Chapter 1

Hikaru had just fallen asleep in the middle of our go game, and I was leaving. Too bad I never got to say farewell.

My spirit was carried out the open window on the afternoon breeze.

"I wish you well, Hikaru. I now understand my purpose in returning from the dead," I whispered, drifting along in the wind as I was carried up into the sky. I had no more worries now. Hikaru would be fine, although I would never be able to see him again.

Wait, WHAT???

"HIKARUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MISSS YOUUUUUU!!!!!" I shouted tearfully. "DON'T MAKE ME LEAVE YET!!!! YOU STILL NEED MEEEEEE!!!"

Suddenly, a strong tug started to drag me along, to my final resting place. "I don't want to go yet! Leave me alone!" I shouted while trying to claw my way free. But I still ended up getting sucked into the darkness.

…..."my voice, can you hear it?"

So this is what true death is like, I thought dreamily. It really does feel like you're asleep.....

"Miss, can you hear me? Nurse, are you sure she is waking up?"

"Sir, her monitor shows some significant brain activity."

"Can you hear my voice?"

"Tell me doctor, will my daughter wake up?"

That poor mother, her daughter is probably floating along to death, like I am.

Suddenly I felt tickling my feet. HEY!

I sat bolt upright, only to see myself in bed and a distraught woman, a male and female dressed in white gathered around me in a stark white room.

"You always did have ticklish feet," a boy whom I seemed to have overlooked chuckled and said.

"Who are you all? Is this heaven or hell? Where's Hikaru?" I asked in a single breath.

Comments flooded in, none of which answered my questions.

"She seems to suffer from amnesia. It occasionally occurs in coma victims."

"Dear! What are you talking about? You're very much alive."

"Hikaru? Who's that? Don't tell me you've been cheating on me!"

"What are you all talking about? Cheating? The only time I've cheated was when I was helping Hikaru! What's this ameesha thing? What coma? I've been dead for several thousand years! And why are you calling me a SHE? I may have long hair, but I'm CLEARLY male!"

I was met with blank stares.

"Will someone get her a mirror?" The white-clad man finally spoke.

The female in white brought over a mirror to me, which I took suspiciously.

I looked in the mirror, and staring back at me with a surprised look was a young girl of about fifteen, with large brown eyes and long black hair that fell around her like a curtain, making her look even smaller than she was.

"This isn't me." I blinked, disoriented.

The boy smirked. "Boy are you confused, Miyabi."

"Who are you? Why are you calling me Miyabi? I'm Fujiwarano Sai, from the Heian Era," I replied, frowning.

"Miss," the the lady in white said gently, "You have lost your memories. You are Akiyama Miyabi, daughter of this woman here, Akiyama Kanako."

"I'm insulted. You don't even remember your childhood friend Kenta!" the boy said, hurt.

"Who are you two in white anyways? You look like messengers of death," I asked.

"Dear, that's really rude of you. If it weren't for these two, you would be.... gone already" The woman, apparently my mother, reprimanded.

The man (a dock-tor?) smiled slightly. "In a sense, you're correct, but I prefer to be called a doctor. And the lady over there is a nurse. She assists me in healing people."

"Oh, why didn't you just tell me you were a healer? That would have made things so much easier."

The dock-tor(?) and norse(?) looked at each other. "This is going to take a while, isn't it?" sighed the norse.