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Chapter two of Blank Memories
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He felt his heart beat drum against his chest, small beads of sweat running down his back and the side of his face as he approached the bedroom door. It was after three in the morning (he just got off of work) and all that time (during work) he was only able to focus on one thing; "It… It was very kind of you… to help me like this. Despite the fact that I'm just a stranger." He wiped the sweat off of his face with the back of his wrist, how could he not remember? After all of what they've been through…
'No use sulking about it, it's better if I find out why he doesn't remember, and why the hell he was there.' He thought to himself as he took a deep breath.
Opening the door, he noticed that the boy was awake, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face. The boy turned his face with a surprised look on his face when he took a step inside.
"Hisagi-san…"
"Hanatarou, you're still awake… or did I wake you up?" Shuuhei asked as he loosened his tie.
"N-No… I just… couldn't sleep." He said in a soft voice, letting his eyes fall and lashes brush against his cheeks.
"Hanatarou… tell me, do you remember anything that happened before you woke up?" He asked as he pulled the covers back up to his chest. Hanatarou kept his eyes closed as he delved his head further into the pillow.
"I… I don't remember… I can only see fragments of what happened… "
He (Shuuhei) heard him take a hitched breath before he bolted upright.
"My sister, she was with me, I mean, we were going to meet before I got cornered, and then I saw her… and that's all I remember…" Hanatarou s trailed off as he pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face there.
"What should I do? What if she's hurt?" He said, his voice cracking. Shuuhei put his hand on his head, ruffling the soft black locks.
"I'm sure she's fine. What's her name?"
"Hina… Hinamori Momo…"
The Yakuza leader froze. That girl… wasn't she the daughter of Kurakawa Hiroshi? So if this Momo girl and Hanatarou are siblings… that meant that- He stopped his thoughts there. There's no way that Hana, his Hana would be a part of some blood-thirsty gang, and besides, their last names were different; Yamada Hanatarou, and Hinamori Momo.
"Hanatarou… tell me the relation of you and your sister" Shuuhei asked, hoping that they weren't related.
"… Well, her mom and my dad got together since her dad went off somewhere and my mom went for another woman… I don't know any specific details, but that I know that her mom was nearly killed by her dad from both physical and mental abuse." He said in a soft voice.
"But they got together when both of us were small, so I don't remember much. And I don't remember anything about my mom (since she was never home)."
The smaller boy shuffled around until his was in a lying-down-on-his-side position. Pulling the covers up to his neck he buried his face into the white pillows.
"Hisagi-san… I … if it's not too much trouble, can I sleep?" He said in a small voice. Shuuhei raised an eyebrow at this, but smiled.
"Don't need to be so polite." He said before he got up and turned the light out.
"I'll be sleeping on the couch, so if you need me don't hesitate to wake me up." He said as he opened the door and stepped out.
He never got an answer, but he was able to make out his soft breathing.
Asleep.
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I felt the wind kiss my cheeks as it passed by me. The sun grinning down at me from the sky. I reached out, wanting to touch the clouds. I wondered if they tasted like cotton candy.
"Hanatarou…"
I turned around to see someone calling out to me. Her arms stretched out, inviting me to a hug. I smiled and ran to her. Her onyx black locks fell past her shoulders and she wore a gentle blue blouse with a long white skirt that frilled out at the ends. Her face was fuzzed out so I couldn't see her face.
"Hanatarou…"
But, I knew who it was.
I ran into her crouched position, having her arms wrap around me and lift me up, closer to the sky and those loose pieces of cotton candy.
I was so happy.
She was so warm, it made me feel …good. Somewhere inside of my chest, it felt warm. I took a deep breath with my nose, taking in what she smelled like… I never knew how to describe it, but it smelled nice.
"Hanatarou…"
I let my eyes fall, drifting into the darkness that suddenly slipped out from under me and let it surround me.
"Kaasan…"
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I'm not really sure who's reading this story, but thanks. Sounds weird thanking people I don't know, but it means a lot to me when I know that even a small number of people give time to read stories that I crafted out.
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