GR - Vague Memories

((MEMO- I DO NOT OWN GALERIANS RION OR ASH! But if I did,Birdman would be my bitch >__>;
This happens to be my third,yes,my third! GR fanfic. Please be gentle if you comment x]

One shot fanfic,written after re-watching GR.

Also,if you're not familiar with the Galerians,I suggest you go look it up :] ))



Vague Memories


The mansion's foyer was desolate,isolated,too quiet,even for Rion. Well,that is,if you counted the only thing he's heard since waking up are the screams of agony as the red that course throughout his body made contact with the human victims that tried to make him go back to the "Isolation Room".
Ha,Isolation. Who needed that? He was free! And needed to find Lilia!

Closing the door behind him gently,the blondeish-brown teen slowly began to prowl down the dark hallway. Instantly upon his foot touching a small blood splatter on the hardwood floor,Rion raised his right hand to his head and gripped it,a small painful noise escaping from his throat.


Rion..
Rion!
Oh Rion...


The vague voices.. Who did they belong to?

Turning the corner,the young teen befell what could of passed as the living room or dining hall.
Something caught his attention and quickly Rion turned his head,his azure-blue eyes widening as the woman draped in green stood before him. Who..? Wait,how?!

"Welcome home,Rion.."

Huh?!

"Mother?"
Rion questioned,letting the hand upon his head fall to his side as he stared into the empty kitchen. She was there,wasn't she?! But how?


Can't sleep?


The young blonde turned around at the manly voice,and once again his eyes widened in both shock and a slight horror.

Sitting calmly on the couch,a male dressed in a business-like suit and the woman draped in green sat on opposite sofas. The woman on the couch while the male on the loveseat.
Slowly,Rion approached,only to freeze in reality.


What's the matter Rion?
I feel something bad is about to happen...
How so?
I..it's just a gut feeling,but..


Rion stood,once again raising his hand to his head. What was he just shown? He stood in awe and shock,not understanding the vision of him,only younger,more innocent. His parents looking back and forth between each other as if they didn't believe him or figured he was just imagining things.


"Having fun enjoying your distant memories?"
A voice cackled.

As if like clockwork,Rion spun around to be greeted by another teen around his age,maybe older. The teen was wearing blue overalls,with jet-black hair like a raven's. His left arm was tattooed with a ying-yang and something else,but he couldn't tell due to the dark. What little light was gracing the room,Rion could tell the elder boy in front of him had calico eyes. One blue,one gold.
Was that possible without contacts?

"W-who are you?!"
Rion stuttered,taking a bold step forward.

The jet-black haired teen gave another maniacal cackle and threw his arms to the sides,as if in a hugging state.

"Meeee? I'm Birdman."
The boy said as his body began to become engulfed by a blue-white light,and he vanished,that sinister cackle following shortly.

Birdman? How suiting..
The blonde had no time to waste,Birdman was breaking and entering!




Riiion. Go to sleep Rion.


It seemed like hours since the teen had entered the old mansion that once belonged to the Steiners; his parents,and himself.
The vague memories that were still jarred in his head began to slowly leak out. He remembered the foyer where he first entered,remembered as a child when he played hide-and-seek with a young girl who carried around a doll that looked identical to Raggedy Andy.
He remembered baking cookies with his mother in the kitchen. Remembered his father was a work-a-holic and always asked Rion to help him with stuff. He even remembered the day his parents got into an arguement that left his mother crying for two days in the bathroom.

But the bathroom he stood in was splattered with blood and brain particles. The mirror above the sink was cracked,barely even showing his reflection. Rion stood in front of the blood-caked sink,his hand over his right eye as he stared back at the hundreds of him being projected in the broken mirror.
What happened..?


Rion still has a high fever..
Don't worry,it'll have subsided in the morning.


Exiting the bathroom,the Galerian teen moved down another dimly-lit hallway,the headache he had gotten previous still pulsing hard. Rion leaned against the left hall,almost hugging it with his shoulder as he slowly moved down the hall.


I had nowhere to put it! What if Dorothy found it?
Why couldn't you of hidden it elsewhere?! Of all places,in our child?
It was the only choice Elsa.


Again with the memories of his parents.
The blondeish-brown teen began to slide down the wall he clung to,settling himself onto his bottom with one leg bent up while the other crossed under him.
Why? Why did it seem all these memories seem like yesterday but he didn't remember them until he entered his old home? Could it have been Birdman screwing around with his head? Possibly.

Raising his crossed leg up,Rion wrapped his arms around his knees and leaned his head back,closing his eyelids as if to drown out the darkness around him. It didn't help much. The headache didn't go away.


"My poor little Rion.. Have you given up now?"
Came the voice of Birdman again,the black-haired teen appearing from the blue-white light from previous before Rion. The elder teen bent down and caressed the other's cheek,a smirk playing across his lips.

"Vague memories,they hurt so much,don't they?"
Birdman cackled loudly again as he took his hand from Rion and once again dispersed in the light.


And for the first time,Rion felt trapped.