I Don't Know You Anymore

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : I would love to say that I own Ran, Ken, Yoji and Omi but since the world isn't a fair place I can't do that…

Warnings : OCC, angst, more warnings later…

Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.

Chapter 1. Blank Mind

Omi nervously looked at the tall man standing before him. He wanted answers just like his two team-mates who were standing beside him.

"Well?" Watery blue eyes looked into impatient green ones.

"We don't know." Omi gritted his teeth in annoyance and worry. They didn't know?! But they were doctors! Weren't they suppose to know these things?

"What do you mean you don't know?" Ken asked quietly.

"Until he wakes up we can't be sure how this has affected him. All we know at this moment is that Fujimiya-san is in a coma. The longer he stays in it the bigger the risk is that the damages will be severe and perhaps even permanent."

Omi felt his heart sink. Didn't Fate have any sense of fairness? Aya already had a sister in a coma and now he was in one himself? Life truly sucked!

"Can we see him?" he asked timidly. The doctor nodded.

"Of course. It'll be good for Fujimiya-san to be surrounded by voices he knows. I'll have a nurse show you to his room."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They all looked at their fallen friend. The man who always looked so strong, confident and unbreakable now seemed fragile, lost and weak. It was so wrong. Yoji ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed. How the hell could this have happened to Aya? Yeah so a car had hit him but that wasn't exactly what the blonde meant.

"He's going to be okay, isn't he Yoji-kun?" He turned to his youngest friend and forced a smile on his lips.

"Of course chibi. You know Aya, it takes more than a car to keep him down." That was a lie and they both knew it. A car had managed to do just that.

"What if he doesn't wake up?" Yoji sighed and faced the brunette.

"Let's not go there Ken. He's going to be just fine," he said calmly, "he has to," he then added so quietly that neither one of his team-mates heard him.

"There was something wrong with him today."

"I know," Yoji sighed. Actually he knew more about what had been wrong with the redhead than Ken and Omi but it wouldn't do anyone any good if he told them now.

"I tried to talk to him but he just snapped at me," Ken mumbled and sat down on the only chair in the room. Yoji almost raised an eyebrow at that. Like Aya didn't always snap at Ken?

"Don't worry you can talk to him when he wakes up." The blonde frowned at his own words. Perhaps it would be better if the redhead never woke up at all? Yoji sighed. Nothing good would ever come from talking to Fujimiya Aya, that was something he was sure of.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A little over a week later they weren't thinking when anymore but rather if. Aya hadn't showed any signs of waking up and the doctors were concerned. Ken sighed and watched over the redhead. They had agreed not to leave their leader alone until he woke up and he was the one spending the night in the hard and unfriendly chair.

He shifted his weight and blinked slowly before he yawned. None of them had slept much since the accident and it had started to show. Ken rubbed his tired eyes and set his brown gaze on the face of his friend. It was so alien to him how a man like Aya could seem so helpless and small.

Uneasy he shifted again and fiddled with the laces on his left boot. What would he do if the redhead never woke up? Ken bit his bottom lip and pushed that question away. It would do him no good to think about that right now. His gaze moved from Aya to the window and he stared into the dark cold night.

Out there life went on like nothing had happened but in there everything seemed to have stopped. A sudden movement made him snap his head back to his friend. Aya had moved and his eyes were open, searching the room with fear in them. Quickly Ken rose and nervously stared at the redhead. He found the alarm and pressed it to get a nurse in there.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He looked at the people standing around his bed and wished that they would all just go away. A middle aged man with intelligent eyes came up to him and smiled.

"It's nice to see you awake," he said calmly and corrected his glasses. "Is it okay if I ask you a few questions?"

"Hai," he answered slowly and glanced at the other people who were staring at him.

"Do you know where you are?" He blinked a few times and ran his eyes over the white walls.

"Um no." The man wrote something in his pad and frowned slightly.

"What's your name?" He opened his mouth to answer and froze. Shouldn't he know that at least?

"I… I… don't remember…" A gasp was heard from the three men that were staring at him.

"I see. And you don't recognize these men, do you?" He shook his head and looked at them. Two blondes, one tall and one short and a brunette, he had never seen them in his life before, except for the brown haired man who had been there when he had opened his eyes.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"What's wrong with him?!" Yoji asked harshly and glared at the doctor.

"Fujimiya-san has amnesia, it's not uncommon with this type of head injury."

"So when will it go away?" Three pairs of eyes looked at the man and waited for his answer.

"There are three different outcomes and only time will tell which one…"

"Just tell us when he's going to be okay!? Yoji interrupted the doctor harshly.

"I don't know. He could recover completely, or at least get some of his memory back but there is also the possibility that Fujimiya-san never will remember."

"You mean that Aya might never recover, that he'll never remember us?" Omi asked quietly.

"Hai but let's not jump off that bridge just yet. He might recover completely."

"What can we do to help?"

"Just be there for him, show him things he's familier with but don't pressure him. And one more thing… Don't push him."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you shouldn't fill in the blanks for him. If he asks questions then answer them honestly. Pardon me for being blunt but don't shove things down his throat. He has to find his memories on his own. Don't try to force him into becoming the Aya you knew because he might never be him again." The three assassins looked at each other.

"Oh God," Ken groaned and ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"I know this is difficult for you but you have to be patient with him. He's very confused and scared at the moment."

"He's not the only one," Omi sighed and sat down.

"I want to run some tests but he should be fit to leave in a few days. I suggest you take him home and let him settle in," the doctor said calmly before he turned around and left them alone.

"How the hell are we going to get through this?" Yoji asked and looked at his friends. They didn't answer since they didn't know.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

They had told him that his name was Ran but that they usually called him Aya. He sighed deeply. Aya was not the name of a man so why would he prefer that? And just who the hell were those three men? Annoyed he pulled at the longer strands of hair that framed his face.

There was so much he wanted to ask them but he didn't know how to. The middle-aged man, who had turned out to be a doctor, had said that he suffered from amnesia. Nice of him to put a name on the confused and blank-minded state he was in but it didn't exactly help him.

At the moment the smaller one of the two blondes was with him. He was short, thin, had huge blue eyes and way too cheerful. When the other two left he had said that his name was Omi. Did he know Omi? What was his connection to this energetic boy? He just didn't know, couldn't remember and it was seriously bugging him.

Was Omi perhaps his younger brother? No that couldn't be it because they didn't look anything like each other. He was a redhead, that much he had been able to figure out, while Omi was a blonde.

"Aya-kun?" He winced at the unfamilier name and turned his eyes to the boy.

"Hai?"

"Can I um get you anything?" How about my memories, think you could get them for me? he asked inside.

"No I'm fine thank you." Omi gave him a strange look but said nothing more. It was nice that he finally shut up, his perky voice was giving him a headache. So his name was Aya, or Ran, or whatever, and this Omi person was obviously a friend or something like that? He sighed.

"Doctor Kaneshiro said that you might have questions," the petit blonde said after a while.

"Um how do I know you?"

"You, me, Yoji-kun and Ken-kun work and live together," Omi nodded and smiled. Aya frowned. He lived with three other guys? That was kind of weird, wasn't it?

"Oh."

"We all work in a flower-shop called the Koneko and we live in the same house as the shop." Fantastic I'm a flower-boy, great career you got going there Aya, Ran or whatever the hell your name is, he muttered to himself. Oh well at least it explained how he knew these men.

"Why do you call me Aya?" Omi lowered his eyes to the floor and squirmed on the chair. It was obvious that he didn't want to answer that question.

"Well… It's the name you introduced yourself with," he finally answered and refused to look up.

"But my real name is Ran?"

"Hai." This was so confusing, was his whole life this confusing?

"I see…"

"Would you like me to call you Ran instead?" Would he? He didn't know but Ran was his name after all so why not.

"Um I think so."

"Well Ran-kun it is then," Omi said and smiled widely at him.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Doctor Kaneshiro kept him at the hospital for a week and for some reason he was thankful for it. The three young men never left him alone though. They took turns in staying with him and he didn't know if it he was thankful for it or of it annoyed him.

The small blonde beamed too much and was way too energetic, the taller blonde was weird and kept staring at him like he had three heads or something and the brunette… That brunette, who had said that his name was Ken, was a bit strange as well. He was kind, very quiet but there was something wrong with him or at least Ran thought so.

When he looked into Ken's brown eyes he saw something that made him very uncomfortable, something that looked a lot like sadness, but not quite, and fear. Ran sighed and fiddled with the pictures they had handed him earlier that day. He was in all of them together with one, two or all three of the other guys.

Ran came to the conclusion that he must have been rather unhappy because he didn't smile in a single one. His face was always bland, hard, his eyes cold and callous. And then there was Ken again. The redhead frowned deeply and studied one of the photos closer. In those pictures the brunette seemed so happy, so innocent. His brown eyes shone and he always smiled but when he showed up at the hospital the smile was forced, unsure and the chocolate eyes… lost.

Ran shook his head. This was driving him nuts. If they were friends then was it so strange that Ken was upset or that that lanky blonde, whose name he just couldn't seem to learn, gave him weird looks? Probably not. Hopefully things would clear up for him now that he was allowed to go home, or whatever he was suppose to call the house where he lived.

He hadn't been the least surprised when the one who came to pick him up had been the tanned brunette and now he was simply waiting for him to come back. Ran picked up the shoes Ken had brought him and stared at them dumbly.

"Fuck!" Gritting his teeth he shoved his feet into them and rubbed his face. They were boots and they had laces, laces he had no idea of how to tie. Suddenly he felt like crying. He was a grown man and he couldn't even tie his own fucking shoes! How pathetic was that? His fingers plucked at the laces. He just couldn't remember how to do this and it was so humiliating.

"You ready to go home?" Ran turned around and looked at the brunette who was standing in the doorway.

"Um well I… It's…" God how embarrassing!

"What's wrong Ay… Ran?" Ken asked and came closer. The redhead sighed.

"It's the shoes, I don't… I can't…" Couldn't the earth just open up and swallow him? Brown eyes looked at him for a moment before their owner seemed to understand his problem.

"Oh sorry I didn't realize…" Ken mumbled and kneeled in front of him. He quickly tied both shoes and rose again. "I'll show you how to do that later, okay?" Ran nodded and picked up his coat.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ken cursed his stupidity as they walked out. How could he have been so stupid?! He should have known that Aya, no it was Ran now, wouldn't be able to remember a simple thing as tying shoelaces. It suddenly dawned on Ken that they would have to teach Ran how to do a lot of things, like reading and writing.

He sighed and twisted his fingers. The redhead was on square one, his mind completely blank due to his amnesia and only time would tell if he'd ever get his memory back. Ken stopped in front of Aya's, no damnit it was Ran, white porsche and waited for the redhead to catch up. Amethyst eyes took in the car but no recognition showed in them.

"Nice car," he said absently.

"Um it's eh your car actually," Ken mumbled and unlocked the doors. "Hope you don't mind me borrowing it but I figured it would be better than my motorcycle." Ran blinked at him.

"Mind? Why would I mind if you borrowed my car?" he shrugged and got in. Ken closed the door and walked over to the other side.

"Aya would kill me if I had so much as looked at his car without asking first," he sighed to himself and took his seat behind the steering-wheel. Nervously he started the car and glances at the redhead.

Ken didn't like to drive the porsche since it had a temper but even more so because he was worried that he would put a dent in it which of course would be the end of his life, or it would have been at least. Now he had a strong feeling that Ran wouldn't even care.

~TBC~

Poor Aya um Ran he's got complete amnesia. What's wrong with Ken and Yoji?? And what is it that Yoji knows about Aya that the others don't? Ja/Atsureki