Sunday July 29th- Childhood: This can relate to Mamoru's past, primarily in his younger years. This can be interpreted as his past life in his younger years or even his present life in his younger years. Maybe make it an AU where his parents live? Maybe he's visiting their grave. Let your imagination go!

He clutched his briefcase until his knuckles turned white.

It was his first day back at school since the accident. Since he lost his family, his memories. According to the documents, he was registered at this school: Juuban Primary. The papers also stated that he had many friends, played soccer, and was an above-average student.

Adjusting the button on his navy colored jacket, he gulped as kids he didn't recognize breezed by him into the building. A few said hello to him, one even came up and tried to hug him. He didn't mean to recoil at the guy's touch, but he didn't recognize anyone.

Nothing looked familiar whatsoever.

"We should try to introduce him to his surroundings and see if it helps kick-start any of his memories." Well, Doctor Knows-nothing, clearly you were wrong.

Mamoru took a shaky step onto the concrete stairwell, finally ready to swallow the uncertainty in his stomach, when he felt a collision knock him down. Thankfully he had braced himself, saving him from even more damage than he had already been inflicted on.

"What the heck?" he cried out as he regained his footing. "Watch where you're going!"

A young girl, dressed in the school's primary uniform - a royal blue jump skirt, white top and red bow – stood up and began apologizing profusely. "I am so sorry," she wailed as she bowed repeatedly. "I didn't see you!" Her blonde pigtails bobbed up and down, like wiggly spaghetti scooped out of a pot.

For a brief second he felt bad for yelling; clearly the girl was younger, at least in Year 2 of primary. Being in his last year, he should have at least tried to be more respectful. However, given the circumstances of the day, he struggled to find the slightest amount of empathy possible.

"Don't let it happen again," he grumbled as he began to reascend the stairs.

"Wait!" she cried out, stuffing her hand into her pocket. She retrieved a small, silver wrapped square, placing it in his hands before rushing up the stairwell. Once she reached the top, she turned around and cupped her mouth, shouting down at him.

"I'm sorry again! Please accept my apology!" she cried out before running into the school. He looked down at the item; a small piece of chocolate. He frowned; he didn't really eat sweets. What the hell was he going to do with this?

Stuffing it into his pocket, he continued his way up the stairwell, his original apprehension gone, as he shook his head from the idiocy of the collision. He was a tall guy; how did she totally barrel into him like that?

#

It was another two weeks into school when she ran into him again, only this time, it was in the cafeteria.

Tripping over her own two feet, she sent herself flying into him. Magically, he managed to avoid spilling food on either of them, only all over the floor.

"Watch where you're going!" he cried out to the girl who was scrambling to her feet, bowing and apologizing yet again. He frowned at the mess on the floor; he had already forgotten breakfast this morning, and now he was going to have to forgo his lunch as well? He could feel his temper rising as she strung together even more apologies.

"Gomen! Gomen!" she cried as she fumbled in her backpack, pulling out yet again another wrapped candy. She placed it in his hand and scurried away, crying out how sorry she was as she made her dramatic exit.

He scowled as he looked at the candy, frustrated beyond belief that she would run in to him yet again. Dropping the treat into his pocket, he grimaced as he turned around, his stomach growling with each step as he retrieved the cleaning supplies to pick up the contents of his spilled bento.

#

"Why do you keep running into me!?" he cried as he twisted his body like a pretzel, trying to avoid the fifth collision in a month's span.

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed! "I'm late! I'm so late!" And, per usual, she dug out another perfectly shaped wrapped square, placed it in his hand, and took off. You could practically see a trail of dust behind her as she ran off to her wing in the building.

He placed the treat in his bag, the petite squares invading one of the pockets of his briefcase. Why did she keep giving him chocolates? He rolled his eyes at the youthful representation of candy as an apology. A part of him itched to eat a piece, but he shook his head, frowning at the idea of indulging in her silly notion. No, he needed to redirect his focus.

He needed to get out of here.

Pulling out his book, he buried himself in math equations. It had been five weeks and nothing seemed familiar. Classmates tiptoed around him. Teachers and counselors were unbearably sensitive to him. He needed to leave, transfer to a new school system, get out of Juuban's educational program.

He had his heart set on Moto-Azabu Middle School.

Yes; where all the intellects go. Where people don't attend to fraternize, or socialize, or treat people like their made of glass. They're there to focus, to study, to work hard and be the best. Mamoru wanted it. Needed it. A new focus in this new life of his, a new goal. He didn't care what the documents said, what his doctor thought.

It was time for a new Chiba Mamoru.

To leave the old one behind and start anew.

#

It was three months when he was able to start sensing that she was about to fly by him. Her footsteps were unmistakable, the way she would slap the ball of her foot against the vinyl flooring of the school's hallways.

A handful of times he had been too focused on his studying to hear it. He had taken to reading and walking, studying and eating, and it cost him dearly on a few occasions. Once she completely bulldozed him over when he was flipping through his flashcards, sending index cards with notes falling around them like snowflakes. And, like always, she apologized, gave him a chocolate, and hurried on her way.

It didn't matter if it was in the hallway, in the schoolyard, or on the streets within the school's boundaries; somehow, like a magnet, she managed to collide with him on a weekly basis. It was almost becoming routine to him.

He peered over the top of his study guide to the Year 2 class on the track. Their phys-ed class was going on, the kids all running in equal distance along the stripped lines of the racing track. He knew he needed to be reviewing his English, but his eyes couldn't stay off of her. How was she running so gracefully? Her steps fluid, in perfect sync with her class, it was nothing like the cloud of disaster that he experienced on a constant basis.

Probably because she already flew into him this morning outside of the building and already got her scatterbrained moment out of the way.

His eyes shifted to his backpack. The small pocket in his bag was starting to overflow with treats. He really should get rid of them.

#

It was month six when he became numb to the entire event.

Entrance exams were done and over with. What he didn't account for, however, was the waiting. It was the worst part. He felt helpless, wondering if he was doomed to be this kid's crash-test pillow for all of eternity.

The latest collision left him with a good-sized bruise on his arm. That time he received two candies. The collision prior resulted in actual blood. She dumped about five chocolates in his lap before she made her way down the hallway.

Why on earth did someone have a need to carry that much chocolate at one time?

He shook his head as he approached his temporary home. It wasn't much, just a small room and a desk, but the people were nice and left him alone once they picked up his preference. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be fostered under the care of the Koi Family. If he got into Moto-Azabu, he could live in the dormitory on campus. His parents willed him enough, at least, according to the family attorney. It would keep him on campus through high school at the least if he kept his expenses low. He wasn't quite sure what that meant entirely, but Mau-san, his Dad's best friend and family attorney, was really good at explaining everything so he didn't have to try and decipher it too much.

Once he entered the Koi house, he slipped off his shoes and removed his jacket. Koi Haruka, the matriarch of the household, greeted him with a warm smile.

"Mamoru-san, please join us for a snack," she coaxed, the aura of hotcakes lingering in the air. As much as he wanted to indulge, he shook his head, all while trying to avoid the look of pure satisfaction as her two children tucked into the tasty pre-dinner treat.

"No thank you," he shook his head. "I really should be studying."

"Oh, Mamoru-san," she replied sadly as she dried her hands. "As you wish. I left some mail for you on your desk."

"Arigato, Koi-san," he answered quietly as he made his way to his room.

Once he placed his briefcase on his bed, he eyed the contents of letters on his desk. His eyes widened; the logo was unmistakable.

The admissions letter.

He scrambled to his desk and feverishly ripped open the paper, his eyes scanning the print in haste.

For the first time in six months, a smile, a true, elated smile spread across his face like honey.

He did it.

#

It was the last day of classes at Primary.

As he stood in the gymnasium with his peers, he couldn't help but look at his classmates. After all, it was the last attempt to try and gain a sliver of a memory of them before he left for Moto-Azabu.

He couldn't find a glimpse of recognition in any of their faces.

It saddened him; these were his peers, his friends for years. How could his mind have completely wiped them from his memory? Surely, he had a best friend. Sato Asahi apparently used to hold that title. He seemed to accept that Mamoru's mind wiped him clean from his memories, and didn't seem to hold any bitterness or grudges. In fact, he was close with Suzuki Kaito of the soccer team. He'd be just fine without Mamoru holding him back.

He turned his attention back when he could hear the school song begin to be sung, and he joined in, fumbling through the lyrics of a song he couldn't really recall. Relieved when the tune was over, his grade was dismissed with a chorus of applaud, officially ending his time at Juuban Primary. While he wanted to feel sad, he couldn't find the heart to do so.

Taking one last look, he stepped outside and looked up at the white stone building. This school held nothing but a reminder that he had no reminders. A part of his life he was eager to move on from. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the building, as if he was yearning to find something, anything, to allow him to hold on to a memory.

The next thing he knew, he faceplanted into a pile of dirt and grass.

"Gomen!" the familiar voice cried out. "I didn't see you!"

Sighing, he rolled over, the young girl still bowing and spitting out apology after apology.

"It's fine," he said curtly. "After all, you won't be able to run into me anymore after today."

"No?" she asked hesitantly, her eyes filled with question. As he stared back at her, he couldn't help but notice for the first time how blue they were.

"I will be attending middle school at Moto-Azabu," he replied nonchalantly.

"Wow!" the girl cried out. "That school is for super-duper smart kids!"

Mamoru felt his cheek flush over her excitement. "Uh, yeah," he stammered. "Well, see yea."

"Wait!" she cried out before she dug her hand in her pocket. She placed one last chocolate in his hand before she ran off waiving.

"Good luck!" she cried out as she ran down the sidewalk, a red station wagon parked a little ways down the road. He watched as she pulled the door open and climb in, feeling oddly confused about the emotions inside of him.

She was a pain. Constantly giving him bumps and bruises, always running in to him at the worst times. Yet, she was the only thing in his life that wasn't stale, monotonous, or routine.

Why did he feel sad, like he was going to miss her?

Shaking his head, he looked at the wrapper. He took his finger and unwrapped the silver foil from the candy, the rich tint of dark chocolate greeting him as he peeled away. Taking the candy, he popped it in his mouth, the rich, earthy flavor of dark chocolate melting on his tongue.

He was a little startled to discover he actually enjoyed this as well.

#

"Usagi-chan, who was that?" Tsukino Ikuko asked her daughter, who was currently unwrapping a piece of chocolate.

"Just a boy who used to go to my school," Usagi answered as she took a bite.

A/N: Thank you guys for stopping by and reading! I appreciate you and your thoughtful words.

Please let me know if you see any grammatical errors - I wrote this in a bit of a haste :X

Onward to Day Two: Father.