Blast From The Past, Huh?

[Fallen Hours™]

~3 Years Ago~

Desiree Mahr had a free period, and was spending it happily in the library, browsing the internet aimlessly. She was rather happy here, finding numerous articles that she could laugh at, or simply pick away at with her skeptical mind... But then...

THUD!

A book collided sharply with the back of her head and she yelped in shock, turning around slowly, rising from her chair and shifting around sharply. Her thick ruby mane rose slowly, like an animal's pelt probably would in such a situation. A few heads turned, knowing how explosive her anger could be at times... "What.. The... HELL?!"

~In The Present~

A young Ayumi Mahr scanned through the internet carefully, glancing around every so often. She was skipping her classes, and the librarian knew her face as well so she had to run off quickly if he came looking, as sometimes he did. Every movement, though, was fluid and smooth. She sighed and turned her around her head, her soft eyes scanning over a few people before turning back to her screen.

Ayumi's baby face was flawless, actually looking younger than she is by a few years. She wore her hair back in a plait, tied with a pink ribbon. Her hair was brown, but thick and curly. She had a striking resemblance to her adopted mother, Desiree Mahr, and as she grew tired of the computer she slowly stood up and turned around, unknowingly replaying a scene her mother did before she even came to Starfall...

[Sjha]

Sjha walked threw the library, his steps as silent as his breath. He had just returned here, to the academy that is. Three years ago he joined the academy, but just a year ago he was torn away by work, pronounced dead, and now returning here with his memory erased of everything that happened over the last 14 years of his life(he didn’t remember when he was two and younger.. who could?). Sjha walked over to a table, pulling a chair out and sliding into the seat. He was only there for reason; one of the first records he had on file was a visit to this library, had he hoped it might help him if he visited here again. He scanned the library; and noticed a nervous looking girl at a computer, every now and again checking around as if expecting someone. He laid across the table; for some reason the rest of the people seemed to avoid him. He closed his eyes hoping relaxing would help with the recovery; and it did.

~)|Three years ago, Sjhas memory|(~
Sjha was in the library during his off period, doing some reading to pass the time when he noticed a girl, Desiree Mahr; He knew her slightly, and what he did know meant that right now she was skipping class. He picked up the book he was reading; an Atlas which recorded maps for the last one hundred years or so; one that was about five inches thick. He walked over, not noticed, and wacked her over the head with the book, sending out a large thud as it hit the back of her head. She let out a yelp and raised slowly, the library went more silent then normal, the last thing he remember was what she said ‘What the Hell?!’

~)|Returning form the past|(~
Sjha jolted up from his little nap, noticing the girl was still in her seat. He looked her over; she looked like the girl from his dream some one from my past, maybe? He asked him self mentally as he stood up and walked over to her, going unnoticed like in his memory. She started to stand and turn. He placed his hand on her shoulder with a firm grip; placing his face only inches away from hers his eyes dark, deep, emotionless, maybe even soul less eyes locked into hers. His voice was low and almost chilling, almost like that you would think death it’s self would sound like as it asked a question ‘Do I know you..?’

[Fallen Hours™]

Ayumi almost leaped in surprise when she felts someone's grip on her shoulder, but she tried to keep her calm as she looked up into his face, her gaze not wavering one bit. "I don't think I know you..." Her hair was a completely different colour from her mother's, but it had a similar texture and wave to it at the end. The library silenced then, just as it had once three years ago...

~Desiree~
Desiree Mahr was flipping through a thick book on the history of Starfall, sighing lightly as it wasn't really insightful to what had truly happened. She kept an eye on her adopted daughter as well, though she noticed a seemingly familiar face fall asleep at another desk... Who he was, she couldn't quite figure it out. But then she saw him stand up and move over to Ayumi, and her maternal instinct flared as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

The library grew silent as she stood up, snapping her book shut sharply. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" And Desiree hit him directly across the back of his head with her book, eyes narrowed. "No one has the right to scare my daughter." Her hair had grown longer, and she had it pulled back in a long braid, but she looked altogether the same... She was still rather short, as well.

[Sjha]

Sjha fell to the floor; the sudden strike was enough to surprise him and toss him off balance. His SOL dropped out of his back pocket, turning on in the impact with the ground. The small device scanned her silently; the screen turned into a loading screen, a small electronic voice simple said ‘Processing’ as it went to work. Sjha rubbed the back of his head; his eyes closed as he clenched his teeth. His voice seemed to echo anger from with in, “What.. The ..Hell?!” He called out, loud enough to make his point but not enough to draw unwanted attention. He stood back up, checking his back pocket he found the letter, but not his SOL. He did a quick scan but couldn’t find it at first. “What the hell do you think you were doing?!” He asked her, slightly enraged. “You could Hurt..” He was cut off by his SOL’s electronic voice “Processing complete” It stated before making loud beeping noises. Sjha got on his knees and looked around, forgetting about her for a moment, until he found it; the screen held a green plus sign, meaning it scanned someone in its data banks. He picked it it, pressing the button to show information, and stood back up. He looked at the screen: ‘Desiree Mahr, Met in the library, hit over the head with a book’ It displayed a small history on how they first met, then a picture… a picture of the girl who just hit him… but the picture was three years old. He turned the small computer off, returning his gaze onto her. He voice had calmed and was back to it’s old hallowed self “Desiree Mahr” He simply stated “Now I know I know you..” A sly, almost devilish smile started to cross his face..

[Fallen Hours™]

Desiree watched him with a nonchalant look, not caring and patting Ayumi on the shoulder, motioning for her to go back to the internet which Ayumi did quickly and concentratedly. Desiree heard the SOL's electronic voices on both counts, and suddenly, something hit her, a memory from way back... It had been ages since she had thought of Sjha, with everything going on. He had died, he was dead. How could he be standing before her now, looking as empty and lost as she had been feeling recently?

Shock and recognition passed through Desiree's wide sapphire eyes. "Oh. My. God. No. Way!" Desiree had a kind of immunity in this library after she had restored numerous books when a flood had almost destroyed them completely. She then grabbed him - as gently as she could manage - by his arm and pulled him down between two shelves. "Sjha! I thought you were dead!" And as the two stilled, she turned around and hugged him. "I can't believe it!"

[Sjha]

Sjha was a little thrown back by being pull a-side, and the hug had thrown him even more off track; in the months he could remember, everything was official, no family or friends to show him any kind of love or affection; So he felt a little shocked, but he was also a little confused, so he just decided to just call it ‘Shafused’ He let her hug his, even if she was a complete stranger to him, she knew him well enough to take the news of his death to some point. He collected his thoughts; so many questions… were should he start? How could he know she was telling the truth or not? He decided it would be rude to not explain, Actually.. a more right term would to be to answer some of the things she didn’t seem to understand. “Well, Desiree was it? About a year ago when I was reported missing was actually my last mission before being ranked up in my organization… How ever I was over powered and lost my memory. To protect the school and my other connections, I was reported dead and kept hidden until my memory returned, how ever, it did not. A few months ago, someone remembered they hid my old Pokémon and most of my stuff here on the island. Along with the chance of meeting old friends and finding the stuff, they hoped it would help return my memory.” He let out a small sigh; he could remember all that but not his own friends and family? “I don’t know how well I knew you, but, I’m sorry if I made you worry.” He words kept there same coldness as he continued to show no emotion; he was trained to do so until he was sure of how well he knew each person he met..

[Fallen Hours™]

Desiree took in his words thoughtfully, taking a step back. "...Well I died. And came back. But that does sound pretty horrible and confusing." She responded, shrugging lightly and propping her hands lightly on her hips. She tilted to her head to one side, and then to the other. Trying to figure out how she could help him and unconsciously playing with a lock of hair, which was something she always did when she was trying to think.

"We were friends. We met at Emerald Club, you watched me perform on my first go and you told me I was good afterwards, though I didn't believe you. I asked you out once, and you said no. I dealt with the rejection easily, though and you seemed pretty cool about it all afterwards." She explained in her melodious wind chime voice. "I used to call you Ja-Ja, and it really annoyed you." She used the affectionate nickname as she always had.

"And hey! You're back now, that's all that matters!"

[Sjha]

Sjha looked her over again “With how you look I’m shocked I didn’t ask you out first..” he mumbled under his breath after he thought things over. He extended his hand out to her “Well, I’m sorry for having my death faked; maybe we can be friends again? I can completely understand if you don’t; it’s completely up to you.” His face remained null of all emotion, how ever his eyes didn’t do so; a small glimmer of happiness seemed to be buried deep within his sapphire hues. He went over a few things in his mind Ja-Ja..? Probably a reference to my name… Emerald clue.. going to have and take note on that too.. Past relations… Use to annoy me…. Check, check, check, check.. and check. He thought mentally as he made a mental check list of the information he had just gotten. Sjha thought over his next words carefully; she was a girl he use to know who had feeling for him at one point after all. “Have you ever thought about going out with me again?” He asked, a little worry in his voice which he quickly picked up on and fixed. “You know, I feel a little bad knowing on of my only memories of you now is saying no to you.” His ice cold face seemed to crack as he gave a small smile “I would love to see you perform again some time, regardless.”

[Fallen Hours™]

Desiree heard his words, and folded her arms across her chest, trying to hide her blush. But she looked with some curiosity at his hand, surprised that this was happening, but immediately taking it with both of her nimble hands and shook it happily. "Ja-ja, I'd love to be your friend again. There's no way I'd say no to that, and I can help you recover your memory. Because I want to help you, and that's what friends do for each other." As he said the next bit though, she took her hands away from his, and placed them back on her hips again thoughtfully.

"Well, I guess I thought about going out with you again a lot of times, but once I've been rejected once I figure they don't want to go out with me. And, um, you had this old friend called Ryan Robertson. We used to all three of us, hang out together when we had nothing on. I kinda, maybe, sorta got engaged to him..." She held up her left hand, motioning to the ring on her ring finger, a simple gold band with a well-cut diamond before shyly putting it back down, holding her hands behind her back. "Though I'd love to take you to Emerald Club again sometime, and I'll make sure that I only have to perform a few songs so I can tell you more about this place."

Desiree was wearing a simple black dress with fishnet tights underneath and colourful Converse shoes, which showed off her figure well, but made her height a bold statement.

[Sjha]

Sjha’s smile lightened a small bit as she said she would help him; he was glad he had had such great friends at one point in time. “I’m glad to hear that, I’m glad to once again have such a great friend.” As she talked more about his past, his face went from excited to a little embarrassed. “O-Oh, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know you were engaged, In fact I didn’t even remember I knew you less then ten minutes ago, so I think it’s an understandable mistake over all.”

He looked down at the ring; his eyes caught in its reflection “Ryan Robertson…” He said to him self “I’ll keep his name in mind. His eyes remained fixated on the ring, almost as if he had seen it before, even if deep down he knew it wasn’t possible. “Um, this might sound a little strange, but how long ago were you two engaged?”

~)|Sjha Memory; Desriee in his bedroom?|(~
Sjha lied on his dorms floor; the room was dark and the only light entered from his opened door. Another person sat behind him. Sjha was bear chested and in his boxers; the way he slept. He saw a figure under his almost overturned bed, which only he seemed to notice. The person behind him wrapped her arms around Sjha as if to comfort him “It’s alright, it was all just a really bad dream..” He noticed the voice was soft; it was Desriee’s

[Fallen Hours™]

Desiree laughed and dismissed his embarrassed stuttering with a wave of her hand. "Hey, it's fine! There was no way you could know, it is a very understandable mistake." Her voice is still soft, even when she is excited. Desiree has always been the soft-spoken, and it was one thing it didn't seem that she could change. She rubbed the back of her head slightly, watching him carefully. "I can introduce you both, if you want. He'd definitely be happy to see you again, you two were close." Desiree nodded once, as if confirming this fact.

"Umm... Ryan and I? We were engaged for about two months now..." Suddenly Desiree realized what memory Sjha could have just recovered and immediately blushed a brilliant scarlet, a few shades darker than her hair. "If you just recovered that memory, it was definitely before I got engaged. I swear. Cross my fingers and hope to die." 'Cross my fingers and hope to die' was something that she had had a habit of telling him all the time when she was serious about something.

~Sjha's Memory, Extended Version, Desiree POV~

She had been sleeping peacefully, curled up besides one of the only men she had ever had feelings for. Her dreams were heavy, blurred, white and pale blue. She smiled in her sleep, a happy, wholehearted smile. Desiree slept in a tank top and underwear, not really bothering with her pajamas, though -before she went to sleep- she had been wishing that she had brought her Victoria's Secret satin pajamas, which were still in a box with the price tag attached. But then there was a vibrant shock.

Sjha woke with a sharp shudder, waking her as well. Her eyes immediately snapped open, and she watched him fall out of bed rather frightened, though when she came to her senses she realized he was just having a bad dream. She slowly shifted upwards, moving to the edge of the bed and wrapping her arms around him gently, instinctively. It had always been rather instinctive with Sjha, it was just the way their relationship worked. "It's alright, it was all just a really bad dream..." She whispered it to him softly, and even though it was softer than usual, and a little hoarse, she knows he will pick up on it. He was cool like that.

~End Memory~

"Yeah... We were really close." Desiree laughed nervously. She would tell him anything he asked, but if he didn't ask... Somethings were better left unsaid.

[Sjha]

Sjha nodded “I’d love to try and meet as many of my old friends as possible, it might be a little odd how ever.” She noticed her blush “Is something wrong?” He asked her, not sure if that memory was something he should have remembered so soon or not; it was kind of personal... but then again he wasn’t to sure on why she would be in his room in his dorm at night in nothing but a tank-top and her underwear… Heck, they must have been really close friends! Sjha thought things over “Don’t worry, we were just friends; good friends. It’s not like we were sharing the same bed or anything, Right?” He asked, he was joking but his voice didn’t hint at that; it still contained its serious tone.. he just hoped that she didn’t take it the wrong way.

He wish he could remember what song it was that she sang that night; he wondered what song it must have been to cause such a great friendship to bloom, is must have been one he had liked, he did remember he had a vary small selection of songs he liked