Chapter 1

The past few days one might say have been pretty stressful for me. No, it has nothing to do with boys or school. I'm not freaking out that all the popular girls in class are criticizing my choice in make-up, remarking on whether or not I'm wearing the appropriate shade of blue for fall. Nor am I in some overly dramatic fight with my best friend, in which she failed to mention the fact that I walked around school for three hours with broccoli stuck in my teeth. Or maybe she slept with the guy I like? Who knows.

The point is I don't know. Anything. Nada. Zip. Wait I think that came out wrong. Hold on second, just let me explain.

I have amnesia or that's at least what everyone has been telling me. No I don't know how I got it, but I had no head injury so that can probably be crossed off the list. But that's not the issue right now. The main problem is I don't know where I live, what school I go to, who my friends are, or even if this is my natural hair color. I'm pretty sure the light pink strands aren't natural, but the black base color I'm still iffy about. Is it mine, or did it come from a bottle? Who knows? Either way, what was I thinking? Red would look so much better with black. Like a dark red that accents the color. Yeah…

Anyway that's beside the point. Probably the scariest thing was realizing I didn't even know my own name. Somehow it feels as though my identity is missing, a piece of me just up and vanished. And that's scary. And I know it's stupid to be attached to such a thing, it's just a word, but it would come in real handy right about now. A name could lead to family, maybe people in the community who knew me. Not just that though. My personality could also be linked to it. Like maybe I hated my name and found that as a reason to rebel against my parents. Maybe if I had a name like Britney or Tiffany, I was some peppy cheerleader, bouncing off the walls from my bubbly personality. I don't think that's me though. I feel much too sarcastic for that.

Nonetheless, about two weeks ago I find myself stumbling into a church, with no belongings besides a tattered dress, asking for help finding my family. They contacted the police, who in turn had me medically examined and posted my picture all over town, but no one claimed me. No one in the area had even seen me before, which just freaked me out. Apparently my memory-losing self had made it quite some distance away my family and friends. God, I hope I have them.

During the two weeks that have passed, the priest has allowed me to remain at the church with him and his daughter, Yui Komori. I'd like to think church officials are always generous, but I think the fact that I made quick friends with his daughter was a major contributing factor. Who knew helping out with chores around the church could cause two girls to bond?

Yui is such a sweet, kind girl. Her wavy, blonde hair falls just below her shoulders and she possesses such expressful pink eyes. I also have pink eyes too, just a much lighter shade. I figured out my first night that the color did not in fact come from contacts. Also Yui is actually the one who gave me a name. I mean I couldn't go around being called 'that girl who can only remember up until a week ago.' It's a conversation starter but hard to say when greeting someone on the street. Anyways Yui decided to call me Hikari. She said with the pink contrasting with the black in my hair, it looked as though light was shining through. I thought it sounded cute so I just nodded my head and went with it.

And that's the last two weeks of my life in a nutshell. Well besides Yui's dad leaving for the states for some work related issues. After clearing it with the local officials, I found out both Yui and I would be staying with her distant relatives while her dad was away on business. The police actually said it was better to see different things, that maybe it would help jog my memory. I wasn't exactly thrilled to be uprooting my life again after I just started getting used to my surroundings, but then again, I really had no grounds to object. Well I could, but then I'd find myself without my only friend.

So that's how Yui and I ended up in the back of a car, heading to her relative's house. Most of the car ride passed in silence, both of us seemingly nervous about our upcoming arrival. I had spent most of the car ride gazing out the window at the unfamiliar landscape, wondering whether or not I had any actual memories of this place. Maybe it was the amnesia, but I kept picturing myself in different sceneries. Sometimes I was inclined against a tree, my nose buried in a book, while in others I was a younger version of myself, playing with other kids my age in a meadow. At one point I found riding a beautiful horse, with a silky white mane, galloping into the woods. Who knows the truth behind my daydreaming?

"Five minutes until we arrive," the driver announced from the front. Yui turns to me, giving me her most confident smile. The confidence doesn't reach her eyes, but I smile back in support. She's trying to be brave at least.

Pulling up to a cast iron gate surrounding a huge mansion, the driver helped us unload Yui's bags from the car before driving off. Besides a few personal items, Yui has been more than kind enough to lend me her belongings. I haven't even known her very long, but it just surprises me that a person can be so giving.

Pushing open the gate, I turn back to the blonde girl.

"Come Yui, let's go."

Nodding in response, she joins me and we head towards the loaming main door. Honestly it's pretty ominous. Whereas the church seemed inviting, just the door of this place makes me want to run the other way. The vibes this place is giving off is so creepy. What kind of people live here?

Interrupting my private thoughts is a little splash on my nose.

"It's raining," the wide-eyed girl next to me exclaims. While she looks up at the clouds, I grab her hand and pull her under the entranceway seconds before it starts to downpour.

"Now that's a great sign," I sigh as a clap of thunder resonates overhead. This has turn back now written all over it, and hey, I was more than willing to comply. Before I could voice my opinions to Yui, she had already grabbed the knocker and proceeded to announce our arrival. After receiving no response, I saw this as the opportune moment to leave. Apparently Yui did not.

"Hello," Yui called, pushing on the door. Much to both our surprise, and my dread, it opened. Once Yui stepped inside, I found myself following her in, standing in a deserted entrance hall.

"Wait, no one answered the door. It can't just answer itself," I whispered, just as the door closed behind us. I was wrong. Apparently it can.

Scanning the empty, entrance hall, not a living soul could be found. In my personal opinion the place didn't look like it had been decorated by the living to begin with. It was far too dark, both in color scheme and lightening. They could have used about fifty chandeliers and that probably wouldn't have been enough.

"Maybe they weren't told we were coming today, Hikari," Yui suggested, trying to calm my nerves. I stared at her a moment, not used to being called by my new name.

"Yeah, we should see if we can find anyone," I finally replied, forcing a timid smile.

It was easier to find someone than I expected. One would think that people who lived in a mansion such as this could afford a proper bed. Perhaps multiple beds. Nonetheless, in an alcove by the main staircase was a boy with reddish hair sleeping in a lush, green loveseat.

Upon spotting him, Yui immediately rushed over, with me trailing behind with the luggage. Taking my time, I examined my surrounding with dread. There was no way people could actually live here on a daily basis and not get freaked out.

"He has no pulse," Yui exclaimed once I was within earshot, "Oh no, we have to call an ambulance." I didn't have a phone, so that left Yui to dig through her purse in search of her own. Now I felt just great. There was nothing I could do at the present moment to help the boy. If my memories were intact, maybe I was CPR certified, but memory-less me was useless. Plus I'd been nothing but selfish all day, scaring myself out about a house, when a boy could die.

Though as fast as the pity party came into effect, it ended when no-pulse boy grabbed Yui's cell phone. That snapped me out of my stupor real fast.

"Damn, you're noisy," the boy said, sitting up from his nap, "This isn't your house so be quiet." I couldn't see Yui's face but I'm pretty sure the dumbstruck expression on mine was the same one showing on hers.

"Y…You're alive," she stammered.

"Why wouldn't I be alive? What do you think I am?" Warning bells started to go off. What was that supposed to mean?

"But your heart was stopped." Yui went to stand up, but in a flash the boy's arm had snaked around her waist pulling her underneath him on the loveseat, lowering his body onto hers. His yellow-green eyes had been locked onto Yui, so it made my next move particularly easy.

I didn't even think about it. I mean it must have been my basic instinct, or maybe I was already in fight or flight mode. I'm blaming the house. I ran over to the loveseat and socked that jerk square in the jaw, briefly wincing as I felt something knick my hand. Damn, his teeth must be wicked sharp. It didn't matter though; once I pulled my hand back, any trace of a wound had vanished, to the point where I must have imagined the pain. In the boy's moment of hesitation, I pulled the shocked Yui out from underneath him. Cradling the girl's trembling frame, I glared at the boy's surprised expression, my eyes daring him to strike back.

"Oh bite me!"

His expression morphed into a smirk. Gulp.

"Ayato, what's all the commotion?"

Alright please go easy on me. I'm new at writing fanfiction, having only written for fictionpress before this. An idea just popped into my head, and I've been trying to form a story around it. Here's hoping it works. Anyways hope you enjoyed the first chapter and please, please, please let me know what you think.

~nutmeg

PS I own nothing but my OC