A/N: Hey everyone! As promised, this is the prologue of my rewrite of Falling for you(All Over Again). There are a lot of changes, and this is a lot different from the original fiction.
Prolougue
She wonders if there is a guide book available for these situations.
These surreal moments, happenings straight from an anime- they must have established a guidebook for real life sit-coms? It certainly feels like one. If Kyoko's memory serves- doubtful, memory loss is what led her here- Ren Tsuruga himself had been the protagonist of a drama with similar concept.
He must be getting a flashback of the weirdest type, huh!
Kyoko's gaze drifts from her husband- what the hell?- to Okami-san. She could ignore, write it off as a joke, the words of a person she has never met outside her television set but how could she ever allows herself to think the Okami could be lying?
This woman has taken more care of Kyoko in the one year they have spent together- or she remembers spending- than her own mother in this lifetime.
Which leaves her no choice but to accept some mind boggling dreams or nightmares as facts.
Kyoko Mogami is married.
She is twenty years old.
She doesn't recall four years of her life.
She is married to the biggest actor in Japan.
He is twenty four year old?
She recalls him to be twenty yesterday.
Sho hates him.
The said actors body has been wound tight, hunched in his seat by the window. She has avoided glancing his way, and can only see his silhouette on the floor.
Kyoko bets whatever expression he has, Ren Tsuruga isn't sporting that creepy smile he has on television anymore.
Ah! No good. This won't do.
She can't afford to have such mean thoughts about her husband.
She raises her hand to her head, her fingers touching the scratchy surface of the bandage as she discreetly tries to message her temple. The sharp pain she felt when she first woke up seems interested in coming back.
Hurts. Sho-chan! Where is Sho-chan?
Mother.
Unable to keep herself awake, she feels her eyelids drop.
Okami-san's soothing, motherly voice drifts in her ear from the side. "If you want Kyoko-chan, you can come stay with us like you used to. It is hard to adjust to sudden changes, and Tsuruga-san doesn't mind."
That would be nice, she thinks.
"So, what do you want to do?" Her husband asks.
Her eyes snaps open.
She furrows her brows, chancing a glance at him before turning to the white wall in front of her. Do what? About what?
The fact knows his eyes hasn't left her visage since the moment he entered the hospital room? Or how uncomfortable she feels, for him and her? The despair she feels for a scenario that should have never existed?
"Do you want to stay at the Daruyama?" He clarifies, sensing her confusion. "Or do you want to go back," his voice falters, "Home?"
Home? His home? Their home?
She can't possibly live in a stranger's house. He is one, even if evidence points to the contrary.
She opens her mouth. She aims to be mature, understanding. She will speak calmly, and explain why it won't be appropriate for her to live with him. She will find a way to make everyone happy.
"Where is Sho-chan?"
A/N: Please, do review.