This is another request for Sanich Iyonni. She requested Max with amnesia and Mariam's reaction. Since I wrote another for her, it only seems fair that I open up for more requests for anyone who wants one.

Actually, I've decided that you can make however many requests you like, whenever you like. I'll do my best to get them all written. So, basically, I take MaxMariam requests now. Though, if you wanted to request something else, I wouldn't say no. I'll write something on my profile.

I just wanted to get this out of the way before someone said I was being unfair.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Enjoy!

Amnesia

"Who are you?"

It was a simple question and it came from the most innocent of mouths. He was so much more childlike now than he'd ever been, so I doubt there's a bone in his body that's not innocent by now.

"Mariam's a nice name."

He had no idea. None. It's funny that I used to mock him for being such a child when, now, he's cursed to be stuck in the mental state of one until he can learn all over again. It breaks my heart to see him like this and I hate that he has to be this way. I could never bring myself to hate him for it, though. He needs my love, more than ever before, and I need to go on loving him for my sake as well as his.

"Did I used to like the beach?"

He loved it. Of course, he wouldn't remember that. He might never remember any of the times we've shared. I guess I should try to get used to it since there's no telling if he'll ever heal completely. I could tell him stories – maybe then something will click and he'll be my same old Maxie.

"Did we really do that? That waitress must have been really mad."

We both laughed at that story and, for a moment, I imagined he was Max again, not the empty shell amnesia made people. I laughed until I cried and when he asked me what was wrong, I told him I was crying because I was happy. There was no reason to tell him a truth that he wouldn't understand. There was no reason to tell him that I was crying for memories he'd never get back. There was no reason to tell him I was crying because I'd lost hope.

"Mariam, if you're my girlfriend, we've kissed right?"

Loads of times. Some of the best times we've had were sealed with a kiss. But I told him the waitress story – he should know. Was he getting at something? Was his condition worse than I thought?

"Would you still kiss me now? Even though I forget what it's like and I didn't remember you, do you still love me enough to kiss me?"

At that point, I thought I'd heard all the heartbreaking questions he could ask. This was something I hadn't expected to come up. There wasn't much to say, but there was something I could do.

I gently cupped his cheek, unsure of how he'd react to my touch. He melted into my hand, leaning his head against it. His handsome blue eyes were wide and soft. Love radiated off of him and I realized, then and there, how much trust he must have to love me just because I said that's how it was. Would it be crazy to think that he maybe even felt something? After all, love knows no bounds.

I kissed him lovingly, pouring my heart into my lips. He was timid at first, but he quickly got used to the intimacy and let me rest a hand on the back of his neck. To this day I consider that our second first kiss.

When we separated, he said he was tired and went up to bed. I left. In the morning I got a phone call from Judy – he remembered everything.

A/N: I haven't been updating on a very stable schedule. I'm trying to get more stuff done, so this is just how it's going to have to be. Anyway, the prologue of 'Never Ending' is written, so you have that to look forward to once I get some other things done.

Also, you should check out my 'Link of the Moment' in my profile. I hope you find it as awesome as I do.

And I'm sorry if there's any mistakes; I was in a hurry. I'm kind of pressed for time right now.

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