Chapter 1: Amnesia.

I woke up feeling like absolute shit. I slowly got up and held my head in my hands. My entire body was in pain. I opened my eyes and looked around me, and noticed that I was in a ditch at the bottom of a hill. My eyes widened when I saw a broken motorcycle, and I immediately looked down at my clothes, only to see that they were torn and stained with dirt and blood.

Did I wreck?

I cautiously stood up and ran my fingers through my hair, "Damn... How long was I unconscious?" I looked around once more and noticed a bag laying beside the motorcycle. I crouched down and picked it up and saw that there was an I.D. attached to it, with the name 'Nanako Oshiro' on it. I narrowed my eyes at the picture on the I.D., then looked into the mirror on the motorcycle.

There's no doubting it, this is my I.D... but why can't I remember anything?

I sighed as I stood up and started walking up the hill. I felt light-headed the entire time, but I didn't mind it. All that mattered was getting away from here.

Soon enough, I made it up the hill and was walking along the street. The people who passed by me all gave me weird looks.

I know I look like a mess right now, but damn. You'd think adults would know not to stare.

I sighed silently to myself as I continued walking. My legs felt heavy and my head was throbbing, if I didn't sit down soon, I'd probably pass out. I stopped walking and leaned against a building to catch my breath.

"Nanako," said a familiar voice, "Is that you?"

I looked to my left and saw a boy with light brown hair and brown eyes. I felt like I knew him, but I couldn't quite place who he was.

He looked at me with a concerned expression, "Are you alright? You look really pale..."

Before I could answer, everything around me faded to black.

I slowly opened my eyes and grunted as my eyes adjusted to the bright lights.

The same brown-haired boy from before was standing beside the bed I was laying in, looking at me with worried eyes.

"So, you finally woke up, dear," said the woman who was standing on the other side of the bed. I assumed that she was a nurse, and that I was in a hospital.

"How are you feeling," the boy asked.

I looked back over to him and furrowed my brows, "I feel fine, but uh... who exactly are you?"

His brow twitched slightly and he looked at the nurse.

She smiled warmly, "She'll be alright, but she did hit her head pretty hard, so she'll have a bit of amnesia for a while."

He sighed in relief, "That's good... Do you know how long the amnesia will last?"

The nurse put her hand on her cheek and tilted her head, "Honestly, I don't know. Amnesia side effects usually vary, so there is no exact answer. In her case, it can last up to a month, but like I said before, sweetheart, I'm not certain."

The boy smiled charmingly, "That's fine, I'll just try to help her remember things while she recovers."

The nurse smiled one last time then left the room.

I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, "You never answered my question."

He grinned as he helped me stand up, "My name is Light Yagami."

I looked up at him, "Mm, nice name. So... how do you know me?"

He chuckled softly, "I'm your boyfriend."

Heat spread across my face and my eyes widened, "Is that so?"

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his embrace, "I'm so glad you're alright," he whispered.

A chill went down my spine as his breath tickled my neck. His embrace was... nice. It made me feel safe and I didn't want to let go. It just felt right being with him. Unknowingly, a single tear slid down my face.

He pulled away from me and wiped away the tear, "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I should be more careful. The nurse said that nothing was broken, but I know it must still hurt."

I shook my head, "No, it's fine... Do you know what happened to me?"

His eyes widened slightly, but they returned to normal almost immediately, "You were in an accident. You were riding your motorcycle when a drunk driver ran into you, and knocked you off the rode. You fell down the hill, and the police have been looking for you for days. I was surprised when I saw you earlier."

I shifted my gaze to the floor, "Oh... So that's what happened, then..."

He smiled as he placed his hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry about it, alright? You're here now and that's all that matters. The nurse put your stuff over there on the table. I brought you some clothes, since yours were ruined. They're my sister's though, I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head as I walked over to the table, "It's fine, thanks."

"No problem," he said as he turned around.

I quickly got dressed and put the hospital robe on the table where my things were. I grabbed my bag and walked over to Light, "Thanks for bringing me here."

He stroked my cheek, "You don't have to thank me, Nana."

I chuckled in response.

"Hey, what are you laughing at," he asked, "I've always called you that. It's been your nickname for years."

I shook my head and waved my hand, "No, it's not like that. It's just that... it felt nice hearing you say that."

He held my hand and smiled, "We should get going."

Our fingers intertwined and I looked up at him, "Where are we going?"

"My house," he said, "My parents have been worrying about you just as much as I have."

Mrs Yagami was hugging me so tightly, I could hardly breathe.

Mr Yagami sighed heavily, "Let go of her, dear, she's still recovering."

She let go of me, but held both of my shoulders and looked over to Light, "So, she really can't remember anything?"

"Nope, nothing at all," I said with a shrug.

"The nurse said that her amnesia could last up to a month," Light said as he walked over to the staircase.

Mrs Yagami smiled warmly as she let go of my shoulders, "I'm just glad you're here, dear."

"As am I," Mr Yagami said, "It's a miracle that you're alive. I'm almost certain that accident was caused by Kira."

I rose a brow, "Kira?"

Light shook his head, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, but I simply shrugged it off and followed him up the stairs. I walked into his room and he shut the door behind him and sat down at his desk.

I sat down on his bed and sighed heavily.

"What's wrong," he asked.

I laid down and stared up at the ceiling, "I just wish I could remember everything."

"You will soon enough," he said reassuringly.

I sure hope so...