First memory, first love.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

*Kotetsu's a pretty fun-loving guy, and the theme park had been a blast. But all good things have to come to an end eventually, and without the park to distract him, all he's got right now is an empty past and a bitter awareness of the huge gaps in his personal knowledge that his arrival to this place had brought. Not that he'd ever admit it to anybody, but the loss of memories had hit him hard. There was a lot he had done in his life, he's certain of it, and the size of the hole is palpable.

He sighs, flopping onto the couch, holding his hat on his head. A little something would be nice. Just a morsel.

And it's about this point that he notices the ring sitting on the coffee table.

He frowns, reaching towards it. He knows this ring, he realizes in a flash. A brief memory runs through his head of a marriage ceremony, and a beautiful woman with long dark hair standing next to him, cutting cake. The name comes to him unbidden: Tomoe.

He has a wife. She's waiting for him.

He smiles, slipping the ring onto his finger. Only with it back on does he register how much it had been missing, the familiar cool metal against his skin. Well then. He's got more reason than ever to get his memories back, and to find a way home. She's waiting for him, after all.*

All right... Wait for me, Tomoe. I'll get back to you soon enough.

*Re-energized, he gets up. Time for a walk around the compound, he thinks. Which is... probably where you're going to run into him, humming a little tune to himself.*

Comments

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

So what's on your mind, Kotetsu?

[He plops down on a chair, sprawled out. A man who either has never learn class or didn't give a rat's ass about it]

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

*Like Kotetsu is one to talk about decorum.*

Apparently I'm married. Go fig, huh? Man, now I've really got a reason to try to get my memory back and find a way home. She must be going nuts with me missing like this.

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

Huh. You looked like a bachelor to me.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

You think so? Really? Boy, I hope that doesn't get on her nerves too much.

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

Who knows.

So - how are you at cooking? Or would you not remember that, what little I remember doesn't tell me I was any kind of chef.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

Lemme think.

Huh. Actually, feels like the one other thing that popped back into my head just now is how to make fried rice. You got no problems with that, right?

[heybiteme.livejournal.com]

I ain't picky.

[thekoistiger.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan. Wish I could remember if I could make anything else, though -- but who really needs anything else?

*Spoilers: He doesn't.*