A small case of amnesia?
"Ah, so you actually came? I was beginning to worry that you had chickened out on the reunion." Chuckled a familiar voice, which rang out through the walls of the dark rocks near the sea front. It was not that he wanted to be there, but was more like forced to. The night was falling silently upon them both, the moonlight becoming the only source of light that they both had. The hooded figure stood motionless, staring to where the voice had come from. It seemed, he knew this voice, but why couldn't he recall who it was? Surely the head bang from the Night Crawler hadn't hit him that bad.
A quiet chuckle came from the rocks, again the chuckle was all too familiar. The hooded figure took a step back as a foot emerged from the shadows. A skinny, sandy-haired man, wearing the same hooded cloak and aqua sitar earrings appeared into view. Yes, he was so familiar, but why couldn't he remember him?
"I see you haven't chickened out. Might I introduce myself?" The skinny man flashed a smile at the hooded figure, his aqua eyes perched on him, studying him as if he were some kind of unusual specimin.
"My names Demyx. I trust you to remember that." He continued to stare, the silence only making his smile stretch even more. "Come on now, don't be rude. Introduce yourself."
The black water softly hit against the figure's boot, he scuffed the sand lightly, looking to the floor to find his words. Demyx's stare made this normal introduction far to demanding.
'Why is it, do I even know my own name? How come, I seem to have hit a wall.' He looked up, Demyx's smile was faltering slightly. 'I guess, for now I shall call myself a name. But what name? Who am I?'
The hooded figure jumped, startled by the sudden calling. Demyx turned quickly to face him, their eyes meeting at the first glance.
"W-what?" The hooded figure asked, startled. He blinked twice, trying to determin whether this guy was for real. He hadn't come to waste his time and dawdle about.
"Vanitas. I had an uncle back then.. you know, when I was alive." Demyx smiled again, taking three fingers and flicking his small strand of straw-coloured fringe, and tucking it behind his ear. "You have the same eyes as him. Golden, he always boasted about his eyes."
'Is this a sign? I might as well take it for what it's worth..'
"What a coincidence, my name is Vanitas." The hooded figure removed his hood, now that the two were on first name terms.
This time, it was Demyx who took a step back, his eyes opened wide, his grip tightened onto the belt of his cloak.
'..is there something on my face?'
Vanitas held up his left hand to stroke his cheek, curving his hand down his jaw-line, to his collarbone. He felt normal enough, at least that's what he thought himself. He then reached up both hands carefully, and stroked his spikes of raven-coloured hair, his fingers lining down the stray strands. Demyx examined carefully at Vanitas' appearance, he looked as confused at him, as Vanitas was of himself.
'Have I always had spiked hair? I don't recall this.. or do I?'
He slowly lowered his arms, both hands gripping onto his belt, just as Demyx was doing. Demyx was still smiling to Vanitas, making Vanitas unaware at Demyx's first reaction. Along came another chuckle, but this time, it sounded quite sinister.
"Well, Vanitas, welcome. The others should arrive shortly."
"This will be interesting indeed."