The Bigger Picture Still Is Incomplete

A Day In The Fated Future

Location - Unknown

(Dazai Crowley's POV)

The sixth person in the photo, the one who I assumed to be me, was about the tallest of the three children in the known frame.

But that was probably my imagination since the second boy with the sleepy eyed expression was about the same height as me to the point the difference in size was extremely hard to notice. 

According to the picture, with blue eyes and skin that had seen some hard times, I had short and some rather unkempt black hair.

At first glance, it was so eye-catching to me that it made me wonder if I didn't like using a lot of hair gel. Make no mistake, though seeming to be a little on the wild side, it still retained this sense of care.

Besides, the real main detail that caught my attention was one of specific cuffs of my hair, or rather the color. In one corner of my head, one of my bangs was snow white, a shade completely contradicting the majority of my natural hair color. 

Don't tell me I was into dying my hair. Eh, atleast I chose the color white instead of some hideous shade of green or pink. But those thoughts changed when I looked towards the girl on my right hand side. 

If my memories weren't playing any tricks on me, I think that was my twin sister, Alice. 

While Roy and I had given off casual expressions, indifferent smiles and gestures, Alice was arched a little ways forward towards the faraway camera with the widest grin on her face. 

The joy she gave off exuded this cheerful and optimistic type of innocence one would only expect from a sister. Well, atleast in fantasy standards anyways. Something told me that she was more than just a "handful". I wonder why though….

In any case, I noticed that Alice's hair was the polar opposite of mine. It was long and straight with a bit of curlage on the ends. With hair smooth and pristine, she seemed to be one who put more effort in her physical appearances then her older brother. 

What was interesting however was the fact that not a single strand of her hair was black unlike mine. In fact, it was white as snow itself, in a shade similar to the mysterious color on my bang. 

Perplexed by this particular detail, I looked to the two of the three adults who were behind us, possibly our blood related parents, to confirm something.

Surely enough though, when I looked at Troy, my father, and Carla, my mother, I noticed they too also had pure black hair as well. Not to mention in a shade that looked too natural to properly replicate with dye.

This clearly wasn't the work of genetics, but for some reason, I also doubted this was caused by a grave sickness either.

Whatever this white hair deal was, it must have come from something else entirely. There was a reason behind our unnatural shade of white hair.

A story that speaks of darkness, pain, suffering and most definitely, hardship. Although I wasn't able to recognize the proper details at this point in time, my subconscious was able to tell.

Something that could've brought us great misery and misfortune to all the people we held dear….

That was what my thoughts told me anyways.

Why am I feeling this sense of dread? Whatever it was, the topic of our hair colors was most definitely a rabbit hole too deep for my mind to handle right now. 

Understanding that I need to save that story for another time, I shake my head free from its influence before moving onto other matters. After all, I'm still missing a lot of important context to how I got in this situation in the first place. 

"Where are we?" 

That's the very first thing I need to have answered.

"Beats me, but it seems like we're in your bedroom." 

"I can tell, but something isn't right here. You say this is my room, but at the same time it isn't. Does it have something to deal with that "void" you mentioned?"

Unsure how to answer, she took a moment to think, even unconsciously placing her fingers on her chin to insinuate her becoming lost in thought. 

Thankfully, I didn't need to wait too long before she eventually replied.  

"So I was right, you were able to sense it." 

"Sense what? The qualities that this room is lacking? Is that why you quote-unquote called it a void?" 

She nodded before looking around the room again.   

"I'm just going on out on a limb here, but if I was to make a guess, this room would probably be some sort of physical fabrication of your memories."  

A what now?  I mean it sounds self explanatory and I understood the terms she was using, but I couldn't help but feel confused to hear such a theory out loud. 

This was a physical room we're talking about, right?

How could it be "connected" to someone's brain?  Nevertheless, their memories? 

Then again, it didn't sound too farfetch'd to dismiss.

After all, not even a moment ago, mysterious clots of light had appeared out of thin air before becoming objects merely a second after I recalled the same faces I saw on the new family photo.  

Wait a second. 

"Then those lights we saw earlier, do they have some relation to the memories I got back?" 

"If this room is indeed connected to your memories, then it would only make sense for it to change once you recall some more of the details. If so, then I would assume those lights were symbolic to the lost fragments you were able to regain." She replied. 

Simple observation and logic gave way to more understanding about my situation. 

Atleast now I know how this "room" functions. 

Still, that doesn't mean all my questions have been answered. But just when I was about to ask another question, Blair unintentionally interrupted me. 

"However, as nice as it is to finally see some progress, this room isn't exactly "complete" yet."