Chihiro In Wonderland

…’Knight of Hearts’. huh? This may help explain as to why she was so reluctant to leave.  Hallucinating loved ones as some sort of delusional fantasy figures in order to cope with loneliness, while simultaneously forgetting the actual person it was based on. That would of course, have to be fixed.

He didn’t think so, anyway. He watched some of the butterflies drift by, thinking on that for a short while.

“And what’s all this about him being a delinquent? You picked him for his position in the royal guard yourself!”

“False. Oowada is currently in after school detention for riding a supply cart down three flights of stairs. Ishimaru is also present for completely different reasons.”

Or perhaps for more similar reasons than the duo would care to admit. Byakuya would have to be blind not to see that the gang leader had been lashing out more and more in the passing months. Perhaps the time spent in the detention was a moment of solidarity for the two, to mourn over what was lost.

His shoulders shook a bit when he tried to imagine the best knight in the royal defense force doing something like that. Normally, he saved his recklessness for combat. Or social events.

He couldn’t ever recall having family either, as he had always lived alone in that tiny cottage. Regardless, he couldn’t disobey the king, so he shuffled along behind him looking as confused as a bird who had encountered a window.

“But the fact you can not even recognize this technology settles it then. You have had major brain damage since our previous meeting. We will have to examine that once we leave this place.”

“A phone. A cell phone to be precise. Originally meant to allow people to communicate with each other over long distances. Now and days they’re essentially handheld computers.”

He was fairly sure they had telephones in  the late period of Victorian times, though he doesn’t quite recall why he suddenly thought of that particular era. As he presses the button on the edge to turn on the screen, he is greeted with the unwelcome sight of absolutely zero bars in the top left corner. Great.

{Did he used to have one of those? He didn’t recall such a thing, and as far as he knew he was fairly good at recalling things. Maybe this was a prank . .?}

“I don’t think I’ve ever even seen one of these before, let alone had one.”