Terminal Message 001: Black Rock Shooter


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/REFERENCE DATE: {September 19, 2552} [EXTRACTED CALENDAR FROM HUMAN SYSTEMS]

/DATE: JULY 17, 2548 [HUMAN CALENDAR REFERENCE] [BACKDATED FROM TEXTUAL LOG OF ID: BLACK ROCK SHOOTER]

/ENTREE ID: BLACK ROCK SHOOTER

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A long, long time, ago, we made love under the stars.

You taught me that the term 'making love' meant an entirely different thing in the far-removed past, when thousands of years ago, we lived on a single world. In that world, couples make love by joining at the lips. They embrace, sometimes passionately, sometimes conservatively, but the central focus is the kiss.

The first time then, my heart raced. This was a taste beyond food, a touch beyond feeling, it is you. Your taste, your scent, your touch.

Then, who was shaking? Was it you, or is it me? Perhaps both? Because shortly after, the shudders became too much, and we broke apart, our gazes met.

Then, I realised, I was shaking. Your eyes, the rare dark shade of brown as dark as dusk, failed to hold my panicking gaze. I wanted to stand, I wanted to be elsewhere...

You held me, you suddenly held me close. You were shaking too.

Some things cannot be conveyed through words; a certain fear within you is one of those things. As you held on to me irrationally, I sensed it; there's something inside of you too, a fear, and a wish. Untranslatable information by the standards of any word. Such things are felt, not heard.

So I held you...I held on to you. You stopped shaking upon realising, someone in this world cares for you deeply.

Ugh...it hurts.

Even now, just remembering this recollection, my heart hurts. This memory is all I was able to recall, but it aches so much, as though that moment was stretched to infinity, and we lived every second...

Come back to me, Cyan Shield. Where you are, you must come back to me.

"A person's character lives on in the memories of others," He said. "Try to remember him, and what he said of you. Remember and you can possibly reverse the damage to your memory."

Why, how, and when I know is beyond me, but Cyan Shield, you take up so much of my memory!

There are more memories we shared besides that lovemaking under the stars, more that went on before and after!

...if only, I didn't wake up, maybe.

I was dreaming a dream..an impossibly long dream.

You...you made me a promise, one day. You said...you said something.

But each day you're not here, is a day in which my heart is wounded.

My perpetually wounded heart cannot endure this pain for long, so...

...if you do not find me after all this is over, then I will find you.

There seems to be no other signs of life here on the Ringworld besides the Flood. I will slaughter them all, then come for you.

And then I will make you mine; rip out your throat, which uttered all those words, and promised things I remember naught of.


/LOG END.

to be continued.

Author's notes:

An inspiration of feels from Megurine Luka's Rip = Release.

Sadly, I think I will not be able to write again after I enlist in NS...in May 7th.