♞!pawns of ;*MARCH (march hare)
He heard him the first time. That’s what Reim wanted to tell the other, but he bit his tongue. If it really was ‘Wonderland’ as the boy said then…he must have dozed off at his desk. It was merely a realistic dream he was stuck in and couldn’t wake from. He couldn’t be in the Abyss, right? ..he wasn’t an illegal contractor, so there was no way he’d get dragged down. Unless something happened and he’d lost his memory too. What a horror that would be….
Suddenly, the boy was closer to him than Reim would have considered comfortable for a stranger and took a short step backwards, narrowing his eyes. Carefully, he took a small glance around him where the younger male was pointing. He hadn’t even considered asking anyone around him for help — but maybe that was because these people didn’t have any presence. Perhaps they weren’t even people at all, like he was saying. Illusions? Or something — "Regrets? ..may I ask what these Regrets are? ..and why shouldn’t I look back?" The boys words sent chills down his spine. They were too ominous for his liking.
Regrets.
..Reim didn’t want to admit it but he had more than enough regrets..
"I can assure you, I wouldn’t forget my own name. It would take quite a large blow to the head for me to forget something like that. ..I’m not a fighter like Gilbert or Master Rufus but I’m sturdy enough on my own." He didn’t learn all that sword-play for nothing. Suddenly, he twitched with annoyance, “M-my name is not strange! If you must know, its meaning is ‘will of the little moon’. It’s quite a heavy meaning for someone such as I and I bear it proudly." Reim huffed, crossing his arms defensively.
As his ‘host’ began to walk away, Reim looked around nervously before beginning to follow after him, adjusting his coat. Though no one was looking at him, he felt like there were eyes on him. He was told not to turn around, and he wouldn’t but he couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling of the stares. That was until the boy said his name causing the Pandora worker to stop in his tracks, eyes wide.
"…..you can’t….be serious….."
There was just no way. It was impossible.
This boy….was the March Hare?
Geez, this guy really was a handful.
He stopped to gaze at the other, blinking once and pausing to think, before opening his mouth. "Regrets are regrets. They're created from humans' regrets, mostly because humans tend to cling to their past." He spoke with little emotion, almost as if he's told the same story over and over again and became bored of it. "They hang around people with no purpose, like you." With a tiny shrug of the shoulders, the March Hare shifted his weight to his side, resting his hand on his hip bone. It was obvious the other was a little shaken by his words. Good. "Well, last time someone 'looked back', the regrets tried to kill that person." Reim didn't need to know that "person" was actually the 89th Alice, and the regrets were more prone to violent acts against Alice specifically. "That's why."
As the other protested to forgetting his own name, Mitsuki couldn't help but laugh a little under his breath. No one wants to forget their name; it's something that happens against your will. You can never account for things like that. "It can still happen, you know. I didn't exactly plan on forgetting mine." A bitter taste filled his mouth; he didn't want to think about those days anymore. He silenced himself and turned away slightly, frowning and rubbing his arm -- anything to show he didn't want to talk about it.
"Gilbert? Rufus?" The March Hare furrowed his brows, but didn't really care enough about those two names to prod further. What was more interesting was the next part: "So you can fight? That's a pretty useless skill here." He paused, scratching his cheek. "Unless, I guess, you know when to fight." When the others' tone switched to annoyance, however, Mitsuki grinned; it was kind of amusing how easily flustered the guy got. "I was only kidding, geez." He rested his hands on his hip, and gave a warm smile. "Your name is your name. You should be proud of it." The rabbit-eared boy paused, temporarily glancing to the side before continuing with a more placid look: "Though, it's still a pretty unusual name, at least around these parts. You're really not from around here, are you?"
The words that came out of the other's mouth stopped the March Hare in his tracks. He turned to face the other, "Huh?" He didn't get it one bit; "What's with that face?" Blinking slowly, his former aura of childishness and distance change to that of a solemn curiosity. This Reim character was becoming more and more interesting – why did he react so strongly to hearing his true name? "I'm not lying. I'm the March Hare. That's the name I was given; my role in the game to kill the White Rabbit." He didn't say anything too absurd, did he? The whole ordeal was a little perplexing, to say the least. But the utter shock in Reim's face -- it was almost painful to look at. "Why is that so weird to you?"













