Prologue

[bitterblond]

[See Eiri. Well, what you can see of him, anyway. See, Eiri's holding the guide in his arms along with the rest of the items he was given upon his arrival, unaware that the guide is on. So you're getting a spectacular view of his chin, mostly, and glimpses of a frown here and there when he moves his head just right as he walks. Mumbling to himself

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[ineuphony]

...?! You're back!

[bitterblond]

[Blink, blink. Oh, a girl that wasn't scared off by his sailor swearing.]

You remember me?

[ineuphony]

Sure I do! Why wouldn't I?

[bitterblond]

... I don't remember you at all.

[ineuphony]

What? Seriously?

[bitterblond]

Seriously. [SORRY MAKA.]

Are you sure you've got the right person? [Because lots of Japanese men are 6'1'' and have blond hair.]

[ineuphony]

[typical. this always seems to happen and quite frankly, she really should be immune to it. but no matter how many times maka played this song and dance, there was always a slight sting.]

It's alright if you don't. It was a long time ago, anyway.

[bitterblond]

... If it helps, I can't even remember the last time I ate. Plus the past few months I've been told over and over that my memories of this place were just dreams, and up until a few hours ago when I came back, I thought I was losing my mind.

[Oh god, what's with these confessions?!]

[ineuphony]

Whoa. Well, this isn't a dream. You really are back on the spaceship.

[bitterblond]

[Rubs at his face. Gotta keep it together.] Small comfort.

[ineuphony]

Um... -- Do you need me to help you get to your new room?

[she doesn't know how to make you feel better :( ]

[bitterblond]

No. I'm already in the right area, it's just a matter of locating the right door. [He doesn't want Maka to feel like she needs to. Only one person can make him feel better and he's not here, which is the real problem. But. It's a problem he will try to deal with on his own.]

What's your name? Maybe I'll remember it this time.

[ineuphony]

It's Maka Albarn.

[bitterblond]

[Nods a la "Got it."]

... Do you remember my name?

[ineuphony]

Uh-huh! It's Yuki, right?

[bitterblond]

Yeah. [Brows furrow. It bothers him that he doesn't remember this girl.]

How did we meet?