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Okay, so just tell me if Kyouko appears OOC.
She had a husband. And a daughter. A daugther.
A five year old little girl. Her girl. Her daughter.
When the stranger from yesterday night came to meet her this evening, she had been happy to see him. If asked, she can't say why, but she was happy to see him.
It's just that, the moment she saw him, even though she couldn't place who he was at all, she felt she had known him all her life- like she knew him more intimately then she could recall.
She had sat up, resting her head on the bed rest, as she had started thanking (blabbered to be more precise) him before he could even get a word out.
He had sat in the chair beside her bed and murmured in this soft voice, "Hey," and she had noticed the way his eyes seemed to take all of her in, something similar to relief flashing through his eyes. She had the distinct impression that he was glad that she was fine.
"Hello! I, um, you are the guy that was in my room… I mean hospital room last night, right?"
When he had only nodded in response, still appearing to be drinking her in with his eyes, she had proceeded with, "Well, I just wanted to say thank you, you know, for saving me. It was very...nice of you, to carry the weight of me- I must weight a lot?- even if you didn't have any obligation to, so….thank you, I guess."
Her check had turned red with each word she had uttered, realizing she was making a fool of herself, but unable to stop from doing so either. She didn't miss the way the strangers lip curled upward, smirking at her and it was impossible to express in words the mortification she had felt at that moment.
Oh god, he must think I am an idiot or maybe worse- a total nutcase.
She decided to stop her stupid blabbering and ask him the question that had been bothering her since her acquaintance with him.
"You know if you don't mind me asking?" She sneaked a glance at him. He wasn't smirking any more. She went on, "Who are you, exactly? I mean, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but the doctor must have told you of my medical condition right? Yes of course, he has. So, it's just that, I don't remember meeting you and since you are visiting me, you have got to know me, right? "
She raised her eyes to meet his. "And well, you kind of look like- again, not to be rude- but you look like a foreigner."
He had the most beautiful pair of green eyes, she thought as she kept on staring at him.
The stranger opened his mouth to say something, appearing apprehensive about whatever he was about to say, but unfortunately; the doctor who had just walked in to the room beat him to it.
"Ah Kyouko-chan, I see, your husband has come to pick you up."
Trust a doctor to have all the tact in the word when breaking the news to you that you have a husband-who you don't know. Not.
She remembers muttering something along the lines of "Oh I see" while the stranger- no, her husband- oh god, husband- had looked terrified, eyeing her with caution, probably fearing she would start hyperventilating any time now. Which would have probably been the normal reaction from her, except she hadn't, hyperventilate, that is.
Why hadn't she? She could only explain it as some sort of shock reaction. Maybe, after losing her memory, everything else appears normal to her, no matter how bizarre. Maybe, she would have given the same reaction, if she was being checked by aliens instead of a doctor and was stuck in a spacecraft instead of hospital.
She had looked at the stranger and asked in a surprisingly calm voice, "You are my husband?"
The stranger had nodded, that alarmed expression never leaving his face for one single second."Yes, I am, of course I am. My name is Kuon Hizuri." Then he had smiled at her, a shining bright smile and she had felt her heart skip a beat.
She doesn't remember much of what had happened after that. Except that Kuon had filled her in on their relationship status and that they had a daughter too- in such a delicate manner that told her he was worried she would run for the door any moment if he wasn't careful with what he told her.
Now she was going back to his- no their home.
For one moment, it hadn't occurred to her that it might be a lie, because, well, he had all the proof that he was her husband for sure, otherwise hospital wouldn't have allowed him near her. Two, what could anyone gain lying about something so grave to her?
Three, she trusted him. For reasons unclear to her own self, she trusted him.
Her next thought had been that Sho wasn't her husband. She should have felt a searing pain in her chest at that, she should have become desperate to meet Sho, should have wanted to know what went wrong between them that she was now someone else's wife but she felt nothing. Nothing at all.
She wasn't married to her prince charming and yet, she had felt nothing.
What does that say about her? What does that say about her love for Sho? That she didn't love him, at all.
She was curious, of course about what went wrong between them, but that was that-curiosity.
Anyway, she had more important thing to worry about. Like she was going to be technically living with a total stranger or the fact that she had a daughter- a daughter she doesn't remember giving birth to.
Oh god. Oh god.
She finally felt the panic kicking in. She was going to meet her daughter. What should she do? How should she behave?
Kuon, who had been completely silent the whole time he had been driving the car beside her, glance at him from the corner of his eyes and asked with concern,"Are you fine? Is there anything you need?''
She hastened to assure him, "No am absolutely fine. Yeah. It's just, well, what is my-our…our daughter like?"
He smiled. "Like you."
Like her. What kind of answer was that? Like her? How is she like?
"I- Hizuri-san, could you please, elaborate a little?"
She saw his eyes widen. Did she say something wrong?
"What happened?" She asked, frowning.
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving the road. His face didn't show what he was thinking and he appeared calm and composed. In time, she would take this look of his to be the one he dons when he is hurt or troubled. "You call me Kuon or sometimes Corn, not Hizuri-san."
She blushed. Of course, she called him by his name. She is his wife for God's sake. "Oh. Sorry. So Kuon, what do you mean by Lucy is like me?"
The car stopped in front of a large apartment building just then. The kind of apartment building only celebrity and businessman could afford.
"We are here," Kuon informed her.
Kuon stepped out of the car and opened her car door for her, giving her a hand as she got out.
She let her eyes take the building in.
So, this was where she lived.
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Note- I have edited this and tyhe previous chapter. Nothing big, just some typos and wording of sentences. I am currently looking for a Beta.
