But not since he'd heard that voice in the beginning and met a few people had he felt any real proper... feeling of home? Oneness? Even meeting people wasn't exactly the most fulfilling, even if he was happy. It wasn't the same as when they voice spoke, so true and prominent. This was all different, even if it fulfilled the goal he had with taking that action, it wasn't the same. It didn't feel him with the same completed feeling that he had when told what he'd been told. Was it his own voice he'd heard or something else? It had spoken of the legacy and all of them, even if there was only the one he was suited for. What had that all meant if he was the only one? Because, why did the others matter if they'd never come up, why mention it to himself?
...pondering it wasn't giving him any answers either.
Aki huffed slightly, sighing as he thumped his tail against the concrete he'd taken a seat on outside of the school as he stared ahead. It didn't make sense and he'd made no progress on any of it even with having days to muse over it. None of it really seemed to fit into place, nor did it seem to hold significance. But at the only thing clear in his mind since he woke up... it mattered. He wanted to know.
Wasn't it a large part of his life if it was the only thing he hadn't forgotten. He'd existed before right? Hadn't he met someone who knew him? So he had to have been something or someone at some point, before that voice.
It had said his memories said he was meant for the duty of protecting. So he had memories at one point. He slumped a a bit staring off again as students went by. But he didn't have any of them now, nor an answer as to why. Which... wasn't helping.
Another sigh as Aki shook his head, sitting up a bit straighter again and scanning the area, and then his eyes stopped on a figure wandering by, tracing it along as it went. There was... something odd about them. Familiar. The boil instilled an odd sense of deja vu as he felt himself leaning forward further, studying him. He felt... close. Like a part of him, but not. Like the voice? No, it wasn't the same, but similar. He moved at that point, shifting to scramble forward toward him, a bit too eager so the first few steps were more of an awkward four legged movement until he recalled he should be walking on two legs. He didn't bother calling out, but likely the rattling of the chains on him was enough to draw attention as he moved toward the fellow boil, eyes locked on him curiously.
Who was that? Why... why did he feel like he should know him, that he was part of something he should recall?
Nerpin
Hey... hey Ashton, he sees you. OvO
