2 2 Assimilation

Sweat oozed from my bare body, hurriedly escaping from every pore in tandem

Where was I? When am i? WHO AM I?

WHAT AM i?!

Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories

I gripped my head frustratedly with an torrent of anxious agony unparalleled, the loss of something that at its core made up a person gone and snatched away at a moments notice... it was too much

Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories..Memories

They eluded my grasp like the iridescent touch of the marine, sinkiung through the cracks in my hand spilling from my mind like sand no matter how many times I tried to hold on

Eluding my presence, fearful of my uncovering of it's soft delicate veil, afraid of being exposed as the fragmented shards of life and emotions of a life well lived danced along the outskirts of my mind forever prancing around the cage

The desire to rekindle the flames of life that once burned brightly grew stronger, loosening the only thin thread of sanity that held my consciousness 

I traced my hands through the smoothness of my hair 

A habit

A habit I developed.. I didn't know how...when...where.. why...if NONE OF IT 

And yet still a habit that worsened the fear that infected my heart to new heights as the contours of my hair flickered into vision as they were ruffled apart by my hand revealing something even more, "B-blonde? n-o I'm not blonde I'm....what?"

The same creeping feeling of the unknown caressed the contours of my mind sensuously driving the numbing feeling of madness into the back of mind

And then it hit me

The metallic stench of blood enticed me calling my body to pivot myself I needed to see the source

Find at least one answer to an inescapable situation riddled with questions

And there I gazed upon a single dying 'corpse', his right arm ripped from his body in brutal fashion and his eyes gouged along with the surrounding bodies of dead people each dressed and draped in the same uniform

I couldn't think but I was forced to my remind ran wild with a buzz that screamed I had to get out of whatever the hell this was

But my body and emotions told me I had to save someone - the man that lay before me, perched up against the wall as if the universe was directing me to him

A name came to my mind

So familiar yet so distant that it hurt

"Haibara?" I questioned, his name invading my brain like corrosive virus that only seeked to bring light to a hopeless situation

Who was he? Why do I know? Why is his name so familiar? Why is my voice different? Why was his name constantly mentioned? Why were we both here? Why was my name being called to save him? How do I save him? How did I even get here? Why is my hair different? Why does my body feel lighter? Why do i feel so hateful? So full of regret? Despair? Malevolent? So fearful? What is this energy spilling from my body?

Who am I?

The question that I had asked at the very beginning of it all

However this time was different... a catalyst in itself

The agent that began the process of assimilation

A process that wouldn't be halted no matter how many times I screamed

A soul for a soul to release the restraints of the world and allow incarnation to be brought forth and materialise within the world

Memories clashed, converged and diverged from conception telling two different stories - one of mundane and one of a moonlit fantasy veiled by the whispers of madness

Names

The perquisite for a soul to exist no matter if the intent be that of love or hatred was given in twofold

Nanami Kento... Jonathan Saint tied along with their memories and experiences that couldn't be any different from another

And from my new state of awareness 

We were born anew

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