A Far Off Memory!

It was a warm spring morning, a gentle breeze blowing through the flying fortress. Near the center of the fortress there was a commotion of sorts. From the comments being slung about by those who had been witness to the incident someone had simply dropped dead without any warning. None of them dared to touch the body. They feared he held some sort of infection that had caused him to drop like that so suddenly.

The figure in question was a young boy, he had lightly tanned skin and long fiery hair. His hair was a pure mixture of red, orange, and yellow, such hair reaching down past his ears and cast a shadow over his face. The boy wore a simply blood red robe which clung to his frame loosely. Suddenly screams were elicited by the crowd as the youth sprung up from the ground and yawned. The youth stretched his arms as the civilians nearest to him snapped, “You were just asleep! We thought you had died kid!” One of the women said as she knelt down beside him to get a better.

The boy blinked a few times out of confusion. “Woah. Big crowd. I wonder what's going on. Hey lady, whata' you'll lookin' at?” He asked bluntly, being completely clueless to the scene he had caused. “Weren't you listening kid? We all thought you had died.” Half-way through the woman's explanation the boy's head dropped back his eye's shut once more, he had already fallen back asleep. “Don't fall asleep when people are talking to you. That is really rude.” She scolded as she shook the boy awake. “Yes ma'am.” He muttered upon waking back up. “Hey lady, which way is it to Sabertooth?” The boy asked as he climbed up off of the ground. The woman nodding her head in disbelief at the boy's attitude, but simply pointed further into the town. “Just keep heading in that direction and you will reach the guild.” The boy in response to this did something rather unexpected, he actually bowed his head to her. “Thank you.” He said before running off in the pointed direction as he waved back at the crowd.

A good five minute walk later he had finally arrived at the entrance to the Sabertooth Guild. “So this is it, huh? Something tells me they can do it. They can help me find out about my past.” The youth spoke aloud to himself cheerfully as he pushed open the double doors. The boy had a cheerful grin upon his mug, a warm aura flowing off of his being. He inhaled deeply clearing is throat before yelling, “HELLO EVERYONE!! NICE TO MEET YA!! I HOPE WE CAN ALL BECOME GREAT FRIENDS!!” The final word leaving his maw as he walked further into the guild. The boy soon held a dumbfounded expression upon his features. He had never seen such a lively place before, and soon found himself becoming nervous. While he knew nothing about himself other than his own name, he knew he wasn't a normal human and had become subconscious about this fact.

Aaron peered over his shoulder, a cheerful grin playing upon his features as he turned to face her. The youth drawing his arms upward he would arch them, clasping his hands behind his head. He would lean back slightly supporting himself with just his right foot, his left raised forward some revealing he didn't have any shoes on. “Rina, huh? Nice to meet ya. Hmm. . . not sure, but somethin' tells me it's Aaron.” He said before chuckling. He didn't really know anything about himself. The only memory he has being of waking up on the coast of Fiore. Whatever happened before then is an utter mystery.

“Guessin' yer' new too?” He asked cheerfully as he leaned forward sizing her up some. Despite his human appearance he really didn't know much about human's as a whole, so when he meets some new he usually becomes curious. The youth sniffing at the air around the female. “Ya have a nice scent about ya.” He said cheerfully as he grinned at her. His right hand sliding from behind his head and out in front of him. This simple gesture being meant to initiate a handshake.

Aaron snickered some when he saw her blush slightly. “Glad I'm not the only one.” He replied as he looked over his shoulder at the other member's of the guild. Aaron unaware that the sash wrapped around his waist keeping his robe shut and his otherwise nude body covered had slipped loose a bit. He sneezed as the breeze seemed to pick up and brush against his flesh. “Ye-Yeah. I am joining the guild.” Aaron said as he realized his current predicament and tried to tighten the robe. “I just hope they can help me find out something about my past, if I have one.” He said the last part with a hint of sorrow.

Aaron soon found his attention shifting from the red-haired female. This new garner of his attention came more so as annoyance to the youth. The sound of boot and spur connecting with the ground resounding throughout his cranium at a heightened tone. The youth clutching his hands over his ears in an attempt to block out the noise, the male stumbling backwards his eyes now shut. “The hell is that?” He asked with clear annoyance tinging his every word. He had a heightened sense of hearing so such noises hit him rather harshly. The noise soon stopped and was replaced by yet another greeting. “I'll be sure to do that.” He said cheerfully as his right hand slipped into his robe to scratch his stomach.


Aaron was finally approached by the Guild Master a few minutes later. He felt a bit overwhelmed by being greeted by so many people back to back. It was a lot for a person to absorb all at once, especially someone who lacked a memory with the exception fo their own name. He listened intently to the guild Master's words as he absentmindedly scratched at his stomach. He soon repeated the oath, while most of it didn't really make sense to him he could at least tell it was reasonable. “On my honor, I promise to serve the three beliefs held by the guild, and to help those in need with the hope of one day creating paradise.” He said cheerfully as he grinned at the Guild Master.


“It's a pleasure to meet ya, Master! The names Aaron, I think.” He said before another bout of narcolepsy assaulted him. The youth's eyelids slipping shut as his head rolled back. The male falling backwards already snoring. As he fell the loose sleeves of his robe slipped up his arms revealing a vast multitude of wounds. The bulk of the wounds were still bloody. The youth lay there mumbling to himself as he slept. Within the confines of his own personal dream realm images were flickering through his mind. It was past he had lost touch with so long ago.

Aaron mumbled in his sleep before suddenly snapping back awake. He grumbled to himself as Victoria's attention was brought back upon him. He couldn't help his eye's wondering to her torso, youthful optics watching as the female's breasts jiggled with the turning motion needed to face him once more. “Thanks Victoria-senpai.” He muttered lightly, his cheeks slightly flushed, his raised his right hand over his face. This gesture being meant to try and conceal the nosebleed that had started to take place. He wiped at the blood trying to get rid of it, but only managed to smear it upon his face. “Is there any way to get you to stop being so attractive?” He asked as he stared up at her from the floor. Of course this question was not meant to be answered, nor had he been serious in saying it.

Aaron grumbled some as he say up. He was still blushing as blood leaked from his nose. He stared up at her, a sour look upon his mug as he climbed up off the ground. Normally he would have snapped at a person for laughing at him, but once more, given Victoria's appearance, that wasn't in the cards at the moment. He rubbed the sleeve of his sanguine red robe under his nose, finally managing to stop the nose bleed.

“F-Flirting? Who said I was flirting with you Senpai?” He said sourly, not liking how he felt like she was treating him like a little kid.

Aaron turned to face the new face. Once more he found himself being greeted, this time, the greeter made himself known as being one Kichiro Yukine. The youth grinning at the other as he held out his right fist hoping the other would understand it was meant to be bumped. Not the most usual of greetings, it was Aaron's style, and much like the rest of him, nothing would ever change to fit the desires of others. "Nice to meet ya' Kichiro-senpai." Aaron said before flashing the male a rather cheerful grin. "The names Aaron, Aaron Kyros." He said, his fist still held out waiting for a positive response from the other.