sm_monthly May 20 theme
I really want to write a sequel to this one now. This is one that deserves a sequel and I have it partially written already. Edit: Here we go, sequel.
Title: Amnesia
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Crack--Looking glass
Genre: Drama, General
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
Who am I? While I’m at it, where am I?
How did I get to these woods? Why is my memory so foggy?
“Hello? Is anyone here?”
There was no answer but the chirp of a bird.
She searched through her back pocket and pulled out a wallet to flip through.
“Why the hell don’t I carry id?!” All she had was some loose change. Yen. I’m in Japan. I’m speaking Japanese. I am Japanese.
“Who am I?”
The sound of her voice was cutting in the quiet and made her feel crazy. My clothes are torn, but good quality. I must go to a good high school. High school? Probably. The sun’s setting. That way is west. I should go east northeast. I hope I’m not wrong and there’s a town fifteen minutes west of here.
My hands feel calloused, she noted, rubbing her fingers over her hands. She moved her feet around in her shoes. My feet don’t feel soft either. And my shoes are sensible.
It was a new moon, but the stars were stunningly bright. I’ve never seen this many stars before. I can’t even make out the constellations for the stars. I must be very far from Tokyo.
Other than her wallet, her pocket produced only a dinky red-tipped wand. She couldn’t remember its purpose, but she stuck it back in her skirt rather than tossing it away. She must be carrying it for some reason.
She found one other thing in the other pocket, a tiny makeup compact mostly made up of mirror. She studied the stubborn chin and hard dark eyes of a face she had never seen before, before putting it away.
I need a name, she thought to the stars. This being no one is annoying. I’d rather be someone until I know who I really am. I’ll just make something up.
“Morino Hokuto.” It sounded solid, usable. Good.
The going was easy. The hills were rolling and the shrubbery was low. Mostly there were just dead leaves. Hokuto scanned the land from the crest of each hill. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t seeing new stars over the horizon but the lights of a village on a hill.
Finally, she thought, thought it was over an hour before she reached the castle. Hokuto’s temper was growing short, but she calmed her impatience with the knowledge this could take a long while no matter what she or anyone else did.
The gates were standing open when the girl arrived. Some touristy feudal castle. They’ll have maps, so then I’ll know the way back to Tokyo (I think I’m from Tokyo, that’s where my accent’s from) or at least to the nearest bus line.
Just inside the gate was a woman in formal European dress, rather than an archaic kimono like Hokuto had expected. She looked at Hokuto in confusion, then sudden comprehension and curtsied deeply.
“We’ve been expecting you, Princess Mars. We express the deepest regret about the terrorist attack on your shuttle and are concerned only for your safety. We are doing everything in our power to apprehend the rogue faction responsible. Are Prince Endymion and Lord Jadeite not with you? They’re still out there?”
Hokuto’s mouth had opened in an “o” of surprise and stayed that way. Princess? Prince? Just what kind of movie set had she stumbled onto?
Title: Amnesia
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Crack--Looking glass
Genre: Drama, General
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13
Who am I? While I’m at it, where am I?
How did I get to these woods? Why is my memory so foggy?
“Hello? Is anyone here?”
There was no answer but the chirp of a bird.
She searched through her back pocket and pulled out a wallet to flip through.
“Why the hell don’t I carry id?!” All she had was some loose change. Yen. I’m in Japan. I’m speaking Japanese. I am Japanese.
“Who am I?”
The sound of her voice was cutting in the quiet and made her feel crazy. My clothes are torn, but good quality. I must go to a good high school. High school? Probably. The sun’s setting. That way is west. I should go east northeast. I hope I’m not wrong and there’s a town fifteen minutes west of here.
My hands feel calloused, she noted, rubbing her fingers over her hands. She moved her feet around in her shoes. My feet don’t feel soft either. And my shoes are sensible.
It was a new moon, but the stars were stunningly bright. I’ve never seen this many stars before. I can’t even make out the constellations for the stars. I must be very far from Tokyo.
Other than her wallet, her pocket produced only a dinky red-tipped wand. She couldn’t remember its purpose, but she stuck it back in her skirt rather than tossing it away. She must be carrying it for some reason.
She found one other thing in the other pocket, a tiny makeup compact mostly made up of mirror. She studied the stubborn chin and hard dark eyes of a face she had never seen before, before putting it away.
I need a name, she thought to the stars. This being no one is annoying. I’d rather be someone until I know who I really am. I’ll just make something up.
“Morino Hokuto.” It sounded solid, usable. Good.
The going was easy. The hills were rolling and the shrubbery was low. Mostly there were just dead leaves. Hokuto scanned the land from the crest of each hill. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t seeing new stars over the horizon but the lights of a village on a hill.
Finally, she thought, thought it was over an hour before she reached the castle. Hokuto’s temper was growing short, but she calmed her impatience with the knowledge this could take a long while no matter what she or anyone else did.
The gates were standing open when the girl arrived. Some touristy feudal castle. They’ll have maps, so then I’ll know the way back to Tokyo (I think I’m from Tokyo, that’s where my accent’s from) or at least to the nearest bus line.
Just inside the gate was a woman in formal European dress, rather than an archaic kimono like Hokuto had expected. She looked at Hokuto in confusion, then sudden comprehension and curtsied deeply.
“We’ve been expecting you, Princess Mars. We express the deepest regret about the terrorist attack on your shuttle and are concerned only for your safety. We are doing everything in our power to apprehend the rogue faction responsible. Are Prince Endymion and Lord Jadeite not with you? They’re still out there?”
Hokuto’s mouth had opened in an “o” of surprise and stayed that way. Princess? Prince? Just what kind of movie set had she stumbled onto?