1Second Chapter! I'm actually being quite determined with this fic, especially since I already know the whole plan for it, which is awesome! This chapter is longer then the first mostly cause the first was a prologue. So this is probably the usual length of the chapters.

Oh, and by the way, the whole theory in this chapter is totally made up by me and if you think about it, it really doesn't make sense XD But for my sake we'll just pretend it does.

Edit: I changed the past couple chapters to fix the fact that Rui is NOT a quarterback but a linebacker. I have no clue how I made that mistake, I think it was harboured by reading another fic that had Rui as a quarterback and that threw me off. I'm just glad I caught it early :)

-Chapter One: This Feeling...-

Maybe this was a joke. Maybe this was Hiruma's sick, sick, sick idea of a joke.

Habashira kept this thought intact as he muttered out his response, "Who... A-a-am I?"

"Yes, Goddam it that's what I want to know! Now either tell me what I want or I'm going to ring your fuckin' neck!"

Alright, so maybe this wasn't a joke.

Rui swallowed the lump in his throat the best he could, "You don't even know who you are?"

"I..." Hiruma paused seemingly deep in though, with his brows furrowed. It reminded Rui of when there was an in tense moment on the field and Hiruma was thinking up another brilliant strategy. "No. I don't. Do you?"

Rui sighed knowing this was one of the worst situations he could ever possibly be in. The Fall tournament will be starting in a month and if it starts without Deimon's infamous quarterback things could get ugly. But right now Habashira couldn't worry about that. Right now he needed to deal with the angry devil in his bed. With another deep sigh, Rui began his explanation, "Your name is Hiruma Youichi, and you're a student at Deimon High School. You're also a quarterback for the Deimon Devilbats." Rui stopped when he saw the look of confusion on Hiruma's face, "What?"

"A... quarterback?"

"Yeah, you're a quarterback. You know American Football?"

"Yes, I remember American Football, but how can I be a quarterback if I don't know how to play?"

Rui twitched, "You're... kidding. Right?"

A look of anger flashed on Hiruma's face, "Have I said anything so far that was a joke?"

It was at this moment that Habashira knew this was what it was like to be in a living nightmare.

Before he knew what was happening Hiruma was dragged up on his feet, "What the hell!"

"We're going." Was Rui's only reply.

"Where!"

"The doctor's. We need to get back your fuckin' memory."

Hiruma ripped his arm from Rui's grasp, "I still don't even know you're damn name, and you want me to follow you?"

Rui put on a look of pure dominance and determination, "Fine, I'm Habashira Rui, and until we get back your memory you stay by my side. The last thing I need is for my rival to get killed in my territory. You got that?"

"Rival?" The blonde asked.

"Yes. I am a linebacker and team Captain for the Zokugaku Chamaeleons and whether you ever though so or not, I am your rival. My goal is to finally beat your ass in Football."

Youichi smirked that devilish grin he was so well known for, "Well, we better hurry and get my memory back then we can see about that fuckin' goal of yours."

Rui raised an eyebrow at that, but shrugged off the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, "Yeah you're right let's go."

With that they hopped on Rui's motorcycle and rushed off to the nearest clinic.

As soon as they got to the run-down clinic in Habashira's neighbourhood they were immediately lead to the nearest available doctor. Sometimes having a political father and a dangerous reputation paid off. When the doctor asked of how the amnesia was brought about, Rui (with some careful edits about his own fault in the accident) told the story of the crash. Unfortunately, Rui knew by the doctor's expression that he wasn't going to like his response.

"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Habashira, but there's not really much I can do."

"What!" The two boys screamed.

Rui grabbed the collar of the doctor's jacket, "You're a doctor ain't ya'! You can at least give some kinda memory medicine right!"

The doctor calmly tore himself away from the Chamaeleon's hold, "With a case of traumatic amnesia such as this, the best way is to hire a professional and even then it could require weeks, if not month's a therapy."

"I don't have that long, dammit! Not to mention I don't really have the money for some quack doc. Can't I just smash him over the head again like in the movies?"

The doctor looked appalled, "Heaven's no! Causing another head injury like that could result in a serious, or even fatal injury if you're not careful. You're lucky his boy didn't suffer more then he already did the first time. Not everything is as it seems on TV, Mr. Habashira."

"Believe me I am not lucky at all for this", Rui huffed.

The doctor made a noise of thought as he continued, "However, there is a theory..."

Hiruma looked up at that, "A theory? What theory?"

"They say that a heavy emotional event could possibly cause the brain to release the trapped memories."

"What kind of emotional event?" a skeptical Rui asked.

"Well, you know anything that causes a strong response to the brain, but usually it's something positive. For example, say a pregnant woman got into a situation where she got amnesia, but when she gave birth to her child and saw the face of her newborn, the emotional high she would receive would kick start the brains memory banks and the amnesia would wear off. Like I said though, this is all theory and has never been medically or scientifically proven in any sense."

Hiruma scoffed at the theory, "Why the fuck would even tell us that then? If your not gonna help us we might as well leave. Come on Rui." And before anyone could stop him he got up and left the office.

Before leaving, Rui got up and looked the doctor straight in the eyes, "Thanks for nothing. By the way I don't want any of this to get leaked out of this office."

"All my patient's information is strictly under lock and key, Mr. Habashira."

'That ain't good enough. I want all records of Youichi Hiruma burned once we leave, got that?" Rui punctuated his statement by flashing his pocket knife under the doctor's throat.

The doctor merely nodded at this without a word.

"Good." Rui muttered before leaving the office.

Outside, Hiruma leaned against Rui's bike. The Zokugaku glared at him, "For someone who just met me you're pretty familiar with my property."

"Ke ke ke, it's not that we just met I just don't remember you. How do I know we weren't the best of friends?"

"How do you know we weren't the worst of enemies?" Rui shot back.

"We weren't."

Rui frowned at him, "How... do you know?"

Hiruma stepped close to him, "I don't fuckin' know! All I know is that when I look at you I don't feel that I hate you, in fact I feel some kinda... feelin' of... of comradery. Can we just go now, Goddam it?"

That feeling Rui had in his stomach earlier that day returned even stronger, but he convinced himself that it was just because he hadn't eaten anything since last night. "Yeah, let's go. We can stop by for some food on our way back."

Hiruma hopped on the bike, "Good, I'm fuckin' starving."

For the hundredth time that day Rui told himself that this was a bad idea, however whenever Hiruma gripped tightly onto him when they made a sharp turn or sudden stop he once again felt that feeling within himself, a feeling he would rather forget was ever there then to admit it's existence.