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[size=11pt]Something was going on. There was a prickling at the back of his head, like he had to sneeze, or an itch on the inside of his head. It grew from a small itch to a very weird sense of deja vu. Where had this feeling come from? He had had it before, he knew he did! It was so famililar, but everything in is brain seemed to be just out of reach at the moment.

The itching sensation vanished just as quick as it appeared. The loss of that sensation made Buckpaw close his eyes, searching the depths of his brain for the source. Where had he felt that before? It was something so utterly simple, yet just out of reach. A name... Yes, someone he knew gave him that feeling. Who was it?

As he thought, Buckpaw had a strange sense of violation. Almost as if someone had done what he did to toms. Only more intimate.

The word exploded into his mind along with a whole bunch of other memories. Memories upon memories crashed into his mind. Parents, friends, siblings, fights, meetings, loss, anguish, Windclan, BloodClan, Loner, AQUILUS! Everything shot into his head as if released by something, but the moment his old partner came out, everything stopped.

That's where the feeling came from. It was the same feeling he had when Aquilus would talk to him, or even stand near him. It was the same feeling he had when one of Aquilus's power came into play.

Buckpaw's earlier suspicions had been correct. This stranger was a mind read and a damn good one at that.

With claws stingy and every neuron in his brain on high alert, Buckpaw slowly opened his eyes. He was looking straight ahead at a tree about ten fox-lengths away. If he works the same as Aquilus, I can't look at him. Not even once.

Friendliness? Is that what he was detecting? The urge to kill he had been picking up off the tom early had suddenly been changed to something less... sinister. But friendliness? Oh man. What the hell just happened? Making a joke? Is it fake? Emotions were his skill so he would be able to tell if they were faked; They were definitely not faked this time.

Buckpaw hesitated, his eyes shaking as he struggled not to look down at the tom. "Ha... Lame." he said his voice coming out hoarse and strained.

The tabby unhooked his claws from the branch and shakily made his way down to the lowest branch on the tree. "You know about Aquilus right? And you probably know his skill. Right?" His words came out very shaky, but he managed not to look at him. "I bet you don't know how strong my mind is and how sensitive it is though. Especially when others poke at it."

Buckpaw's eyes sparked with happiness as he made a joke. (However a weak joke, it was a joke) He hadn't done that in a long time. Not since his first days with Aquilus. Even then it hadn't been like this. It had been more of an evil laugh as they plotted their next victims.

The tabby suddenly felt a closeness to this tom; A closeness he hadn't had with anyone, not even his parents. Everything about him, this cat probably knew and Buckpaw knew nothing about him. Yet he felt so close to him. Like he knew him already.

Buckpaw lowered his eyes to the ground and sighed. "Don't think of me as a sicko. I'm not like that. Really, I'm not." His voice shook and he actually felt wetness seeping out of his eyes. "It was all because of him! That Bastard! He took everything from me! Ruined my childhood, took my family, my home. Even then, I still loved him. He was my father! How couldn't I? Then, I just watched him die... Why did I do that! I could have saved him, made him explain to me why! Why he would do such a thing. Why he wanted it to be just me...

But no. I let him die. And what do I get for that? I get a freak. The dark forests own creation. I am a freak!" Buckpaw had never thought about his father that way. He had loved him. That had never struck his mind. Hatred was his main association with his father, Love had never been in there. Not until now.

This stranger had brought out Buckpaw's true self, and this time, he didn't care that he was crying. It felt better to be in front of someone who knew him and knew why he was crying.

"Because of my doings. Because of what I didn't do. I am a freak." Then Buckpaw did the unthinkable. He looked up, directly at the other tom. His eyes filled with tears, but he broke down all the barriers he had set on his mind. Crushed them all. This stranger needed to see everything about him. Everything. Buckpaw needed to know the deepest, darkest secrets about himself. The things his memory didn't want him to know about.[/size]