Through My Eyes

At the beginning

My first memory is of a voice. A soft voice that spoke in a language that I no longer recall but I do remember what the voice had said:

"When you find the reason for your existence, you will know so from the bottom of your heart"

My second memory is waking up, or rather opening my eyes as I was not sleeping, to a world of white. Everywhere around me was snow -- snow from the sky, snow on the ground, and snow on the trees. I do not know how I knew that "snow" was snow or "trees" were trees but I did. Just like how I knew that I was a bear, a polar bear in fact, and that I survived by hunting and eating seals and drinking water. I just knew. The things that I "knew" were like memories of no origin – a whisper at the back of my head. The information was just THERE.

But I did not know the reason for my existence then.

With the knowledge I held, I lived everyday just doing what I needed to survive to the next day – I had no purpose and I travelled the white, cold land alone.

Once, I had found "others" who were the same as me – polar bears – but then when years passed, I realized we were not the same at all. I never aged or grew larger; I stayed the same while the others grew old and died. They may have looked the same as me, white fur, black obsidian eyes, but I stayed the same and I was hated for it, feared for it.

And so I was cast out.

I did not blame them. I did not blame the disgust I saw in their small eyes whenever any of them saw me or their desire to hurt me when I was seen. It was not their fault nor was it mine so I travelled and survived alone, as small as I was.

I lived like this until I found him.

It was a day like any other day. I was searching for seals under the ice, caught one, and then ate it. I cleaned myself with the snow so its blood would not stain my white fur and continued on to find someplace to rest, somewhere where the humans would not find me and hunt me, even though I was too small for it to be of any use.

So I travelled along the white landscape and I would have missed him if not for the small moan he gave when he felt me pass by. Curious, I looked for the source of the sound and when I found it, my breath was caught in my throat as I took in the serene sight.

There, in the snow, was a child of no more than 3 years, naked. His hair was of the palest yellow and his skin was almost white except for the light colour of pink that covered his cheeks and with the snow that surrounded him and dusted his hair, it almost looked like he was glowing.

He was asleep.

Usually, I would have ignored the child as I knew that nothing good will ever happen when associated with humans, but even as I stared at his small face, I knew that, just like me, he was different from his kind as well. Never mind that his hair and skin colour were different from the indigenous humans that lived here, never mind that he was alive and not frozen to death with no fur upon his skin, or never mind that he felt me even though he was asleep – I just knew that he was different from the bottom of my heart.

Oh.

And that was when I realized it. I have found it – my reason of existence. I was meant to find him so simply and surely.

I did not want to take the chance that he could die from the cold which meant that I needed to warm him up. So I dug a small den (as fast as possibly could with my small claws) in a snowdrift, just like how mother polar bears do before they give birth, and brought him into the den. It took awhile as the child was slightly larger than my small body but I managed it and when we were both in the den, I covered his naked body with my own so that my warmth would transfer to his body and shield him from the snow's cold.

I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off the sleep and as I did, I felt the child's arm wrap around my body – it was probably an unconscious action as he was still sleeping. As sleep over took me, I wondered if he knew, just as I did, that we were meant to find each other.

That was our beginning together.

Notes: If you didn't realize it, it's Kumajirou's POV and the child is Canada/Matthew! Timeframe is quite BACK IN THE OLD DAYS. Before any of the Europeans landing on Canada or what!

Yeah so first fanfic EVER I have done and my english sucks so uhh yeahh.... English is my main language but I know I still suck at it so whatever! Haven't written a story in a LONG time either! SO. MANY. PLOT HOLES. Alwell!

I wanted to do story about Kumajirou because I was working on this pathetic doujinshi of mine and in it, Kumajirou comforts Matthew/Canada a lot and I was like "THIS IS WHY MATTHEW NEEDS KUMAJIROU". I was planning to do this as a doujinshi as well but I realized it'll be a bit long so fanfic it is!

I may continue this whenever I have the time~