Disclaimer: I own none of the Brothers Conflict original series. Only this story's plot.
Chapter One
"Ema…" A gentle voice caused me to stir, and my eyes blinked open, and found a sea of faces swarmed around mine.
"What…?" I sat up and rubbed my head. I gasped, and sat up. I hurriedly scooted backwards until my back was pressed the cold steel bars. Faces… so many of them…
I counted 13, all pressing forward, worry in their eyes, yet I could say nothing. Finally, when words found way to my lips, I croaked, "Who are you?!"
"Onee-Chan doesn't know me!" A young boy with pink hair jumped onto my bed, and leaned his face close to mine. He was young, and he scrunched his face in a confused way as if trying to decipher the look of bewilderment plastered on my face. The room I was in was white, with a green tiled flooring. A simple brown bedstand was to my left. A boy with dark grey hair pulled him back down. His eyes were now filled not just with sadness, but also with a kind of disappointment. I was wearing a white gown, and felt exposed. Who were these people? I pulled the covers up even more. The 13 faces all glanced around. One with brown hair sighed and then sighed, "It looks like we have to start all over again."
"I'm Wataru! I'm your little brother!" The pink haired boy squealed. The older boy with brown hair picked up Wataru and placed him on his lap. He sighed once more than said, "She's no longer our step-sister, Wataru."
A boy with red hair covered his face in his hands, and I saw a sad smile linger on his lips. Was he happy because of that? I think some of the boys were twins. Or rather, triplets. The one with grey hair smirked a bit and then muttered, "Now that you think about it…"
The triplet with orange hair hissed, "Is now an appropriate time to be saying this?"
The one with glasses smacked the grey-haired one upside the head.
"Just because her father…" He paused, looking over at me. "Doesn't give you the chance to make her a part of the family again…"
All the boys swiveled their heads toward the triplets, and I could feel my heart pace increase, and my head start to throb.
I looked around, and cried out, "Who am I? Who are you?! What happened? Why can't I remember?!"
Everyone's attention snapped back to me.
"Ah, Ema, sorry about that." Another boy with grey hair smiled at me. He took my hand and squeezed it comfortingly. I didn't pull away, but only stared at him, my eyes begging him to continue with some sort of explanation. Thankfully, he did.
"I guess you should learn who we are first." He scanned the crowd of faces and began, "I'm Iori."
"I'm Wataru!" The little boy piped up again. The next boy ruffled the pink haired boys hair.
"I'm Masaomi." He glanced over at the next person. I felt uncomfortable, but it was important to at least know who it was I was talking to. A boy in robes and blonde hair spoke in a sweet tone, and said, "I'm Kaname. I'm glad to see my princess is awake." He shot me a wink and I felt my face heat up. Another guy with black hair elbowed him in the ribs. He had a blue necklace, and finally said, "I'm Subaru. I'm really glad to see your feeling better."
Then the triplets. Grey hair was Tsubaki, glasses was Azusa, and the orange hair was Natsume. A boy with long orange hair pulled back waved and said his name was Hikaru. Next was a boy with light brown hair and glasses called Ukyo. The redhead had lowered his hands and mumbled his name, which was Yusuke. Next was a boy called Fuuto, who just stared at me and gaped. And last was Louis, with a, squirrel on his shoulder?
"Chi, it's great to see you're doing better. Juli thinks so too."
My sight began to blur together, and my head began to spin. Iori let go of my hand, and I started falling sideways. I felt a pair of hands catch me, and wearily looked up to find Masaomi staring down at me, pain etched on his face. He asked for everyone else to leave. I could tell he was a doctor in this hospital by his doctor's uniform. He lifted me into his arms, and I felt my gown slip, exposing my legs a bit more, but I was too weak to fix it. I looked up at Masaomi and saw his face had turned a slight shade of red. I couldn't tell where we were going, and I didn't stay awake long enough to figure it out.
When I woke up, I was in a different bed. It was empty, and the curtains were drawn back, and the sunlight filtered through. I got up, and saw a few picture frames scattered throughout the empty room. Dust had started to collect on everything. It looks like it hasn't been used in a while. The covers were blue with yellow stars, and a pink carpet was laid out on a brown wooden flooring. The squirrel was standing on top of my desk.
"Hey little guy," I smiled at him and pat his head. He chittered, and I thought he had a smile on his face. I heard a knock on my door. I went over to it and answered it. It was Fuuto.
"Ema," He said and advanced forward. Every step he took toward me, the more I backed away. I felt my back pressed against the cold wall. He shut the door.
"F-Fuuto…" He smiled, but that was soon wiped from his face. He ran his fingers through my hair. I slightly winced. One minute I was in the hospital, now I'm in this place. This strange, unknown place. Fuuto pulled me towards me and held me in a tight embrace. He whispered in my ear, "I've missed you, you know." He pulled away and stared into my eyes. I looked away, uncomfortable. I looked back up at him, and said, "I'm sorry I don't recognize you, Fuuto-kun. Who were you all before I lost my memory?"
He could only sadly smile and whisper, "The one closest to our hearts."