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I can still remember the first time I met her, that troublesome woman. It was by accident, really, but I knew we would have met eventually. How could we not? After all, my charge was good friends with her. I should have known better, though, and I did, but that part of my mind was either not paying attention, or simply turned off.

It was at a cafe. At noon, or around then. On a Saturday. I know that because, at the time, I was working as an assistant for my charge's most potential marriage candidate's father, and was taking my lunch break. The man I worked for was a manga-ka, and as such worked me and my subordinates from morning till night pretty much every day of the week. And I respected that. In all my time in the Royal Navy, I have never met a man quite so... driven as this one. As much as I respected that quality, though, I was grateful to get away from the studio for a bit. So I walked along the city streets, not particularly caring where I went, and opened the door of the first restaurant I came upon. That's when I saw her.

To LOVE-ru
My Dear Doctor
Prologue

She was sitting alone at a small, round table next to the window that lined the restaurant's street side wall. There was a book in her hands, and a cup of tea set on a small plate over the table before her. And she was beautiful. Unimaginably, breathtakingly, stunningly beautiful. The very sight of her stopped me in my tracks. Even if her white coat had been covering her body instead of hanging off the back of her chair, I would have been standing there like an idiot, my eyes appraising her openly, blatantly, even. She was wearing her usual attire; that dangerously low-cut, sleeveless, frill-laced blouse, the black belt that held tightly around her waist as her blouse streamed down to round over the curves of her hips and cover the top of her precariously short, formfitting skirt that barely reached halfway down her thighs, if that. Those black leggings she always wore were dutifully covering her long, creamy legs, their white-trimmed hems circling around her thighs. I had to swallow when I saw the brief glimpse of flesh the space between her skirt and leggings allowed on her thighs. This woman, more than anything, was drop-dead gorgeous.

That's when she looked up, and I, like a deer caught in headlights, completely froze. Her eyes looked me over, and when they settled on mine it was as if time stopped. I was fascinated and terrified at the same time. Her green eyes were so clear, like they were made of glass, but at the same time they seemed to see right through me, as if they had torn away my guard, laid my soul completely bare. It was as if they stole away my ability to think. Then the moment passed, and she smiled at me. I knew right then this woman would be trouble. I knew this woman held a power over me, almost like magic, that I was bound to her by.

She gestured to the empty seat opposite her, and my body, like a marionette whose strings were being pulled, started walking towards her. My mind would not work, my body would not answer to my commands, and my eyes were fixated on hers.

This was how it started, my spiral into oblivion. Her name was Mikado Ryouko, and she was a doctor.

-END Prologue-

A/N: This fic is a companion story to Empty Memories: True Heart, and will contain content relating to the events that take place in True Heart, but is to be considered an independent story arc.

Note: None of the fics I post will in any way acknowledge or coincide with the events of Darkness.