Her touch was soft and gentle, the moment of another person finally touching her after so long. Yuki flinched a little, though not at her touch. The sensation of feeling another person that she could feel not just malleability but actual, warm resistance. "You're so warm..." Yuki slowly reached up after her tears had been wiped away, her fingers slowly wrapped around Kyrenai's hand as she focused on that feeling. It was so distant, yet, familiar. Her brows softened at the touch of the other woman but the eyes were a window to the soul, and hers showcased her confusion at what was going on. "It's been so long since I've been able to feel something."

She graciously accepted Yuki's cloak to wrap around her and was able to begin to warm up. The woman exhaled and then smiled at her crimson counterpart. A rare thing for the woman, even back before they had met, she normally had a nasty case of RBF. So seeing it now was a little shocking given the gap of time. "Thank you." she said genuinely, her cheeks reddening a little as her mind was still hazy. Her eyes focused on Kyrenai's again as she focused on that face again. Why did it remind her of something? Her expression faltered as suddenly, a sharp pain came to her head.

Yuki recoiled in a silent hiss as something back to her mind.

- - - - - -

It was dusk, where the sun kissed the earth to bid farewell as the moon was still barely visible in the sky. Flashes of steel lay heavy in the sky above. Silhouettes struck out in her mind, though she couldn't see anything. They were pale mannequins, void of any identifiable features.

Except for one. It flashed briefly in her mind, but was one that had stuck in her mind for so long. It was Kyrenai's, turned into a crying mess.

Was this something they had done together?
Or was this the last thing she saw before she had passed on?

- - - - - -

Yuki came back holding her forehead, huffing as her heart rate had increased. She wasn't sure why she could gauge how fast it was in a few seconds, but it was another veiled quirk locked behind a curtain of the currently unknown.

"S-Sorry, I just...remembered seeing you. Somewhere else." The blue haired woman slowly helped get back onto her feet again. The grass beneath her toes felt nice. Touch was still so foreign to her, after an eternity of not being able to do much of it. Her wobbling legs was a dead giveaway of her physical capabilities. Blue nails slowly held onto her form without being aware of doing so. "Where are we?" she asked Kyrenai.

The scenery looked so...not where they had met last. Where the hell was that though? Everything just confused her and it was only putting her more on edge and getting annoyed. Her eyes explored around the scenery once she had met Kyrenai in full. All the things looked so alien and foreign to her. She looked to Kyrenai again, looking to the sky.

"Are you...real, Kyrenai? Why can't I remember anything? Is this another dream again? I don't understand..."

Kyrenai Black

She stood there, standing across from the crimson haired woman whose name circled her mind. It was her sole purpose in this life, just a name. No orders or thoughts, but a strong desire to seek her out thought the reason why was still shrouded in mystery. Her bare form was revealed to her, as pure and bare as the day she had been born. Yet the woman known to her in her soul as Kyrenai didn't seem to mind one bit. She walked forward in a confident stride towards her with a flower in hand. It was quite beautiful, enough to distract her from her task for all but a brief moment.

But why did it make her feel so weird about it?

"Little...Blue." She repeated. That nickname felt familiar, much like everything else this woman had caused her so far. Yet she stood, huffing in a body still adjusting to breathing and resting from her prone position for a while. As Kyrenai moved in front of her, she looked up to watch her gloved hands gently tuck the flower inside of her hair. They were warm and felt nice against her own. Pale cheeks felt a tinge of color add themselves to her face as the soft weight of the flower made itself known in her hair. A moment shared between two people so obviously close. Yet she was still uncertain. Her eyes lingered on Kyrenai's for a moment as her expression changed. That's when she heard that name.

Yuki. It was her. That was her name.

Her head felt the pressure of a vice grip crushing her temples into pieces while looking on with a confused glance. Kyrenai seemed so unsure and confused, and something felt wrong about that. Another hand placed itself on her cheeks, the blue haired woman watching while her own inner thoughts were trying to untangle themselves. Her...Yuki's hand slowly rose to place her hand on Kyrnai's shoulder, as if to help her calm herself, though maybe it could have the exact opposite. "I...I'm Yuki?" she asked her companion, still puzzled as ever.

Why couldn't she remember? Who was this woman in front of her? Why did she knew her name? Why couldn't she stop this faint feeling of excitement?

Her hands slowly wrapped around the woman's as she watched the tears fall from her eyes. Yuki pressed her head against the other woman's in a way that felt natural.

"Kyrenai." It slipped from her lips as she squeezed her again. The hug was comfortable, a soft reminder that she was going to be okay. Something nagging in the back of her head reminded her that this woman was important to her. "I...I don't remember...B-But I heard your voice...Calling out to me for so long. Why do I know you?..." Yuki fussed, getting her brows furrowed as she had in the past when they were students together. That frustrated sigh and bratty pout had become more softspoken and hesitant now.

Oh. She didn't even notice that she was crying. Yuki looked over at the redhead for a moment as tears flowed down her own pale cheeks. "I'm glad I'm with you now..."

Kyrenai Black

It was so strange to walk in the darkness. A path without a destination. A dream without an end. The details had once been so grandiose and vivid when she had first experienced this. It was a strange sense that had overcome her when she first did come here. She felt at peace. And there were others. Other swirls of color. Something had guided them here for some purpose that had been long forgotten. No matter it was, She did not care anymore. There was no suffering or bad things here. Not while being here. And yet, she called out for somebody. A name that eluded her, yet her being would whine time and time again.

But over time, no matter how hard she chose to ignore it, they were darkening. The flowers lost their luster, the skies are darkened into an infinite drivel. Some time ago, all the colors had disappeared, leaving just white lines and an eternal darkness that never ended. She had been walking it for some time. Enough that the once colorful meadow had been but a vague recollection. Any specifics had been all but lost. There had once been something, but now, nothing. It had been some time since she had felt the feeling of something.

It grabbed at her very being and pulled. It was slight at first. A minor annoyance before eventually, it would continue until it overpowered her. She struggled against whatever had her until she plunged through the very ground that she had once walked on top of. yet inside, the darkness was receding. The colors that she had yearned for had seeped all the way down here? She wanted to experience each one again. So many combinations, brilliants strokes of a brush. And as it all would fade into a piercing white light...

And then, She was not here, but somewhere.

Her sight was blurred and strained. Her entire being hurt. But a sickened cough went through her throat. Where was she? This was not where she had been long ago. Yet as she looked down, the woman was greeted by robes of white covering her naked form. But any recollection about her was...less than rewarding. Nothing. She had remembered just vague things in her mind. Like somebody had smeared ink across a photograph. Who even was she? Shaking legs would slowly pick her up as she made her way up and took her first, burning breath of air.

She coughed again, grasping at a nearby tree for sturdiness while rubbing her head. Her throat ached, and any attempts at speaking was accompanied by a death rattle. The shade felt wonderful against her, having been awoken in some kind of strange landscape. Was this some new world or experience? She slowly lurched forward while trying to remember anything in her mind.

~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~

How long had it been since she began this journey? The damned worlds here merged together all too much. She continued to trudge her way through the meadow she was inside of. Her robes had worn off some time ago, having been caught in a branch on torn asunder. But yet, she continued to walk forward while grumbling to herself. There was a crimson figure off in the distance as she looked on. Normally, a part of her would have demanded she walk away and avoid suspicion, but Arceus, this color, this thing, this...person? It called to her. A name suddenly shot into her mind as she began to walk closer.

"Kuh..Yuh...Ni..." It was soft at first, barely a whisper. But as she said it more and more, she could feel something for the first time in what felt like an eternity. "Kya...nee" Again. "Kur-nah." And again. "Kyr-ni" Her shuffling continued, limping towards the shade of red as she clutched her head, fingers strained against her icy locks while her free hand would reach forward as she was within range of this woman. Maybe she'd sense her presence, but she stopped some feet before her. An expression of pain on her face. The exhaustion of her journey, the confusion of where and who she was. Even the sense that she somehow knew this woman somehow. It hit her at once. Her dried, plump lips would hesitate before speaking up for the first time in an eternity. A familiar voice that the woman in red had longed to hear.

"Kyrenai." She said, standing in the field of blue poppy as the wind slowly ran through her long hair. She coughed, not used to speaking so quickly with a throat comprised mostly of dust and earth as the woman knelt. "Hurts. Talking."

Kyrenai Black

YUKI HANAKATA

HISTORY

Yuki hails from central Kanto, born into a family of traditionalists. Unlike the ever evolving modern culture of Kanto, her family opted to keep to the value and lessons of old, being known as meikos and shrine keepers that tended to the many shrines around the region. These unassuming folk held a dark secret unbeknownst to most in their lands, training generation after generation of assassins, shinobi, psychics, and more.

Like many other children of her clan, Yuki was raised to follow such a code. Her parents remained staunch supporters of this way of life, teaching their bundle of joy many such abilities. She ran constantly to achieve the best time, practiced archery, even learned her way around basic sword fighting. It was all so exhilarating, and she was among the top students. In her particular school of study, the crowned jewel was being taught the exclusive style of swordsmanship that was passed on from one master to the next. Only one student could ever learn, the strongest of all four schools.

But yet, Yuki found herself bored of the constant exercises and lessons. She rose through the ranks in record time and made it to the final eight students when she met another girl that she took a mild annoyance in meeting. @kyrenai , whose fiery red hair clashed with her own blue locks. While they started off on rough terms, the two eventually grew to be quite close with one another. Their spars and practice times had developed a bond between the two training blademasters. Many a passerby said that their strikes against one another was nothing short of unsung poetry. When off the battlefield, the two were inseparable from one another.

But then came the day when there were only two left. The final battle to determine the successor of her family's beloved style. Much to her horror, Yuki found herself pitted against Kyrenai herself. She steeled herself for the incoming battle and raised her blade to strike.

Their battle was long and fierce, and as hesitation between the two held true, her grandfather would remain adamant. Only one was to inherit the style of her family. Their blades clashed against one another, as the two women were worn. Yuki looked into those fearsome red eyes as she couldn't ignore the fact any longer. The nights they spent along as kids giggling and talking, the long walks at dusk, that feeling Yuki had whenever the woman would compliment her or even listening to her speak about anything that interested her.

Yuki loved her dearly, more than any friend or sister. So as it came time for one more clash, she loosened her grip on her weapon, raising her ring finger and pinky slightly enough so any impact would disarm her. Their blades met again as Yuki closed her eyes and felt the cold steel pierce through her chest. The final moments in this world were spent holding onto Kyrenai, voice quivering as her words were quiet. She willed herself to say what she had always wanted to, but her final breaths had cut short as Yuki passed on.

It was strange, a floating dream. She didn't know how she had come to be like this. Imprisoned in an endless void of faded colors and a sense of helplessness. Every movement forward brought with it an uncertain path as a pyramid of colors and sensations greeted her.

It had been so long since she had arrived here that she had forgotten much. Every step through this place was endless. Was this some sort of hell? A place that she was destined to remain forever? She continued down this path, numbed to the details of this strange place. Who was she? Where was she? What was she? It didn't truly matter in this world she came to find herself in. All there was to do was keep moving.

She continued on further and further until after some countless millennia, or what felt like it, the color would return. It was strange, this new viscera that had been absent before. Being near them made her feel warm, as she engulfed herself in their embrace. More and more things slowly continued to pop in. Shapes, details, smells, even tastes. Before she could even wonder what had happened, she would feel herself pulled into the air…

A deep gasp of precious oxygen flooded into the woman's nostrils. It burned the insides of her nose, feeling her heart beating rapidly. It took a moment for her to recognize what had happened as she looked down at herself. No longer was there an absence of body as she was greeted by a naked, feminine body. Her hands pressed down, pinched and felt all around her to ensure that this wasn't another vivid experience in whatever hell she had been inside of. Any attempt at going through her mind for a semblance of where she was proved fruitless. There wasn't anything to really remember. She didn't know where she was, who she was, or why she had suddenly been transported back into reality. Or what felt like it.

Her breathing calmed itself after a while and the being slowly rose to its feet. Legs shook with an uncertainty and even standing straight almost sent her back down, but she clutched onto a nearby tree for support as she steadied herself. A figure stood out in her empty head. A figure with hair as red as the leaves. She didn't know who this person was, but she must have been important to her. A bare, freezing cold foot took the first step of many, grunting in discomfort. It was a second chance at life for an unknown reason. Her mind focused more and more as a name had slowly began to appear in her mind. With weak, dry lips, she spoke the first words in ages that would drive her forward.

"Kyrenai…"

CURRENT PLOTS

WHAT LIES FORGOTTEN
Yuki has awoken in a world that's had some amount of time pass. While not coming back from the stone age, it's still a bit much for her to grow accustomed to. Before her death, she had been trained from birth to be a stoic, cold and repressed individual whose work was sold to the highest bidder. She can't recall anything beyond that woman, but things pop up every now and again. How to twirl a knife between her fingers, vault across walls, even hand-to-hand combat. It all surprises the woman as she slowly comes closer and closer to regaining her memories...

SEEKING:

• League (civilian) and Rocket (unaligned) characters she may have met before
• Those is high places or deep pockets
• Or even the politeness of a new friend

EXPANDING HORIZONS
Yuki had been groomed into being who she was in the past. A stern woman that was to be feared and respected. But now? She's a confused, quiet woman whose RBF puts many a person off. Despite this, she's begun to slowly discover a sense of individuality. Experiencing things that normal people typically have done since they were kids.

Maybe you met one day and she questions you about every little thing you do. Or an unlikely meeting blossoms into a new hobby. Anything new to her is something worth investigating!

SEEKING:

• Pokémon racers or speed demons
• Martial artists or swordmasters
• Athletes, professional or recreational
• Cooks, bakers, dessert makers
• Anybody from any kind of background as long as it's made interesting!

OTHER PLOT HOOKS

PAST CONNECTIONS

• Previous clients
• Former targets or family of them that have unfinished business with her
• Anybody who may have been in Kanto prior to the Rocket takeover
• Those who knew of her prior to her death

NEW CONNECTIONS

• Friends and allies willing to help jog her memory
• Seeking a purpose in a second chance at life
• Anybody with ice type Pokemon (her favorite)

RELATIONS

ACQUAINTANCES

FRIENDS

• XXX

LOVERS

YUKI'S INFAMY FILE

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE X PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE

INTRODUCTORY BLURB

SUBTITLE - QUOTE - LYRIC

Yuki is a stoic yet fascinated woman that wanders Hoenn, hunting for anything that can help her recover whatever lost memories lie dormant inside of her mind. As a result of the events of PER ASPERA AD ASTRA: MT. PYRE, her soul escaped from the BORDER BETWEEN LIFE& DEATH and wandered in The Wilds before her resurrection. This return to life is not without consequence, as the time spent since her death has given her a bout of amnesia towards her past. She can't recall anything besides fleeting streaks of places, things and more. But one thing she can remember is a particular woman that is present in her memories. The key to it remembering everything, Kyrenai Black .

PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

WHAT CAN BE LOOKED UP

• Yuki was primarily active in the Kanto region before it was taken over. She grew up there and frequently traveled around.
• Served in the Kanto forces for a time before being discharged before duty.
• According to her death certificate, she passed away several years ago.
• Whereabouts unknown, though rumors are circulating of seeing her across Hoenn.

LEAGUE KNOWLEDGE

POINTS OF INTEREST FOR THE LEAGUE FACTION

see PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

• Yuki worked as an assassin for hire and took multiple jobs between League and Rocket before her death.

ROCKET KNOWLEDGE

POINTS OF INTEREST FOR TEAM ROCKET FACTION

see PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

• Yuki worked as an assassin for hire and took multiple jobs between League and Rocket before her death.

PRIVATE KNOWLEDGE

PERSONAL SECRETS

• Discomfort around swords and bladed objects