I know you hate me. Truely I do. I feel your pain.
I kind of twisted and distorted the original ideal of the story. *shrugs* Oh well. Such is my poetic license. *holds up her Poetic License*
It just became another story. Hell, why not?
"So if I am Ken, who are you?"
"You ARE kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I am kidding?"
He raises his hand to his brow line and turns away. "This is not happening."
"So come on, what is your name?"
"My name is Daisuke, but you- . . . my name is Daisuke."
"Fine. Why are you yelling and hitting me, Daisuke?"
This catches his attention. He whirls back to me, temper flaring. "You have no idea what I am to you?"
I try looking through my memory. . . to no avail. "Not really."
He sighs. "Nothing. . ." He waves his hands around vaguely, trying to symbolize words he can't make out.
"Um, what are you trying to get across?"
"Good God. Just when I think things are getting easy."
He slumps into a chair and I decide not to bother 'Daisuke'. We sit like this for about 5 minutes, when a girl with wine colored hair walks into the room.
"Ken! I have been worried sick about you! I check the machine at home and it's from Dai saying you are in the hospital! I had to beg my professor to give me the notes for this afternoon's class, and then I had to bribe Hikari for her car. . ." She stops mid-rant when she sees I looked extremely confused, and to be honest, a little infatuated. "What?"
"He has amnesia, Miya."
The woman spun around to face my other visitor and her eyes, I swear this, flash red. "You. . . you have some nerve Dai, and if you think I don't have the balls to kick your ass. . ."
Hmm. Protective, nice, concerned about me, pretty. "So, you and I live together?" I say, just slightly suggestively.
"No, Ken, you have it wrong. And if you think I am taking advantage of you, God knows the temptation is there, you are dead wrong."
"So we live together, we are both attracted to each other, and we aren't going out?"
Daisuke sluomed further into his chair and his eyes watered just a bit. He had enough self control not to let them fall. In his expression I could see a lot of pain. He must be attracted to Miya too.
"Shut up Ken, shut up shut up shut up. I have to get Hikari. I am going to break down." She sighs. Then she leaves the room, leaving me in the uncomfortable silence I feel with my original visitor.
"Daisuke?"
"What Ken."
"So what are you to me? Best friend? Brother? Cousin?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"Nevermind."
I am not going to have an easy day, am I? "No seriously. Who are you to me? I need to regain my memory somehow."
"You'll figure it out. Either that or someone will tell you." He raises himself from the chair and is about to leave, but pauses. He looks right at me, almost through me, and walks out.
He has a fine ass. Wait. Wait one second. What was that? I watch him and he becomes smaller and smaller as walks down the hallway. Quite an attractive man.
Gay. Great. I regain my life for 30 minutes and I'm gay. I guess. . . before? I was gay and repressing it. So now it comes out and I can't tell anyone? Especially not him. He seemed pissed with me enough already.
I'm alone, so I sink into my bed and pull the sheets over my chest. Everything has to be complicated and annoying for me, right? I guess my life has just been an unfortunate one.
Does that spark any memories? . . . no. Damn. I close my eyes, and try to remember anything before waking up in the hospital.
A dream, I remember a dream. Sticky. That's all I know. I was in it. . . and. . . nothing. I can't think of anything else!
I want some miracle drug to make me remember. Or maybe not. This is a fresh start. I probably have money, the clothes I can see in the closet are nice. This is a nice hospital. All my friends looked sharp and refined. That is, except for that Dai fellow. I look out the window, despite the terrible angle I am at. It's downtown, and I assume the rent around here is high. Therefore, the good part of town. I live on the good side of town! Wonderful. And I live with a very attractive girl. True, taking a second look at Dai, she isn't all that appealing anymore, but still pretty none the less. I should really ask 'Hikari' what is going on. Maybe she could tell me about everything from before.
I kind of twisted and distorted the original ideal of the story. *shrugs* Oh well. Such is my poetic license. *holds up her Poetic License*
It just became another story. Hell, why not?
"So if I am Ken, who are you?"
"You ARE kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I am kidding?"
He raises his hand to his brow line and turns away. "This is not happening."
"So come on, what is your name?"
"My name is Daisuke, but you- . . . my name is Daisuke."
"Fine. Why are you yelling and hitting me, Daisuke?"
This catches his attention. He whirls back to me, temper flaring. "You have no idea what I am to you?"
I try looking through my memory. . . to no avail. "Not really."
He sighs. "Nothing. . ." He waves his hands around vaguely, trying to symbolize words he can't make out.
"Um, what are you trying to get across?"
"Good God. Just when I think things are getting easy."
He slumps into a chair and I decide not to bother 'Daisuke'. We sit like this for about 5 minutes, when a girl with wine colored hair walks into the room.
"Ken! I have been worried sick about you! I check the machine at home and it's from Dai saying you are in the hospital! I had to beg my professor to give me the notes for this afternoon's class, and then I had to bribe Hikari for her car. . ." She stops mid-rant when she sees I looked extremely confused, and to be honest, a little infatuated. "What?"
"He has amnesia, Miya."
The woman spun around to face my other visitor and her eyes, I swear this, flash red. "You. . . you have some nerve Dai, and if you think I don't have the balls to kick your ass. . ."
Hmm. Protective, nice, concerned about me, pretty. "So, you and I live together?" I say, just slightly suggestively.
"No, Ken, you have it wrong. And if you think I am taking advantage of you, God knows the temptation is there, you are dead wrong."
"So we live together, we are both attracted to each other, and we aren't going out?"
Daisuke sluomed further into his chair and his eyes watered just a bit. He had enough self control not to let them fall. In his expression I could see a lot of pain. He must be attracted to Miya too.
"Shut up Ken, shut up shut up shut up. I have to get Hikari. I am going to break down." She sighs. Then she leaves the room, leaving me in the uncomfortable silence I feel with my original visitor.
"Daisuke?"
"What Ken."
"So what are you to me? Best friend? Brother? Cousin?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"Nevermind."
I am not going to have an easy day, am I? "No seriously. Who are you to me? I need to regain my memory somehow."
"You'll figure it out. Either that or someone will tell you." He raises himself from the chair and is about to leave, but pauses. He looks right at me, almost through me, and walks out.
He has a fine ass. Wait. Wait one second. What was that? I watch him and he becomes smaller and smaller as walks down the hallway. Quite an attractive man.
Gay. Great. I regain my life for 30 minutes and I'm gay. I guess. . . before? I was gay and repressing it. So now it comes out and I can't tell anyone? Especially not him. He seemed pissed with me enough already.
I'm alone, so I sink into my bed and pull the sheets over my chest. Everything has to be complicated and annoying for me, right? I guess my life has just been an unfortunate one.
Does that spark any memories? . . . no. Damn. I close my eyes, and try to remember anything before waking up in the hospital.
A dream, I remember a dream. Sticky. That's all I know. I was in it. . . and. . . nothing. I can't think of anything else!
I want some miracle drug to make me remember. Or maybe not. This is a fresh start. I probably have money, the clothes I can see in the closet are nice. This is a nice hospital. All my friends looked sharp and refined. That is, except for that Dai fellow. I look out the window, despite the terrible angle I am at. It's downtown, and I assume the rent around here is high. Therefore, the good part of town. I live on the good side of town! Wonderful. And I live with a very attractive girl. True, taking a second look at Dai, she isn't all that appealing anymore, but still pretty none the less. I should really ask 'Hikari' what is going on. Maybe she could tell me about everything from before.