My first year of high school was nothing out of the ordinary: new people, classes, courses and feelings. Everything was completely normal and I thought my life was just starting off.

I thought that for the longest time, until I met her.

The girl from class 1-E.

At first we couldn't stand each other and wanted to kill one other, but soon with time things changed. She grew on me like moss on tree's…and gradually, I fell in love with the fowl mouth girl.

I know it seems crazy, right?

I'm a nice guy with: brains, charm, looks and wisdom. But yet, my heart cried for the girl in 1-E. Maybe it was her charm that came out once in a while or the shy side that poked through. Either way the vixen caught my attention along with my virgin heart.

My brain was rattled as I came to terms with my emotions, I didn't want to think I could fall for someone like that girl.

Heck, what was there to like?

She's rude like a spoiled rich kid, strong like a bull, has a mouth of a trucker and find's joy in hitting me. There should be nothing for me to like!

Besides, I've always' had an eye for a girl in my class, she was everything I wanted: shy, timid, cute, caring, polite and good at cooking. She was my idle girl through the years leading into high school and she should have stayed that way. Perfect.

Instead I fell in love with the opposite! What's wrong with me?!

I couldn't understand why and used to wrestle with myself at night. It got so bad that I couldn't sleep without dreaming about the demon: her smile, beautiful laughter, kind eyes, elegant aura, perfect lips and that stupid bow.

She got…she got me good.

Everyone seemed to notice the change in my personality: dad, brothers, friends, teachers and herself. I didn't know how much longer I could go without telling her my feelings.

The dreams were only the beginning.

I started watching her from a distance, texting her and making lunch plans to tell her, but usually something would come up. Eventually, I got sick of these new habits and ambushed her on the way to school.

Standing at the gates as students started to file into the yard, I remember grabbing her wrist and pulling her back. Fighting for me to release she gritted her teeth: "Let me go, pervert", she yelled until locking with my eyes and noticing the serious glimmer. "What is it?" her plush lips shimmered in the winter air as snow slowly began to fall.

I didn't stop looking into her eyes as I held her wrist tightly, not wanting her to leave me.

"S-S-S-", nerves started to get the best of me and I couldn't continue.

"Spit it out already!" she shouted as she desperately stared into my eyes.

Students stopped when they heard the shout and watched. The forming group made my throat clog, hands calmly and thoughts rambling in my ear.

Finally she got fed-up of the act and pulled her wrist out of my hand. "Be a man", I heard her growl as she went to dash away.

Time seemed to freeze as I stood there in the falling snow, students watching with a close eye and boys glaring rather furiously. Everyone probably thinking I'm trying to force her to do something, but I'm not!

'Be a man' echoed my mind as I looked at her back covered in a jacket and red scarf swirling with her movement.

I can't take it! Who does this chick think she is?! I'm tired of these sleepless nights, constant thoughts and habits! I just want her to know my feelings!

Time played slowly as I watched her back and the anger raged inside of me.

Without thinking I grabbed her again and pulled her into my chest, having her breast against me making a blush cover our cheeks. Her bright eyes shimmered with the snowflakes kissing her hair and lashes.

I tried to say it but couldn't. When she craned her neck forward I went in for the only thing I could do… kiss her.

Our lips met and instantly fireworks covered my eyes: they were so soft, warm, smooth… perfect.

When gasps filled the snowflakes I began to pull away from her lips, when I felt her hands gripping my jacket tightly, almost like she didn't want me to stop.

"Suki dayo (I love you)", stepped back expecting a punch or kick from the vixen.

Instead of violence she stared with big dough-eyes and flushed cheeks, hands clamped together as her breath fogged the air.

I waited for a while, hoping she would say something in return but nothing came.

The group watched engorged with curiosity.

With every waiting moment I couldn't take it anymore and walked off into the school, humiliated by what I just did and the audience.

I never knew I could walk this fast but it seemed like it took me seconds to get to the shoe cubbies, where my best friend met me with a smile. "What took you so lo—"he tried.

"I don't want to talk about it", I snapped as I went to open my locker.

The blush on my cheeks didn't want to go away nor did the tears welling in my eyes. I wanted to hide in sorrow, pray to Kami (god) for everyone to forget that happened but I have to be a man now. There was no going back.

[Our beginning…]

"Did something happen?" he pushed.

I gritted my teeth as I swung the door open and looked at my shoes, then, it the shine of the leather I noticed the girl standing behind me with her eyes hidden in her long bangs. Such a sight made me stop and stare at the reflection; it had to be my imagination tricking me, right?

"Ohayou—"my friend went to greet her but she was fast.

She gripped my scarf making my body face her. I noticed the bright blush as she bared her teeth in a shaken matter, hands still gripping my scarf that had fallen into her possession revealing my tie.

I stared at the teen as she firmed pressed her lips together trying to find her courage.

"Baka, aishitemasu! (Idiot, I love you)" I watched her lips form those words that made my heart flutter.

Still in a daze quickly she grabbed my tie and yanked me down to her height to meet her lips once again.

Blush burned my cheeks as I felt her trembling lips on mine, and the bliss fireworks begin to explode.

"Seems like something did happen", I heard my friend snickered from beside me. It wasn't long till students noticed and the annoying: 'awe' began throughout the shoe room.

That was the day my relationship with the foul mouth vixen started and from the beginning I fall deeper in love with her.

Its' funny how we began but terrible how we ended.

I loved her with all of my heart, soul and body; there was never a moment I stopped.

Even now, I still love that vixen. But, I know she doesn't anymore, there no doubt about it.

She forgot all about me.

Not on purpose but due to an accident that occurred about a year ago.

It happened during the summer when she and her family took a trip to her grand-parent's house in the country of Japan. Luckily she asked me to tag along since we've been dating for more than two years and she wanted me to meet the rest of her family.

We were going to be there for a week or two just to get used to each other, and spend time with the elder folks. I thought it was going to be a step in the right direction for our relationship…. Everything would be perfect for our last year in high school… but I was wrong.

All I remember was waking up to her lips on my forehead and her smiling face: "Good-morning", such a tone ran shivers down my spine and I looked up into her eyes.

I always woke up happy with her.

"It's a good-morning now", I reply trying to pull her into my arms but she leaned back out of my reach. "Come on, you usually let me hold you", whining for her cruelty she smiled.

"Not today, baka" that's when I noticed her attire. She was dressed and not in her pajama's.

I snuggled my face into her stomach as she sat at my side. "Who dressed you?" I nearly growled in a joking matter.

"Why?" she ran her fingers through my hair as I enjoyed the comfort of her stomach.

"It's my job: to undress and dress you, baka" a blush covered her cheeks as she looked down at the nap of my neck.

"If I waited for you then I couldn't get things done".

"You aren't doing anything right now", I snapped calmly.

She sighed before standing up "Actually, I have to bike to the store for Grandma".

I sat up with my eyes on my girlfriend a little unpleased for the news; I can trust her but she's a little—more like a lot clumsy. Anything could happen with her on a bike going down the country hills at that speed.

"I don't think so", a frown covered her lips as I stood up. "You're too clumsy for a bike".

Then the tick mark appeared on her forehead. "I am not! I'm going to be an adult and I'm perfectly capable!" she argued.

"I don't think so, last time you ran into the mailbox", I snorted.

She gawked loudly. "We both know why that happened: you and your stamina at night" we both blushed madly for the remark and looked away.

Silence fell as I recalled that night and the empty house that soon filled with noise. It wasn't the first time.

"Still, I don't trust you on a bike", there are bruises and bumped on her skin that aren't caused by me. Several people started to think it was and I had to stop her from doing anything: sports, running, wrestling and more. I couldn't have her dad or uncle of hers' seeing that; I'm too young to die.

Rolling her eyes she went to the door but I stepped in front of her. "I'm not joking".

Staring into her eyes she seemed down for my actions, I know she wants independence but I'm too afraid of something happening.

As she thought of what to say the door began to open, and her grandmother appeared with her wrinkled kind face. "Now, now, my dear" she started before she looked at her grand-daughter. "There's no need to reject, the store is just down the hill. You can watch her from the balcony if you want", she smiled brightly.

"See! Grandma even thinks I can go get it", my girlfriend snapped before pushing me out of the way and into the hallway. "I'll be back", she turned and gave me one last kiss before heading to the entrance.

"I love you!" I called out.

Waiting for her to appear again I stared down the hallway.

Quickly she peeked out from the corner and smiled: "Suki dayo, baka". (I love you too, idiot).

That was the last time we were a couple.

[This is our ending…]

I got dressed quickly and headed to the balcony to watch her go to the store. Her grandmother stood next to me as we watched her wave to her dad, who had been working on their car in the driveway. Her smile was bright as she quickly grabbed the bike next to the gate and jogged to the street.

My heart nearly leaped out of my chest when she got on the bike and headed to the store.

"It's refreshing to know my grand-daughter has a nice young boy like you to take care of her", shocked slightly by the old woman's words I took my eyes off the vixen, and looked at the old woman. "Now, I know that when I pass-away you will be there to comfort her and someday give me great-grandchildren".

Cheeks red from embarrassment I looked down to the ground.

"Don't be embarrassed dear, I heard everything you were telling my grand-daughter before she left", and she thought that was going to help me?

Steam started to come from my face as I thought about the things I say. I can't believe she heard that?! Her grandmother! What if her Uncle—

I can't think like that, it's not good for me, I'll turn into a ghost if I think about that man and her cousin.

Subsiding from embarrassment I looked over to the street where my girlfriend was riding down the hill, noticing her speed I prayed she'd slow down.

I could see the little shop at the bottom and truck coming her way…

"STOP!" I screamed but there was no use... she can't hear me.

Quickly I went sprinting out of the house and to the hill she was heading down.

My leg's burning and lung on fire as I slide down the street, her father yelling after me in a frantic hurry and her uncle close behind.

From there everything seemed mute.

Arriving at the scene: bike tossed to the side, truck driver getting out the vehicle and my girlfriend… laying on the grass that was painted red.

Screaming her name I slide to her side and held her body in my arms, frantic and terrified.

There was blood coming from her head and dripping over my clothing as I tried to wake her up, but there was no use. I wrapped her head in my shirt to add pressure and to stop the bleeding while her uncle called an ambulance that seemed to arrive in seconds.

I knew she shouldn't have rode that bike! I knew it….I knew it!

But….But, why didn't I stop her…?

That summer seemed perfect but ended up a nightmare.

First, the accident that left my love in a coma.

I stayed in that hospital day and night, waiting for her to open her eyes and speak my name. Night after night, I listened to the beeping of the monitors, the sound of breath and slept on the little edge of her bed or on her chest listening to her heart.

There was never a moment I stopped praying and pleading for her to live… to come back to me. That's all I wanted.

I would give anything to have her back: my clothes, food, life, heart… anything, just for her.

Then she woke up… that's when our relationship truly ended.

"Who are you?"

The trauma from the fall has caused memory loss, she forgot everything about me… about us.


The characters are a little OOC/AU. [Warning]