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Who:Nataku

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What: Nataku's got his memories back and Kohaku is concerned. D8 Visit? PS: You totally didn't see that in the wrong community.
When: Right after this, probably during the day.
Where: Nataku's room, 708
Rating: The G-est G that ever G'd. I think.

There wasn't any other thing on her mind at the moment she saw its entry other than the automatic worry, the automatic sorrow on his behalf. She had known that Nataku's mother wasn't his mother at all... just a woman who was trying to help. Still, she wondered if she had been doing the right thing in letting it believe for as long as it did.

At this point, she didn't bother to take the elevator to see anyone unless it was the first time she would meet them. She opened her window and floated down to Nataku's room. Pausing right above its sill to recollect herself, she took in a deep breath and tapped lightly on his window. Smiled. "May I come in?"

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Nataku continued to inwardly fret about its parents. The memories that had come back to it were more than a little disconcerting. Father was actually a teenager -- whose father that it killed in order to retrieve the shinken. Yet, Father was not upset about that at all. But, Mother probably would be.

She was easily upset by things like that. Still, neither of them appeared to look as those that it believed that it found in the castle. The only small hope that it did have -- though not really realizing that it was one -- was that Seishirou did not know what it was talking about. Perhaps, that meant that its memories were not real. But, Suu said that they probably were.

Its thoughts were easily disrupted by the appearance of Kohaku outside its window. Though, it was going to let her in just for being out there and knocking, because Mother (?) had said that that's what one was supposed to do; however, when asked if she may, Nataku tilted its head to the side slightly. "If you want to, you can."

"Thank you," she trilled, still happily smiling, and flew to Nataku's side. It looked so unreadable, as usual. Kohaku found after a while that if Nataku ever hurt, it'd never show it, so she had to be extra careful about not hurting its feelings even worse. Pain was bad. Pain was always... Kohaku cut that train of thought. It wasn't helping anyone right now!

"Where does it hurt?" Kohaku tilted her head, imitating Nataku, and placed a hand over its heart. "Is it anxiety again?"

So, it seemed like she wanted to. That seemed good, didn't it? Not really sure on that, but it was nice to have someone else come visit. It still didn't know what to say when people thanked it, so tried to give its usual small smile to show that it was ... happy about the thanks. But, it was difficult to do that.

"My chest and my head." Its hand hovered over Kohaku's, not sure to set it over hers, before touching its forehead, fingertips running over the petals' design. "Not sure. It's confusing -- everything in my memories is back, but the person who would know what happened during that time does not. Does that not mean that these aren't real? But Suu said that people are getting back what they lost, so, these are real, but..."

Paradoxes rarely worked well on Nataku and it was left further confused when it tried to explain itself. "I don't know."

Kohaku frowned. The way Nataku explained things seemed to echo his confusion that her own head started to spin a bit. She started to channel her power into Nataku, thinking of a response. "What are these memories like? And what feels the most real to you?"

Kohaku wondered a little. Would she be like this if she got her memories of Shuichiro back again? Confused between memory and reality. She frowned. What if people were getting back fake things?

No. She shook her head again. Focus. Nataku her help now. Instinctively, she pulled Nataku into a hug. "It's all right."

"I don't understand what you mean by what are they like." The next question was harder. Before, the drams that it had of Kazuki felt very real to it, and it turned out that it was; it found someone who looked so much like Father that it had to be him. Or at the very least would let it call him that. "I don't know what feels more feels more real."

It wasn't being very helpful, but it really didn't realize that it wasn't either. But it was as usual shocked about being pulled into a hug. No arms were raised to repeat the gesture, just rested its head on her shoulder in what it thought was giving one back. "I'm glad that it is."

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