The Past is Never Truly Inescapable [Kimitsuki/Hiroi]

Widened eyes. Though, they quickly return to their normal stoic-like state. How peculiar, yet not out of the ordinary. Kimitsuki is a strange creature, a thought by another strange creature. What brought on this sudden desire to embrace another? Did Hiroi allow herself to show a hint of frailty? Were words alone enough to warrant such an extreme reaction? Extreme? Only Hiroi would think of a hug as extreme. She is not a social person. She’s not even a person. Solitude simply felt normal. This hug feels abnormal. Why? Her mind feels like it should know why she feels things the way she does, the reasons behind her personality. Without the ability to even remember her own birth, the way she acts is, truthfully, a bizarre normality for herself.

This hug is distracting. Is that relief Hiroi feels? Bland, red, serpentine eyes move up to the woman hugging her so tightly. Those words are invasive and that smile is an invitation to disaster. Couldn’t they both have remained socially inept. Well, in a way, they both still are, yeah? Kimitsuki came onto the smaller Danava rather strongly, enough that it could have caused her to fall deeper into herself to keep her troubling thoughts sealed. However, how troublesome. Hiroi is coldblooded and Kimitsuki is warm, too warm. Finding her mind retracting back to the first time they met and their interactions afterwards, Hiroi couldn’t help but feel that this warmth has been slowly taming her since way back then. Wait, does she actually feel like relying on this silly redhead? Reptiles aren’t supposed to be capable of such things, and yet, how troublesome. Soft, warm, emotional, and ridiculously caring: Kimitsuki is an annoyingly welcome presence.

“I don’t think I am who I am. This is my body, but sometimes it feels more like clothing than skin, as if, one day, I’ll wake up and I’ll be something else and not Hiroi. No memories of my birth nor of the time onwards. All I can recall is a forest and then.., you.”

The pitter patter is back in the back of her mind. It’s the strongest it’s ever been, and Hiroi could feel herself slipping from reality as if she’s truly about to leave her body right there and now. She’s hungry but not for any physical substance. She hungers for the thoughts that she knows she should be there but are not. How frustrating, but maybe, right now, if she focuses, she could grasp something; taste some satisfaction. With her eyes slowly closing, she actually tries to grab hold to the pitter patter in her head. Though, Kimitsuki, despite her desire to help, did prove a bit of a distraction. Being warm and soft is a bit problematic because of the situation.

Still, Hiroi could hear the noise in her head and, in her attempt to focus on it, felt different. Suddenly, she’s a little girl with white hair running along the forest floor, carrying fruit and meat. Her destination is the same as always, but as she ran, she could feel a disturbing and familiar presence. It was sudden, but then, there was an opening in the forest, and there, lying down, something that seemed to pluck at the borders of reality itself; a black maleficent presence that looked like a grotesque eldritch abomination of a dragon and a snake. Its maw opened revealing rows and rows of sharp razor-like teeth that seemed to crowd its mouth in a near-impossible fashion. And then, its eye opened, a single, red, serpentine eye floating in a black abyss.

‘Hiroi’

Quickly, Hiroi’s eyes opened as she took a quiet gasp. Her face dove into Kimitsuki’ bosom like a frightened child quivering in the warm Danava’s grasp. That sensation, that feeling… It felt scarily familiar. That creature, that little girl. They both feel so familiar, like a dream and a memory at the same time. She doesn't want to think about it. Thinking about it feels wrong, akin to opening Pandora’s Box. So, she hid herself into Kimitsuki as if it’d protect her from the things in her own head. Yet, now that she’s seen it, escape feels virtually impossible.