Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Vincent opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling blankly. As he blinks, he realizes that tears have started rolling down his face. He does not bother to wipe them off. Instead, he carefully burns the images into his mind.
He knows that this vision may not be accurate, but he believes that this is something important. He believes that this is something he can't afford to forget.
After a few minutes, sensation and thought return to his body and mind. He sits himself up slowly, making sure not to push himself too quickly. At a glance, he recognizes the place.
He seems to be back at his room in Hakugyokurou. As he waits for his head to clear up, he rubs the fabric of his futon absent-mindedly. Somehow, this place feels safe and familiar.
Turning his head from side to side, Vincent scans the room. His belongings are stacked at the corner. All of his weapons seem to there. He sighs in relief. It wasn't a question of safety. Simply put, he just feels naked without them. Carrying these holy tools is second nature to him.
"Must have passed out again," he mutters aloud. One of the others must have found him unconscious and carried him back here.
Vincent turns his head toward the door. He can hear someone approaching his room. The footsteps steadily get louder.
[ ] "Yuyuko?"
[ ] "Youmu?"
[ ] "Komachi?"
[ ] "Chen?"
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