A/N: ...surprise?

Okay, let's get one thing out of the way. To the people who read and like the story, thank you! To the people who read and like the story so much, they decide to leave me mean, scathing, or downright threatening reviews / PMs, NO THANK YOU. Look, I know what it's like to like a fic and be disappointed it's not finished. But let's be real; these are free stories that I'm putting work in to do. On top of translating games (which I'm currently doing), my normal 9-5 job, and my private life, fanfics didn't really take a super huge priority.

I just write because I want to. So to people who are pissed that I wrote another entire fanfic, I mean... yeah. I did because I want to. I'm not obligated to finish any stories. I'm not obligated to update them every damn day or whatever. I just write them for me. I do not write them for you. If you like it, glad to hear! If you don't like it, understood. There does not need to be anything else. Read it and if you're upset there might be another hiatus, drop this one from your reading list.

As it is, I only like the Yahiro / Megumi couple from Special A and let's be real, they don't have enough scenes for me to rewatch the anime so I don't remember a lot :(

So yeah with that in mind, cheers~ Enjoy.

Yahiro was somewhat surprised at the way his maidservants were able to clean up the mess that Kurono Shiori had left. Even more surprising was the fact that she only screamed at him for a good 20 minutes before losing steam and storming out of the Saiga mansion.

He winced as he gently probed the back of his head. She had been seizing and throwing whatever she could get her hands on at him, yelling along the lines of 'humiliating her' and 'not being man enough' and… Yahiro had honestly tuned out after the first minute or so of her tantrum. While she had been throwing priceless artifacts and vases and shockingly heavy statues at him, one of the items had bounced off the wall behind Yahiro and grazed him in the back of the head.

He had never broken up with anyone else before (bar his business presentation dumping of Megumi) but he didn't realize things could get so messy for most other betrothed couples.

He paused.

Thinking of Megumi made his head hurt more, but he almost welcomed it. It was easier to focus on the throbbing pain in his head than to acknowledge the stinging sense in his chest.

He bit his lower lip when he felt frustrated tears well in his eyes again. He had been in a car accident. It wasn't his fault.

So why was his heart seized with guilt?

That idiot girl.

He clenched his fist; it was easier to feel angry than feeling like he wanted to break down and cry. She had done it again, that idiot girl.

When he tried to push her away (this time genuinely, since he hadn't remembered their relationship), all she did was try to make him happy by promising to bring Akira back into his life.

Saiga Yahiro rarely felt foolish (he had once beaten the ever-unbeatable Takishima Kei, after all) but somehow… in the few months he had known Yamamoto Megumi, he felt himself constantly weakening in front of her and this past few weeks of not remembering her almost made his resolve collapse.

That idiot girl made him feel foolish almost everyday, and she wasn't even aware of how much she affected him.

He absentmindedly accepted the ice pack the maid handed to him and silently pressed it against the back of his head. With no other thought in mind, he blankly sat against the wall, head tilted back as he silently went over the memories he had newly accumulated with new eyes.

\...I am Yahiro's number one admirer!/

Yahiro stared… then let out a loud laugh. "Why you of all people?!"

\Because Yahiro is my hero!/

Megumi… how can I be your hero? I kept you hidden from everyone, and as a result of that, even I forgot we were together.

His eyes widened. There was no doubt about it.

His heart was speeding up for Yamamoto Megumi. She admittedly looked wonderful tonight, refreshing in an angelic way, her outfit pure and innocent. He suddenly realized he had been holding his breath, and he quickly released it. As he continued to stare at her, he realized, with some trepidation, that his heart was starting to hurt after all.

…you're beautiful. I would never admit that to you out loud but when I saw you at this time, I think I really fell in love with you all over again.

You were so beautiful. I'm sorry I never said it to you.

Yahiro was protectively standing in front of Megumi, shielding her as he glared at the shocked man, whose hand was still outstretched with a napkin. Even Yahiro, however, looked very disturbed about what we had just done.

I would do it again. I wanted to die of embarrassment when it happened, but I know, if anyone tried touching you ever again, I would do it without hesitation.

Even when I didn't remember, you were mine.

\I love you. Please go out with me./

Yahiro stared at her… then smirked as he walked away.

"No."

I never mentioned it before but… I know it couldn't have been easy for you to even do it the first time. The fact that I made you go through this twice…

Forgive me.

"A little desperate, aren't we?" he clicked his tongue. "Hitting on an engaged man… aren't you being a little too bold, Yamamoto?"

\Please!/

"I said, I don't need-"

\Akira-chan…/

Yahiro paused when he saw Megumi had swiftly written down the name of the girl of his dreams.

\Akira-chan will be there. I can arrange for you two to sit together./

How dare you. How dare you use her, when you knew I was only hurting you? How dare you allow yourself to be hurt by me again?

"I thought I had to protect you because you're a member of Special A. Akira cares about you… so I just wanted to make sure she didn't feel upset about knowing you were off on some date with some random man you met."

I'm sorry. Now that I remember, I realize that was the cruelest thing I could say to you. But I wanted to hurt you then. I wanted you to hurt because deep down, seeing you on a date with this other man hurt me. I just didn't realize that was why.

He was proud that he could make Yamamoto Megumi flush that becoming shade of pink, and he couldn't resist trying to exploit it more.

"Megumi…" he purred rather softly. "If I pay for both of us, this counts as that date you wanted so badly, doesn't it?"

You stupid, stupid, stupidgirl. Even after everything I put you through, you still wanted to date me. And I let it happen.

"This…" Megumi scrabbled under her spring-colored scarf, and tore off something that hung in her hand.

Don't do it… Stop, Megumi!

"This means nothing!" she screamed, a sob tearing out of her throat as she threw it at him, before giving him one last tear-filled gaze. Yahiro didn't even feel slightly unpleasant anymore.

He felt downright sick, as he saw the tears running down her cheeks. He could only dumbly clutch onto the item she had thrown to him, and silently watch as Megumi turned away.

"Goodbye, Yahiro," she managed to whisper, before she ran out.

Don't leave. Don't go. Don't leave me like everyone else has.

…come back to me.

"…Onii-sama?"

He dimly came to the realization that his eyes were brimming with tears, and he forced them down to dully gaze at Chitose.

"A- Are you… Are you all right?" Chitose said hesitantly. Yahiro didn't answer for a second, before glaring at the ceiling.

"You knew."

Chitose trembled.

"You knew I was dating Yamamoto Megumi, didn't you?" Yahiro accused, tone emotionless and staring straight up at the blank ceiling. "You knew and you still… you let me get engaged to some other woman."

"I… She didn't want-"

"I don't care," Yahiro bit back. "You knew, Chitose. You, Kei, Sakura… everyone knew but me. Why wouldn't anyone tell me?"

"…because we knew you wouldn't believe us!"

Yahiro actually dropped his ice pack in shock. He turned to stare at the boy… at the young man who was trembling but glared fiercely at him.

"That stupid 'baa-chan isn't as rich as us, and she… she clearly never attended business school! She doesn't even have a nice body and her face is whatever! But…! But she still deserved better than how you treated her!" Chitose shouted, fists clenched and shaking.

"Wha-?" Yahiro can't even find the words to roll off his tongue, being too shocked. Chitose, throughout his entire life, had never once spoken a harsh word against his beloved older brother, much less raised his voice the way he was now.

"You… You can't let her go, Onii-sama!" Chitose clenched his eyes shut, trying to hide his own tears that had welled. "That stupid, poor, ugly 'baa-chan… was the only reason you became human!"

"What are you-?" Yahiro managed dumbly, unconsciously aware he was sitting in a pool of melting ice water from the limp ice pack.

"You were willing to talk to me," Chitose's voice trembled as he tried to hide the tears in his voice. "You finally spoke to me for the first time because of that 'baa-chan. You asked me for advice for a present for her. You complained to me about her. Even when you forgot… you invited me to an outing because of her. She… She changed your life, Onii-sama. And you… You just can't let her go! P- Please!"

Chitose squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop himself from shaking violently. Yahiro didn't say anything but slowly stood. He deliberated his steps towards Chitose and the younger Saiga flinched, terrified.

At first there was silence, until Yahiro raised his hand. Chitose squeezed his eyes shut tighter and locked his jaw… only to feel a gentle hand on his head.

He cautiously opened his eyes, looking up to see Yahiro silently ruffling his hair.

"…I am sorry," Yahiro said quietly. "That it took that idiot girl just for me to talk to you."

Chitose's eyes welled with tears again and he bowed his head, finally allowing himself to silently weep and say the words he longed to say ever since Yahiro had returned from the hospital.

"Onii-sama... welcome home. I'm glad you're safe."

"I… I have to say, I'm really surprised you called me, Megumi-san!"

Megumi smiled somewhat awkwardly. \Should I not have, Hiroki-san?/

"N- No!" Hiroki waved a hand in front of his face, blushing brightly. "No, I'm… I'm happy you did. Honestly, after Saiga-san came barging into your dressing room, I thought for sure you would, uh, well, not to say that I'm accusing you of anything. Uh, well accusing's not the right word either. I-"

Megumi couldn't help a soft giggle and Hiroki blushed. "I'm sorry. You just… I'm nervous around you."

\No need to be/ Megumi smiled at him more easily over the menu. \I was looking forward to having lunch with you today./

"Y- You were?" Hiroki couldn't help another bright smile and Megumi felt herself relax.

This was nice. This was the kind of date she should've gone on from the beginning. She should've just stayed on dates with nice boys who clearly worshipped her and liked her…

But would he like you if he saw you singing in the park without music? Just you and him gazing at each other?

Megumi swallowed, told that voice to go away, and went back to checking her menu.

\Thank you very much for lunch today/ Megumi said politely. Hiroki bowed and smiled.

"Could we… do it again sometime?"

\I would very much like that./

"Let me walk you home," Hiroki offered but Megumi shook her head.

\Thank you, but I am actually staying at a friend's house today./

"Oh. Well, should I walk you there?"

Megumi slightly sweat-dropped. \No need. Her bodyguard's been waiting outside./

Hiroki froze, laughing nervously. "B- Bodyguard?"

He then let out a loud 'Ooof!' when he was shoved to the side to be replaced by a certain pink-haired Ushikubo heiress.

"Megumi-chaaaaan!" she trilled, wrapping her arms around her bewildered friend. "I've been waiting for you!"

\Sorry, Sakura-chan! Our lunch went longer than expected./

"Oh, did it?" Sakura shot the terrified boy behind her a nasty glare and he cleared his throat.

"Now excuse me, miss, you can't just-"

Sakura raised an eyebrow and he whimpered. "Uh, never mind."

\Hiroki-san, thank you again for today. I will call you another time./

"Thank you, Megumi-san. I enjoyed lunch today too," the young man shyly smiled at her before practically being forced to dash off, Sakura's eyes seeming to beam lasers at him.

"Mou, Megumi-chan, you took so long with him today," Sakura whined, already half-dragging the stunned Yamamoto girl into her limo. "I saw this gorgeous dress at our family boutique the other day and I wanted you to see it!"

Megumi felt her head whirling. What was going on?

\Aren't we going to your place?/ she inquired upon deaf ears, er, eyes. \I thought you, me, Hikari and Akira are sleeping over today!/

"O- Of course we all are!" Sakura said hastily. "But you know…! N- No point in going now! I'm not sleepy, are you?! Haha!"

Megumi stared. \Sakura-chan. It's 3 in the afternoon. Of course I'm not sleepy. But you want to go shopping now…?/

"Great!" Sakura chirped as they clicked their seatbelts on. "Then to the family boutique we go!"

Megumi tilted her head in confusion, but finally just shrugged. Why not.

Megumi was feeling a very strange sense of déjà vu as Sakura tossed dress after dress behind her.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Sakura tossed her head furiously before whipping out her phone and speed-dialing somebody. "I want the next batch! Hurry it up!"

She hung up angrily before catching sight of a very confused, very stunned Megumi.

\Sakura-chan… I have so many questions, I don't know where to begin./

"Q- Questions!?" Sakura laughed loudly, nervously waving her hand in the air. "Wh- Who has time for questions, Megumi-chan?! Come on, let's go to the next parlor room, they should have more outfits there!"

\Well… I guess that's question number one. Um, didn't you say there was a specific dress you wanted to see?/

"Huh? Oh, right, right. Well, um, it turns out it's not the one I'm looking for, so… how about we find a better dress?"

\Well… now I have question number two. What are we looking for a dress for?/

Sakura froze. "Uhh… doesn't every girl need a dress in her closet?"

Megumi turned her head to gaze at the 12-story high closet filled with gleaming evening gowns and formal dresses.

\...a dress. Right. Well, I guess my last question is, why am I wearing goop on my face again?/

Sakura laughed even more loudly and more nervously than before as Megumi gave her a deadened look, eyes blinking behind a faceful of green mud.

"I- It never hurts to put a face mask on!"

\.../

By 7:00, Megumi was now polished, pricked, and pampered in a flattering gown of light pink, hair curled, lips glossed, and skin glowing.

The only thing that was throwing off her pristine image was her expression, as her eye twitched.

"Sakura-chan…"

"Don't speak," Sakura scolded as she removed the remaining curlers from the ends of Megumi's hair. "Yahiro would have my head if he knew you used your voice because of me."

"…I knew it," Megumi slumped. "There is no sleepover, is there?"

"Well…" Sakura paused. "There could be one. I mean, you could sleep over tonight!"

Megumi sighed. "No, it's fine. I-"

"Megumi-chan," Sakura walked around to lean down before her and smiled gently, a feat unbefitting of the normally aggressive Ushikubo heiress. "You already know that Yahiro is my best friend, but I care about you too. Not just as Jun-kun's sister, not as Yahiro's girlfriend… you're one of the sweetest, kindest people I've ever met. Sleep over today. And no matter what happens tonight, I'll be here in the morning if you need a hug."

Tears welled in Megumi's eyes and Sakura's look turned stern.

"N- No crying now! We just got your mascara on!"

Megumi couldn't help a laugh, but deep down, she knew the roiling anxiety in her gut could only be fear.

Yahiro exhaled, leaning against the wall of the private dining parlor in the southeast corner of Sakura's mansion, before checking his phone. Sakura had just texted him that they were on their way and he could feel his knee bouncing nervously. He rarely felt nervous (having basically an unlimited supply of money led to a lot of confidence he didn't need to question), so the few times he did feel it, it hit him hard.

He should check his business email. Yes. That would distract him. He could ignore the world if he just-

The curtain drew aside.

"In here, Yamamoto-sama."

Scritch, scritch. \Thank you/

"Er, of course."

Yahiro chanced looking up and he really had to marvel. How was it that every time he saw Yamamoto Megumi, even when he didn't have his memories, his heart changed? It skipped a beat when he saw her smiling at him.

It hurt when it saw her dressed up and other people could see her.

It beat faster when she sang.

It strummed when she glared at him but couldn't help a blush.

And now…

It leapt into his throat when he saw her and the way she avoided eye contact with him.

"Hi," he finally managed and she bobbed her head slightly as a greeting.

\Good evening/

The butler slid open the chair for Megumi, who seated herself and still, still, would not make eye contact with the Saiga heir. Yahiro lightly licked his lips before looking up, as the butler silently excused himself.

"…thank you for your concert. I… I enjoyed it. Genuinely."

Megumi chewed her lower lip, gazing down, before nodding.

\Thank you for coming/

There was silence between the two of them until Yahiro took a deep breath.

"About what I said-"

He was interrupted by the server coming, who bowed, placed their appetizers before the two of them and excused himself. Megumi quickly shoved a foie gras bite into her mouth, hoping Yahiro would follow suit and busy himself, but the Saiga heir persisted.

"Megumi-"

\You'll have to clarify, because I don't recall holding a conversation with you/ Megumi hurriedly scribbled out, before busying herself on the appetizers.

If she looked up, she would've seen Yahiro gazing at her in a way he had never gazed at anyone. She continued to chomp on the luxurious appetizer, cheeks puffed out almost like a chipmunk as she nibbled hurriedly.

In the soft flush of the candlelight, Saiga Yahiro's eyes glowed with tenderness as he gazed at the young woman sitting across from him.

\Yahiro-san, I am sorry for bothering you up until now. I can promise it won't happen again/ Megumi held her board up, refusing to look him in the eye. \As you said, you have a fioncee and I… I have been chasing and bothering you for too long. It'll stop, I promise./

"I don't want it to stop," Yahiro said hurriedly. "I… Megumi. I don't even know where to begin. But for starters, don't call me Yahiro-san. That's just weird."

Megumi felt a vein throb in her forehead, still avoiding Yahiro's gaze, not realizing how loving it was.

That's what he's focused on?!

"…also you misspelled 'fiancée'."

Megumi sweat-dropped. THIS DESPICABLE-!

Yahiro's gaze changed from tender to amused. The only person who could ever make him happy even in the worst situation… was always Yamamoto Megumi.

I… don't want to let you go.

I don't want you to be out of my life.

I don't want you to be with anybody else.

Out of everything, more than anything else…

I… want to stop hurting you.

I want to stop being the reason your heart breaks.

Why can't I stop hurting you?

Yahiro took a deep breath. "I have to tell you, Megumi… about my memories."

Megumi felt her heart seize; the last time they had a conversation like this, he had broken up with her, and she had walked in on him in bed with another woman.

"I- I can't," her voice cracked. "P- Please, we don't have to talk about it. I don't want to hear this."

"Megumi-"

"No!"

Her feet reacted before she could and she bolted up from her seat and ran out of the parlor. Why couldn't he just let it go? Why couldn't the two of them just avoid meeting until after he was married and her heart could break in silence by herself?

She could hear him catch up to her and hurriedly bolted through the first door she saw. She locked the door behind her and trembled, vaguely aware she was in a cleaning closet of some sort. She released a breath, before crouching down, wrapping her arms around herself.

Why was Yahiro doing this to her? Without meaning to, tears began to well in her eyes again.

It wasn't fair. Even if he regained his memories, it wasn't as if he loved her to begin with, and now he had a fiancée. And he kept wanting to meet her and bring things up and…

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, forgetting about the mascara and she sighed when she saw the black streaks marring her fingers.

"Megumi."

She froze. He was standing against the door. She could see his shadow under the crack of the door in the light and tensed.

"What I wanted to say was… I lied."

She stared. She hadn't been expecting that. …lied?

"I… I didn't really regain my memories. I just said it on a whim at your concert. So I'm sorry."

Megumi couldn't bring herself to say anything and waited for him to leave, but Yahiro wouldn't move. Finally, he spoke again.

"I don't have any memories of us together. But you know… sometimes I have a recurring dream. Maybe it's a memory. And I don't know why, because it's the stupidest dream ever. Some boy was standing in his living room, and some girl came to him and wrote a note. The note said 'I love you. Please go out with me.' Pretty dumb, huh?"

Megumi couldn't bring herself to say anything, but slowly stood, leaning her back against the door, listening intently.

"She took him out on the weirdest date. They just walked and she sang so badly, she literally blew him away. She didn't prepare a bento, so all he ate that day were convenience store snacks she kept in her purse. She tried wearing red lipstick but it was so mature, he laughed at her. She dragged him throughout the city and stole a stranger's tandem bike, and you know what? He never admitted it, but I think that man ended up falling in love with that girl."

Megumi stood against the door, fist clenched to her heart, as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. What she didn't realize was that Yahiro, with his calm voice and unbreaking tone, had his own back against the other side of the door, head bowed and murmuring the words kept buried in his heart.

"I don't remember who that girl in the dream was, since I don't have my memories anymore. But... if you know her, I'm asking you for one last favor. Tell that girl… Tell that stupid girl that she deserves better. Tell her to fall in love with somebody else, not with a despicable man. Tell her that… despite how much that man hurt her, he secretly just wanted to be with her the minute he first saw her stick up for him to her own friends. And tell her… that no matter who she dates or marries or even loves… he genuinely loved her, from the bottom of his heart. Tell her for me, won't you, Megumi?"

Megumi silently bowed her head, weeping soundlessly as finally, Yahiro's shadow went away from under the crack of the door.

..okay, see you guys in like 5 years. LOL I'm just kidding. But seriously, don't be mean to me please, I've had a rough year.