Rememberance (1/1)

-A small boy runs into the sand box, jumping high into the air and rolling in it. His laughter fills the empty space around as he molds the sand into his imaginary home. Building his small hut, he begins to describe how it would look. "It gunna be a big house! With Mama, and Papa! And me! You too!" He exclaims to no one in particular. "We ganna hab a garden diiiiiiiis big," he says as he opens his arms as wide as possible. "Awso we hab lots and lots of pandas an' birds an' cats an' dogs!" he continues, listing off different kind of animals he learned in school not too long ago. The dark-haired kid rambles on while making his garden and pets next to his shabby sand hut. Occasionally, he'll look up as he speaks then return his attention to his creation. It was as if he was talking to someone people couldn't see.-The faint laughter running through my mind made me open my eyes. He was so innocent then. He never failed to brighten up my day. I laugh at the memory. My hands rub across the green grass; Tao's almost black eyes always glimmered whenever he talked about having a huge house with pets. It always amused me whenever he made creations; most looked odd and disfigured but it was still cute non-the-less. We used to lay on the grass like this all the time when he was younger. I see the sun peering over the clouds that hide me under its shadow. The weather today is like the days we had spent together. I smile at the times when we would play those weird human games. An unknown force causes me to close my eyes again. I openly invite and accept the action, letting it take hold of me. 'I miss those times.'-A few days later, the four-year-old is in his art class doodling alone at his desk. All the other children happily chatting away at what they were drawing: princess, dragons, knights, horses, family, houses, a flower. They tried to pay no mind to the pale boy with pitch black hair talking to the air next to him. Usually he would be with his classmates, discussing his drawings with them as well, but today he seemed preoccupied with that empty space. He had done this a couple times every month; it scared some of the other children and their parents. His teacher watched in worry and decided it was time to talk to her student."Who are you talking to, Tao? Aren't you lonely being here by yourself?" The silky voice drew Tao's attention away from the empty space on his right to the woman crouching to the left of him. His smile broadens when he sees his art teacher. "Nuh-uh! Tao not lonely at all! Tao hab a fwiend rite here!" the little boy cheerily answers as he points to the area he was attentive to not too long ago. A confused expression passes the beautiful woman’s face and Tao understands it. Shoving his sketch book in her face, he points to the odd picture of what looks like to be a man, and a small boy. "Tao talking to Wu Fan!"- My eyes open. Why are these memories coming back? I move my hands towards my hair, brushing them out of my face. I slowly make a move to stand, balancing myself on my feet. The sun is still up in the sky hidden behind the moving clouds, showing itself once in a while. I silently walk towards the large, empty, white house in the farthest corner of my home. There are no doors in this house of mine. There are only walls and windows with gaps to where the doors should have been. I walk into the lonely place, appreciating the silence it held for me. The walls are void of color, yet slightly decorated with picture frames. Down the hallway I go, passing by each portrait that hangs from the colorless wall until I reach the sleeping quarters.Hesitantly, I enter. The walls of my room are covered with drawings that I have done of my Wards, although not very good ones. Some of the sketches that have been done were taken away from my Wards, their art hanging up on these walls, separated by faint blue lines. Some well done, some done poorly. I smile as I look through these pictures; each one tells a story of my Wards and their struggles or achievements. I have been fond of them all, not once did I ever favor one over the other. My footsteps quietly fade and I halt. And yet, why is it now, that I am favoring this one drawing above all the other ones in my collection? Why is it that this picture always catches my eye? Why do I stare at it for hours on end? I touch the old paper gently, stroking each outline. That unknown power returns and forces my eyes to shut once more. 'Why?'-It's not a very good picture to say the least, but it was drawn well enough to distinguish certain features. The little boy was obviously Tao himself, with his big panda eyes and adorable hairstyle. However, the man next to him doesn't seem to fit the drawing in any way. He is the opposite of little Tao. His eyes are a lighter brown- or so it seemed, and his hair was short and yellow- according to the colors that were used. The one thing that stood out to the teacher was that the man had wings. But they weren't angel wings. Rather, they were wings that of a dragon. It made no sense to the teacher. She merely looked at it with deep concern, wondering what had gotten into the young boy."Wu Fan is a big dragon who protects people!" His art teacher couldn't say anything but smile and ask questions about this 'Wu Fan'. After every question that was asked, Tao would quickly answer enthusiastically and proudly; his voice holding nothing back whenever he told a story to his teacher about his 'real' friend.-A chuckle escapes my lips. The way my Ward had said my name was full of happiness and love. He had an innocence that could not be shattered at that age. I gaze at the picture in my hand as I sit against the wall. It has been too long since I last heard my name be spoken. MAMA hardly ever calls me by my name; only calling me her 'dragon'. Even in these memories, it still felt a bit odd to hear the name said. 'A big dragon who protects people, huh?' I push myself off the ground, careful to not ruin any of the other drawings pinned onto my walls. I keep the drawing in my hand as I move about my room, letting my legs take me to wherever they pleased. They lead me out of my room and back into the hallway; they quickly moved to the room across from mine. -Later that week, Little Tao was stopped by a bunch of his older classmates, who had decided they wanted to pick on the freak. They mocked his features and his way of speaking. These problems continued to happen but the little Panda didn't let it bother him. As the weeks and months went by, the bullying had gradually gotten worse, and yet, the little Panda did nothing to provoke it even more, or to even to stop it.Ah. This memory.However, one day the bullies had crossed the line causing the usually passive six year old to break into a fit of rage. He had scratched and punched two of his bullies, pulled the hair of another, and kicked the leader in a place that his mother had told him to never kick. The boys had cried out in pain and wailed so loud that the teachers had to rush in. When they entered the room in front of them were five children: two holding their faces and arms, one wailing while holding his hair, another yelling in pain, and the other silently crying as he tries to piece back together his precious statue.-My steps fell into a soft rhythm as I walked through the varying sized pillars, each holding a craft of some sort. They come to a stop the moment they reached their destination. A small smile finds its way onto my face for in front of me was the unbroken statue that had belonged to my Ward and on its left, was the statue that was broken by those classmates. An interesting piece crafted and molded by Tao; the statue had been molded fairly well, what a shame that it was ruined before it could be finished. Little Tao's masterpiece was made with clay and was formed into a shape of two animals.  A bit odd at first, it consisted of what seemed to be a dragon expanding his wings, ready to take flight and there on his back was a small little panda sitting, pointing forward as if commanding him to take off. I hear the small voice ring in my ears asking if he could soar up to the heavens with me, if I would come to his side the instant he called my name. A bitter smile comes across my face, 'If I could Zi Tao, I would. I would fly down to you right now.'I grab the unbroken one with my empty hand and walk out into the balcony. The wind blows in my golden locks and I look up to the sky. More memories flash through my mind, none of them truly mine; all of them belongs to my precious Ward. Now I know why they came to me, those memories. He must be looking through his old cardboard box, reminiscing of the times when he was a kid, trying to remember who he drew and why. That's right. To him, I am a blur in his memory. To him, I am erased from his mind. To him, it is a face he cannot see again. But as of right now the way things are, that small glimpse he had of me that night replaces that blank face. In his mind, he's slowly piecing back to together all his memories of us. I know he is, because his mind is not blocked from mine right now. I know because I feel his emotions. Soon enough he'll remember everything. And when that time comes, it'll be erased again. Everything will return to its proper place and he will be assigned a different guardian. I will lose him and he will lose me. I tightly hold the balcony ledges. I grip it until my knuckles are white. The thought of losing Zi Tao is something I never want to think of.Even if I destroy the balance, I will go to his side. Even if destruction occurs, I will never leave his side. My job is to protect him, and protect him I shall.  A/N:Sha-bam! Finally after so many weeks, I did it! I updated my Taoris fanfiction! woopwoop! Confetti~ <3 Happy Valentines day 8D Here's a cheer to another chapter completed! Thank you for waiting out for so long you guys ; u ; I hope I didn't disappoint!