#*amnesiac!au

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"Kaito!"

             “Toru!“ happy amnesiac noises, clearly. There’s his good friend Toru. Yeah. That’s him riiiiiiiiight there.

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"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.

Your muse finds my muse bruised, bloodied, and shaking while crying. Send me your muses reaction.

              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."

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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.))

            BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! IT IS NOW--!

                A quick hand slammed the alarm clock harshly, effectively silencing the damned thing. Green-gold hues narrowed at the time before groaning: 7:00 it read.

               Ugh... Damn alarm clock... Should've turned it off last night... There was no point in mulling over it, as the body of Yutaka Kaito rose with a yawn. Today was soccer day after all, which meant playing with some of the older kids as well. They were really cool with playing altogether. And that was perfectly fine...

               Especially seeing as he was going to be moving to Tokyo, evident by the empty room that plagued his eyesight. Kaito fought tooth and nail about it, but his mother and father had already finished everything. They even gave away his loyal companion to another family to take care of, promising to get him another dog when they moved in.

               Hazel eyes fell to the floor, the weight of leaving everything he loved here in Kyoto really did a number...

               "...I guess it'll be today then. I'll say goodbye to everyone after the game. Yatsuhiko was going to play with his friend from school, so it wouldn't be that bad of a day," he had to tell himself, dressing himself and pocketing his cellphone before heading out.

               It wasn't that far away from his old house to the park, already grinning at the brunet that was waving to him with light green eyes: it was Yatsuhiko's friend from school, Kuramochi Daichi. He also played soccer as well, but today he seemed to be sitting on the sidelines.

               "Daichi!" Kaito chimed, waving his hand in the air before running over to the highschooler, "You aren't playing today? That sure isn't you."

               "Yatsuhiko is having quite a bit of fun out there," the brunet laughed, the bag in his hands was raised to the teen, "And I know what today is after all, Kaito-san."

               "..." silence was what came to Kaito, as he looked inside the bag, an FMD and controller were in there, with a CD on top of that, "W-Wait! Isn't this--!"

               Daichi laughed just a little bit, "I don't play that much anymore, and its a pretty fun game. I didn't think of another gift to give you other than my copy of the game."

               Kaito's face practically gleamed with such bright cheer, that he hugged his friend and exclaimed, "THANK YOU SO MUCH DAI! I PROMISE I'LL TAKE GREAT CARE OF IT!"

               "You better! I had to spend a lot to get the stuff as is!"

               It was by Yatsuhiko's call that the two would run onto the field, playing with laughter, even when it would end hours later with small tears and promises of meeting again. Or visiting. Kaito was too saddened to note anything else. He gripped the back close to him, as he would walk back home, where his parents were loading the last of their possessions.

               "Get your bag Kaito, we are leaving now," his father spoke, smiling just enough to sicken the teen.

               "Got it," he entered into the room and grabbed the last of his possessions, and returned quickly to load it in the back, holding the gift still in his hands.

               With them all in their seats, belted in, the ride began. It was a dismal one for the fourteen year old, heaving a breath out onto the clear window. A moment seemed to flash in his eyes, a blinding light from a car in the darkness of night blared straight at them all.

               Wh...?

               And blackness took everything, body limp in the seat.

        "Breaking News from the Kansai Region.             An accident has been reported on the Tokaido Road,             a small car has been demolished by what seemed to be             a truck, given the remains of this smoldering ash of metal.

          From what we have just heard from our sister station, a family             of three was traveling towards Tokyo, and had been hit at             the side. Two of the three in that vehicle have been             pronounced dead upon being admitted to the hospital, the             other remaining male is in grave condition. The hospital has            yet to give word on his status, and if he will recover.

                                                     Tune in for more details."

               And within the white room of 224, beeping sounds could be heard in the closed, sterile room, where a teenager lied. Unconscious with bandages around his head and arms. One day, they would be gone, the lost hair would have been grown out back to its normal length...

               But his waking mind had fallen, eyes covered by the only gift that was left with him by his friend: a cracked FMD and controller, used once before to save the world. Would it save him? How no one knew that answer, not even the mind itself that burned and flared to life in tattered garments.

               Its glowing golden-green hues opened to see a smiling woman, her hand resting on his head and with such kind eyes, her words softer than the breeze that would rustle the flowering blooms ever so slightly. There was nothing in his mind, no name, no purpose.

                                  Azure Flame God Program

                                                 "Kite"

                               Ensure the safety of [The World].

                                          My dear Knight.

               It was all "Kite" needed, his head nodding before vanishing in the blue fires and into [The World] as a whole.

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((Kuramochi Daichi is this Kite's name, any Kite could still interact in the Amnesiac!AU.))

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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."

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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/???}

LEGAL NAME:  Yutaka Kaito ETHNICITY: Japanese DATE OF BIRTH: July 17th GENDER | SPECIES: Male PLACE OF BIRTH: Kyoto, Japan

EDUCATION: Reports show up to middle school education, but the patient seems to have forgotten quite a lot of it.

CRIMINAL RECORD: None

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: None | None | None LIKE[S]:  He seems to like the game, it is the only thing we have to help him. DISLIKE[S]: Sudden loud noises and people from what we can note right now. We must do our tests while he is within the game in order to not allow patient to lash out. FEAR[S]: Shows signs of eremophobia, and lygophobia.

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: Light Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel

HEIGHT: 5' 2" WEIGHT: 136 lbs TATTOOS: None

PIERCINGS: Ears, single pierce in each ear lobe. Had to remove earrings upon his entry into the hospital

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]:  None PARENT[S]: BOTH DEAD UPON ENTRY INTO THE HOSPITAL CHILDREN: None PETS[S]: One dog, unable to locate said creature. Unsure if it is alive

{ N O T E S }

          "This patient seems to not at all be responsive upon the first two weeks of being here. We have had no communication coming out of him, no sound and still no recollection when we would show images of his parents. However, upon seeing his interest with the broken FMD and controller, it came as a consensus to let him play it to return him further from oblivion.

            We are still unsure if this was the best idea, the patient shows signs of increased brain activity upon playing the game. However, damage done from within the game seems to show through convulsions. This patient seems to not use the controller as often, which is quite surprising. We will observe his actions in the game to find a way to wake him.

            ...There is some way to return Yukata-san's mind back to the Real World. However, we are uncertain how we will be able to contact those he has contact with. But, we all must have hope..."

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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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Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

  ((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.

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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."