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16 Years Worth of Memory

During my long slumber, past memories of my current life played like a movie in my head.

Out of all the memories, there were only a few happy memories.

All others were torture.

Honestly, it was hard to watch, but I couldn't look away even when I slapped myself a couple of times.

I can't believe what my past self has gone through.

It was horrible. Terrifying, I tell you.

Another memory played.

I was in 3rd person, watching my past self get beaten up by my father.

She was bleeding everywhere; even her purple hair that always seem to shine (another memory) was matted with blood.

As the whip came down and down again, she didn't even twitch. She was completely still.

"Your past self is an illusionist, meaning you are one as well. Go into her mind."

I did as I was told, willing myself to go into her mind.

My past self's mindscape was very… colorful.

It was a beach, not the one I was drowned in, but it was very similar in shape.

The sky was dyed blood red with some purple clouds lounging around. Purple waves smashed against the black sand, the moon laughing whereas the sun had its eyes closed and stayed in one place.

I stared as the moon. "Did my past self watch Soul Eater?"

Then I glanced at my past self, full of cuts and blood, clutching a picture frame tightly to her chest.

"I don't think she had time."

I walked closer to her, and upon closer inspection, I realized she was crying.

"Brother," she whispered, a tear dropping onto the frame. "I'm glad you're not in my place. I… I don't want to see you hurt…"

'I wish she had a better childhood,' I frowned. I was starting to hate her –my- father even more.

When she looked up to the sky, I finally saw who was in the picture.

It was Viper.

He was young and smiling, but he didn't have the marks nor was he wearing the hood. Most likely, my past self had plucked the picture from one of her happy memories and kept it with her.

Slowly, I walked towards her and sat down.

She removed her gaze from the sky and stared at me curiously, her tear-stained face deathly pale.

"Please stop crying," I said softly, wiping her tears away. "I am here now. I will break your, no, our curse, and I will take your place." I hugged her. "Dear, you will feel no more pain. We will do this together."

She started sobbing and hugged me tighter.


After a few minutes of weeping, she sniffed and clasped my hands in hers.

With eyes closed she gave me a big and warm smile.

"Thank you so much!" She opened her eyes. "Now, I have one more parting gift for you."

"Wait!" I held up a hand. "Wha-what about my name?"

She blinked once before chuckling. "You'll remember your name when the time is right."


She smiled warmly at me, her face cleared of cuts. "You'll understand soon…"

There was a flash of white light, and I was back on my memory lane thing.

Before my mind could catch up, I was sent to another memory.

I was young, but not in third person. I guess I really am my past self now.

There was someone in front of me, someone with vibrant purple hair.

"Today, I'm going to teach you how to block your mind so other people can't get into it, okay?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Okay Brother!"

So he was my brother, huh… I can't imagine Viper doing something for free.

"All right, so first…"

My mind fast forward to after he finished explaining, skipping the explanation.

"You're really cute when you're trying to concentrate, you know?" Viper chuckled and patted my head.

I blushed. "We're twins, Brother. That means you're just complementing yourself. Cheeky bastard."

He laughed. It was beautiful to hear. "Language, Sister."

I puffed my cheeks up. "Meanass garbage."

"Children~ It's time to eat~" That was my mother. My mind is tearing up, but I still couldn't move on my own will.

My brother smiled at me and kissed my forehead, whispering, "Your brother is going to protect you forever, m'kay?"

I grinned at him. "No, I will protect you forever!"

"Viper, Am-, you won't be able to protect each other if you don't eat~" My mother winked at us, waving a spatula around.

What's my name? Why can't I hear them say it? Why? I want to know…

"Little Master is awake! Hurry! Where's Hideaki-kun?"

"He's already next to her!"

"Little Master is awake! Hurray! Hurray!"

"After four long and terrible years…"

"Mac, those four years weren't that terrible."

"You don't understand me, Mackenzie! It's always lonely without Little Master around smiling and laughing like an angel!"

"… I can't believe we are related…"

Sobbing… I can hear sobbing… darkness… where am I?

"Little Master, please don't take the bandages around your eyes off," a voice said, helping me sit up.

Ahh… no wonder why I couldn't see anything.

"Why's… that?" I coughed out.

Someone put a straw to my lip. Giving my silent thanks, I drank greedily.

"Little Master, first I'll have to teach you how to see with those bandages on, but I guess I'll explain some things to you."

The voice paused before continuing.

"You see, after you fell down the crack, you fell a deep sleep. During the four years you were asleep, people from all over the world gather in this base that we built ourselves. Your pacifier was releasing strange waves, and the people who had been chosen by the pacifier and decided to serve you as our boss on our free will had come. We formed a new famiglia called Mare Drago. Most of us are illusionist and some of us are cursed like you, but we have some normal people and people with different flames.

"If you didn't know (but I think you do), you were cursed by some witches. I'll list the curses to you. One, you can't go to the surface, or you'll die. Two, whoever sees your eyes, they'll die. Three, you cannot tell anyone about your brother. That includes writing, hand gestures, and so on. Four, your age is cut in half. That means you're four years old. And five, you were cursed to be an infant, but you do not have to protect your pacifier. Your pacifier is only a reminder of your curse."

It was hard to take it all in. Infant? Arcobaleno? Four? France?

Huh? Where did France come from? Talking about France, I want some cake. Flan. Cake. Cursed.

I shook my head and pinched one of my cheeks.

"What's the matter, Little Master? Please stop harming yourself."

I shook my head again and stared where that person is. (I hope I'm staring in the right direction.) "How do you know this much about me?"

I swear I can feel him smile and the sparkles coming off of him.

"I'm your right hand man! Of course I would know this much about you!"

I groaned, not another Gokudera… one was enough, but two?

"Hideaki (I think that was his name), please teach me French."

"Huh? Why? You need to learn how to see with your bandages first."

"You can teach me French while you're teaching me how to see. I'm a fast learner, and you can have class twice a day. One about French and another one about the bandages thingy."

Cue puppy tails and ears.

"I won't disappoint you, Little Master!"

If you're just like Gokudera, you probably won't disappoint me.

"But you have to eat first. We can't allow you to starve. The twin mechanics, Mac and Mackenzie, had made this special goggle for you so that you can see, but we can't see your eyes. Like sunglasses."

"Have fun with the goggles!"

"Be thankful my sister didn't made it. Your goggles would have exploded."

"Hey! We both made it"

"Thank you." I tried to smile, but I think it looked more like a stretched face.

"You're welcome!"

The bandages around my eyes were removed; Hideaki put the goggles on since I can't open my eyes.

The goggles were special indeed. Everything was colored, and I could finally see the faces of my new family.

Hideaki, my right hand man, was a slender and quiet boy, the pale skin, silver hair, and dark green eyes adding to the scariness.

The twin mechanics were like vocaloids-come-alive. They have dark yellow hair and crystal blue eyes. Even their clothes were matching. They both have short hair, but only Mackenzie wore the black headband while Mac had black clips.

That day, I was a very happy human. I was drowned in food.

"Hey guys, have you seen Little Master?"

"Wah ria hare! (I'm right here!)" Came my muffled replied.

Ahhh, I'm finally finished. Don't expect any updates because I need some rest and finish Renae, the Hitman's Sister, but you guys can make the impossible possible by reviewing! :DDD