Memory 1 - Free June 22 memory
((ooc: Memory taken from manga chapter 281, pages 9-12. ~~~ indicates words Spring cannot hear yet.))
Spring was running through the bazaar on a typical grocery run when he suddenly felt a wave of intense heat bear down on him. He stopped, looking around. Surrounding him was a desert he didn't recognize but did recognize at the same time. Before he could question what was going on a girl nearby, once again someone he felt he should know, turned to look behind them and called out.
"Hey ~~~, hurry it up!"
Spring stared around at the strange but familiar group of young people around him, two boys, that bossy girl and... Seven. She was there. They were in the lead, wearing a variety of clothing but sharing the same symbol band, only displaying them in different places. Two of them, the bossy girl with twin hair buns and the boy with colorless eyes, struck him as very familiar. At least more familiar than the blond that walked near Seven.
Behind them, Spring's father and Bell were trailing behind. Bell was leaning heavily on his father for support. Spring noted the almost annoyed look on his father's face.
"Well, ...I'm really sorry about this, ~~~-kun." Bell was saying, looking a bit put out himself with the situation. It annoyed Spring that he still couldn't hear his father's name, but he ignored that for now. He realized now that this was a memory. It had to be! He wasn't able to move around as freely as he would like, but he was able to observe, and observe he must if was going to get anything important out of this memory.
He strained his ears, trying to hear all he could. Bell was still talking. "After using that ~~~, my body just doesn't move all that well for awhile."
"Here then!!" was his father's loud response.
"Ah! Hey! Wait a...!" But Father moved too quickly and no one could stop him now. Bell was pulled up onto his back and... he was apparently getting a piggy-back ride.
Spring could only stare. Beside him, he heard the others shifting uncomfortably in the sand. And, suddenly, his body was moving without his direction, legs spreading apart and a fist raising in the air. An unbidden thought came into his mind: 'I see... It's training!!'
Was that really what he normally would think in this situation? He didn't have long to contemplate, because his father was grinning back at them and speaking again. "Now I'll be a lot faster!!" Spring felt himself smiling back. He actually felt a little sorry for Bell, who looked like he was going to pass out. His father dashed off, moving quickly across the sand. He laughed, and called back to them, "All of you, see if you can keep up!!"
Spring's body wasn't wasting any time. He moved the large pack he'd been carrying on his back to his front, then turned his back on the familiar, long-haired boy, arms reaching back in encouragement. A name came to his lips, one that he could actually hear for once. Was it because he said it himself? He wasn't sure, but he said it with a solemn determination. "Neji..."
It was met with a perfectly clear answer. "Hell no!"
Spring was jerked out of his memory with that yell, and the spring warmth that filled the bazaar felt welcoming after the very real feeling of dry, desert air. He could see others around him also waking up from their own memories, their expressions varied. Spring himself wasn't even aware of what expression he was probably showing right then. He just knew one thing; his memory left him just all the more perplexed about himself than before.
Spring was running through the bazaar on a typical grocery run when he suddenly felt a wave of intense heat bear down on him. He stopped, looking around. Surrounding him was a desert he didn't recognize but did recognize at the same time. Before he could question what was going on a girl nearby, once again someone he felt he should know, turned to look behind them and called out.
"Hey ~~~, hurry it up!"
Spring stared around at the strange but familiar group of young people around him, two boys, that bossy girl and... Seven. She was there. They were in the lead, wearing a variety of clothing but sharing the same symbol band, only displaying them in different places. Two of them, the bossy girl with twin hair buns and the boy with colorless eyes, struck him as very familiar. At least more familiar than the blond that walked near Seven.
Behind them, Spring's father and Bell were trailing behind. Bell was leaning heavily on his father for support. Spring noted the almost annoyed look on his father's face.
"Well, ...I'm really sorry about this, ~~~-kun." Bell was saying, looking a bit put out himself with the situation. It annoyed Spring that he still couldn't hear his father's name, but he ignored that for now. He realized now that this was a memory. It had to be! He wasn't able to move around as freely as he would like, but he was able to observe, and observe he must if was going to get anything important out of this memory.
He strained his ears, trying to hear all he could. Bell was still talking. "After using that ~~~, my body just doesn't move all that well for awhile."
"Here then!!" was his father's loud response.
"Ah! Hey! Wait a...!" But Father moved too quickly and no one could stop him now. Bell was pulled up onto his back and... he was apparently getting a piggy-back ride.
Spring could only stare. Beside him, he heard the others shifting uncomfortably in the sand. And, suddenly, his body was moving without his direction, legs spreading apart and a fist raising in the air. An unbidden thought came into his mind: 'I see... It's training!!'
Was that really what he normally would think in this situation? He didn't have long to contemplate, because his father was grinning back at them and speaking again. "Now I'll be a lot faster!!" Spring felt himself smiling back. He actually felt a little sorry for Bell, who looked like he was going to pass out. His father dashed off, moving quickly across the sand. He laughed, and called back to them, "All of you, see if you can keep up!!"
Spring's body wasn't wasting any time. He moved the large pack he'd been carrying on his back to his front, then turned his back on the familiar, long-haired boy, arms reaching back in encouragement. A name came to his lips, one that he could actually hear for once. Was it because he said it himself? He wasn't sure, but he said it with a solemn determination. "Neji..."
It was met with a perfectly clear answer. "Hell no!"
Spring was jerked out of his memory with that yell, and the spring warmth that filled the bazaar felt welcoming after the very real feeling of dry, desert air. He could see others around him also waking up from their own memories, their expressions varied. Spring himself wasn't even aware of what expression he was probably showing right then. He just knew one thing; his memory left him just all the more perplexed about himself than before.