Re: May the story begin.
Often times, I would be reminded of the dreadful memories, of the past...my past...My feet would move sub-consciously, and shudders would overtake my body as I walked - walked aimlessly across and out the village. And there would be whispers, whispers that spoke of my broken state, my unmendable soul.
I sought. I wandered. I traveled. Yet, nothing could fill the empty hole in my heart, the desperation that I felt every day.
My eyes did not see, my ears no longer could no longer hear - no, I was lost in my own thoughts, my dark world that was never to end.
Seldom did I know where I was, nor why I was doing what I was. Many a times had it occurred to me to end my own pitiful life, but something - something always held me back. Perhaps it was some kind of cowardice, or even, I daresay not, a glimmer of nonexistent hope.
Today, I had wandered upon yet another unknown area, however, instead of just passing through it, I stopped, surprising even myself. No, there was something about this bridge that drew me in all its simplicity that I was beckoned to pause for just a moment, my dead gaze traveling over the wooden structure into the river below.
And I felt something...
Perhaps it was some kind of childish impulse, but it was one that held me still, for just a moment. And I was tasting the fresh air, sensing the warm wind, and feeling the water rush so strongly before me, a huge contrast to my own, frail self.
Perhaps it was a day, or only an hour, but the peace did not last long, and not surprisingly, it was some stranger who had interrupted it.
"Hello, sir." It was a polite voice. "My name is Pablo."
I turned, somewhat stunned for a slight moment. What met me was a somewhat young man, clad with black clothing not unlike myself, complete with white hair and...
I paused for a moment, unable to find the correct word.
Intriguing, emerald eyes...
"I..." I couldn't remember the last time I had spoken so openly to anyone. Almost without my knowledge, my own hand came up to meet his. "I..my name is Kiritsugu."
I paused, some kind of undeniable curiosity overcoming me. "But who...who are you?" The question came out quite unexpectedly, in a soft whisper.