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Lost Memories

The overwhelming odor of cigarette smoke fills the small, shady bar. In the corner, a long, dusty countertop and a row of rickety barstools sit occupied by one person. While a few people play pool in the center of the room, a solitary soul sits at the barstools.

A female bartender walks out of the kitchen and slams a fist on the table. "You're in here every night we're open-I mean, you must have a job or something to go to! Don't you have anywhere else to be?" asks the bartender. She puts her hands on her hips and tosses her waist-length sapphire blue hair behind her.

Looking down, the individual is finally able to mutter, "I don't know. it sounds stupid, but I really don't know anything." The person takes off their baseball cap to reveal long, pink locks of hair. The bartender is shocked. Her hands immediately cover her mouth.

"Eh?! I am so brainless! I thought you were a man!"

"Of course I'm not a man!" shrieks the pink-haired girl, her bright blue eyes twitching. The girl clears her throat and apologizes.

The bartender bends over with her elbows on the countertop and asks, "Whoa, buddy-you said you don't know anything? What do you mean? Like, you can't read or write?" She frowns and makes a pitiful face at the pink- haired girl.

"I can read and write. I just can't remember. I might've lost my memory. But I have this letter in my breast pocket." She pulls off her long jacket to expose a school uniform and reaches into a small pocket on her left breast. Then she pulls out a pale pink envelope and gives it to the bartender.

"Say, isn't that the uniform for Ohtori Academy? I used to go there," says the bartender as she examines the note. She pauses and stares at the back of the envelope in disbelief. "The-the Rose Crest! Ends of the World! You-who are you?!"

"I told you, I don't know who I am, much less what Ohtori Academy is! I'm going to a better joint with better service," yells the girl in the Ohtori uniform.

The bartender scoffs and says, "To go where? Your home must be a cardboard box-like, you have no place to go because of this weirdo case of amnesia!" By then their yells turn into uproars, and a man wearing a flashy vest with a stick-on tag inscribed 'Manager' on it walks out of the kitchen.

"What's this ruckus? Keisuke, you should be serving the customers drinks, not brawls!" he turned his attention to the girl in the Ohtori uniform. " Ma'am, is there anything you need?"

The pink-haired girl blushes and says, "N-no. I'm fine, thank you." The manager smiles, nods, and enters the kitchen once more. Once he is gone, the azure-haired Keisuke slaps the mystery girl from Ohtori. The girl slaps Keisuke back-but right when the manager comes back into the bar area. He looks furious.

"That's it! You're both out of here!" he roars as he grabs both girls by the arms and takes them outside onto the cold, damp street.

"Ugh. Now look what you've done," sneers Keisuke.

Chikinmoo:: Hello again! By now you all are probably thinking the pink- haired girl is Utena, but are you sure? I hope you've enjoyed my first work at Fanfiction.net and please R&R! Till next time!!