And now the flashbacks really begin! Muahaha! I adore flashbacks. Actually, I just love memory. Not as in this fiction, but as in simple memory in general. I find memory to be such a beautiful thing. But anyway, today as well as there being flashbacks there's OkiSei. *dies* My pathetic fangirl self was running freely as I wrote this, so I hope you enjoy! OH, yesh, and sorry about the late-ish update... ^-^

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Don't you feel awful for him, though? I started scolding myself for writing this... Oh, oh, but this is funny! Right after I finished writing it, there was a wind storm. I got so many weird looks when I started talking to the wind, telling it I had to do something or the plot wouldn't move along. =_=

What they look like? Hmm... I'm not good at describing this, so I'll post links to pictures of characters from different series that have the same hair. Okita: http:/www .animevice. com/hayato-ichijiku/18-31886/all-images/84-238292/1/83-427170/ That's how I imagine his hair. I would give you a picture of Sei, but I don't really need too. Her hair is the same, only without the bald spot. So just with a ponytail and bangs. Yuuma: http:/ highschooldebut ./wiki/Asaoka That picture with Asaoka written on it is what Yuuma looks like. And you were right about Gennan. ^-^ He looks the same.

You listened to Aozora? *gape* I LOVE YOU! Thank you, thank you, thank you! *huggles til Kaede can be hugged no more*

Sei stared listlessly at her dresser. Practically every inch of it was covered in picture frames, some still empty. The ones that did have pictures were almost all of either her and Okita or just Okita.

Sei picked one of the pictures up and brought it close to her face. She looked at it intently, willing herself to remember. Why would she forget him if she really loved him? It didn't make sense. But she had to have loved him – she must have. Why else would she have all these pictures? It didn't make sense. And of course because it didn't make sense she wanted to remember much more then she originally would ahve. She so badly wanted to remember every second they had been together. She knew she had hurt him. His face when she walked out of the room… she couldn't get it out of her head. But, to make everything worse, it was all her fault. Everything he was going through was fault, and no matter how much she tried, she couldn't remember him – she couldn't remember anything about him.

She yanked open her drawer and dug to the bottom to shove the picture in out of frustration and anger. As she was burying it in her drawer, she came across a small, worn notebook. Her fury replaced by curiosity, she picked up the notebook and examined it.

She opened it to see her writing covering the page. She leafed through the pages, seeing every page was written on, except for maybe the last three.

After going through it randomly, she went back to the first page again and began to read.

Day 1

Most people would put the date instead of 'Day 1', wouldn't they? Well, I'm putting 'Day 1. Why? Because this isn't a journal. This is me keeping track of my time with Okita-kun. Almost no one stays with their first love through their entire life (though I hope I'm different) so I want to keep track of every day I spend with him. I don't want to let him become 'that guy I used to date'. I want him to be more important then that. I want him by my side every day for the rest of my life. What I'm getting at is that I don't want him to be only a memory.

Back then she hadn't wanted him to become a memory, huh? Now he wasn't even that.

Tomorrow will be our first full day as couple. I'm so nervous. How do I act now? We've been friends for so long and the sudden jump from friendship to a romantic relationship… I'm scared of how this is going to go. But I'll wait and find out tomorrow how it's going to be. …I officially hate waiting.

Sei closed it before she could read the next entry, or, as she labeled it in the book, 'Day 2'. She would read an entry a day, as she had lived them. Maybe… maybe she could call Okita and ask him for more details…? She shook her head. No. That would hurt him worse, surely. Hearing that he had to tell her what had happened. But if she intended to learn how it really went and the words exchanged, then it was the only choice.

She picked up her phone and looked through her contacts. In a short time, she found Okita's name accompanied by a picture of him with a ridiculous amount of treats. Sei looked at the picture a little. She questioned her sanity for once loving this man. Before she could change her mind, she pressed the call button.

"Hello, Sei-san," he said. Okita had answered almost immediately, but not too eagerly. He sounded willing to pretend he didn't know either, not forcing any of the memories on her. "Did you need something?"

Sei breathed in deeply, calming herself. "A-actually, I wanted to ask you something," she said slightly nervous though she had no idea why she should be. "C-could you tell me about our days as a couple? Just one day at a time, I mean. I… I want to remember."

Okita was quiet a moment, shocked. "Y-yeah, sure. I'd love to do anything that helps."

"Thanks," Sei said, smiling.

"Do you want me to come over or does the phone work better?" Okita asked willingly.

"Please, don't come," Sei said too quickly. "I-I mean…! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that you weren't welcome, but… I'm not ready to handle that… you know?" Sei waited for his response. She was scared that she had hurt him again.

"Okay, that's fine," Okita said. Though he was trying to hide his disappointment there was still a hint of it in his voice.

"So, start with how we got together," she said, pretending she had not noticed his tone.

"Well, It was an unbelievably hot day, we were on our way home from school, and you had been avoiding me all day…

"Sei-san, did I do something wrong?" Okita asked jogging to keep up with her. "You haven't even looked at me all day."

"I've talked to you almost every day of my life. Is it a shame if I miss one?" She attempted to sound annoyed. Actually, she had wanted to talk to him all day and was completely ecstatic that he noticed she had been avoiding him.

"I'm sure I'd be offended if I didn't know you better then that," Okita teased.

"Shut up," she grumbled.

"Sei-san," Okita said more firmly. "Just tell me. How bad can it be?"

Sei stopped and stood still. "Fine. You want to know? But don't hit me when you realize you'd be better off without hearing this."

Okita leaned back and looked at her, urging her to go on.

"I… I was up thinking last night," Sei stared at her feet, determined and embarrassed. "And I… I realized something. I love you." Sei didn't look up. She was terrified of what he'd say. There. She's said it. Any moment now, he'd be running away, terrified of what his friend had just said. Honestly, why did he have to ask? Why did it have to be so hard to say no or lie to him?

"Sei-san…" Okita stared at her, wide eyed. "I don't know what to say. But I… I love you too." His last three words were rushed, said in a single breath.

"Okita-kun?" Sei looked up at him. "You're not serious, are you? No, of course not. You're joking. Yeah, that's it! Joking! In fact, I was too!" Sei faked laughter. "Why would we ever feel that way…? Ahaha!"

Okita smiled. It was just like her to brush it off like this. He placed his hands on her shoulders holding her firmly in place. "I love you, okay? Stop pretending it's a joke." He pulled her closer and placed a light kiss on her lips. "See? I'm completely serious."

"Th-that's how it went?" Sei asked, embarrassed.

"Yeah… It was, and still is, the happiest day of my life," Okita concluded. "Do you want to hear anything else?"

"No, I'll ask for more later. I want to find out one day at a time. I found my journal earlier today I was going to read an entry a day. If something happens that I need to know more about, I'll ask you. Is that okay?" Sei asked, suddenly concerned he may not want her calling him randomly.

Okita's eyes widened. "You? You kept a diary?" Okita chuckled. "That's hilarious!"

"Journal. Jour-nal. There's a difference," Sei persisted.

"Of course there is," Okita teased, laughter in his voice. "By the way, thanks."

"Huh?' Sei asked, confused.

"I really appreciate that you're trying to remember like this." She could tell by his voice that he was smiling brightly. "It… just makes me really happy that you're trying to remember."

Sei was taken aback that he could be happy after such a small gesture. "Wh-what?"

Okita chuckled. "What I mean to say is, thank you. It means a lot to me. I feel like I can hope again. You have no idea how happy that makes me."

"O-Okita-san…" Sei breathed. "Okay, but… do you mean that? Because this is hardly anything on my part. All I'm doing is listening to you. Really, I don't understand why it makes you happy. I'm practically just being a burden. Do you really mean it when you say you're happy?"

Okita chuckled. "Yes. You may not remember me, but I still love you. You're never a burden to me. I'm still happy to even talk to you, okay? Stop fretting about how I'm doing. As long as you're okay, I'll be fine. I'll find a way to smile as long as you can too."

Sei couldn't respond. What could she say? She slowly lowered the phone. After everything… after her forgetting him completely, he still loved her? He still cared? He didn't hate her for forgetting? A tear slipped down her cheek. "I'm… so sorry," she murmured.

I hope you enjoyed the longer chapter! ^-^ I really liked writing this one. It was all… happy-ish? Maybe I should try writing something happy more often… nah, forget that. *smile smile* Anyway, I would really love to hear from you! Any tips or anything makes me really happy! Thank you for reading!