Izumo didn't know what to say, for the first time in a hell of a long time he was speechless. Everyone in the room could sense Izumo's distress. Why didn't she remember them? There was a sickening silence that wallowed in between the white bleached walls. The silence was unbearable to one, noise and over all anger and surprise crept up his throat like puke. Until the words spilled out from his mouth quickly. "What?!" Yata yelled, "What do you mean 'who are you people'? Ang, it's us!"
Angeletta looked over to the young skater, narrowing her eyes. "Thanks, that's so helpful." She muttered, sarcasm rolling off her tongue like her native language. Izumo chuckled. At least his Angel was still the same. She turned to him, her eyebrows furrowed. She wondered why he seemed so familiar. Mikoto, noticing that Izumo probably wanted to explain to Angeletta the situation, motioned everyone to follow him out – leaving the two young adults in the dreaded awkward silence. "You know," She muttered, "they say that whenever there is an awkward silence . . . a gay baby is born."
Izumo smiled slightly. "It's only awkward when you point it out." He replied swiftly. "Izumo," he greeted holding out his hand.
"Angeletta." She took his hand wearily. "But I believe you know that already. Where am I? I mean, I know I'm in a hospital but why. And why do you know me, but I don't know you."
"You do know me, Angel." He mumbled. "You just don't remember, I believe."
"You believe?" Angeletta drawled out.
He sighed. He didn't want to explain this to her, he was quite blunt when it came to certain things. Angel was used to it, but what if she wasn't now? It was all to confusing for the blonde bar owner. "Where's the damn doctor." He muttered.
Angeletta licked her lips. "Why don't we start with just telling me why I am here?"
Izumo ran a hand through his hair, huffing. "You were hit by a car," he stated, before cringing slightly. Just like he thought . . . blunt. He glanced over to Angel, who stared at him blankly. Her blue eyes held no emotion, no sadness, pain, humor – nothing.
"I was . . . hit by a car?"
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Five Years Ago September 12th
The bar was abnormally quiet. Surprisingly, no one was around to bother the poor bar owner. Everyone was out doing their own thing, and he was left to cater to an empty bar. Thunder cracked and wind howled outside. No one was inside the bar, not a costumer or clansmen; just Izumo and his lovely bar. That was until the bar doors slammed opened. He glanced up from cleaning a glass and over to the doors. A girl, holding a burgundy colored umberella, with dark hair that fell across her shoulders in beautiful waves and dark blue eyes stood. She sighed, glancing up at him. A lazy smirk placed on her lips. "Good evening, darling." Izumo greeted in English, noticing that girl just couldn't be Japanesse.
She smiled. "Good evening," she replied in fluent Japanese. Izumo lifted up an eyebrow, he was clearly mistaken. She went to sit at the bar.
"What can I get you?" He questioned.
"Just a glass of water." She replied. Izumo nodded his head and quickly made her a glass of water. His eyes fluttered down to the silver that was wrapped around her wrist, the word Angel, in English was spelled out in beautiful cursive.
"Angel." He muttered.
She hummed. "What?"
Izumo chuckled. "That's your name?"
Her cheeks tinted slightly pink. "Angeletta, but yeah. How'd you know?"
"The bracelet." He replied, pointing to the silver.
Angeletta's eyes glanced down at her wrist where the silver dangled. "Oh," She chuckled. "What's your name?"
"Izumo Kusanagi."
"Well, it's nice to you meet you Izumo."
Izumo smirked. "Nice to meet you too, Angel."
