Thanks for the reviews!! I get really high and starts jumping up and down singing everytime I see one! XD Now, I really have to hurry with the updating since I have a mountain of homework waiting.

Disclaimer: I don't own DC, still trying to buy it from Aoyama Gosho, but I guess it's not happening anytime soon, ne?

(Shiho's POV)

Even though neechan insisted that I rest, and I'm thoroughly exhausted, I barely got any sleep. Random flashbacks of the past, the other past as I call it in my mind, kept appearing in my dreams, fading away too fast for me to grasp any details. I hate feeling so powerless, knowing that the memories I lost is right in front of me but I can do nothing to see it clearly.

Kudo-kun was there when I woke from my troubled dreams. Normally I would have grabbed him by an ear and throw him out, or just shoot him to save time, but somehow seeing him there didn't startle me as much as it probably should have. It's almost as if I expected to see him.

I clear my throat. "I thought it wasn't polite for a guy to come into someone's room without knocking. A girl's room, come to think of it, and while she is sleeping." I pointed out accusingly.

He blushed. "Sorry... I...um..."

"Never mind." I said, sitting up and pulling back the covers. I looked at him.

There was an awkward pause.

"...Could you leave so I can change?"

"Right... sorry..." He left, closing the door carefully behind him.

I felt myself smile. Then shook myself out of it and opened the suitcase I brought. I took my time hanging the clothes up in my new closet, looking at each one and deciding what to wear. I didn't even bother to ponder why I was choosing my outfit so carefully, or why I checked the mirror so many times even after I slipped into the sleeveless khaki jacket and jeans that I finally selected. Or why I was nervous when I turned the doorknob.

"Morning, Neechan, Kudo-kun." I greeted.

"Morning, Shiho-chan! Look, I made breakfast!" Neechan chirped, busying herself around the kitchen. She seems happier than I'd seen her in a long time. I smiled, looking down at the enormous pile of pancakes in the plate. "Oh, and nice outfit by the way."

The front door opened. "Akemi-chan, you said you have to talk to m--" Agasa Hakase,whom I vaguely recognize from the photographs Kudo-kun had shown me yesterday and my flashes of memories, walked in, and froze upon seeing me. "...Ai-kun?"

"It's her, Hakase!!" Kudo-kun said, as the professor, whom I think looks even kinder, if possible, than he does in the photographs or my memories, and as he reached out to hug me I realized with a sudden wave of nostalgia, that I recognized his fatherly way to me.

"I made pancakes!" Neechan said cheerily.

"Mine!" Kudo-kun and Hakase both said at the same time.

"...Shinichi! No fair, that's mine!" Hakase whined.

I sat down, laughing, watching the two adults bicker like children.

"Shouldn't you be home for dinner?"

"Go home? Why should I force myself to eat my mom's broccoli when I can come here? I'm eating dinner here every day!"

"Noooooooo! Eat your own food!"

I shivered, dropping my fork. What was that?

"Are you okay? You look pale." Kudo-kun asked, a note of concern in his voice.

I smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine."

Neechan looked at me carefully, obviously worried. "If you say so." she said after awhile, busy loading the pile of pancakes onto another plate and handing it to Kudo.

"So she really doesn't remember us?" Hakase said, disappointed, as Neechan got up to refill the coffee.

Neechan sighed. "I'm afraid not."

"We're not supposed to remember... I thought maybe..."

So there it is again. Why can't you remember?

And in that moment, overwhelming guilt, frustration, and unexpected anger flooded me, and I looked down, biting my lip. Anger at myself, at my uselessness.

They all knew her. Ai. This girl who is supposed to be me but at the same time isn't me. They all knew her better than I know myself.

And just who am I?

"Ai-- I mean Shiho..." Hakase's hand on my arm brought me back down to earth. He smiled. "We don't expect you remember all at once, you know that, right?"

I nodded.

"Shinichi, why don't you show Shiho-chan around? See if she recognize anything." Neechan said. "I need to talk to Hakase."

"Sure!" Shinichi stood, and reached for my hand to help me up. I didn't pull away.

A/N: Is it okay? I'm down with a case of mild writer's block, so sorry if it's no good...