at least I hope not), that's just a label. Like the simplicity of any other name placed on the Five. And I've been wondering lately, who are my real parents? Did they abandon me on purpose? Did they die and someone find me? Was I separated from them as a child? Was I switched? I just…don't know.

Whatever, I should probably change the subject, we all know what happened the last time I mentioned them. Well, in three days I'll be leaving with Muang…unfortunately. I mean, come on! She's already married to me, now she wants me to be with her at all times too! This is just discrimination…okay, maybe not. But I don't like it one bit, and she knows it. I mean, why else do ya think she's not pregnant? Besides, if I get her in that mess, who knows what's gonna be comin' outta that womb.

Well, it seems that the more I talk about this, the more I start thinkin' about you know who, so I'll write down some more later.

-Po

He quickly closed up the book and sighed. It was that feeling of wanting to write but couldn't. It was that same feeling of wanting to believe in hope for himself but didn't have something to keep him going. It was like that force that he had long ago, had escaped his grasp. It was as if he was a misplaced soul inside his own body.

True, the two children that he had made friends with always gave him the two siblings he never had, but something that he really wanted…something that he's never told anyone, not even his journal…was a friend. Sounds simple, he thought. But it was way more complicated than that. This friend had to be a great listener, someone who would listen to him and who he could listen to. Someone who he could trust with all his secrets and someone who wouldn't judge him. Someone who wouldn't spill water with the next person this friend sees. This friend, he thought, also had to be someone special. Someone that had something that's so rare in another person. It was the most important thing ever. Not a lot of people have this, it's very bizarre to find someone with it, but he wanted this person to have "It". Po didn't know exactly what "It" was, but it was something that would make this person lovable and trustworthy right away. "It" was something that made this person the sweetest person in the world in other people's eyes, and yet they know that this person could not be messed with.

He didn't want a girlfriend per say…but what he truly needed was a friend. He only needed a friend.

He shook away these depressing thoughts and began yawning inaudibly. He folded his arms and placed his head on top of them. Closing his eyes, he tried to dream with color. He tried to imagine vibrant color, and formations of the moon shining high above in the sky, with stars as bright as the moon itself and people, just celebrating for the joy of it. All this, he tried to imagine.

But in reality, all he could see was darkness.

Well, there's the first one for ya, hope you all enjoyed. Please be so kind as to review and that might be some great inspiration for the next chapter... :)

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