Okay, I don't know how to explain this one, but let me try anyway--
I RPed Touya in the RP group BFM for 2 years. Due to personal issues and writer's block, though, the muse ended up vanishing, and as a consequence, I ended up abandoning the group... which is a sad thing, because not only I loved to RP with a lot of people in there, but I had grown very attached to my messed up ball of angst that was Touya!!
A little before he left, he was in a plot where he had his memories wiped? And it was good, because he was really traumatized and messed up before, and
I was just watching this TV series when I realized I had this muse, a little bit. So, I wrote a little drabble to try and find out how the hell he had been while he was away and what happened to him.
This is what I got.
It's short, and he's gone again, but idk I like that I have an idea of what happened to that muse now, and since so many of my followers here knew him, I thought it would be a good idea to post it.
It seemed like such an obvious conclusion to get. Such a simple, clear thing, but it had been so difficult for him to actually get there.
In the past years, Touya had lost everything.He lost it all, again and again. He reached a place he had never wanted, where he was envied and where everybody seemed to think that he had everything he could ever want, and it all fell apart, over and over again.
He still doesn't know what happened since his last actual memory - before he even left for his journey. What he knows is that, somehow, he's called a hero. Somehow, he's lost everything. Somehow, everything has changed.
He adjusted the bag over his shoulders, his Samurott standing next to him. Miyamoto. He was still getting used to his supposed Pokemon's names, and he was still trying to learn their personality, but they had proven themselves good companions. He could get used to them.
It's been months since he last saw Nuvema Town, and anyone he knew or had supposedly known. He doesn't know where he is now, staying in touch with his mother only with brief calls and messages.
Touya doesn't know who he is, and the lack of certainty haunts him everyday, but at the same time, he can't help a certain relief. A bit of happiness. He never got to go out on his journey - not to his recollection, anyway, and here he is, the trainer of a group of powerful Pokemon, in a region he doesn't know. He's exploring the world. It's not the way he wanted things to go, but for once, he's began to feel that he's not doing something as insane as he first thought.
He's alone, and he's grown used to it.
If he keeps traveling, maybe he'll find out who he is, or maybe he'll emerge someone else entirely.
However, that doesn't seem to matter. One way or another, he'll become someone better, bigger, more of himself than he was when he left. If he keeps fighting, he'll become himself - no matter who that is.
Priorities are interesting things, that change very easily. This was definitely nothing like what he had dreamed of doing, but it seemed like it was nice, anyway. It seemed like a good thing to do.
Patting Miyamoto's side, he starts walking, humming to himself as the sound of his feet hitting the road and of the Pokemon walking next to him and the wild ones that populate the area fill the air, and drown out memories and the confused, broken self in a forgotten corner of his mind.
He feels at peace, and he'll never know how rare that was.
