Okay I decided to post a little sooner than I planned cause...well I had the chapter done and I also wanted to share something with you guys! My friend read my story and she's like an AMAZING drawer! So she drew Kazuki and is in the process of drawing Haruto and some other characters and scenes. She gave me the picture of Kazuki today and I freaked! It was too perfect! She got every aspect I had of Kazuki onto paper. So I guess I did pretty well in explaining how I saw him in my writing?

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Chapter 4

Haruto helped me out of the taxi onto the sidewalk. Once he unfolded my wheelchair I sat in it. Even though I could walk now, the doctor had said to use the wheelchair whenever I wasn't in the house or sitting down.

As I got myself comfortable I looked up to see a rather normal apartment building. I had actually expected one of those apartments in the rough part of town. The ones all the college students ended up getting since they were practically broke. Haruto had told me that he was a Junior in the same college I went to. That made me feel a little better. I wouldn't be going to some school that everyone knew me while I didn't even remember where I sat.

"Thank you," Haruto said to the cab driver with a smile, giving him the money we owed. The driver gave him a grunt and rolled up the window. He was off in a matter of seconds. I squared my jaw.

"He was rude," I retorted. Haruto chuckled a bit.

"You're going to meet people like that everyday, Kazuki," he answered with a smile towards me. I shook my head and looked back at the apartment building.

"Lead on," I told him. He nodded and started to roll my wheelchair towards the front door.

Haruto's apartment was on the third floor. Once we got out of the elevator he rolled me down the hall to a door with the letters 3C on it. "Here we are," he said as he fumbled with his keys to unlock the door.

"This is nicer than I thought it would be," I said to him as he opened the door. He rolled me in and shut the door again.

"I have a pretty good job at the coffee shop across the street," he explained, "Since it's so close I can get a little more hours in. Plus then I don't have to pay for subway and taxi fairs."

"What about college?" I asked as I slowly stood up. He put his keys on a key rack by the door and shrugged his black jacket off.

"Close enough to walk to and I don't have tons of classes this year. I scheduled them so they are later in the day. My first class is at 5pm and my last class starts at 8 pm." He explained, "I can take your jacket." He held out his hand towards me, his own jacket draped over his other arm. I took my own dark red jacket off as well and gave it to him. He opened the door close to the front door and hung the jackets up.

As he did so, I turned around to see his apartment. It wasn't large, but wasn't small. It was ideal for one person. We were in the kitchen upon walking in. It consisted of a medium sized fridge, an oven and stove, a table big enough for two people to sit at and some counter and cabinet space. The door to the bathroom was also in this area. I peeked in as I walked past it. It was a regular bathroom with a sink, toilet and bathtub/shower. Fairly clean for a college student. Actually the whole apartment was.

I kept walking until I passed the wall that divided the apartment. On the other side was what looked like a bedroom. There was a queen sized bed with a nightstand next to it. On the nightstand a clock and a lamp rested. Across from the bed was a small desk and a bookshelf crammed with books. I walked over to look at some of them.

"I'm sorry for the one bed thing," Haruto said as he walked in the room, "I'll sleep on the floor." I turned to him before I got the chance to read any of the book titles.

"Okay," I said, "But it's your house. I'm not kicking you out." Haruto smiled again. God I was getting tired of those things. He smiled like every two seconds and every one was genuine and dazzling.

"I told your father that I would take care of you until you fully recovered and remembered. And I intend to do that to its fullest," He said, picking up a stray notebook on the floor by the bed. I crossed my arms and looked away.

"I don't need taking care of," I mumbled. Haruto laughed. I blinked as I heard it. I had never heard Haruto laugh that I remembered. It was actually quite…uplifting.

"Until you remember what you had for lunch the day before the crash you will need taking care of. And since I'm the only one who really can at the moment then you will have to put up with me," he chuckled. I turned back to him to see him sitting on the bed.

"So you're pretty much saying you are my only friend? God I must be a real freak," I told him rolling my eyes with a slight smile. Haruto's face fell. I stared at him. Did I say something wrong?

"No, I wasn't your only friend. Makoto was also a friend of…ours," he said quietly, "He moved to America the day of the crash. By the time he was up in the plane we were driving down the highway." I sighed, trying to figure out why Haruto was so sad all the sudden.

"Were you two close?" I asked him. Haruto's head shot up to looked at me, his eyes full of surprise. He let out a nervous chuckle.

"No," he said, "You two were closer than him and I." I nodded and straddled the desk chair. I tried not to show my soreness as I did so.

"So why did he leave?" I asked. Haruto shrugged.

"Apparently his family decided to move back to America. His father is American," he said, "Makoto wanted to stay in Japan but his parents didn't want the family to be separated anymore. Now all of his family live in America since his mother's parents died." I nodded and set my chin on the back of the chair. Haruto suddenly plopped down on the bed with his hand through his hair. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment.

"You two were close…" he finally told me, his voice quiet, "You were really sad when he left. That's why I pulled over to the side of the road on the highway. If I had just waited to get off that highway then we wouldn't be in this mess. But I couldn't stand seeing you so depressed. I had to comfort you somehow." I stared at him. He looked so guilty. But it wasn't his fault, was it? The doctor had told me that a truck had slid because of water on the road and hit our car.

"It's not your fault," I told him coldly, "The stupid truck hit us. At least that's what the doctor told me." Haruto shook his head.

"It is my fault," he breathed, "And you had to be stupid and go and protect me." I blinked and lifted my head off of the back of the chair.

"Protect you?" I asked. Haruto's green eyes shot towards me in nervousness. He shot off the bed and smiled.

"Are you hungry? I can go get some food for tonight at the store really quick," he said as he started to walk towards the closet again to grab his jacket.

"Um…sure?" I said, utterly confused. Haruto nodded and swung his jacket on. He was out the door in a flash.

I sat there for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened. Haruto's words echoed in my mind. I shook my head to try and clear it. Protect him…how would I protect him in a car crash? Is that why he was barely hurt while I suffered from amnesia? I really wanted to ask him these questions…but I was afraid he would evade them again. Apparently he was hiding something from me. Something important. And I had only scratched the surface with today's conversation.

The next morning I woke to the smell of eggs and bacon. I sat up in the bed but was welcomed with a new set of sores alone my spine. I let out a small cry, trying to conceal it behind my pale hand. Not two seconds later Haruto's dark head of hair poked around the dividing wall.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes full of concern. I nodded slowly.

"Just sore," I told him. He sighed and disappeared again. I heard a cabinet door open and close then the shaking of pills in a plastic bottle.

"After you eat I've got some pain killers that the doctor told me to give you each morning," Haruto's voice drifted from the kitchen, "And I think you need to take them right before you go to bed too. Sorry I didn't think of them last night."

"Okay," I mumbled, still half asleep. I pulled the covers back and slowly stood up. I stretched my back and let out another small cry. I then made my way into the kitchen, scratching my bare stomach.

Haruto was scraping eggs onto a plate on the table as I walked in. He smiled up at me, but froze for a moment. He then quickly looked back down at the eggs as he set them down on the table, as if he was hiding the expression on his face. "Good morning," he said. I gave him a nod as he looked back up and he chuckled. "You never were a morning person," he added. I shrugged and sat down in one of the chairs. Haruto put a few bacon strips on my plate with the eggs. He let out a happy sigh as he sat down in his own chair.

As I started to chew on a bacon strip, Haruto took a bite of his eggs. "I have to go to work in a little bit," he said. I nodded. "You don't have to go to your classes yet, so just hang here until I get back. Just rest. The TV is behind the cabinet doors next to the bookshelf." I nodded again as I picked up another strip. Haruto chuckled.

"What?" I mumbled. He smiled at me.

"You're so funny in the morning," he laughed. I looked away from him in a scowl and chewed my bacon to bits in frustration.

Once Haruto was finished, he stood up and started to clean up the mess he had made while making breakfast. He was almost finished by the time all my food was gone. I stood up and set my dishes in the sink as Haruto went to grab the bowl of eggs to put in the fridge. I turned around to see him staring at me, his eyes dark.

"What?" I asked. He stuttered wordlessly for a moment. "What?" I repeated, a little harsher. He shook his head.

"N–Nothing…" he stuttered again as he continued to clean up. I narrowed my eyes.

"What?" I asked him, not caring if my tone was hostile. Haruto bit his lip and turned around.

"It just…your back," was all he said. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, but headed towards the bathroom. I flicked the light on and turned around in the mirror. My eyes widened as I saw my pale back. It was raked with scars and stitches held some of the bigger wounds together. No wonder my back hurt so much. I stretched my back a little and saw the scars loosen and tighten. I bit my lip as pain shot through it.

"Here," Haruto said quietly as he went to stand in the doorway. He put a couple of pills on the counter and a glass of water. "I'm sorry…" he whispered. I turned to him.

"It's not your fault," I told him, "…Unless you're not telling me something." I held my blue gaze to his downcast green. "Look at me," I said harshly. He looked up at me with dull emeralds. He shook his head and left the bathroom. I heard the closet door open and close. I let out a sigh as I heard him leave the apartment.

Leaning against the counter I looked at myself in the mirror. I still had a scratch over my left cheek that will probably turn into a scar. I ran my hand through my shaggy dark brown hair. I sighed again. Tonight I was going to talk to Haruto about what he was keeping a secret from me. I trusted him to tell me of my old life and I wasn't going to let him get away with anything.