*Reupload of the first half of Memories for the Wattys*
Before the Awakening...
Centuries after the horrible Armageddon, a violent battle fought between the once strongest heroes, Diablos, the strongest demon, and Jalaiya, the strongest angel. They...
Leon woke up with a start. Waves crashed against the shore beside him. He cringed and turned his head away from the sharp pain in his nose. Visibility was poor. It was a struggle for him to keep his eyes open. Wet sand slipped between his fingers. Something soft closed on his mouth, making his eyes shoot open as air was blown into it.
There were countless stars all around. No clouds plagued the sky as a long haired beauty sat over him. Her hands pressed on his chest repeatedly. He coughed and grunted as he grabbed the hands. "K-Katie? Is this supposed to be CPR? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?"
"S-sorry!" Katie yelped, flinching at the sudden outburst.
Leon jumped up, banging their heads together. "Oww." Katie held her head as he was coughing out water. His throat was dry and sore. He rubbed it.
"Well congratulations.... I'm alive..." Leon said, grimacing. What a great vacation... He smacked the sand off his clothes.
"You weren't breathing and I didn't know what else to do," Katie explained, her eyes lowering. "God, this is more confusing than it looks."
"Wait, where are we?" Leon asked, his eyes widening. "And WHY does my nose feel like it's broken?" Any attempt to even touch it sent ripples of pain through his body.
Katie traced circles on the sand with her heel as she looked down. "That.... might be my fault. I had to jump quickly and I miscalculated my landing a little."
"A LITTLE? You had the entire ocean to jump into and you landed on my nose!" he shouted, throwing his hands up.
He spun around. His heart sank. They were on a beach. Nothing but a vast and empty ocean awaited the waters ahead. No boats, no towns, not even a goddamn bird in sight. ....Knew I should've taken that left turn at Alburqurque cause holy FUCK WE'RE LOST.
Katie flinched at how panicked his thoughts sounded. Behind them was nothing but jungle and rocks as far as the eye could see. The wind blew harshly causing sand and shells to fly up all over the place. Great. Just fuckin' great. Does this mean we have to live off of fish and coconuts like Tom Hanks in Casta- Castaway? More like Castafuckingoddamnit why are we here?
He took a deep breath, walking to the edge of the beach as waves crashed against his legs. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing but the night sky and cold waters that stretched on to no end. He kicked up sand and spun around toward the forest.
They stood there in awkward silence. A crab scurried against Leon's boot. It tapped it again and again. Almost like mother nature itself was saying, "HAHA, welcome to the jungle mother fucker!" Leon snatched the crab off the sands and chucked it into the ocean.
