Hey, guys, konekoemi (or just Emi, it doesn't matter to me) here. In my last chapter you guys noticed that I put Tyler instead of Ivan. The reasoning for that is because originally this fic was going to be an original story, but as I read it over and over, Alfred and Ivan kept coming to mind. So, henceforth, this story was transformed into a fanfiction. Thank you for the reviews on my first chapter, cookies for all! 3
~ilikecats
Chapter 2- Why?
Amnesia.
Ivan repeated the word over and over in his head again. How could Alfred have amnesia? His beautiful, so full of life Alfred? It just couldn't be happening. Not to Alfred.
It should have been me, Ivan thought. He cradled his head in his hands and silently wished that he had a bottle of vodka to drown his sorrows in. Or ten.
Alfred felt bad for this stranger who was supposedly his "boyfriend". Which was weird for Alfred, because he didn't even know he was gay. He had just learned his name, for Pete's sake!
"Hey, um..." What was the man's name again..? Issac? Ian? Ivan? Yes, that was it. Ivan. "Ivan..?"
Ivan looked up, with a glimmer of hope shining in his violet eyes, which broke Alfred's little heart just a tiny bit. He felt bad for this man, who seemed to so desperately need him to be okay. Alfred decided that maybe he could try to make...er...Ivan, feel better.
"Da, Fredka?"
What the hell was a Fredka? Anyways, back to making Ivan feel better.
"Can you tell me about...me?" Alfred asked.
Ivan smiled sadly, noticing what Alfred was doing. He could lose all of his memories, but Alfred's hero complex would never escape him.
"Ah...Let's see. Your name is Alfred, full name Alfred F. Jones. You like video games and hamburgers, for a reason I cannot possibly fathom. You are terrified of scary movies, but your ego will not allow you to believe it. You were born in the United States of America, on July 4th, and you are twenty-three years old. Your two best friends are named Arthur Kirkland and Kiku Honda. Your boyfriend," Ivan gestured to himself, "is named Ivan Braginski, and you two have been dating for four years, nine months, and eighteen days."
Alfred raised his eyebrows, amazed. What kind of person loved someone so much that they knew exactly how long they had, have, been dating, down to the day? Ivan must really love Alfred...and here Alfred was, not knowing how to feel, about anything. Right now he felt...bad. Guilty, almost. He should know these things, he should try to remember. He knew what a spoon was, he knew how to clap, and if he knew remembered things as simple as that, shouldn't he be able to remember his own relationship? It was frustrating, and it made Alfred's mind hurt and heart ache.
Just then, the door swung open, and a nurse came in, holding a tray of food.
"Visiting hours are up, sorry honey. You can come back tomorrow if you want, and see him, sweetie," the nurse said. Ivan was very reluctant to leave, but he knew he had no other option, so he grabbed his leather coat, and looked at Alfred.
"Я люблю тебя, Альфред. Сладких снов, моя подсолнечника."
Alfred didn't understand the foreign words, but they still filled him with warmth and the feeling of being loved. He liked that feeling. He liked having someone care.
I'll get better, Ivan. I'll get better for you.
So there it is guys. It is kind of short, still, but I really like where it ended at, so I didn't continue. Anyways, it's been a while, sorry about that. . Rate and Review, it means alot~!
~emilynne