In reality, losing all memories inside your brain -including your identities- is a really rare case. It didn't happen like how fiction describes it. Amnesia didn't happen just because you hit your head and even it did, it won't cause you forgot your whole life.

So yeah, I know about that and believed that forgetting one identity is imposable in a medical case and yet it happens to me.

I didn't remember anything about myself except my name. That was weird, it was like my name was stuck in my brain and other things was lost. How old am I for example or when is my birthday? The most worrying part was probably I don't know where am I and how I was here.

How do I know it wasn't the case of memory loss like in fiction? because my head is not injured. I didn't feel my head hurt or my brain in pain. So my memory loss was probably not caused by injury.

At first, I was in a panic. Waking up without memories wasn't the most pleasant things. I can't recall anything despite how hard I tried and my mind keeps showing a blank sheet of paper. everytime I tried to recall what happened to me.

So I take a breath and then try to calm myself. It was hard, but in the end, I can keep the issue of losing memories behind. I need to focus where am I right now and if I am in danger or not. It would be troublesome if I ended in some suspicious mafia lair.

The room I woke up was a comfortable room for a girl. I can't recall if it was my room or not. Everything about this place was foreign and there is no picture of myself here so waking up in my own room was probably out.

The room was colored Pink and I have an urge to change them as quickly as I able to. The bed I slept in was big, bigger than me or probably I am just that small. I can see my shadow in a mirror on the other side of a room and breathed carefully, thank's god my face didn't feel foreign. I would be in panic again if I didn't recognize my own face, probably start to think that this is not my body despite how illogical that was.

So I tried to raise and put my foot down on the bed suddenly my whole body feel hurt. Does it mean I really hit my head but it heals faster? I don't know. But whatever happened to me, I still can't move my body without hurting myself. I started to panic again.

"So you finally wake up," A voice suddenly appeared and a man with messy hair entered the room, "You okay?"

"Uh...Just a bit panic," I answered, "Who are you?" I asked.

"Your savior?" the man smiled, "Actually, the one who saved you was my maid. I just give you a shelter and tried to heal you. The doctor said you will be okay."

"What happened to me?" I asked again hopefully but the man's expression makes a panic start to rise up again.

"you don't remember?" The man asked back, "I am hoping you can tell me though. My maid found you bloodied and injured in the park behind this house."

"Uh, you might not believe this but I can't recall anything before I woke up," I answered, "Sorry."

"That must be traumatic then," the man said, "Well, you can live here. My maid feels lonely sometimes and an old man like me always can have some friend before he died."

"Thanks for everything," I said.

"You should thank my maid instead," The man answered, "I will tell Molly that you are awake so please relax. we won't hurt you."

The man's smile was enough to make me comfortable again and hopefully, in time I can recall what exactly happened to me. But first I put my head on the pillow again and hoping I forgot about an ache in my body. I think someone just put my body in a grinder and make it whole again.

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the second time I woke up, My body feel better but still sore and this time I remember more about myself than the first time around. Like how I hate pink and like green and my hobby looking at the starry night. Nothing helps but honestly enough to make me calm. At least I have something to call 'myself'.

This time around, a young woman also appeared and feeding me. She introduced herself as Molly, the maid of the house. Actually, scrap that. There are many people live in this house and Molly was the HEAD maid. from what I heard and see, this house is BIG and the man who saved me obviously rich.

The porridge that I ate also delicious. but the drug she forced me to eat taste awful and after that, I feel like I am drifted to sleep.

the third time I am awoke, my Savior sat beside the bed reading a thick book.

"Good morning," the man said, "Or probably Good night seeing as the day already dark."

This time around I can remember more but again, nothing clued me what happened to me or where I come from. I asked the man to open the curtain and then I see the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful sky and they feel familiar.

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I was finally able to walk around in the house after the second days of my stay. This house is huge and without the maids, I will probably get lost fast.

The man who saved me introduced himself as Angkasa and I heard he was retired businessman so this size of the house probably normal.

"But I never asked to have this house," the man himself said regretfully, "Despite the maids, I feel lonely."

There is no progress about remembering my identity and what happened though. A doctor come and he also didn't found anything wrong with my head but he said my injury heal too fast.

"Well, As long as you are healthy, right?" Angkasa gives a small smile.

And then the dreaded question come.

"What will you do about me, now?" I asked.

We sat on the balcony while looking at a star. It kinda becomes habit for me and the man gladly accompany me in stargazing.

"You said you remembered your name, right?" he asked.

Sakurai Yuuna. It was weird how I remembered only my name despite not remembering any of my family or where I come.

"Yeah, Sakurai Yuuna," I answered.

"Well, Sakurai was a common family name in this country," Angkasa said, "I hired Private Investigator and he didn't found anything about you."

The man drank his coffee slowly and then looking at me, "But I pulled some string so you are now adopted by me."

I looking at Angkasa with disbelief and then he pulled a paper out of nowhere that prove indeed I am adopted to the man. He was even kindly enough to put a date of birthday I didn't remember.

"Not that I didn't grateful or anything, but why?" I asked.

"I admit I did this without asking you first," The man said, "But do you refuse?"

"No, of course not!" I answered, "Losing my memories probably can get worse if I didn't meet you. It was unpleasant and honestly, I feel grateful for what you did. But Aren't you suspect me anything? I can easily be someone who just wants your money, right?"

"Eh, I doubt that," the man said, "You always flinched when looking at your room but you didn't say anything. Heck, you didn't ask anything like changing your wall room."

"You know?" I asked back.

The man just smiled mysteriously. I wonder if he can read my mind.

"Oh well, you already did the deed," I said, "Might as well go with it then, father?"

The man flustered and looked away. I think I will enjoy this.

Being a family wasn't easy. The man didn't have any child before this and raising a girl my age make him learn a lot of new things from his maids. Thankfully Molly always ready to give the master of the house help.

but every fail and success of his attempt always fall on my head first. Apparently, the man has the worse timing when he entered my room.

there is one time when Angkasa entered the room while I am changing my clothes, for example.

Anyway, he learned about myself every day and I learned something new about him too. Despite his look, The Man actually old and as shown in my adoption certificate, he has a great influence.

There is one time when a group of important looking man come and then talking to him in his work room. I don't know what they are talking about but by the time the group finished, the have the best smile in their face.

When I asked what is that about, Angkasa said some people come now and then to ask suggestion to him. He helped and sometimes Angkasa got something in return.

His influence is a bit scary.

But the best thing about having Angkasa as a family is that he always accompany me when I am stargazing. We talk many things and although he still feels mysterious, I hope I know more things when we talk more.

So after I was adopted by Angkasa, the man arranged a lot of things to be done. He provides me with a lot of things to start over like clothes, a room that is not colored pink and a school.

"I hope I didn't estimate your age wrong, but you are middle school, right?"

I just shrugged because honestly, I lost a lot and when you have blank memories, you will also forget your age and experience that come with it. I didn't remember when is the last time I go to school for example, or what grade the last time I went. So I can't easily answer that question.

"Ah, it's okay if you are not sure, I have a way."

And indeed he has. The man apparently read a lot of book about brain and amnesia secretly (Molly told me about that) and he thought that although I lost any memories, I won't lost what I learned.

So he invited a teacher to give me placement exam. Some question I answered easily while others give me hard times. I started to wonder if I was bad at study the first time around but after I did all exam and received the result I decided that I can re-learn what I don't know anyway.

So with placement exam, It was decided I started to go to middle school this spring.

Stepping outside of the building made me realize how I underestimate this building's size. I know it was huge, but I never know it was THIS Huge. Although I haven't stepped outside, I never feel bored in the house this big. Looking Angkasa's house though makes me realize that this building is bigger and the place where I usually walk in is barely ten percent of this house.

That aside though, I am excited that finally, I managed to look at the city where we live. I am hoping for at least remembering this place so I asked Angkasa to take me out. Tomorrow was my first day of school so I am hoping I at least know my way home.

Angkasa just smiled at me and agreed.

I was kinda expected him to take out that long car of his, but he didn't. Instead, he took out a manly motorcycle I didn't recognize and put me in the back. With a loud noise, the motorcycle started to run trough the town.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

The town was split into two districts by a big river and there are many bridges connecting them. But currently, we were looking from the bigger bridge between two districts. The sun was set and from where we are, I can see downstream where the river and sea met. It was honestly beautiful scenery.

"The town was destroyed by fire once, but they rebuild them quickly. I lost some people there but after all happened I am just glad this town recovered quickly."

"You live here long?" I asked.

"No. when the fire happened, It was the first year we lived in this city," Angkasa answered.

"Aren't you hurt living in this town remembering people you lost?" I asked.

"Well now, Of course it hurt," the man ruffled my hair, "But I always know that someone here still needed me and I can't abandon them. You for example."

Then that question occurred to me again. The man was helping me again and again, even ready to go to such length just because I have no memories. He practically wants me to start over despite my memory loss.

"Why are you helping me?" I finally asked.

Honestly, though, I never expect an answer. He is a secretive man and even two weeks live with him I haven't understand him. he was kind but at times he looks sad. The house was big, but I never felt he truly at home. He distanced himself from the House staff and Molly fully admit that the master of the house was being secretive.

But behind all of that, I know that the kindness is genuine. He helped the staff sometimes and he even does some odd job around the house. I helped at times and he didn't look bothered at all. Maybe he didn't grow as a rich boy?

But he answered...

"You remind me of a son I never have."

There was silence.

"Uh...what?"

"I lost many people. At times I wondered if I was cursed. But any friends helped me and reassure me that no, I am not cursed," he answered, "I have a wife. I love her dearly and that time she was pregnant with our first child. A boy according to the doctor and I guard them with my life. But something happened and I lost both of them."

"Am I replacement?" I asked.

"Not replacement, never replacement," the man said with a sad face, "I just...I admit I kinda hoping I learned what it means to be a father, the chance was lost when my wife dead along with our baby. But you are my second chance. You are not a replacement but maybe God sent me a second chance."

"Well, you helped me," I said, "Normally I would probably worried if my savior is really genuine or not. Heck, I am lucky I didn't get sold to slavery by the time I woke up without memories. There are so many things can go wrong and I don't know if I was a good judge of characters. But you help and you didn't give me a reason to distrust you."

He smiled brightly.

"You just need to work with that secrecy. It drives me mad," I added and Angkasa pouted at that. I never know a grown man can pout that cute.

Here we go my first fanfic. When I first write this, I thought so many things and practically build the world, but then I realized that reader won't able to follow if I put all those grandiose ideas in one story. So I chose to take it slowly and write a story as if people didn't know what fanfic is this. That was my aim at least, but I can guarantee that there is more than two crossovers.

The first chapter didn't look much and it just an introductions chapter. So you may not see what is this story about yet, but please bear with me.

Yua Signed out