Hi! OMG that last chapter was over 1,000 words long! Some one-shots don't reach that target! Once again a big thank you to 'GaaraLovesMe' and 'RatsRule' for their lovely reviews.

OK! Ha'ri's turn now! This chapter has a lot of...wierd stuff in it. You'll see what I mean when you read the chapter. This was great to write! I'm light-headed now though from all this adrenaline! Enjoy chapter...I don't remember...of 'Missing Identity'! Your's sincerely, Bradhadair12.

Disclaimer (I keep forgetting to put this in): I don't own Furuba, savvy?


The Liberation

I wake again. All this fainting is beginning to take it's toll on my patience. I'm beginning to become very grumpy, even after the events of God-knows-when. Somehow this moodiness feels very familiar, comforting almost, as if I always acted like this before I got amnesia. Things are starting to make sense now, but that does nothing but make more questions appear. Why and how did I get amnesia? Did I have a whole over life before this tragedy? I must have had, if I remembered Kagura.

Kagura. I wonder where she is? I sit up slowly this time, learning from my previous mistakes. The room I'm in is pretty bland, only displaying a neat desk and set of shelves. I'm lying on the floor again, only this time in more comfort. A box stands near to me, radiating heat somehow. It seems familiar to the box in the other place. I wonder if I'm still there. I don't see why I would have to be moved. The floor feels the same; the atmosphere is very different. It's caked with worry, anxiety and shrouded secrets, nothing like the relaxed air of the other place.

I spot a section of the wall that deviates from the rest. I seems to have a broad outline around it. I crawl towards it, not wanting to stand up in case I fall over and inflict more pain on my body, and gently brush the surface of my fingers over the wall. I moves back and slides to my left, revealing a stunning sight, making me take in too much oxygen again.

I see a garden. Flowers of thousands of different colors, shapes and sizes frame the scene beautifully, with a small pond swirling around moss-covered rocks. It reminds me of a piece of paper I once got from a friend, though who it was from escapes my clutches. What was it again? Oh, yes. A postcard. I've never seen something so beautiful, or at least I don't think I have. It is a great contrast to the environments I've been living in. I almost throw myself into the pool before I remember the illness with a depressed sigh. Everything always loses it's vibrancy everytime it tightens it's grip around my life.

A gentle yet sombre voice calls out from behind me, and I spin around to glower at the being slouched in the hole in the wall. It appears to be quite tall compared to Kagura, with short, dark hair, and only one green eye! I briefly contemplate why It has only one eye when clearly It should have two. It ambles nearer, but stops when I growl warningly. I'm in no mood for strangers.

It raises It's only eyebrow and puts down a bag I hadn't noticed before, and unclamps it. It removes some bizarre instruments and kneals down next to me, ignoring the waves of venom curling around me. It speaks more gibberish and swiftly removes my mud and blood caked shirt and presses the head of one of the instruments to my chest. I scream as the icy bitterness burns my chest, causing It to retract quickly. I jump to my feet and tear out of the room and towards the garden, but trip over a carefully placed leg. I struggle furiously, my chest heaving, but freeze once I feel a hand on my forehead and see a pair of suddenly fierce eyes boring into mine, as if searching my soul.

White light wraps it's self around my mind and body, gently soothing the neurosis that has somehow set in. I feel lightheaded, as if I'm floating past the stars and the misery of the world I found myself in. I'm breathing in the very essence of life and all creation, and breathing out pure light, as if I'm a God. I can feel feel my body evanescencing, until I'm only an awareness. Even then, I begin to gently unravell to become part of the flow of life once more, and the wierdest thing is I really don't give a damn about any of this.

I'm back in my body again. I'm panting and sweating like a beast as I try and grasp the concept of my epiphany. My eyes fly around the room, trying to catch glimpses of the sweetness and purity I just felt. I know I'm panicking now. I must be insane. This cannot be normal. I felt as if I was the creator of the universe, as if I could control anything and everything, as if I were part of everything and nothing. I'm such a freak.

"You're OK."

It was more of a statement than a question. My attention is brought make to the man infront of me. The man called Hatori Sohma. The man who just showed me the creation of the universe and jolted me back to my body in no time or effort. The man who I'm now staring at fearfully. The man who must be God himself.

"I presume you know who I am, right?"

I do, but how can I tell him? I don't know how! It suddenly hits my like a bag of bricks. I don't remember how to talk! Damn. DAMN! Thisisbadthisisbadthisisbad! I'm panicking again now. I need to calm down. I just want to get up and shout at him, to release all these pent-up words and emotions I don't know how to release. At least now I can finally understand the once-garbled words. I wonder if I could repeat them back to him or not? Maybe he'll freak out. That would be funny.

"I'll take that as a no. My name is Hatori Sohma. I'm a doctor. A while ago the head of our family, Akito Sohma, requested that your memories were erased. Why, is something that cannot be disclosed to you. Now if you'll just relax your self enough to breathe without rattling like a bucket of frozen peas then I'll fill you in on what has happened. Then you can tell me what you know, or more specifically, what you still remember..."