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Chapter four of Blank memories.
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He felt his heart stop for a moment. Those pretty blue orbs stared right at him, looking for an answer. 'Have we met before?' He tried to say something, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate with him.
After a long silence he gave a sigh, rubbed his face with the palm of his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Hanatarou, do you know who I am?"
"A Yakuza leader?"
The older man sweat dropped at this.
"Anything besides that."
Hanatarou averted his gaze from him to his small hands that grasped the bed covers. Closing his eyes he bit down on his lip.
"I… I have a feeling… that we have met before, and you are an important piece of my life." The boy looked up.
"Shuuhei-san, I can't recall anything besides…" He trailed off, a blush soon covered his face.
"Besides what?"
"Besides… your smile." He said and looked away. It was a cheesy thing to say, but hey, it was true. Shuuhei gave a small smile.
"Then, do you remember this?" He asked as he gently pulled the small boy into him, his arms locked around his fragile frame. Hana stiffened for a moment before relaxing.
'This smell…' He let his eyes droop. 'The smell of… coffee? Smoke?' He couldn't tell. Instead of saying anything he grasped onto the fabric of Shuuhei's shirt and let his senses numb.
"I see you do." Shuuhei chuckled and kissed the top of his head.
"But I'm not going to tell you a straightforward answer. Instead, I'll help you regain your memories.
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(Memories)
"What's wrong Hanatarou? Why did you run out of the Church like that?" The man asked as he ruffled the boy's silky locks. Instead of replying, the boy turned his head away and pulled away form his touch.
"Hanatarou?" He asked. The boy merely glared at him and walked away.
"I hate you." He mumbled. "I hate you, you replaced Kaasan."
After saying that he ran to his room and closed the door and turning the lock so the man couldn't get in. He crumpled into a limp pile and began to sob against the door. Why had he said that? Why had he said that he hated him? 'Because you do.' A small voice in the back of his mind said to him.
"But… I can't hate him."
'Why not?'
"Because… because he's my otousan, and it's wrong if you hate your otousan…" He said and buried his face in his knees and began to cry once more.
'But he replaced Kaasan right? That gives you a reason to hate him.'
The boy looked up with a thoughtful expression on his face.
'Think about it Hana, he took away Kaasan from you, he knew that you love her, and yet, he replaced her without any second thoughts.'
Hanatarou shivered, he didn't like the voice in his head. It began to talk to him ever since Kaasan left, and now it wouldn't leave him alone. He rubbed his upper arms with his small hands, trying to comfort himself without the help it it.
'don't ignore me Hanatarou. You know perfectly well that what your Otousan did was wrong. It's not right for him to replace your Kaasan with another woman, with a stranger. The Kaasan that you love so much, has no place in your life anymore because of him.'
Hana covered his ears and shook his head.
"L-Leave me alone…"
'Hanatarou…'
"Go away…"
'You can't get away from me…'
"Go away…!"
'You can't cower form reality forever…'
"G-go away!"
'You need me Hana… you need me-'
"GO AWAY!!!" Hana screamed and kicked about. He heard his father's footsteps pounding against the floor and making his way here, but instead of hiding, he sat there, crying with his hands over his ears.
"go away…go away… go…"
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(Shuuhei's memories)
The rain fell from the sky in large droplets. I felt each one fall against my battered and cut skin, cleaning out the shit that was in there. I had my head hung low, and had zoned myself out to the sound of the falling rain. I hadn't noticed the small footsteps approach me. Nor did I see the small pair of feet stop in front of me.
" "
I didn't notice that he was speaking. I couldn't register myself into the real world. It was when he held the umbrella over me, that was when I noticed him.
"A-ano, you look injured, so, uh, if, if you don't have a place to go, I wouldn't mind, helping you."
I gave him a long stare. My eyes were dull, and it was difficult to focus, so my vision was blurry.
"I-I mean, only if you want a place to stay, I wouldn't mind. But…"
I could feel his eyes on my wounds.
"But at least, let me help you heal."
He had his umbrella held hand stretched out so the both of us were protected from the rain. I was finally able to focus my eyes, and had my breath caught. He had gentle blue orbs that reflected worry as they looked at me, his hair was short and went past his ears, long enough for him to qualify as a girl, and small delicate lips that completed his pretty face. But it wasn't his hair, or skin that caught my attention, it was his eyes that had me speechless. As an answer I nodded, which got him to smile a bit; he was relieved, and now, so was I.
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Short chapter, but hey, better than nothing.
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