| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
“Think back, Six – think,” Changmin begged, “You have to remember something.”
“I remember you,” she said, hoping that would tide him over. But Changmin shook his head.
“How far”- his voice cracked, and Changmin cleared his throat unconsciously. “How far back do you remember? Do you remember when they found you? Brought you here?”
Six looked over at Junsu and YooChun in the doorway, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you mean, Changmin?” she asked, “Haven’t I always been here?”
“Do you remember us trying to kill you?” he asked, desperately. Six nodded.
“Yes, but I remember why,” she dismissed.
“Why, then – why did we need to?”
“Be… because of Hero?” she asked, uncertainly, as if she too was beginning to question her memory.
Changmin let out a mildly relieve gasp, “You remember Hero?”
Six shook her head, “I remember you telling me he is bad.”
Changmin whimpered, falling forward and collapsing into the palms of his hands. Six jumped up and went to him, reaching out to uncertainly touch his shoulder. “C-Changmin, I’m sure whatever it is, it isn’t very important,” she tried, only to cause a deep sob from Changmin. YooChun stepped into the room, carefully grabbing Six and sitting her back on the practitioner’s table.
“Now Six,” YooChun spoke evenly, hands pressing down on her shoulders. “Do you remember anything from the Dat building? Anything at all?” Six looked as if she didn’t understand, causing YooChun to realize the need to clarify. “The white room – it’s all white. Do you remember anything from that?”
Six nodded, eyes widening. “White arches,” she said suddenly. “Was that you, Yoochun? The white arches, golden dust… the landscape of blue?”
Yoochun shook his head slowly.. “J,” he said. “That was J who told you that, Six. J.”
“J,” she repeated, sounding out the foreign name. Her eyes narrowed, and she turned to look at Junsu. “J, J…J – Junsu?”
Junsu shook his head, making Six frown. “J is someone I like very much,” she said. “I remember that.”
“Please, just think back,” Changmin pleaded. “Six, just think.”
Six frowned at Changmin, closing her eyes tightly in thought. Her legs stopped swinging and she held them straight, as if any fluctuation in her movement would offset her thought process. Slowly, YooChun returned to his place in the doorway, beside Junsu. Junsu’s eyes were wide with worry. YooChun, overall, looked very composed, and any stranger would think he was completely all right. It was the slightly flicker in his eyes, and the way his foot was tapping away viciously that gave way to expressing his concern, however, and it was well noticed by the household.
Changmin himself was a nervous wreck – his entire body quivered, his face nervous. Even his hair, normally perfectly set, shiny and in place, was wild and unkempt. His voice shook terribly when he spoke; his throat ignored the pleading of his body to remain silent, letting out peels of nervous whining as he awaited Six’s response.
But when Six opened her eyes, empty and withdrawn, all those watching knew she could not recall a thing, and without warning, Changmin began to cry.
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13.07.09.