Aoshi smiled as he watched a small girl run up to him with flowers clutched in her small hands. She was covered in dirt and mud, her jumper threatening to fall off. She was smiling brightly at him and her eyes were sparkling.

"Aoshi-sama! Flowers!" The happy child voiced, as she jumped and hugged him. Aoshi hugged her back, while simultaneously fixing her jumper. He let out a small laugh and put her down, holding her hand and leading her back to the house.

He was sitting by the porch when a small hand made its way to his slightly bigger one. He heard a subsequent thud beside him as his little Misao sat down.

"Ne, Aoshi-sama?" She asked, with a face so serious, or as serious as the six year-old girl could muster that he had to hold back a chuckle.

"What is it, Misao-chan?" Looking at her, he almost suddenly got lost in two blue shining orbs.

"When we grow up, I will become your bride!" Misao said as she fisted one hand up triumphantly but looking at him to show that she was waiting for his answer.

"Hai, Misao-chan, and I your groom. Whatever happens, know that I will always protect you and we will always be together." He promised as he hugged her. For a moment her eyes went wide, it was her who always hugged him, not the other way around. But tears soon began falling from her eyes as she hugged her Aoshi-sama back, neither one wanting to let go.

Then the skies went dark. The last thing he heard was Misao's scream, as he blacked out.

Aoshi woke up suddenly – panting and sweating, despite the winter chill that threatened the whole of Tokyo. He sighed, it was still dark outside but he couldn't possibly get any sleep now. He got up and changed into his running outfit.

He wondered what had brought about the dream; he hadn't had any like it for more than a year. But as usual, as soon as he woke up, he forgot every detail, everything except the scream of what he deemed to be a young girl. He shook his head. He had long given up trying to understand his dreams. He looked at his right hand, where a long scar was evident. It ran from his elbow to just after his wrist, a reminder of what happened to him before.

Not that he remembered, he doesn't, couldn't, for the life of him recall anything or anyone in his life before the accident that killed his parents and erased his memory.

He sighed again and stood up, walking outside of his apartment and closing the door with a soft click.

Misao was excited. Today was the day that she would start working. Well okay she still wasn't an "official" doctor, but she was going to be a resident at Tokyo Memorial Hospital, which in itself was thrilling. Modestly aside, not that she expected her application to be turned down by the hospital, nope not at all. It was just her normal jitters that got to her. Okina was repeating to her time and time again, that she need not worry as she would surely get picked. She, after all, topped the medical licensure exam, out of nearly 80,000 would-be doctors, she topped it. Misao, the bubbly, carefree and sometimes too loud girl, topped the exam. During her pre-med board, she was ranked third overall. Misao was surprised by both instances, as she really didn't "burn her eyebrows" per se, just made sure to understand every lesson and read parts of her books daily. She didn't even go to the review center her university endorsed but stayed at home: ate, slept and read (her romantic comedy books were just begging her to read them).

So when she found out that she aced both exams, she was beyond ecstatic. She immediately sent her resume to the Tokyo Memorial Hospital, in hopes that she may become a resident there and after two years (or one if she were deemed exemplary) become a full-fledged doctor.

She remembered the day that Okon brought in the mail, while her letter of acceptance was at the bottom of the stack. She squealed and hopped about in delight when she read the letter, making Okon, Omasu and Okina wonder how this childish girl became the year's most wanted fresh med graduate. But to this Okina smiled inwardly, Misao was never one to brag and boast. She was always humble. When people congratulate or compliment her, all she would do was smile and blush. Sometimes a faint thank you would escape her lips, but that was rare. Often she preferred to not say anything at all but instead would smile warmly at the person.

Misao hopped about the place, gathering her things and medical equipment. "Okiiiiinnaaa! I'll be off now, I might be home late so don't wait up!" She said as she made a move to run outside, but stopped and ran to Okina and kissed his cheek. Omasu and Okon were still sleeping so she just told Okina to bid her farewell to them. "Bye Jiya!" She said as she finally raced down the hall way to the lift. She smiled, this was going to be a long, exciting day.

It was already around 6 am when Aoshi went back to his unit. The time he would have wanted to wake up, it was still too early to go to work. But then he remembered that the new residents would be coming in today, he would be assigned to one of the residents. He was a surgeon, specializing in cardio but he was still thinking of taking up neuro as another specialty. He didn't need to, though.

At 29 and already the lead cardio-surgeon, he had doctors under his wing which were twice his age. He lived at an expensive condominium and had the luxury of being able to buy any car he wanted. But of course he still stuck to the old black sedan which was the only thing that he got after his parents died. Of course there was also the money his parents left him, which thankfully funded him his entire student life. But it was the car he treasured most. When he turned 18, he immediately got hold of some of his money from the trust fund and had the car fixed. So much so that you wouldn't think it had been in an accident in its previous years.

He showered and dressed up, white coat resting in the crook of his arm as he didn't want to wear it yet. He reached the parking lot fished his keys out, entered the car and put his coat and brief case on the passenger seat. For a while he just stared out the window, waiting for his car to warm up. He had everything a guy his age could ever want. But still, he always felt that something was missing. Like his memory that he lost held a very important part of him that he was useless without. He sighed, and drove out of the building. He'd contemplate on that later, right now, he had his job to busy himself with.

AN: Okay this is my first ever real fan fiction. I'm really sorry if it's a bit scattered, I'm still trying to get my footing. I'd appreciate reviews so I know what you guys want and expect. Or if I'm doing anything you deem wrong, feel free to tell me, I'd appreciate it greatly. Also if you have suggestions or questions, you could always PM me, I'll try my best to answer and accommodate you. Thank you for reading! Next chapter will be up in a couple of days