It took me longer to meet this 'Hikari' than I expected. In fact, she only came to visit the next day. Apparently, she wasn't as close to me as Dai and Miya.
But she was sweet and everything. Sickeningly so, but I was injured. I think she was going a little over the top. She brought her boyfriend with her. At least, that's what she said. I saw the ring on her finger though.
"Ken, you ok? Anything about your memory coming back?"
"No, but maybe you could fill me in?" I smiled the sweetest smile I could muster and put on my puppy eyes, but to no avail.
"You'll figure it out Ken."
I frowned. "Why is it that no one will tell me about my past? Or about Daisuke, for that matter?"
"K-ken, it-it's just that. . . you've had a tough 3 months and I don't think you WANT to remember."
"What?"
I could see something pass behind her ruby eyes. I couldn't read it. It was one of those things you recognize after seeing it a couple times. Being the first time I had seen it, it went completely over my head. "Ken, you and Dai. . ." She trailed off.
"What is this big secret that no one will tell me?"
She opened her mouth. Then she closed it. I wasn't getting any answers from her.
So I turned to the man at the back of the room. Take something. Dai called him T.A. when he yelled to him from outside of the room.
"So, T.A.? Are you going to tell me what is going on?"
T.A. started laughing. I didn't think this was very funny. Then he muttered something that I heard as- 'Daisuke must really be rubbing off on him.'
"Excuse me T.A.?"
He abruptly stopped the chuckling and looked right at me. "Hikari, I'm going to go get a pop. You keep an eye out for Ken."
"Yeah. See ya Takeru."
The blond left. Takeru? I knew I was close. I picked up the TV remote and flipped on the TV. There was soccer on. Soccer? Soccer? That's something. I know I played it. . . until recently. College, I stopped before college. Writing? I'm a writer. Ok. That's pretty good for one channel. I played soccer before getting into college and now I write. Good!
I watched the game for about 10 minutes, and Hikari constantly shifted around at the other side of the room. That's when Dai walked in.
"Hey, um, guys." He cautiously took a step into the room. He saw Hikari and nodded in her direction. "'Kari."
"If stay you better have a damn good reason and $50 for bus fare when I punt your ass clear across the country."
Well, I have to say the guy has guts for not running straight out of there. "Good to see you too."
She turned her head from the TV to him. And used 'The Look'. God, I would have melted into a little puddle of Ken. And then died. That chick had TALENT.
But Mr.Balls of Steel stood his ground and sat in the chair next to hers. I could have sworn her eyes were more brown than red, but I was quickly proven wrong. First Miyako, then Hikari, Daisuke sure isn't having good luck with women now a days. "Ken. Feeling better?"
I nodded weakly. Hikari still had an after effect on me. "I-I get-t out today."
Daisuke nodded. "That's good, that's good. So. . how you been 'Kari?"
She said nothing, and put on The Look again. I did as promised and melted into a nice little puddle.
"You know what your problem is, Daisuke?"
"No, but I am absolutely sure you are going to tell me." He plastered on a fake sweet grin and directed it straight at the fiery bruenette.
She didn't answer, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. The soccer game blared in the background, but the silence was actually drowning it out.
So much for my happy going home party.
But she was sweet and everything. Sickeningly so, but I was injured. I think she was going a little over the top. She brought her boyfriend with her. At least, that's what she said. I saw the ring on her finger though.
"Ken, you ok? Anything about your memory coming back?"
"No, but maybe you could fill me in?" I smiled the sweetest smile I could muster and put on my puppy eyes, but to no avail.
"You'll figure it out Ken."
I frowned. "Why is it that no one will tell me about my past? Or about Daisuke, for that matter?"
"K-ken, it-it's just that. . . you've had a tough 3 months and I don't think you WANT to remember."
"What?"
I could see something pass behind her ruby eyes. I couldn't read it. It was one of those things you recognize after seeing it a couple times. Being the first time I had seen it, it went completely over my head. "Ken, you and Dai. . ." She trailed off.
"What is this big secret that no one will tell me?"
She opened her mouth. Then she closed it. I wasn't getting any answers from her.
So I turned to the man at the back of the room. Take something. Dai called him T.A. when he yelled to him from outside of the room.
"So, T.A.? Are you going to tell me what is going on?"
T.A. started laughing. I didn't think this was very funny. Then he muttered something that I heard as- 'Daisuke must really be rubbing off on him.'
"Excuse me T.A.?"
He abruptly stopped the chuckling and looked right at me. "Hikari, I'm going to go get a pop. You keep an eye out for Ken."
"Yeah. See ya Takeru."
The blond left. Takeru? I knew I was close. I picked up the TV remote and flipped on the TV. There was soccer on. Soccer? Soccer? That's something. I know I played it. . . until recently. College, I stopped before college. Writing? I'm a writer. Ok. That's pretty good for one channel. I played soccer before getting into college and now I write. Good!
I watched the game for about 10 minutes, and Hikari constantly shifted around at the other side of the room. That's when Dai walked in.
"Hey, um, guys." He cautiously took a step into the room. He saw Hikari and nodded in her direction. "'Kari."
"If stay you better have a damn good reason and $50 for bus fare when I punt your ass clear across the country."
Well, I have to say the guy has guts for not running straight out of there. "Good to see you too."
She turned her head from the TV to him. And used 'The Look'. God, I would have melted into a little puddle of Ken. And then died. That chick had TALENT.
But Mr.Balls of Steel stood his ground and sat in the chair next to hers. I could have sworn her eyes were more brown than red, but I was quickly proven wrong. First Miyako, then Hikari, Daisuke sure isn't having good luck with women now a days. "Ken. Feeling better?"
I nodded weakly. Hikari still had an after effect on me. "I-I get-t out today."
Daisuke nodded. "That's good, that's good. So. . how you been 'Kari?"
She said nothing, and put on The Look again. I did as promised and melted into a nice little puddle.
"You know what your problem is, Daisuke?"
"No, but I am absolutely sure you are going to tell me." He plastered on a fake sweet grin and directed it straight at the fiery bruenette.
She didn't answer, and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. The soccer game blared in the background, but the silence was actually drowning it out.
So much for my happy going home party.