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Chapter 3

"What do you mean he can't remember a thing?" the older woman screamed at the doctor. I blinked and couldn't help but shrink back from her a bit. The older man looked shocked, but kept his mouth shut and looked down at the white tile of the room. The doctor put his hands up to set on the woman's shoulders, but she tore away from him.

"He will be fine," the doctor soothed, "He probably will remember….sometime soon. I don't know when." The woman started to take ragged breaths and tears welled in her eyes. Even in this state, I could tell she was rather attractive. She had light brown hair and smile lines around her mouth. Her eyes were a soothing blue that reminded me of a deep ocean. She was slender in build and wore a peach colored dress shirt with a grey skirt and high heels. She also wore a grey jacket over her shoulders.

"I–I want my son back," she gasped as she turned into the older man's chest. He took her in his arms willingly. The man was strongly built unlike the woman. He had dark brown hair that almost looked back and had dark brown eyes. He wore a dark grey trench coat that covered him to just above his knees. His legs were covered with tan dress pants and black dress shoes. He looked up at the doctor.

"How long will he have to stay in the hospital?" the man asked. The doctor rubbed his chin in thought before he answered.

"Maybe a couple days at least. He seems to have healed mostly while he was unconscious," the doctor said. The man nodded.

"Okay just call us when he is ready to leave," the man sighed. Haruto, the boy who had kissed me earlier, suddenly sprung up from the chair he had fallen into when the doctor had told him of my amnesia.

"A–Are you taking him back to your hometown?" he asked desperately. The man nodded. Haruto glanced around at everyone in the room as if he was thinking fast. "You don't have to!" he blurted. The man turned to Haruto, still holding on to the woman.

"Why? He won't be able to take care of himself for a while once he's out of the hospital, Yukimura. Plus he needs rest and around the clock care," he said. Haruto clenched his fists.

"I can do that here! He…He can live at my apartment until he is better!" The room fell silent at that moment. The woman looked up at Haruto.

"That is very kind of you," she said with a small smile. Before she could go on the man broke in.

"But that kindness is not needed," he said, "Kazuki will be coming with us."

"Will he be able to make the trip though?" Haruto challenged, his emerald green eyes like twin fires. I stared at them for a moment mesmerized. Anyone who looked into them would definitely be sucked into a vortex of green, like I was at that very moment.

The woman sighed. "…I think we can trust Yukimura to look after our son," she soothed her husband, "Hasn't he always called us if something has happened to Kazuki? Like with the motorcycle incident with Yamato, Makoto. Yukimura called us the moment there was even a chance Kazuki was hurt. Thank God he wasn't though." The man nodded with a sigh. He looked back at Haruto.

"You can look after Kazuki," as he started Haruto's face brightened a bit, but fell again as the man went on, "If he is okay with it." They all turned towards me. I blinked.

"Uh…I…don't know," I stammered glancing around the room. The doctor then stepped up to the man.

"Don't make him make a decision like that this early while he is still confused," the doctor said, "Just make a decision please." The man sighed but nodded.

"Fine, Yukimura," the man said, "You can take care of him. But you better do it right and don't tell him lies of the life he doesn't remember." Haruto nodded.

"I promise to only tell him the truth, Mr. Saito," Haruto vowed with a smile.

The woman unwrapped from the man's arms and walked over to my bed. She hugged me tight. I tried to hug her back, but it felt…awkward. "I'll miss you, Kazu," she said through a fit of tears, "Remember fast okay? I'll visit you soon."

"I'll try…Mom?" I asked. She nodded and hugged me again. She kissed my cheek and coated it with lipstick and tears. I didn't dare wipe it off while she was still in the room. The man, who I assumed was my father, walked over after his wife. He ruffled my hair gently on top where the head bandage wasn't present.

"Don't do anything stupid while you're in this state, son," he told me, "And call us if you need anything." I forced a smile at him and he nodded once. He wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders and they both made their way out of the hospital room with the doctor trailing behind.

Once I finished watching everyone leave, I looked over at Haruto. He had slumped back into the chair, his hand in his jet black hair. He looked stressed. Did my father really shake him up this much? "Were we friends?" I asked him. He looked up at me, his fingers untangling from his hair.

"Yeah," he told me. I nodded as I lay back down against the pillows of my bed.

"Close friends?" I asked again, glancing over at him. I barely caught his slight blush before he looked down at his tan hands in his lap, his hair shadowing his face.

"Best friends," he chuckled. I nodded.

"Then those people were my parents? Where do they live?" I asked. He looked back up at me.

"Yes," he explained, "They live in a town about four hours from here."

"Why do they live so far away?"

"You're a freshman in college." He said.

"Do you go to the same college?" I asked. He nodded with a slight smile. I focused on it. He had a slight dimple in his left cheek as that was the side his lip tugged at as he grinned. I blinked a few times. Why was I noticing all of these details? What made him so special? My lips tingled as I remembered his kiss.

"What was that before?" I asked again. He turned his head to the side a bit in confusion.

"What before?" he asked. I rubbed my arm in nervousness and glanced over at him.

"When I first woke up you…kissed me," I mumbled looking away from him. There was silence for a moment. I glanced at him again, about to repeat if he didn't hear. My eyes widened a bit as I saw the sight before me.

Haruto had his tan hand over his mouth, trying to cover up the hard blush underneath his trembling fingers. He was staring past me outside the window. I tried to get into the center of his gaze as much as I could without feeling pain in my abdomen. "Um…I said–"

"I know what you said!" Haruto exclaimed, his voice shaky, "I just…I'm sorry. I really am." He let out a shaky breath and went on, "I–I don't remember. It must have been those drugs that the doctors gave me for the pain in my leg. Pretty heavy stuff." I nodded. I didn't know if he really didn't remember it or not. I would be pretty embarrassed too if I found out I had kissed a guy and I didn't remember it. Well actually I could have…I didn't remember anything before today. I could have been full out gay for all I knew. I shuddered a bit. Who knew what kind of person I was.

"Are you cold?" Haruto asked. I looked up at him to see he had stood up. His face was cooled and he looked pretty normal except for the uneasiness in his eyes. Why was he so easy to read?

"Yeah…kind of," I lied to him. I was honestly fine. He nodded.

"I'll get a nurse to get you an extra blanket then," he said before giving me a smile. I smiled back and he made his way out of the room. I rubbed by arm as I saw his limp again. I had been told I was in a crash. Was Haruto in it as well? How long ago was it? Why did I get beat up like this while Haruto just had a bad leg?

I had so many questions.

I itched my weak leg for the thousandth time and rolled around in my bed. It felt good to be back home after two weeks of sleeping in that hard hospital bed, but thinking of Kazuki all alone in that huge medical building made me uneasy. I knew he would be fine but I couldn't help but worry.

I sat up and looked around my apartment. The moonlight shined through the sliding doors leading out to the landing made the room look eerie and lonely. My apartment was fairly small. Why did I think that two people could live here? There were only two rooms separated by a dividing wall and a full bathroom. One of us would have to sleep on the floor or we would both have to sleep in the…

I covered my face with my hands and pushed myself back down into the pillows of my bed. I couldn't even finish the thought without my face turning red. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself.

I had one more day to figure out how to deal with this awkward situation I had gotten myself into. I vowed to myself that I wouldn't think any thoughts besides those of friendship while Kazuki was staying at my apartment. He needed to rest and remember. Once he remembered then maybe we could talk about what happened between us. But in his current state it was impossible.

I sighed again and closed my eyes, covering my face with the sheets. Sleep took over fast, gently taking my worries and fears with it.