Delayed Reunion

A Lost Memory

Dark and hazy, that's the feeling that was emitting from the hallway. Walking down the hallway, the darkness seemed to grow larger and larger, making it impossible to know the location of where anyone was heading, or what was up ahead. Footsteps were heard in a steady pace, disturbing the quiet of the elongated structure. There we no doors, just abstract wall structure and a deep feeling of dread that befell the seemingly endless path. Vision unchanged, there's a door at the end finally. The footsteps cease, and the door opens, only to reveal a rather pristine and scarring sight.

A sudden rush picks up at the figure laying atop the marble flooring, with the tiles resembling that of a chess game. The colors of black and white were the only that showed until hovering near the said figure. The smell was strong, consisting of iron, and the substance was everywhere around the statue-like body. The features of said body resembled that of death. The color in the hair was coated in a scarlet red, but other than that, the hair's natural hair color seemed drained. Only a slight tingent of silverish pink, seemingly slowly evaporating from the ideal strands. A clip lay attached to one of the stray follicles. Not only that, the outfit that was worn by such an individual was that of a school uniform. low skirt, and basic white button-up uniform with a beige jacket laying over top.

No more movement, just a still overview. A person stood over the fallen girl, and watched intently. But, she was dead. No doubt. Movement, but only the eyes of the fallen student. her eyes moved toward the shadow that was hovering over her. No, she is somehow still alive, but how? her lips moved with a dire intent, unlike the rest of her body. She seemed to be able to make it out, speaking in a small and hoarse voice, probably from all the pain and blood loss that she withstood.

"Hinata?"

But, it was not him. There was no way that the long-haired, red-eyed man that stood before her was him. For he himself had short and spiky hair with a single ahoge slipping out from the top. his eyes were of a green color, as opposed to this man's. But, he was wearing the uniform fit of a Reserve Course Student. Silence filled the room until she spoke again.

"Yeah... you're Hinata, aren't you?"

She must be delusional. Maybe it was the simple alteration of her sight, causing hallucinations of the one that occupied her mind the most. Yes, that has to be it, because the man obviously was not Hajime Hinata. Finally, that man spoke up in response to her in an inquiring tone.

"Is that who I was before?"

That question rung out and stayed there for a longer than needed time. It seemed the man does not have any memory of what he was before he came into existence. The question was not answered, for it just sprung another ring of questions. each one more inquiring than the other, going along the lines of his memory loss, and that he is not Hajime Hinata, but Izuru Kamukura. It was very obvious by the physical traits of each individual. They didn't match as far as it came to eyes, hair, stature, and personality. Although, she seems to believe without a doubt that the man before her is indeed Hajime Hinata.

Beginning to spout out words of hope and possibilities, she started moving her body, trying to stand up with all of her energy. If she were to get up, then she would cheat death itself. She would be able to live on with the rest of her life after such an excruciating moment, and possibly save 'Hajime Hinata' from his supposed identity crisis. Finally, she made it to her knees as she breathed out heavily in exhaustion, but never giving up. the sound of a slip befell the room as her body collapsed back onto the ground in a heap. She had failed, and finally, she accepted her fate.

"No... this is it for me."

"Why do you continue to try and help others when you're in such a predicament?"

"Because, I love... my classmates."

Tears formed on the petite face of the petite girl, as she began pleading with her life. She so obviously didn't deserve this. There has to be something that I can do.

"No, I don't want to die! I had so much I wanted to do.."

It finally clicked in my head. This was Chiaki, and she was in unimaginable pain as the person in front of her watched. I moved my body toward her, trying to reach out. Sadly, my muscles DIDN'T move, as I found my own vision change into the perspective of the man that was watching over her. All I could do was watch on in absolute agony for her. My heart wrenching at the tear-stained face of one of my best friends.

"I... wanted to play games one more time.."

I was internally screaming at myself to move in and help her. 'SAVE HER!! PLEASE!!!' My body was unmoving to the very last minute.

"One more time... with you.."

She had her hand raised to me in a last attempt to break me free from my reigns, but as soon as I noticed, the hand fell. The life soaked out of her body and into the floor. Chiaki Nanami was dead...

Chiaki Nanami... was dead.

Chiaki.... was dead...

Chiaki IS dead..

My body finally moved of it's own accord, as my hand scooped up the item that fell not that far of a distance off of her persona. I lifted it to look at it. The Galaga limited edition hair clip that she always wore. It was a most important piece of what defined her as her. I continued looking at it as my heart twisted into itself in agonizing pain. my vision became blurry. I lifted my other hand to wipe my eyes, only to feel a sudden wetness. Tears. I was crying. I broke through to myself. but only too late.

I looked at her body one more time, laying there lifeless and motionless. 'Why did she have to die... why couldn't I just save her!?' As soon as those thoughts came across my mind, my vision went blank.

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"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

I woke up in a start. I looked around at where I was, trying to figure out what I just saw.

it was a dream.

I breathed of relief, and looked up at the cottage that I was sitting against. 'Oh yeah... now I remember..' I ran to Chiaki's cabin, and attempted entry only to find out that it was locked and obviously uninhabited. I ran here as soon as I remembered the name of the person that I had broken my promise to. I had forgotten her when I promised that I would never forget. What hurts the most, is that it was a promise to probably the most important person in my life at the time.

I stopped thinking about it, it would only send me back into a hysterical state. I can't afford to be in such a way right now. Although, I let my mind wander back to the dream that I had. It felt so real, and it seemed like it really had happened before. The blood, the body, the PAIN. But, it was so obviously just a dream.

Right?