AN: Christmas Day Drama!

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Ken groaned as a shrill noise pierced his brain.

He knew drinking that much hadn't been a good idea. Despite Sora and Yuri losing, the Kaleido group had gone out to celebrate Leon and May's win. Though Leon had left the festivities early on in the night. In the end, the party spit into smaller groups, leaving Ken with May. The festival winner had been literally drunk with her victory. Ken had drank on with her, but not nearly as much as her.

And even then, he got plastered sooner than her.

He'd feel more embarrassed if his head wasn't pounding so much. His hand pathetically smacked the table, trying to blindly find his phone. Stupid thing shouldn't be that hard to find. Then, he heard it slide across the table and into his hand. He frowned at that.

"You're a mess."

Now wide eyed, he shot up from his prone position.

"May?!"

Wearing shades, Ken saw her mouth twist in displeasure.

"Ugh, not that loud stupid!"

"Why are you-where am I –" he blabbered incoherently to himself as he looked around, not recognizing his surroundings.

May sighed loudly. "You lost your room key." She paused to take a long drink of her coffee. "Then you passed out. I had to drag your sorry butt back to my place."

He let that sink in. Then, without thinking, he looked over himself under the blanket.

"Of course you still have clothes on!" May fumed red faced. "You're on the freaking couch moron!"

"Oh. Right..."

"You're worse than a girl," she muttered to herself as she walked off. "Freaking pre-teen boy…"

Ken, of course caught that. He frowned heavily.

"I'm not a pre-teen," he mumbled to himself in reassurance. He opened his phone to see a voicemail. He listened to it with half a mind. "I'm a sturdy, young man. Twenty one. Older than her, for sure…"

The message ended. He hadn't registered a single word said. He stayed seated with his phone to his ear, slowly realizing something about what he just heard.

"That was Yuri…" He looked back at the number on his phone. "Using Sora's phone?" His eyes widened at the wild implications his still hazy mind supplied him with. "What!?"

He replayed the message with haste. May was back in the living room, having heard him cry out.

"What's wrong now? Your voice cracked?"

Ken gestured agitatedly as the message continued on. May didn't understand a single bit of it. He got up and started shoving his shoes on. She leaned against the wall as she watched him trip over his jeans on the floor. Red faced, Ken then took his shoes off to one handedly put his jeans on over his boxers. She loudly slurped the rest of her coffee.

"I can see why Anna wants you on her clown team."

He finished listening to the voicemail and promptly shoved his phone into his pants' pocket.

"We need to go."

"The flight's not for another four hours."

"Not there. The hospital." Ken turned around, looking for his wallet. "He's waiting for us."

May slowly blinked at that. "I'm not going anywhere with a crazy drunk."

"I'm not crazy!" He let out a sound of frustration. "Where's my damn wallet?!"

"Whoa. You actually know cuss words. Good for you. Now you're a teenager instead of only being-" May cut off abruptly as Ken grabbed her arms. "Get your hands off of –"

He kissed her sloppily. She promptly shoved him off.

"What the hell is going on with you?!"

Ken shook his head hard. "Sorry, I- that was not why I grabbed your arms. I mean, I did want to kiss you but not like this. Maybe somewhere nicer -"

"Like hell I would let you do it again!" she hotly retorted. And then she winced. "Ahh… You made me yell." She rubbed her throbbing head. "Dang it Ken…"

Ken took in a long breath to clear his head.

"Sora got hit by a car last night."

Behind her shades, May's eyes were wide.

"…May?"

She recalled herself, straightening up. But she gave no quip or snide remarks about how the redhead probably got hit doing something stupid, making the accident well deserved. She had no more scolding for Ken's actions just a moment ago.

It felt so small compared to what had happened.

"Your wallet's on the dining table."

Ken grabbed it. Then they were out the door.

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Yuri didn't know how long he slept in the waiting room.

It felt like he had been waiting forever and then suddenly, someone was calling his name. Someone kicked his leg harder than necessary. He grunted at the sharp stinging in his shin and then shifted on the chair. He winced as he felt how awkward a position he had been in.

"Ken. And…May?"

May kept her arms crossed. She didn't take offense to the pause before her name. They had never been formally introduced.

"What's the news?"

Yuri heard his back crack a little. "She's out of the ER, last I recalled. But they weren't letting anyone in just yet. Not until one of her emergency contacts arrived."

"One of?"

"I'm one of the emergency contacts," Ken filled in for May. "And Sarah's the other. But she got a late flight last night so she could spend Christmas Day with Kalos."

"Those two are together?" May made a face. "I just can't see it."

"They had actually been in a performing troupe before the stage was created."

"Kalos used to perform? Doing what? People's taxes?"

"He was an excellent magician," Ken defended with vigor. "He was one of my dad's favorite street performers!"

"That doesn't tell me squat about Kalos' skills."

"I have a video."

May nodded her head. "Now that's something I can analyze."

Yuri cleared his throat. The duo recalled themselves. May shoved Ken towards the front desk. Ken quickly got over there once he found his footing, May's shoving having nearly made him fall on his face. He shot May a scolding look. She merely scowled at him, twirling her finger for him to turn back to the front desk. He cleared his throat, preparing himself to switch to French. Being a liaison for the stage, Ken had taken upon himself to learn French a few years back. He used it once in a while such as when he was making arrangements with Rosetta's agent.

"Ah, excuse me!"

He nearly cringed at how squeaky his voice sounded. He pointedly ignored May's snickering.

There was something much more important at hand.

Ken had seen Sora first. Then Yuri.

It was May's turn. She kind of didn't want to see what state Sora was in. She took a breath in, steeling her nerves. Why should she be feeling like this? It wasn't like they were friends. They were enemies ever since she jumped up on the stage, stealing Sora's thunder during the first Saiyuki show.

Keep your friends close. Your enemies closer.

It was what she did with Sora almost religiously and it paid off every time she eavesdropped. But she hadn't considered what keeping an enemy close would do to her. How it could change her prospective of Sora. Why, even at the festival, she felt like something had been missing until the roster came out and she saw Sora's name on it. The knowledge that she wanted to compete against Sora had given her the energy to win the festival.

The coolness of the door handle snapped her out of her thoughts.

Now was not the time for that. Or ever.

With a breath out, she opened the door. Ken and Yuri said Sora had been out like a light post-surgery. Sora laid there on the bed, some cuts along her hands and a thick bandage around her head. There was discoloration around one eye, making even May wince. There were no leg casts or arms in slings. Just a wrap around one wrist and ankle. Those facts made her shoulders relax a bit. They weren't injuries that would impede her from performing again.

"Freaking Sora…"

The little idiot had to get all of their panties in a bunch – on Christmas Day of all days. Her body would need rest and then she could come back to the stage. Nothing was permanently wrong. All they had to do was give her recuperation time.

Then, Sora's eyes opened.

May groaned to herself. Of course Sora would wake up when she was in the room. She didn't have the ability to have a gentle "bedside manner," whatever that was supposed to be.

"Where…?"

"You're in the hospital." That was easy enough.

Sora blinked slowly. "What…happened?"

"Hell if I know."

Sora's brows furrowed. "Doc-tor…didn't say?"

May shrugged. "Maybe he told Yuri or Ken. But not me."

"Yuri?"

"Yeah. You know, your partner for the festival. Tall, blonde, violet eyes…"

"I know who he is. But Layla…" she gave a hard swallow, "I wasn't his partner." Pause. "Could I have water?"

"Sure. It's right there."

"I don't think I can hold it."

May rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll grab it." She stuck the straw in and held it out to her. "Is this close enough or do I need to pour it into your mouth?" she snipped out.

"You're a bad nurse."

May gave her a flat look. "Do I look like your nurse?"

Sora paused in sipping water. "You're not my nurse?"

"Very funny."

The longer Sora frowned at her, the more strongly May felt the pit in her stomach.

"You are joking, right?"

"Um…no."

May got in her face. "Who am I?"

Sora stared at her wide eyed. "That's what I want to know!"

May dropped the water cup.

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After that harrowing encounter with the rude, dark haired girl, the doctor came in.

He asked her a lot of questions in an accented English, checked her eyes and felt her head. He wrote a lot of things down. Then, finally, someone she recognized came in. Sora felt her shoulders relax when she saw Ken.

"Hey Sora."

"Hi."

He sat down in the chair next to her. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts. And my ribs. And my…well, I guess a lot of things hurt. What happened to me?"

"You got hit by a car."

"Oh wow…"

"Yeah. Scared a lot of us. Luckily Yuri was with you."

"He was? But isn't he in France? He wanted to paint or something."

"…Yes. He did." Pause. "We're in France too."

"No…we're in Cape Mary."

"We went to the International Circus Festival in France." Ken tilted his head. "You were his partner."

"Festival…like what Yuri and Layla did? But that's in the winter. It's still spring."

"Sora…what month do you think it is?"

"It's February," she irritably retorted. "The doctor asked me the same thing!"

"Didn't you notice that the doctor has an accent?"

"Well sure, but a ton of people in Cape Mary have accents!"

Ken rubbed between his eyes. "Sora." He sighed loudly. "I think your accident messed up your memory."

"What?"

"The doctor thinks you have post-traumatic amnesia and I'm starting to think you do too."

"That's really bizarre. Something in the movies even." She gave Ken a small grin. "Is this an early April Fool's Day joke?"

He pulled out his phone, showing her the date. Her grin waned. She could feel herself sliding into panic.

"That- you could have doctored that."

"Sora…you don't recall the last ten months of your life. But it's ok. The doctor said he doesn't think it will be permanent."

"I'm not missing anything."

"I'll have to let Kalos know. I don't know if you want to tell your parents yet or wait."

"It's just a joke!"

He took her hand. "Do you recall the name Leon Oswald?"

"Sure I do."

Ken tilted his head. "You do?"

"Yeah. He's the French acrobat that's coming to the stage."

"You don't remember anything else about him?"

"…Am I supposed to?"

Ken opened his mouth to speak but then closed it, gathering his thoughts. "It's nothing important." He patted her hand before standing up. "I need to check something with the doctor. Sora…you do believe me, right?"

Her brows furrowed. "My head does feel funny…" She gave him a helpless look. "But I don't know what I'm missing."

"We'll get through this together Sora. Don't worry. Just rest for now. That's the best thing you can do for yourself."

She bit her bottom lip a little and then nodded.

"I'll see you later."

He walked out of the room. She stared out the window. It did look kind of cloudy for spring. She sighed to herself, closing her eyes. She needed to go back to the stage. That's where her true home was. Her brows furrowed a little. Was the stage still in trouble? Or had Leon-san helped them out?

She couldn't remember.

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May and Yuri looked at Ken with blank faces.

"Hell," May finally spoke.

Ken rubbed his face. His brain was in no condition to be handling this sort of thing.

"Does she know she has lost time?" Yuri murmured.

"I think she's grasping the idea."

"Have you told Kalos yet?"

"No, but I was going to right now. Could you ask the doctor how long he thinks she'll have amnesia?"

"Certainly."

Yuri walked off. Ken was making his way outside, May close behind.

"Don't call Kalos yet until we think this out."

"What is there to think about?"

May gave him a pointed look. "You tell Kalos and he just tells everyone. What do you think is going to happen?"

"…People will get Sora flowers?"

"He tells everyone…" May stressed.

"…You're worried about what Leon will think?"

"What he will do." May looked around to make sure they had privacy before leaning in. "We both know there's something going on between those two. How do you think Leon will react, knowing that Sora had gotten hurt with Yuri around?"

"When you say 'those two,' do you mean Yuri and Leon?"

"Sora and Leon. But those two too for different reasons. He's pissed with Yuri. Why, I have no flipping clue. But I'm sure this is going to make him ultra pissed off. Maybe enough to kill the guy."

"But it's not like Yuri will be around to be in danger."

"You think he's going to let Sora go back to Cape Mary the way she is? After she had gotten hurt while out on the town with him?"

"…I guess not?"

"You guess not," May mimicked him in a squeaky voice, "Of course he won't! What guy would do that?!"

"Back off May, my head still hurts!" Ken pulled out his phone. "So what am I telling Kalos?"

"Sora got in an accident. Can't remember the last ten months. That's it. Don't mention Yuri being around her. Maybe even suggest holding off on telling Leon."

"But that last part will make him suspicious."

"Then just keep it short and sweet."

"Short and sweet. Don't mention Leon," Ken muttered to himself as the phone rang.

"And no Yuri."

"Don't mention Yuri," Ken repeated.

"What about Yuri?"

"Uh, Boss! H-Hey! I didn't hear you pick up. Merry Christmas!"

"You didn't call to say that."

"Astute as always," Ken let out a little laugh. He turned away from May's disapproving gaze. "S-So. We're still in Cape Mary. Uh, no, sorry still in France. Wrong place – uh Sora doesn't remember anything. But Yuri was nowhere near her, so Leon shouldn't get upset and try to murder him."

May hit his shoulder hard.

On the other end, Kalos was quiet for a moment.

"Run that by me again."

"Uh, Sora got hurt by a car last night, but Yuri wasn't driving it or anything –"

May took the phone from Ken.

"Sora got hit by a car. She doesn't remember the last ten months." She was quiet for a couple of seconds as she listened to Kalos. "No." Pause. "Yes. Most likely." Long pause. "I wouldn't if I was you." She shrugged to herself. "He left early this morning, so it's up to you." She rolled her eyes. "No I didn't push her!" She sighed. "Fine. But I want a bonus."

She hung up.

"He'll handle telling the crew. We're not to bring Sora back until she is a lot better."

"You're staying?"

"Just for a couple of days. We have the New Year's Eve show. You and Yuri are in charge of bringing her home."

"And Leon?"

She shrugged. "We'll find out when we get back. His flight was like two hours ago."

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AN: I bet a lot of you figured I'd be pulling out the old amnesia move. Next will be an evil twin. XD I think this is going to be very interesting. I'm personally excited to explore this avenue.

There are several types of amnesia, but this one seemed to be more in line with what could happen after getting hit with a car. Depending on the injured parts of the brain determines the severity of the memory damage and if they remember anything about the accident or their life before the accident. Some amnesia types make it hard for people to create short term memory or even new memories in general.