"Kaito!"
“Toru!“ happy amnesiac noises, clearly. There’s his good friend Toru. Yeah. That’s him riiiiiiiiight there.
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"Kaito!"
“Toru!“ happy amnesiac noises, clearly. There’s his good friend Toru. Yeah. That’s him riiiiiiiiight there.
"Azure?" Setta tentatively took a step forward, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He was worried for his friend, scared. He slowly knelt down in front of him, carefully placing both hands on the AIs shoulders. "Who did this to you? I promise you'll be okay." He looked him straight in the eye, brimming with determination.
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This was hardly to be expected, but the "AI" wasn't feeling much of himself anyways. Coupled with strange lapses of disconnection and the looming feeling of something wrong, it had distracted him from a battle, which left him in this state. The tears? He hadn't know why there were sch things. But he couldn't help but feel at a loss.
Something was wrong with him. And the AI didn't know what it was and why.
“'M f...ne..." his voice came out, rasped yet slightly clear. Almost normal with broken, fragmented word, before reverting back into the AI speech, "J...st need to return to the coffin."
A Spark in the Azure Realm || Drabble {Amnesiac!AU}
((It's basically a long fanfic. aka: a backstory for the Amnesiac!AU.))
((Author notes are at the bottom to explain some things.))
Forgotten Coffee || Masato and Kaito {Amnesiac!AU}
Ever since being admitted out of that white room, the poor amnesiac was torn. The surreal atmosphere and bustling streets were enough to shock the poor boy back into remission... But Aura would be sad. And so would his caretaker, the Descendant of Fianna.
And, this was his very first time actually walking around on his own. Not the smartest of ideas, but there was a good reason. A smell caught his attention. Warm, and rather nice... There was no description for it other than to learn it.
Which led him to a coffee shop, where there are some people sitting about on computers or serving warm or cold drinks... He was given a wallet with some money. But, what to get? How does one do a purchase? The amnesiac was without a clue how to do it. The man with the glasses seemed to be knowledgeable enough.
"Ah..." he rasped for a moment before trying to collect his words together, tugging lightly on the green apron, "Ex...use... me... S...r."
An Amnesiac's Truth
A folder seemed to be marked heavily with a scrawled hand, rushed as it seemed to transcribe the patient within the isolated room...
{Do you open it?}
{Y/N/???}
Visiting Hours || Amnesiac!AU {OPEN}
Beep beep...
Beep beep...
Beep beep...
Once more, the FMD fell off the man's face, landing softly on his lap. It has been happening for quite some time, but the "AI" had gotten used to labeling the Real World be was really a part of. His hazel hues would open to white, and the outlines of objects would appear. It even took some getting used to, but he was teaching himself how to walk.
Of course, when the people in white found out, that ended up with him being back in the bed, muttering how he was over-straining himself.
But, the amnesiac wanted to see just what this place is. Why this revelation would rip apart all he knew into nothing more but a lie... And what he really is. Who he really is.
Yet, before the teen could dare to move himself, the door opened and what seemed to be a person was right there. A small frown was on his face as he croaked out, "...He...llo?"
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((Used Amnesiac, because that way he can actually feel pain and what not. Do read here for more info on the Amnesic!AU.))
It hurt… Why did the book cut him? It had no edges. No sharp steel to break the flesh. Sure, his mind had been without a memory of himself, but his bond with the original data was still there. Even when it was not as it seemed. Poor Ba-…No. Tomokazu. He had to explain what happened to Kaito and update him on what was wrong with his brother within [The World].
The amnesiac noticed that his brother had seen the blood that dripped from his cut, pulling a band aid out and unwrapping it. And when it was wrapped up, he kissed it ever so lightly.
“Eh?” the raspy breath came out in it’s own question, confused by what was done, as well as why his eyes leaked water.
No Named AI (?) || Amnesia!AU
The drips and beeps were all he could hear now, as the nurse removed the FMD from over his eyes. She couldn't help but feel pity for the young man, having been in here for a year and still without his memories. After he could only recall a game, they gave him the system and the controller, and it later turned into him constantly within that world.
He was showing some signs of life, but the child could not recall his own name, his own face, nothing. It was a brutal accident that robbed him of his memories, a blow to the head that left him unconscious. Yet, here was he, the heart monitor beeped in approval that the child was alive.
"Doctor, should we contact someone the patient knows from that world? Maybe this can be of some use to us, and get him into recovery..." the nurse asked as she stared at the man with the glasses, who wrote some note with a hum of approval.
A click of his pen came first before he answered, "We will need CCCorp's approval before doing so. I will call them and explain the situation. Has he gained any improvement?"
The woman shook her head, "No. He mentions Aura when he is offline, but the name Balmung has also left as well. I am still wondering what this could all mean Doctor."
"Let's call and explain the situation," the doctor ordered, as they both leaved the sleeping man alone, the numbers were called to the very company itself.
"I request information for one of my patients in my care. An amnesiac. We would like contact information to Balmung."