The first thing the HOMRA Red felt was a major headache.

The first thing he smelled was the smell of something new.

The first thing he tasted in his mouth was the taste of some….Grape…? He didn't know but it was medicine.

But the first thing he saw when he flickered his eyes open, was the sight of his own friends staring at him, wide eyed.

"Yata-san!" Kamamoto exclaimed. "Your awake!"

"Yata…." Anna looked at him with her bright red eyes. Her marbles were set in front of her on the hospital bed.

"I thought another one of us was going to die…." Izumo said. His hands were in his pockets as he glanced at the skateboard master.

Yata lifted his head up slightly to look at the three. "Huh….? What happened…?" He slowly sat up, but winced half-way.

"Ah! Stay down! You're hurt after all!" Kamamoto said, as he neared him. Obviously, Yata wouldn't listen to him.

He looked at himself. He still had his pants on, thanks goodness, but his shirt was off and there were bandages around his chest. He put his hand on the bandages. What happened…?

Yata looked at them. "How did I get here?"

The two men stared at the older one. Anna just stared at her marbles.

"W-Well…." Kamamoto said.

"He just woke up, Kamamoto." Izumo said. "Leave him be."

"No." Anna barged in. "He needs to remember."

"Remember what?" Yata asked. He was becoming slightly irritated.

Anna didn't look at him. She just played with her red marbles as they spun around, and around, and around…..

"Yata….Try to remember…." She said. "You don't remember what happened a few weeks ago?"

"A few weeks….?" He blinked a few times. Anna nodded, still facing her marbles.

"A few weeks….." He said. He looked down, with his hand on his head. He still had that major headache, but so what? He was trying to remember, and he hates forgetting things.

"A few weeks…."

Suddenly a noise that only the Red could hear was heard in his mind.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

Yata immediately brought his head up. "Where is he?!"

Everyone fell silent. Yata clenched his fist. What the Hell is with everyone?!

"Where is he?!"

"Yata-San…." Kamamoto said.

Yata growled at the fatter one, and grabbed him by the collar. "Where. Is. He?!"

"Yata…" Izumo said. "Calm down…"

"Yeah right?!" Yata yelled at the bartender, letting go of the fat blonde. "Easier said than done! Now, where is he!"

Izumo just stared at him before giving a sigh, yet he didn't say anything. Yata really couldn't take this, and he ruffled his hair in frustration.

"UGH! Why can't you people tell me important-"

"He's in the next few rooms to the left."

Yata stopped talking as he faced the female Lolita. "H-Huh?"

The fatty and the bartender both looked at her weirdly.

"You better hurry up." She simply said, still watching her marbles spin around.

Yata blinked a few times, before his expression took a 360 angle. He kicked off the hospital blankets, and jumped off the bed, ready to rush out the door until Anna pushed something in his face.

"Woah! What?!" Yata exclaimed, growling at Anna.

"You can't go outside shirtless." She said, still looking at her spinning marbles. She shoved a black, hoodie jacket in his face. Yata blinked a few more at her before giving her a nod.

"Hmp. Thanks." The Red grabbed the jacket and ran out the door.

"Ah! Yata-San!" Kamamoto yelled. He tried to follow the skateboader but was late in process, and when he was, he looked at the albino with a worried face. "Don't you think that was too sudden?!"

"No." Anna simply replied.

"But Anna! What will happen if Yata-San sees-"

"He's already lost two people. I don't think he wants to lose another."

That made Kamamoto speechless. Izumo just gave a chuckle, before looking up.

"Smart words for such a young girl."

"Dammit!" Yata yelled as he ran in the hallway with desperation. "Dammit, Dammit, Dammit!"

Every room he past, he gave a glance at the door windows to see if the person he was looking for was there. He couldn't help but feel a level of worry add up each time he couldn't find him in each room he searched. Where is that bastard?!

"Where are you?!" Yata thought. He found another room then looked through the small rectangle window to check to see if he was there. Then, all of a sudden, all the weight fell off.

He found him.

And so he barged through the door.

"Saru-!"

And a new weight of worry ten times the size was replaced when he found him.

There he was. The Scepter 4, Blue. Saruhiko Fushimi.

But he looked….So…Ruined…..

A bandage was wrapped around his head. It looked new, yet there was still clean blood seeping through. An oxygen mask was wrapped around his mouth, and a heart meter was set next to him. His night-blue hair that used to look so spiky yet straight was now messed up and cracked slightly from the dried blood. He wasn't moving.

Yata couldn't believe his eyes.

"Saru!" He ran towards him, and clutched the side bars on the bed.

"What happened to you!" He yelled, a few tears streaming down his face. "I thought you said you were going to be okay, yeah right you idiot! Wake up!" He grabbed his hand, and ducked his head down, the tears streaming faster than before.

"Wake up you idiot….!"

And so the moment from five weeks ago came crashing into his mind.