Delete

by HeyNaniki

Hiroki got into a car crash after a big fight with Nowaki. He hit his head from the windshield and up in a coma for almost a year. When he wakes up he completely forgot the past 10 years of his life. Nowaki has to get Hiroki to love him once again before he gets taken away by his Sempai, Tsumori.*AN: I was on hiatus for a long time. I am back and plan to update the story regularly*

25. Decade

DELETE

PART 25: Decade

Hiroki strolls through the busy shopping district of Tokyo. While it is especially hectic at this time of commercialized year, there will never be a day no busier than Christmas Eve. Parents and spouses rushing to the stores left and right, hoping to get the last minute deals they been desperately putting off until today. An occasional fight happens on who had it first, mostly between mothers on the latest toy craze on the market. As people walk by, they look down at the man in the wheel chair, noticing the wounds and scars, there was a sign of pity through their eyes. One by passer was brave enough to mutter 'bless your soul' as if that would make the crippled man feel any better. He looks at his reflection from the shopping window and sighs. In the reflection, he sees a despondent unshaven man, chestnut locks pulled away from his face into a ponytail with obvious unhidden surgery scar nearby his forehead. Oh how hideous he appears and feels. He took one last look before he endures to stroll off while being judged by society at his current condition.

Once he got home, or what this place is supposed to be considered home when in fact he is technically freeloading in a nice apartment of a generous pediatrician. He has no memories of ever living in this apartment before the accident, nor anything in that manner. He visited many places that he mentioned in his journal today, the park where he first met the man, the university where he been employed, the old bookstore where he found a great discovery that contributed to his research and even some restaurants he goes for dinner dates. All to be just strange new places where he doesn't have a slight tingling sensation that he might have been there before. Nothing, undeniably nothing has been triggering any kind of memory that ostensibly has happened in the last decade of his life. At 32 years old, Hiroki never felt this confused as to who he is and how he got here.

The man enters into the apartment building, and hits the elevator button. He has somewhat mastered on maneuvering his wheelchair throughout the city without any sort of help. As the elevator begins to open, he notices someone in there. That someone turns out to be Nowaki.

"Ah, Hiro-san, you're back!" The tall man cheerfully greeted.

Hiroki rolls his eyes as he enters the elevator backwards. Puzzled as to why the man stayed he asks "aren't you getting off?"
Nowaki smiles as he presses, floor button 5.

"I was going to get mail but I can do that later"

The elevator motions upwards and the two men remained quiet throughout the duration of the ride. Finally the elevator stopped at floor 5 and Nowaki finally spoke when the door opens.

"I like your new look Hiro-san"

"I haven't shaven if that is what you mean. I have trouble reaching for the packet of razors in the cabinets when you're not here."

Nowaki chuckles "How cute"

"Don't call me cute!"

The two enter the apartment which was a short distance away from the elevator. Hiroki closes his eyes and tries really hard to recollect anything. Nothing.