Clear Water Revival (Andrew)

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira was having a relatively good day. She was enjoying her time spent here, furthermore enjoying the fact of how she was torturing her fiancé with her ‘no touch’ rule. Yeah, it’s a long story. In any case, today was another hot, beautiful day and Reira, already tanned from her trip to Venice, was getting even more tanned as she sat under a tree on the school grounds. The girl had scarcely anything on…only a pretty blue tank top that showed her midsection, and some black short shorts. Her brown hair was in a pony tail and she had a pair of aviators to protect her eyes. Mmhmm, that was it.

Reira had no problem showing some skin every now and then. Hell, the girl lived in Alaska for a year or two, you had to allow her some luxuries. Being here in Cali, was definitely one of them. Now if only she would allow herself to hurry up and forgive Matrim, then she’d be perfectly content. Of course, that wouldn’t happen anytime soon, but she was totally fine with that for the time being. Her glossed lips in a happy little smile, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

I could get used to this. I’m hoping to meet some new people too…forget about all the bad things that happened back at Point Hope and Paragon…start fresh.

As she lost herself in her thoughts, she slowly began to lose herself to slumber. Which was fine really, but if she got sunburnt she had no one else to blame but herself. The warmth of the sun lulling her to into further sleep, she failed to notice the person approaching her. Little did she know, it would be a very, very familiar face.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew looked down at his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes. His eyes traveled up the clocktower, a massive structure of steel, a testamount to resilience, the destruction of this monument seeming to be a ritual for school tough guys, yet whenever the weekend was over and students came back to school, there it stood. His entire purpose for watching this clock was tied to the look of irritation on his face. His glasses gaurded the Violet eyes, his dress shirt striped vertially, his deep blue jeans giving him a rather unwelcome feeling of nostalgia. It reminded him of so many months before, of his rather short time spent with a female whose presence he had begun to slowly resent. Mitsuki Park, the former love of his life. He had heard nothing from her for months, and truthfully, his heart didnt feel a thing because of it.

He had grown tired of wanting her. And therefore, killed her in his own mind.

Andrew Black was once again a free man.

Anyway, back to the reason of irritation.

He had been called by an associate of his who had stated he would bring a list of information regarding every power player within the school to him- Andrew wanted to see if they had any enemies outside the school, someone powerful enough to sneak into the school and right a warning on the walls in human blood. Of course, the guy wasnt showing, and Andrew was used to people being on time. He looked down at his watch again, then turned, walking back towards a side door that led straight to his locker, his cell phone being inside his backpack.

As one foot planted intself in front of the other, as the methocial tapping of his feet rang in his ears, his head turned, looking over his shoulder to glance at the kids who had come out to enjoy the sunshine. Of course, this caused him to completely miss seeing the female laying on the ground in front of him, and in an act that was utterly unlike the Assassin, he fell, his foot catching on her legs at the hips and causing him to pitch forward into the grass. He stuck out his hands, catching himself and rolling, his glasses flying askey from his face as he turned, looking at the girl without fully realizing he wasnt wearing any protective eyeware.

Something seemed rather familiar about-

A sudden pain crashed his brain as a flashback hit him. A rooftop, his lips and hers....Then some woods, a blade at his neck...

During this time of mental stress, a smile would cross Andrews face.

"Hello Kira...Long time no-"

Andrew's hands went to his head "Ugh..." He shook it, clearing the loud buzzing noise before taking a deep breath, looking back up at the girl before frowning. He looked at his glasses, scooping them up and placing them smoothely on his face. He stared at the girl without speaking, waiting for some sort of apology so he could be on his way.

[Reira DeMorvick]

The brunette was in that odd stage of sleep. The stage where one was still aware of her surroundings but at the same time is fully consumed by the dream world the brain created. This dream was strange. There was a figure. She knew this figure, but she couldn’t attach a name to him. She was meant to forget, but she did not want to forget. The crimson cloak, so familiar, yet so far away. Who was he? She was so close now, almost touching his long hair…BAM!

Reira was startled out of her momentary slumber. It was definitely a shocker. Whomever tripped over her hips, must’ve fell hard, for she was a little sore from their feet scrapping up against her. Immediately sitting up, she pushed the person’s legs off of her and placed her back against the tree. She wasn’t scared really, more surprised. She watched at the guy rolled, losing his sunglasses as he did so.

Her heart stopped when she saw those eyes. When that cold voice spoke, she felt her knees slowly begin to give out, her body sliding back down to the ground. She knew who this was. Never in her life did she want to see his face again. Why now? Why? This guy put her through hell. He was the only one to make her feel such fear. Only him. Only Andrew…for he was the one person who could bring out the absolute worst in her. That in itself, frightened her.

What did he call me…Kira? Who’s--

“Andrew Black,” she said, finally besting her emotions. “Never thought I’d see you here…” If his eyes and voice wasn’t enough proof, she had to see the scar just to make sure. Approaching him on a whim, she placed her hands on his shirt, and began slowly unbuttoning it. She was shaking. It was the permanent effect her had on her. Finally at the last button, she placed her fingers on his chest and brushed away the shirt. There, was the scar. It really was him.

“Holy shit…”

She then looked at him, with confused, cerulean eyes.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews eyebrows twitched. There was an overly obvious familiarity between him and this female, an uncoscious feeling of recognition deep within his mind, a part of his memories shrouded in blackness. He watched without much expression as the brunette fell back to her knees, stating his name. Now his alarm escelated. How did she know who he was? He never gave out his name- even the school records had little identification for him. He watched, waiting, the strange, distant, deeply rooted fear poruing out from her eyes as she gazed into the reflective lenses placed upon his nose. He watched her stumble to her feet, his voice hesitant as he waited for her to act.

"How do you know my name?"

She walked forward, Andrew's mid immediately digging into that area of his brain that offered self defense, his body not even bothering to move as she reached for his neck. Once those hands clasped to his skin he would break her- hard, fast. But they never touched him. Instead, she began unbuttoning his shirt. He didnt loo down, he simply stared curiously into her face as she popped the last button. He neither cared enough to stop her, nor felt the need. She lifted his shirt, a sharp inhale coming from her as she did so, the words from her mouth only further confusing the youth. What did this girl want? A faint memory- meeting her by a tree. He stuffed it away....now was not the time for cleaning out closets within his self made prison.

He rebuttoned up his shirt, then decided to take a small chance in questioning her with a bit of his own curious thoughts.

"I guess the more important question would be how do we know each other?"

He finished with his last button, disregarding the contact he was supposed to meet in light of this rather strange encounter. Was she a former flame of his? Was she a daughter or a relative of someone he killed?

More disturbingly-why was he wearing a mask in his memories of her?

[Reira DeMorvick]

Was this truly happening? Did Andrew Black, the man that had haunted her dreams for so many days, not remember who she was? Hmm, it would explain why he called her Kira. Maybe his memory was faulty. Either way, she knew it was him, there was no mistaking it. She could not deny the evidence. However, knowing that he may not remember her gave her the confidence she needed to cease the fear he brought upon her. She felt a little too close to him at the moment, and took a few steps back before answering his questions.

“You don’t remember me, do you? I’m Reira. Does that not spark anything in your memory?”

Speaking of memories, the name Kira sent a strange feeling throughout her body. She didn’t think she knew of a Kira but she felt attached to the name somehow. Weird. Weirder still was the inability for her to remember the time she spent with him clearly. She remembered their first meeting, the time she held a knife to his throat, and then being introduced to Movement’s secret base…she also remembered some of their training sessions, but there were blanks in her memory. A lot of them. Something wasn’t right. Why couldn’t she remember?

Reira was starting to get a little freaked out now.

“You’re Andrew Black, the Conscious. You drugged me with an aphrodisiac. Shit happened. Then you introduced me to Movement, trained me, and then..then..”

Too many blanks. There were bits and pieces, but never the whole. Odd, this had never happened to her before. That, or she had never took the time to actually think about what really happened between her and Andrew. It was a vast mystery to her.

“What was I to you?”

[Tyr Odinson]

A facade of celebrated memories, a forgotten past, a blank spot on the page of Andrew Blacks history- all these left the young assassin in a slightly shocked state. Her name caused his mind to throb, but at least the flashbacks halted. She spoke of things he knew nothing of, and his face only scrunched up slightly as he looked toward the ground, placing a hand to his head. What the hell was going on? Now he was worried. He tried to think back- back to the time after Mitsuki's death....An entire three months of his life was gone, completely wiped from his memory. He fell to his knee's as a loud sound, like white noise, hit his mind, mixed with a high pitched noise he couldnt target.

His eyes came up to hers, the glasses blocking his veiw as small dots of sweat beaded his forhead.

'Who the hell-'

The noise crashed into his brain, causing him to rush to his feet and stumble back into a wall. It ceased again, this time, with a full blown memory, this time, a tingle coming over his body, a part of his mind snaking out across his brain, slowly- a part that, with it, brought power.

His memory?

This female...Her hair down around his face, on top of him, his shoulders bare, her shoulders bare...Her lips touching his, a gasp, a moan from her lips-

The door slammed in his mind with a thud, Andrew giving an audible flinch as the memory flittered, the tingle of her lips pressing against his causing him to touch them with shaking fingers. He moved away from the wall, sideways, looking at her with wide eyes, though she would only see the shocked and intimidated look on his face.

"I...I don't know you and your messing with my mind...somehow...I...just stay away." Andrew would begin backing away, turning and walking away. Not ten steps would be taken before he stopped. He'd half turn back to her. He didnt want to be near her but...he felt drawn. He wanted...wanted to talk with her, not because of that feeling but because of his lack of knowledge. She knew something...something about him. He wanted...no, he needed to know how she knew him. He looked around, his sweat gone. His contact wasnt showing up. He turned back to her.

"On...on second though...we need to talk." He'd motion for her to follow him, leading her through the math hall and into and empty classrom, shutting and locking the door, then pulling down the blinds. He'd turn around and stare at her, reaching up slowly, hesitantly, and removing the ever-present shades from his violet eyes.

" What do you know of me? Or knew of me?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

He really had no memory of her. Reira was bewildered. The Conscious, the man that used to be so impervious in her mind was nothing more but a frightened boy in front of her now. Brow furrowing, she studied his facial expression. What happened to you Andrew? This isn’t you. You’re so much more then this. She was just as confused as he was and when he fell to his knees in apparent pain, she realized she didn’t have to be afraid of him anymore…there was nothing there to be afraid of. Now, what really frightened her was the fact that she had blanks in her memory. That was just fucked up.

Watching as he struggled on the ground, she took a few steps back to give him room to do so. Normally she would be helping a person, be concerned for them, if they were looking at her the way he did now…with beads of sweat on his forehead. But such was not the case with Andrew. Even though there was many blanks in her memory of him, she still remembered all the hate she harboured for him. All the things that was caused by him. So Reira merely stared, confusion once again ridden on her face. Needless to say, he was a big chapter in her life that never fully ended, because here they were now.

The girl was startled when Andrew abruptly shot up from the ground and leaned heavily against a wall. Call it left over instincts from when he trained her so harshly, where every wrong move could’ve meant death. Yes, he trained her well, she owed him at least that. The boy looked to be in a world of his own, as he touched his lips and stared at nothing in particular. What was he thinking? Reira took another step back.

“How am I messing with your mind? If anything you’re messing with me! How can you not remember?! You’re just trying to fuck around with me again, aren’t you. Heh. Just try to do it again, I dare you,” she seethed.

She got no answer. Instead she began to walk away. Good. Perhaps now she could finally end this chapter…but…something didn’t feel right. This chapter couldn’t end. There was more to do, something was supposed to happen. Isn’t it odd that neither of them can fully remember each other? Something was up and when he mentioned them needing to talk, she couldn’t help but agree. With a cold look on her face, she followed him into an empty classroom. There, they were completely isolated from the world.

Sitting herself on top the teachers desk, Reira crossed her legs and leaned her hands back. The air conditioning felt good on her warm skin.

“When I first met you, you approached me as someone called the Conscience. For the longest time I didn’t know your face, because you always wore the silly mask of yours. I mentioned an aphrodisiac. Yeah, you poisoned me and we started uncontrollably making out in the schools basement,” she said, voice stern. She didn’t like these memories. “Then my boyfriend came and things went down hill from there. You fled and Matrim left me. I broke…and I wanted my revenge and sought you out. So with a blade pressed to your neck we made a deal. You trained me, broke me and made me into part of the person I am now. Hell Andrew, you and I spent a lot of time together at the Movement base back at Point Hope…funny thing is, I can’t remember a lot after that. It’s strange…”

[Tyr Odinson]

He stood in front of her, the thoughtful pose classic of movies regarding the early 1900's tracing his body. A stiff posture, right arm across his stomach, left on his chin covering his mouth. He stared at her, purple eyes piercing the apparent lack of detail to scrounge up a deeper world, a memory within theyre memories. He knew nothing of which she spoke, yet it all sounded so eerily familiar. It was like a movie he hadnt seen in years being replayed before his eyes in the form of the english language. He harbored, unlike her, no ill will, but a strange connection between them could not be denied. Something had happened, something that had wiped away the cognitive pictures of the human synapse known as a memory. He frowned.

"A mask. White, covered my entire head.... I remember it, though i dont remember wearing it." He placed his hands in his pockets. "Someone else wears a mask like that- Scene. He's the leader of Movement, a gang within the school."He scrunched his eyes slightly, trying to recall what she spoke of. "As for us being close or there being any training- i cant say i would ever do that for any reason at all. I guess the only thing i can ask is- Why was i there? At this...Point Hope? What was i doing there, what was my purpose?" He stared at her, his frown deepening. "And why would i rightly give a ruddy fuck about you?"

His words were gentle, subtle, soft, calm, tranquil, peacful- honest. He didnt mean to sound offensive, wasnt putting those words on the table to offend, but in his own mind he could see no reason for his being there. Before she spoke, he'd ask one more question.

"Before you answer those, however, i do want to know the reason for your hating me. What did i do that has caused the reproachful look in your eyes..." It was more a curiosity, a facination with the cold-hearted anger that he had trouble comprehending. It wasnt as if he truly felt bad for how she felt about him- it didnt truly matter. What he did to earn it did, only to sate a hunger for knowledge that the boy had always had. He waited, his eyes not doing the norm, not following the typical male pattern of barbaric lust for the female body. Sure, she was stunning. Sure, she was deserving. But Andrew didnt care enough to even check her out.

He didnt care much about anything these days.

A trait he would soon be rid of.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Andrew seemed to be in quite the state of concentration. He better well be. Like hell would she sit here all merry day and wait for him to understand, let alone be the one to remind him of his past. Still, this was so strange. Here she was, in a room with a man whom she thought she would never see again. Funny. She remembered a conversation her and Matrim had a long time ago in Point Hope. The main topic was about Andrew and how he taught her all her fighting skills…and get this, Reira actually admitted to having a deep respect for Andrew. He changed her, made her stronger, made her a fighter. For that, she was grateful.

The clocked ticked. Reira was beginning to get impatient. If Matrim ever found out that she was in a perfectly sealed room with Andrew Black he’d throw a fit. Needless to say, she became content when he finally spoke. Good boy. He remembered the mask…that detestable, yet loveable mask. Bah, now this was getting even more confusing. Joy.

“Scene? Don’t you mean the Conscience…Last time I heard, he was the leader of Movement, which would make you the leader, since you’re the Conscience. Jesus Andrew, what happened to you? I remember you to be someone of power, of authority, now you’re nothing. You’re capable of so much more, why are you holding back? This isn’t you.”

Okay, so she was really confusing herself now. Why the fuck was she doing this? Was she trying to get the Conscience back? Ugh. Sighing, she blew up some of her bangs. He helped her, so she would at least stick around and at least try to help him. It was odd. The two had a very, very bizarre relationship. Well, at least the two were relatively calm. Hearing his soft tone, she lost her cold stare and reverted to her casual look. Hey, the boy was trying.

“I hate you because you screwed up my life. I lost everything that day…its alright, I got over it…its okay now,” she said, looking away from those alluring purple eyes. “As for why you associated yourself with me and Point Hope…I have no answers for. You’re a mystery to me Andrew, you still are. I don’t hardly know you.”

That was all the explaining she planned on doing for the day. It was all she knew. And if that didn’t stir anything, that’s were it would stay. Sliding gracefully off the desk, she walked to the door, hips swaying. Her hand was on the doorknob. Oh so close. Curiosity got the best of her. Turning around completely, she leaned her back against the door and stared at him. It wasn’t a cold stare, more like a desperate one.

“Can you try to answer something for me? Please. I-…who is Kira? You called me Kira. Who is she?”

Something about that name scared the shit out of her.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew's mind wandered down the path of denial his brain had obviously put as a barrier between his current self and his past. Not that it was a major issue, but regardless, it was reassuring to hear that this female knew nothing of him. He sighed when he heard her speak of his being weak. She was wrong- he wasnt weak, he just had a lack of devotion to anything serious. Whoever this "Scene" was that lay within him, it was obvious he was a totally different person then the Andrew that was present. Regardless, it didnt matter what the girl thought of him- he wasnt about to get his ire peaked by a girl who seemed nothing but a snot nosed little-

He turned his attention to her as she asked him a question, causing him to frown slightly in thought.

"Truthfully i'm not sure why. Kira just seemed like the name i should-" He looked back up at her. "Wait a minute...When did i call you Kira?" He slashed through the air with a hand. "And why do i have a memroy of us in bed together." He stared at her long and hard, breathing picking up. There was something goin on within him, and to hear that the girl was having the same problem only further infuriated him. Was she toying with him? Messing with his mind? Trying to get some sort of sick revenge?

He continued to glare, waiting for a reply.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira reverted her gaze off of him and stared at her feet. Her mind was working overtime, running through all the possibilities, thinking about this whole situation in general. The missing memories, the confusion on both sides, the strange feeling she was beginning to feel in her chest. Suddenly she wished they were still outside under the warm sun. The girl was beginning to get chilly, a shiver coursing through her body. Making eye contact with him once again, she listened to his response.

So, he didn’t know. Lies. He knew something. He had to. He was the only person that could give her this answer. Call her crazy, but her intuition was telling her that Andrew was something more to her then just being the Conscience.

“You called me Kira when you tripped over me…you had his voice, the Conscience’s.” She was going to add on another thing to that statement, when Andrew said something that threw her completely off guard. What?! He had a memory of them in bed together? That obviously did not happen. Hmm, maybe whatever made him lose him memory made him have false ones too?

“I don’t know. I doubt that’s a true memory. I did not sleep with you. Frick I tried to stab you with a knife, why the heck would I sleep with you?”

Did Reira have a bitchy tone? Maybe just a little bit. Hey, he chose to glare at her when she was trying to be nice, my as well return the favor. Seeing the confusion on his face, she abruptly walked towards him and lifted up his shirt.

“Right here!,” Reira confirmed, touching him every so gently on his scar.

[Tyr Odinson]

These things she spoke of didnt make sense to him. He didnt know who he was then, he didnt know about any stabbings. He was becoming slightly alarmed. It was like a part of his brain was full of snakes, writhing inside his skull like a great pit. She came closer. The feeling grew stronger. He didnt like it. He didnt like not having control over a part of his mind and body. What the hell was going on? If there was something inside him then why hadnt he felt it until she arrived? She didnt seemed anything special. So far, all he had seen was a grade-A bitch who didnt like him for something he had no control over. As she drew closer and lifted up his shirt, he grabbed for her wrist.

"Dont-!"

Too late. As he made contact with her wrist, his mind slammed shut, Andrew falling into unconsciousness.

At least, on this inside.

------------What Reira See's-----------------------

Andrew's hair fell over his eyes, darkening the closed lids behind a cascade of soft, black, almost liquid like hair. His clothes began to ripple, his hair blowing gently but not revieling the blackness that lie beneath them. He was calm, his mouth normal, relaxed. Suddenly- a grin. A chuckle, a bone chilling laughter that Reira had probably hear one too many times in her nightmares.

The True Conscience was back...for a time.

"Kira,Kira,Kira....The scars of the body don't compare with the scars of the mind, do they sweetheart?" He meant this as a link, a semblence to theyre discussion by a tree, outside, not long before he left Point Hope. His hands went to his pockets as he finally brought his eyes up to meet hers. He looked around the room, sniffing slightly.

"Strange...This isnt Alaska." He touched his cheek. "And where is my mask?" He had released her wrist, allowing her to step back. "No matter. Tell me, why am i here?"

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira automatically pulled her wrist back as soon as she saw him raise his arm. Unfortunately for her, he managed to hold on to her wrist tightly. Of course she would fight with him, she hated him touching her in any way, shape or form. Clenching her free hand into a fist, she was seconds away from punching him in the face…when something strange began to happen…something that scared her into submission. All of her struggles ceased.

There, standing in front of her, was the Conscience. For a moment she was too shocked to say anything, her voice failed to make a sound. She couldn’t move. All she could do was stare at him with wide eyes. No. Not again. She didn’t want to see him again. She shouldn’t be here…she had to get away. It felt like the room was closing in on her as the echoes of his maniacal laughter reverberated throughout the room. That was when she panicked.

“Let me go!!,” she screamed, pulling her wrist away desperately.

Yeah, she was scared. If it was someone else things would be totally different. But this was the Conscience…the man that changed her, made her bleed, and put her day after day through continuous pain.

“Shut up,” she said in a poisonous tone. “Stop calling me Kira, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” Honestly, she was afraid to attack him. Now that she lost her Qi he could beat her easily, especially if he still had his own Qi. Shit, this wasn’t going to end up good. “I don’t know…I don’t know…just let me go.” She avoided his stare.

Her wrist finally free she began to back away from him. God, she needed to get away. His very presence was disturbing. The very sound of his voice was causing her mind to throb in pain. She didn’t notice, but she was shaking. The world was beginning to spin around her. What the fuck was happening? All she wanted to do was leave…if he said one more word…

"No matter. Tell me, why am i here?"

She gave him no answer. The pain was unbearable and she found herself squeezing the sides of head. The world still spinning, Reira fell to floor, landing on her side.

Help…

Little bitch. It’s about time you let me out.