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AN: Well, my first Hana Yori Dango fic! Hope you like it. I notice not many people post up fics in this category… that's pretty sad if you ask me. I hope to see more Hana Yori Dango fics in time to come. ^__^
**Sacrifice Your Love**
Chapter one
The girl's fists were shaking slightly as the two boys advanced her. She had nowhere to run with a brick wall behind her. There was the taste of fresh blood in her mouth and her body ached with purple bruise and scratches.
It was cold in this dark alley; Makino Tsukushi asked herself why the hell is she dumb enough to take this dead end as her escape route. Yes, she was trying to escape from these two boys.
What did they want from her? She was just a normal Japanese girl wandering around the dark streets of New York at midnight. Makino took a step back and felt the cool wall pressing against her back as one of the boy tried to grab her arm.
"There's no use struggling, you're trap." The blond haired boy spoke in perfect Japanese and grinned. "Give in to us and I promise we'll be gentle on you." He eyed the bare skin underneath Tsukushi's torn shirt.
There was a flash of anger passing by in Tsukushi's chocolate eyes. She gritted her teeth. Why does this always happen to her? Everyone is trying to take advantage of her. "Touch me and die." Tsukushi spoke in perfect English and almost smirked if her bleeding lips allowed her to.
As if he felt humiliated, the blond haired boy pounced at her with the other bulky brown haired boy joining him.
(After fifteen minutes)
Tsukushi brushed off the dust from her shorts. She winced as her hand accidentally hits her wounded knee. "I should have killed you guys." Glaring at the two boys lying on the ground, she considered whether to do so.
"W-who the fuck are you………" One of the boys whispered and groaned in agony. Tsukushi guessed it was the blond haired boy. Then she remembered his question.
"Who………?" The familiar worried and sorrow feeling came crushing in her chest again. Tsukushi managed to form a bitter smile. "I don't know." She turned and walked out of the alley.
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Finally, she found a place to rest. It turned out to be a bench in the middle of the park. Under the bright streetlight, she examined her wounds and decided it wasn't as bad as she thought.
It was quiet with the sounds of cricket's accompanying her only. There was not a soul in sight. Tsukushi had seen enough unfamiliar faces today anyway. Her stomach rumbled. She tried to ignore it. Leaning with her face looking up at the starless sky, she once again asked herself the question.
[Who am I?]
Two months since she awaken in Gin's place, wrapped in bandages like a mummy and she still can't remember a thing apart from her own name.
[Gin.]
Tsukushi frowned. Gin was always there for her those two months. He was a man in his early thirties, undeniably handsome and kind. Well, at least until this morning.
Two months ago, Tsukushi woke up in an unfamiliar bed. She can barely move and the pain was killing her. That wasn't the worst part. Her nightmare begins when she realized couldn't remember anything else but her name.
Gin explained that he had found her bleeding heavily and unconscious on the beach. He found no passport or any of her belongings. It was an invincible rule that she wasn't allowed to ask Gin any personal question.
Later on, Gin took care of Tsukushi. Making her laugh when she was down, preparing her meals and just plainly caring for her.
Very easily, she had fallen deeply for Gin. And she would have given anything up for him. Anything including her lost memories. It was only the conversation she eavesdropped this morning woke her up from her daydream.
Gin was talking to some other guy in the living room. She was supposed to do a favour for Gin and take a visit to the grocery shop. Gin did not expect Tsukushi to forget her purse, did not expect her to eavesdrop neither did he expected Tsukushi to hear about the 'business' he was currently doing.
Tsukushi tear a bit of cloth from her torn shirt and wiped some of her blood away. Never would she suspect Gin to be a drug dealer. And she was his guinea pig for the latest kind of drug. She shuddered at the mere thought and told herself it was right of her to run away from him.
It all comes down to one thing. She was alone with no one to trust. Being alone is painful to her. Gin happened to be the thing that was keeping her sane for the past two months. But she knows now, what is the feeling of being alone.
[Is there anyone out there I could trust?!] She was tempted to yell out. [Take me home! Tell me who I am! Please help me………] The words were glued inside her throat. [Yeah right, as if some miracles would happen.]
Tsukushi threw the blood-covered cloth on the bench and bit her lower lip to stop her tears from falling. [Somebody……… Anybody……… please save me.]
A drop of water hits her bare thigh. It wasn't her tear. Tsukushi muttered a curse as more drops of cold water starts to pour from the sky. Of any nights to have rain, why the hell did it have to rain when she didn't have any shelter?
On any normal person's reflects, one would quickly find shelter. But for tonight, Tsukushi didn't want to be 'normal'. She allowed the rain to wash her lost soul. She closed her eyes and lifted her head so the raindrops hit her face directly.
She knows she wasn't strong, and she knows she would get sick but screw that. If the gods in heaven want her to make an ass out of herself, she would gladly be one.
After a long moment, she slowly opened her eyes and saw a beautiful picture. The raindrops made a colourful rainbow using the dull orange streetlight. Tsukushi closed her eyes again to hear the steady rhythms of the rain that were like music to her.
It was like attending a ball. With the streetlight and the raindrops as the lights from chandeliers, the rain itself plays a role of the music. She sighed when she realized one important thing is missing. [What's missing………] Tsukushi blinked her eyes open.
Not knowing why, her heartbeat was picking up speed. And then, she saw it, a pair of black leather shoes outside the surrounding of the orange streetlight. Someone was standing there.
And 'he' was coming closer. Breathing became optional for Tsukushi as the person stepped into the orange light. [What's missing………was my partner.]
The man's matted wet hair was black colour like hers, accompany with a pair of mysterious black orbs and pale lips that annoyed Tsukushi. [Annoyed?] She felt her face turn hot as she gulped.
[Who is he?] Tsukushi did not felt uncomfortable with him staring at her and she, staring at him. He was like an open book. All his expressions were written on his face. The shocked, pained and angered mixed with……… love?
She stared at the palm that he suddenly reached out. Why is his palm familiar? As if she had held it so many times. Without opening her mouth, she knows what her choices were. Tell him to fuck off or take his hand.
[He could be Gin number two!!] A tiny voice in her head shouted. [Be careful! You might end up hurting yourself again! Don't take his hand!] She continued to stare at the palm.
[Tell him to go away! You don't even know him! Let alone trust him!] The voice became louder.
Tsukushi wondered how long will the palm stay there. She slowly stretched out her right fist towards the seemingly warm hand. [Oh my god!! What are you doing?? Don't you ever learn your lesson??] The voice screamed.
When her fist was directly on top of his hand, she hesitated. [Good! That's it, move away from the big bad hand………]
[Shut the hell up and take his hand.] Another voice commanded. Tsukushi did as told and placed her hand on his. Her heart did the flip-flop when he tightens his grip on her hand. He held her hand firmly but gently, giving her all the comfort and warmth he had.
The next few things he did almost made Tsukushi cried, it's been very long since she felt this touched. He pulled her up from the bench and proceeds to take off his long black coat. She could feel his body heat still lingering when he wrapped the coat around her small, cold body.
Then he carried her up. Bridal style. Without saying anything to her, he starts to walk. Tsukushi wrapped her arms around the man's neck and breath in his scent. It was no wonder she felt safe with him. Tsukushi had no doubt that she was connected with this man.
She was tired, warm and so darkness came to claim her as she falls into a deep sleep inside his embrace. This man's arms were actually Tsukushi's home.
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[Warm. Why isn't it warm anymore?] Tsukushi had her eyebrows tied into a knot as she searched blindly for the lost body heat. After an unsuccessful search, she opened her eyes unwillingly. And found out that she was lying on a pure white king-sized bed.
Scratch that. The bed is bigger than any king-sized bed. Suddenly remembering where she had left off before falling asleep, Tsukushi shot up straight. Her view immediately turned to a naked board back facing her.
It took all her might to stop herself from screaming. The man, with his shirt off, was searching for something inside the wardrobe. Quite suddenly, he turned around, in time to catch Tsukushi 'admiring' his naked back.
"You're awake." He said quietly while taking long strides towards her. Tsukushi had her head bent down in order to hide her beetroot coloured face. She thinks that this man had a wonderfully throaty voice even if he had just said two words.
She wanted to hear more of his voice. And that thought made her blush redder. As if she just realized she might have dirtied the snowy white bed sheets with her blood (not forgetting she was wet too), Tsukushi stood up.
The man was now standing in front of her. He tilted his head slightly and his expression told Tsukushi that he wondered why did she got up from bed. As thought before, this man was an open book to read. She decided that she likes him.
Smiling at her new decision, her ginning lips turned into a pout when the man dropped a white towel on her matted wet hair. He started to dry Tsukushi's hair. She protested at first, trying to push away the man's hands. She doesn't want to be treated like a child.
But soon she gave up. The man was surprisingly much more stubborn than she. Allowing him to dry her hair, Tsukushi had her eyes glued onto the floor. She had noticed that the man did not dry himself first. Instead of worrying about himself, the man had tended to her. [That's very sweet of him.]
Eventually, the slow motion of him drying her hair stopped. Tsukushi found herself disappointed of it. She wasn't ready to see his face when he took off the towel. Just one look and she was drowned in those sad and angered eyes of his. [What? What have I done?]
It hurt her. His sadden face hurts her. She doesn't want to see him so depressed. The man held her arms a little too tight. "Where have you been these months? Did you have any idea how worried I was? Is it fun running away from me all the time? Making me search for you??"
So she was the one who caused this pain and anger to him. But what has she done? She doesn't remember a thing! Why would she run away from someone like him? Tsukushi averted her eyes from his. "I-I………" She started to stammer, not finding the right words to say.
The man sharply pulled her to him. Her body made contact with his bare chest. Very gently, he wrapped his arms around her body like it was made out of glass. He buried his face at the crook of her neck, breathing hot breath on her sensitive skin.
Tsukushi had the urge to push him away but stopped herself. She knows he meant no harm to her. She could hear the wild beating of his heart and his gentle embrace made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She was tempted to return his hug. To soother his angered spirit and to tell him everything is going to be all right. "Promise me that you will not leave me again. Promise me, Makino."
Hearing her name being called by this man brought back some of her senses. She had a very important thing to tell him before she makes any promises. "A-ano………" Tsukushi shifted away from him so they could talk face to face.
The man was only willing to lift his head from her shoulder but he did not let go of her waist. He waited patiently for her to talk. "I'm afraid I have some bad news." Taking a deep breath, Tsukushi confessed. "I don't remember you."
He looked dumbstruck. "What? We have only separated for a few months and you don't remember me?" His expression changed into a very unpleasant one. Tsukushi had only one thought. This is one terribly dense person.
She had the feeling that she had deal with this situation many times too. It felt like dealing with an over-protective and possessive boyfriend. "No, you idiot. I have amnesia."
The man frowned at being called an idiot but he put more attention to the latter. "Amnesia? That means………" There was a knock at the door. He muttered some colourful curses and then stormed away to get the door.
He came back with someone pushing a silver tray behind him. "I hope you're ready for some supper." It was almost two in the morning. Tsukushi heard the rumble in her tummy once more as the rich aroma of food came drifting by. She nodded her head.
They talked while having supper. Okay, it was more like Tsukushi doing all the talking and eating while the man only watched her with a very tender look. Tsukushi told him all about how she had been living over the past two months.
The man asked her in a sweet (and deadly) voice for Gin's address after hearing about the part about her life being threatened. Little did she know the fate of Gin lies in her hands. She smiled and wrote down the address for him.
He almost jumped out of the chair and head for the door when she told him the part when two teenage boys attacked her. The man was enraged and he would have gone searching for those boys if Tsukushi hadn't calm him down.
When all the food disappeared inside her stomach, Tsukushi gave out a blissful sigh. The man handed her a large towel. "Take a shower." He pointed at a wooden door beside the dressing table. She nodded and headed towards the bathroom.
As her hand grabbed the doorknob and she pushed the door open, Tsukushi turned back to face him. "You haven't tell me who are you and what's our relation."
He studied her face carefully before saying, "Go take a shower first. It's late." Tsukushi nodded obediently and went inside a shockingly magnificent bathroom.
Tsukushi locked the door and proceed to peel off her torn clothing. She looked into the mirror and was very embarrassed. Did she look this horrible in front of the man just now? Her hair was in a mess and there were ugly blotches of purple bruises on her chin pairing with some scratches.
The bathroom was magnificent. But Tsukushi didn't even bother to look closer. As if she had seen a bathroom with a Jacuzzi and spa many times. Her hand went up to her neck and her fingers touched the cold silver band hanging there.
It was a necklace with a ring hanging in the middle. That was her only possession and she would die rather to part with it. But still, she had no idea why is the ring so important to her. It didn't belong to her as the ring was far too big for her tiny finger. Lifting her fingers to touch her bruises, she winced in pain. Her only trouble now was to choose between hot water and cold water.
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"What are you looking at?" Tsukushi felt flames eating her face as the man stared at her towel wrapped body. "I don't want to wear back my torn clothing and you didn't lend me any."
The man did not take his eyes off the little beads of water gliding down Tsukushi's smooth skin. "In the wardrobe." He managed to choke out. His hair was still wet but he was wearing a bathrobe now, telling Tsukushi that he had already taken his bath.
Walking towards the wardrobe, Tsukushi can't help but asked, "Do you actually 'live' in this hotel? I mean you have almost everything. Like this your house or something." She found it troubling when she found a number of female clothing inside the wardrobe. Does he always have female visitors around? She thought sourly.
She picked out a suitable nightgown and closed the wardrobe. "Yes it is." The man said solemnly. Tsukushi was boarding about the female clothes issue to understand what he just said. She had a questioning look. "This is my house in New York. You got a problem with that?"
"WHAT??"
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Tsukushi came out of the bathroom again wearing the nightgown. It was an ordinary pinkish nightgown with a little frill here and there. She doesn't really like it though; it was too girlish for her taste.
"Hey, who are you?" She was surprised to find another man sitting on the bed. "Where is the man earlier on?" Tsukushi looked frantically at her surroundings but couldn't find that face.
The new man frowned. "Idiot woman. My hair turns curly after it dries up." He was pretty annoyed by her attitude. "Looks like you really lost your memories, Makino."
Walking closer to him, Tsukushi sighed in relieve. It was still the same man. Taking a seat beside him, she tried to strike up a conversation to ease the stiff atmosphere. "So……… you have lots of visitors coming in this room?"
To her horror, a medicine box popped out behind the man's back. As if he had already guessed her next move, the man grabbed her arm, preventing her to jump away. "Why do you say so?"
Seeing there's no escape, Tsukushi could only let him torture her with cottons and antiseptics. She had her face cringed as the man treated her wounds. "Because there are so many female clothes in the wardrobe." She said in a somewhat sour tone.
He didn't answer her but kept applying medicine for her. They stayed like that for quite sometime. When the he finished his job and put away the medicine, he finally replied her. "Jealous?" Just when Tsukushi was about to protest, he spoke again. "It's your clothes, baka."
"Mine?" No wonder the nightgown fit her so nicely. "Am I your……… sister?" The man almost dropped the medicine box on his way to the dressing table.
"No Makino." He sweat dropped. "You're my fiancée."
After three seconds of deadly silence, Tsukushi said with a serious expression on her face. "You must be kidding."
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" He also had a serious expression when he returned to her side.
Tsukushi can't seem to accept the idea. "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She wailed. She is engaged?????
"Oh yes. Like it or not, I'm your future husband, darling." He had a very devilish grin plastered on his face. On occasions such as this, he wouldn't let the chance of bullying Makino away.
"No! You're lying! Prove it!" She was overreacting but what was she supposed to say to this so-called 'future husband' that she couldn't even remember?
"Prove?" He did not expect Makino to be so smart. But he was already prepared for that question. Taking hold of the similar silver-ring-necklace hanging on his chest, he took it off and showed it to her. "This is our engagement ring. Look here."
Tsukushi almost fainted when she saw the words 'Makino Tsukushi' carved inside the tiny silver band. In one swift motion, she took off her own silver-ring-necklace and almost fainted again when she saw another word carving.
With a trembling voice, she carefully read the name out. "Domyouji Tsukasa………" Looking up at the curly haired man, she returned the ring with her name carved inside to him.
"Believe me now?" He wore the necklace again. Tsukushi looked at the name carving on the ring once more. No doubt about it, it still has the name 'Domyouji Tsukasa' craved on it.
She was too deep in her thoughts to notice Tsukasa leaning forward at her. When she did, his face was only inches from hers. "W-what do you want?" Tsukushi backed away and ended up falling flat on her back.
Tsukasa crawled on top of her, pinning her down on the bed with his weight. "What do I want?" He repeated her question. "We have been separated for very long. I'm sure you know what I 'want'." He slowly brought his lips closer to hers.
Tsukushi closed her eyes tight and was trembling slightly under him. If what he said was true, they were engaged, then she guess it was only right for him to do this. But she was scared. She was unprepared.
The kiss didn't come. In fact, the weight that was killing her had suddenly lifted. Tsukushi opened her eyes to see Tsukasa ginning his head off. He patted her head like she was just a child. "Don't be scared. I was just playing. You know I'll never hurt you."
He got off of the bed and lay on the sofa near by. "It's late. Get some sleep, we'll talk in the morning."
"Aren't you sleeping beside me? Isn't that what husband and wife were suppose to do?" Tsukushi blushed when she just realized what she said. It sounds like she was desperate. She's not, she just don't want to be disappointed.
"Thanks for the invitation. Maybe next time."
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She couldn't sleep. Her guilt was keeping her wide-awake. Tsukasa was her husband and they were separated for two months. When they finally reunited, she can't remember him. He couldn't even kiss her due to the situation of her amnesia. It wasn't fair to him.
Tsukushi turned to face the sofa that Tsukasa was sleeping on. She could make out the outlines of his body in the dark. He was already fast asleep. Very quietly, she crept out of the bed. The cool tiles made no sound as she made her way towards the sofa.
She went down on her knees when she got as close as possible to the sleeping Tsukasa. With this distance, Tsukushi can see his features quite clearly. She brushed away a strand of curly hair blocking his forehead. [Did he always look so angelic when he sleeps? Is this man actually my husband? Mine?]
"I'm sorry I can't remember you, Domyouji." Gathering her courage, she planted a small kiss on the corner of his lips. Then with great speed, she rushed back to the bed.
Everything was quiet again. Tsukushi managed to get her sleep.
She did not know about the pair of loving black orbs watching over her till morning came.
She did not know about the silly smile an innocent man had on his face all night.
She did not know about the kiss she gave was gladly returned.
End of chapter one
AN: Hi again! How was it? Please leave a review if you can. Hana Yori Dango is my favourite anime fic. I would really appreciate it if you can give me some feedbacks.
I noticed many questions of the fic appeared. Ex: How did Makino learned to speak English/ fight so well? What the heck is Domyouji doing in the park at around midnight? (Having a stroll in the rain?) And of course what happened before Makino lost her memories? The answer will be out soon!
Before I forget, Makino and Domyouji are already in their early twenties in this fic! I guess that's enough for now. Once again, I hope you have enjoyed 'Sacrifice Your Love'. Ja ne! ^__^