a/n: HEY my minis! Here's your terrible person of an author... I made you wait so long. Truth is, I'm just lazy. BUTTT NOW I HAVE A TUMBLR so that's been stalling me too. ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU MY MINIS DONT BE MAD AT ME Lv, Kumo [=w=]

PS I'm doing song recommendations because I have some awesome songs you should listen to!

Okay, so recommendation: Discord by The Living Tombstone (MLP and Homestuck fandoms have videos for this song. At least I think MLP does. I know that Homestuck does. Check it out. ITS AWESOME.)

PPS. I also changed the name of the story to lost memories of the Battlefront because isn't a trigger a bad thing or something? Like TRIGGER WARNING or whatever. Don't worry. This story doesn't have any of that. Yet. IDK if someone can please explain what a trigger warning is, that'd be great.

NOW ONTO THE STORY my minis.

I know that it is time now.

I don't care how, and with or without Kanade, I'm going to find the Battlefront.

If Kanade was here, then surely the rest will be, right?

And then there was the dream.

I dreamt that we were all together again.

Kanade and I were in the coffee shop again when Hinata walked in, pushing Yui in a wheelchair.

Noda and Yuri walked in after them.

Completely in shock, I ran toward them, and caught Hinata in a giant bear hug.

"Dude, where have you been lately?" He smiled.

I woke up with tears in my eyes that night.

Now, sitting on my bed, I call Kanade.

"Hello?" she answers, sounding sleepy.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up?" I apologize.

"Yeah...-But that's okay. I needed to get up anyways," she replies.

"Okay, then," I say, unsure of how to explain, " Well, here's the thing- and I need you to be alright about this- we need to talk about, you know... the past. Our friends. Yui, Hinata, Yuri, Noda, I saw them all... in a dream. And you were there too! But... I want to find them, Kanade."

"Oh... yeah," she mumbles, sounding completely uncomfortable talking about the subject.

"Okay, what is your problem with talking about this?!" I shout into the phone, then wince at the sound of my own voice, "S- sorry. I just... we really do need to talk about this."

"I know, I know that I've been like this, but it's only been, what? A day?" She sounds aggravated, too. "I'm sorry too, but it takes someone a while to process the thoughts of a dead world!"

With those words, I hang up and put my head in my hands, heels rubbing at my eyes before I brush back my hair and sighed.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

I guess I'd just become so used to the thoughts of the school that I didn't realize how Kanade might have felt. It's true, I suppose, that it might be hard to handle memories of being dead. It still feels like she had slapped me though. That dead world was one of the most important places to me in the world. Or, out of the world.

Thinking back to the phone I had dropped on the floor, I pick it up and start to call Kanade again. She had given her number to me yesterday before I left her enormous white house. Now I dial it with a pang of regret in my chest for yelling at her.

The phone rings again before her angry voice answers, "Otonashi."

"Er... yeah," I say, rubbing the back of my neck nervously, "Sorry for hanging up. I should just give you more time, huh? Well, call me back when you want to talk."

There's silence on the other end, so I whisper a goodbye. I'm about to press the "end call" button when I hear a hurried shout.

"Wait!"

I put the phone back up to my ear,

"Yeah?"

"Come to my place again. I need to show you the reason that all of this is freaking me out..." Her voice wavers, sounding honestly fearful.

"O- okay," I stutter, "How about in half an hour?"

"Yeah, that's fine," she says, but before I can respond, she hangs up.

Today's a Saturday, so I don't have to go to work. I work at a local grocery store at the checkout counter, but only on weekdays. I'm still in college, so it's not the ideal income, but I'm planning on getting a second part time job for the weekends. I guess this isn't the time to go job hunting.

I stand up from my bed, putting on some jeans and a green t-shirt. I grab a granola bar before heading out the door and driving to Kanade's house. I'm greeted by the wide lawn as I walk up the gravel path to her door. I knock, waiting a few seconds before the door swings open. Kanade stands in front of me with wide eyes and messy hair, still in a Hello Kitty nightgown. I smile. She looks like she had sounded on the phone; like she had just gotten up.

"Wait one minute," she says quickly before slamming the door in my face.

I chuckle to myself before taking a seat on the swinging bench and waiting. Kanade comes back wearing another summer dress, this one green like my t-shirt.

She giggles.

"Looks like we're matching!"

"Just like a regular couple," I laugh.

She stares at me, her eyes getting wide and a deep shade of red spreading from her nose to her ears.

"Er... I mean, yeah!" She smiles after a while, the deep red on her cheeks fading to a light pink.

I chuckle again.

She's so adorable.

"Okay, now come with me," she says firmly.

Before waiting for a response, she grabs my hand and tugs me to the backyard.

The backyard is the same as the front, lots of green grass. There's a patio too, containing a table covered by an umbrella and a small swing set that looks as if it hasn't been used in a while. There are tall oak trees surrounding it, long plants and weeds in between, creating a woodsy fence. She brings me through this plant barrier and we're faced with a small white... guest house? It too is surrounded by a fence of trees and plants. It looks a lot more run down than the big white house behind us, but the grass around it looks mowed.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"My studio," she breathes, "It's a guest house, but I use it to do art in too. I found it when I was really young, right when we moved in. I was playing in the backyard when I tripped over a stump and fell through the trees, and here it was! I told my parents and they fixed it up and gave it to me to paint in. When guests come over, they stay here, too."

I stare wide eyed as she explained it all, turning around to look at the greenery that surrounded us, the sun peeking through branches overhead.

Kanade walks up to the door and unclipped her necklace, revealing a key that she had kept tucked in her dress. She unlocks the door and steps inside, beckoning me with a wave of her hand. I follow after her, a pink banner fluttering over my head reading,

T-?-C-H-?-?-A-N-A S-?-U-D-?-O

Must say Tachibana Studio.

She's so cute.

When I step inside, I'm greeted with a nice cottage. The wooden floors looked fairly new, though a few flowers and clovers poke through the cracks of a few boards. The walls are very old with yellowing, peeling white paint and greenish tints from where ivy had clung to the walls. Although it looks very run down, at the same time it feels very... inviting. The front door opens straight away to a hall with three other doors. Kanade opens the first one and walks in.

"This is the guest bedroom," she tells me as I follow her inside.

The bedroom is very crowded, but still fits a bed with blue sheets, a nightstand, and a dresser. There is another door inside the bedroom, which I guess leads to the bathroom. She turns to me, a signal to leave, and we go back to the hallway before she opens the second door.

The first thing I see is color. Lots of it. There's color on the walls on the floor, on the ceiling. Then I see the open closet filled with containers upon containers of paint. I look at the walls again and I see that all of this color is handprints. And drawings. I gape at the room with astonishment.

"Yeah," I hear Kanade's voice behind me, "so this is where I paint usually."

"Wow," is all I can make my lips say.

"Wow is right!" Kanade laughs.

I manage a breathy laugh as I stare in wonder.

"Anyways," Kanade says, pulling at my sleeve, "we can do this some other time. This isn't what I wanted to show you."

"It isn't?" I ask, snapping out of my daze.

"No, silly!" She smiles, but her eyes give her away again. She isn't as happy as she looks.

"Oh," I breathe, "okay."

Kanade grabs my wrist and pulls me to the last door. She takes her necklace out and sighs.

"You know, my parents don't know about this room," she says.

"They don't?" It seems like they would have seen this door if she'd shown them the house before. It's sitting blatantly at the end of the hall.

"Well, they don't know that I have the key. I found it under the old doormat when I first found this house," she explains, "and my parents just thought that this was a locked room. They didn't see why they should bother opening it. They said that 'maybe some secrets are meant to be kept' or something like that.

"But I had the key," she says as she inserts it in the keyhole, "and I unlocked it."

She opens the door and I can't believe my eyes.

I get why you were so nervous now.

Wow.

a/n: SOOOOOOOOO that's it for now! Hey, if you guys really want me to update faster, I have to say, PMs and reviews realllly keep me motivated. :P BLUH. But I hope you liked the chapter! GRAMMAR NAZIS ARE WELCOME PLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE tell me if I've made some sort of spelling/grammatical mistake. I like my work to be polished, hehe.

SO I'll see you around!

Lv,

Kumo [=w=]