I awoke slowly, looking at my apartment currently illuminated by the sun shining
through the opened blinds. Makoto's plants looked a little dry, and I made a
note to myself to water them after my morning shower.
Waitaminute.. Makoto's plants? She'd never bought any plants. And I'd never had
plants, aside from my fake tree during the holidays. So where did these come
from? Sitting up quickly, I felt my blanket move on its own, and looked down to
see Makoto's arm wrapped around me as she slept, hugging me closer after I'd
moved away in my shock.
"Mako-chan, wak.." 'Mako-chan?' Where had that come from?
"Makoto? Makoto, wake up." I said, poking her in the head. She groaned, and
rolled away from my finger, exposing her bare back towards me. I froze for a
moment, then calmed, remembering. Last night she'd come in after a rough day of
work and...
No! Last night there'd been some sort of magic attack... right? But looking at
Makoto, I remembered waiting for Nabiki to fall asleep before... Nabiki! Looking
around the apartment, I finally spotted her on the other side of a small tree,
lying on an air mattress that Makoto and I had bought her when she'd lost her
job and apartment.
Wait. Hadn't she appeared, like Makoto, at my door a week ago? And.. someone
else, as well... who...?
"Augh!" I cried, a spike of pain driving into my skull as dozens of conflicting
memories suddenly made their presence known.
"Kyle? Kyle, are you okay?" Makoto asked, having been awakened by my anguished
cry. Looking at her staring at me with concern, I frowned, fearful that at any
moment she'd realize she was topless, and also mad at myself for having scared
her.
Scaring her? "... No." I said, emotionlessly. She blinked, and I watched as
fear, then shock, and finally confusion danced across her face. She blinked
again, then, then stared down at her hand, currently holding mine.
"Could... could you hand me a shirt, please?" she asked, finally. Turning, I
grabbed her favorite lazy-day t-shirt, and waited as she pulled it on.
"I.. you.. we..." she motioned to the bed we currently shared, and my eyes
widened in surprise as I caught the glint of gold on her hand. Reaching for it,
I stopped as I noticed a small band of gold on my ring finger as well. Suddenly,
I remembered a lot more about our "past."
I met Makoto at MAGFest at the end of September, and we'd hit it off well,
hanging out with each other during the conventions downtime. On the final day,
I'd found her crying in her room, and learned that her parents had passed away
in a plane crash on their way home from Japan. Her mother was Japanese, and her
father was an American businessman, I knew, but I had no idea they were dead.
Talking more, I found out that she now had no home to go to, as the government
and various debts had forced her family's lawyers to foreclose on their
property. She now had little money, and wasn't sure what she was going to do,
now that the convention was over. After telling her about my problems, and lack
of a home, as well, I offered her a seat in my car, telling her she could get
out wherever she felt best.
After arriving in Denver with her, and finding out my friend's home wasn't quite
as welcoming as I'd thought, we lived out of my car, trying to find jobs and a
home to live in. After a little bit, I'd found a job at Applebee's, and we moved
into an apartment with my fathers help as cosigner.
Our neighbor, Nabiki, introduced herself the day we moved in, and, while a bit
arrogant acting, we hit it off well, and, in a few weeks, were always gathering
for little movie-watching parties. After I'd established a connection with my
co-workers to get alcohol, the parties got funnier as Makoto and I would watch
Nabiki become less and less coordinated and perceptive with every drink.
Though we were pretty poor, we grew closer, and then, after a long afternoon of
heavy drinking, we woke up married, my wallet annoyingly empty and two small
rings on our fingers. Unsure what or even how that had happened, we decided to
just accept it, and kept on living together as a couple through December.
In January, we awoke to find a red-eyed Nabiki at our door, an eviction notice
in one hand, and a rather severe bank statement in the other. Letting her in, we
decided to let her stay with us until she got back on her feet, and purchased an
air mattress for her to place in the corner.
Blinking, I stared at Makoto, reliving my past in an instant, before blushing.
We'd done quite a bit after getting married, and thinking of Makoto like that,
though normal to my 'new' self, was rather discomforting to the part of me who
remembered Makoto as a
Sailor Senshi, and a confused young woman who'd magically appeared on my
doorstep a week ago.
Taking a closer look around the apartment, I spotted some things now that were
obviously changed. Mercury replaced the Jupiter in the small set of figurines I
had on my shelf, and there were pictures here and there featuring Makoto and I
around Denver that I could remember having taken of us on our outings.
I snapped back to the here-and-now when Makoto's soft crying cut into my
observation.
Moving over to her swiftly, I placed my arm around her comfortingly, lovingly,
before I knew what I was doing, and she jumped, looking at me with both fear and
love in her eyes.
Before I could stop to consciously think about it, I leaned forward to kiss her,
and she responded, wrapping her arms around me, and we both fell to the bed,
lips locked together passionately. Right before my hand grasped something it had
yet to feel in the reality I remember, I pulled away, jumping from the bed in
shock.
Makoto looked extremely hurt at first, then realization hit her, and she blushed
in shame. Not wanting to risk doing anything more to mess with her (or my)
confused minds, I entered the bathroom quickly, turning on the water to the
shower, and hoping I'd reach a sensible explanation for what was happening.
Stepping out of the shower not feeling refreshed, but at least somewhat awake, I
pulled on my robe, and stepped out of the bathroom, only to see Makoto sitting
on the edge of the bed, a river of tears silently sliding down her face as she
looked around the room.
I sighed, not knowing how to handle this situation, but unwilling to leave my
wif- Makoto crying without doing something. When I sat beside her, she looked at
me, and I could feel her eyes prying into mine, searching for an answer I didn't
have. Finally, she closed her eyes, and spoke.
"What... What's happened to us?"
"Well... either we're happily married, and suddenly gained memories of some
really messed up life..."
"-or I'm an anime character brought to life, and here, for reasons unknown."
Makoto said, picking up where I left off. She had a habit of finishing off my
sentences for me. Or did she? Which set of memories were real?
"I... from a logical standpoint, being married to you makes sense. Inter-
universal traveling and magic seems a bit.. off." While I said this, Makoto had
scooted over to lean against me. While a part of me was worried, another part
felt this normal, and while I debated what to do about it, I continued speaking.
"However, were the more... 'normal life' theory true, why would we suddenly
awaken one day with all these strange memories?" Makoto sighed, and I realized
I'd put my arm around her reassuringly. Closing my eyes in frustration, I gently
disengaged myself from her, and moved to put some pants on, before taking off
the robe.
Hearing Makoto's small squeak of surprise, I turned to her, and noticed she had
turned an interesting shade of red. Turning to look at myself in the mirror, I
didn't see anything too obvious. Turning around, however, I spotted some
rather... interesting scratches along my back. When the memories of how I
received them popped up, I joined Makoto in blushing, and quickly threw on one
of my white undershirts.
After briefly considering waking Nabiki, I walked into the small kitchen,
wondering what had changed in there. Peering into the pantry, I grinned as I saw
it was rather full, though not too many pre-made items were to be found. Pulling
down a box of Coco Puffs, I quickly poured myself a bowl, and asked Makoto if
she'd like one as well. She nodded, and I poured a second bowl, carrying both
over to the bed before sitting beside her and digging in.
While we ate in silence, I looked around more carefully at the apartment, and
the more subtle changes I'd not spotted before became apparent. The Television
didn't seem to have gotten much use, as there was a file layer of dust upon the
screen itself. The Gamecube was nowhere to be seen, though the R/F Modulator I'd
hooked it up to before was still sitting beside the television.
Looking around, I noticed I'd wired my computer to the television, and I
wondered briefly why I apparently never used the screen as a third monitor.
Shrugging it off as unimportant, I looked at the plants that were now to be
found around the apartment. The smallish tree between the closet and the
kitchen, the fern hanging from a hook in the ceiling, the little plant on the
desk that I could never remember the name of, despite Makoto's constant
reminders.
Looking over at the bookshelf, however, I noticed the most stunning plant of
all. A bonsai tree, a rather large one at that, sat on the bookshelf, it's
branches reaching out towards the window. Blinking as new memories (or were they
the real ones.. it was getting hard to decide) surfaced, I remembered watching
Makoto carefully trim it, feed it and water it multiple times, slowly bringing
the tree from it's near-deathly state we'd gotten it in to the majestic little
tree that our few visitors were always asking about.
Finishing up the cereal, I set the bowl down, and turned to Makoto, who was a
couple bites behind me. When she was done, she set her bowl aside as well, and
we both blushed slightly, looking at each other as thoughts fought one another
on both our heads.
Settling on taking her hands, I reached out and held them, staring into her
eyes, and realizing I was getting lost in them already. Blinking, I let go,
unable to say what was on the tip of my tongue as, once again, a headache began
to grow from the clash of memories.
"Kyle?" Makoto asked, genuine worry in her voice.
"I.. Every time I think too much, my head starts to hurt."
I looked at her, quirking a brow as I realized something.
"Doesn't it hurt to think about which memory is right?" I asked. She shrugged
softly, before responding.
"I just chose which set seems right, and ignore the other one as much as
possible." I blinked at her, and tried to. It didn't work at first, as I'd
started mixing and matching as soon as I'd awoken, but eventually I set myself
more towards the conservative 'Makoto-came-from-an-anime' set of memories. The
pressure in my head abating, I managed a soft grin, and sat back down beside
her.
"We should…" she started, trailing off as she looked over my shoulder. Turning,
I realized she was looking at the still sleeping Nabiki, and finished the
thought for her.
"-wake her up?"
Makoto nodded, and I turned, flipping from one set of memories to the other to
see how best I should handle the situation. Shaking her roughly, and calling her
name out, she stirred under me, finally cracking an eyelid enough to gaze at me.
"You two make so much noise at night, and now you want to get me up early, as
well?"
Falling on my butt, I could feel the blood rushing to my face as Nabiki followed
my short fall to the ground and subsequent reddening.
"Geeze, what's the matter with you? It's not like you didn't know I knew."
Blinking at her, I turned to Makoto, who was also an interesting shade of red.
My extra set of memories also told me how far down the blush- "Argh!" I cried,
shoving the palm of my hand into my eyes, before dragging them down my face
slowly.
Nabiki blinked at me, and then frowned. "Wait…" I stared at her, hoping she'd
realized something was amiss.
"Weren't we… But…" she trailed off, sitting up and staring at the wall beside
her. Her eyes, I could see, were growing wider, and she suddenly grabbed her
head, moaning.
"What the hell did you do to us?" She suddenly whirled on me, fury in her eyes.
"Eep!" I managed to get out, scrambling backwards, driving my head into the
chair a second later. Falling onto my back, I groaned, grabbing my head for a
non-memory-related headache, hoping Nabiki wouldn't do anything while I dealt
with my self-inflicted pain.
"He's not at fault. It happened to him too!" Makoto cried, moving to my side
quickly. Cracking an eye, I looked up at Makoto, who was currently cradling my
head in her lap and glaring at Nabiki. Thinking about it for a moment (and
adding to my headache) I realized Makoto didn't baby me, but we were both really
defensive for and about each other.
"We fell for each other pretty hard, didn't we?" I asked, grinning up at her a
little. She smiled down at me, and the pain in my head lessened a little, the
feelings associated with the married life loosing a bit of their "foreign-ness."
"Oh? Sorry about that, then, Kyle." Nabiki said, nonchalantly. Makoto stared at
her for a second, then shrugged, apparently accepting it at face value. Slowly
sitting up, I stared at the floor, and asked Nabiki if she could tell which
memories were real, and which ones weren't.
"No, they both seem about even. Whatever did this was really good, I suppose."
"You suppose?" Makoto asked.
"Yeah. Knowing how memory changing affects people is a rather necessary skill in
Nerima… if, of course, that's where I'm from, and not some bizarre added-
memory."
I nodded, remember what she was talking about somewhat, but from an entirely
different perspective.
"All our memories correlate… both pairs. So… the task at hand, I suppose, is
finding out which are real, and which aren't."
"That'll be easy. Whichever memories contradict those everyone else appears to
know will be real,' Nabiki stated.
"Ehh? I'd think it's the ones that go along with the rest of the world's ideas
best. After all, thinking a totally different history up that even you can't
prove just makes you crazy," I countered.
"True, but why would we all get the same memories if they didn't have some
significance? Whatever did this was not playing a practical joke."
"So.. so either you two appeared here inexplicably from an Anime universe,
interrupting my pathetic life, or Makoto and I got Married after moving here,
and you've just recently moved in until you can get back on your feet, right?"
"Hmm.. sounds to me like you're hoping you didn't have a pathetic life." Nabiki
said with a smirk.
"Bah. Sounds to me like you don't want to believe in the strange and
mysterious." Nabiki frowned at that, and said nothing. I turned to Makoto, who'd
kept quiet for most of the argument.
"Well, Mako-chan, what do you think?" She smiled a little at the pet name, and
responded, "I think we ought to see if the rest of the world has conflicting
memories, or if they all believe one thing or the other." Nabiki and I nodded
softly as she said this, and she frowned at both of us suddenly. "I also think
you two have forgotten about Kyle's first guest, Mara, from the Anime-memories."
through the opened blinds. Makoto's plants looked a little dry, and I made a
note to myself to water them after my morning shower.
Waitaminute.. Makoto's plants? She'd never bought any plants. And I'd never had
plants, aside from my fake tree during the holidays. So where did these come
from? Sitting up quickly, I felt my blanket move on its own, and looked down to
see Makoto's arm wrapped around me as she slept, hugging me closer after I'd
moved away in my shock.
"Mako-chan, wak.." 'Mako-chan?' Where had that come from?
"Makoto? Makoto, wake up." I said, poking her in the head. She groaned, and
rolled away from my finger, exposing her bare back towards me. I froze for a
moment, then calmed, remembering. Last night she'd come in after a rough day of
work and...
No! Last night there'd been some sort of magic attack... right? But looking at
Makoto, I remembered waiting for Nabiki to fall asleep before... Nabiki! Looking
around the apartment, I finally spotted her on the other side of a small tree,
lying on an air mattress that Makoto and I had bought her when she'd lost her
job and apartment.
Wait. Hadn't she appeared, like Makoto, at my door a week ago? And.. someone
else, as well... who...?
"Augh!" I cried, a spike of pain driving into my skull as dozens of conflicting
memories suddenly made their presence known.
"Kyle? Kyle, are you okay?" Makoto asked, having been awakened by my anguished
cry. Looking at her staring at me with concern, I frowned, fearful that at any
moment she'd realize she was topless, and also mad at myself for having scared
her.
Scaring her? "... No." I said, emotionlessly. She blinked, and I watched as
fear, then shock, and finally confusion danced across her face. She blinked
again, then, then stared down at her hand, currently holding mine.
"Could... could you hand me a shirt, please?" she asked, finally. Turning, I
grabbed her favorite lazy-day t-shirt, and waited as she pulled it on.
"I.. you.. we..." she motioned to the bed we currently shared, and my eyes
widened in surprise as I caught the glint of gold on her hand. Reaching for it,
I stopped as I noticed a small band of gold on my ring finger as well. Suddenly,
I remembered a lot more about our "past."
I met Makoto at MAGFest at the end of September, and we'd hit it off well,
hanging out with each other during the conventions downtime. On the final day,
I'd found her crying in her room, and learned that her parents had passed away
in a plane crash on their way home from Japan. Her mother was Japanese, and her
father was an American businessman, I knew, but I had no idea they were dead.
Talking more, I found out that she now had no home to go to, as the government
and various debts had forced her family's lawyers to foreclose on their
property. She now had little money, and wasn't sure what she was going to do,
now that the convention was over. After telling her about my problems, and lack
of a home, as well, I offered her a seat in my car, telling her she could get
out wherever she felt best.
After arriving in Denver with her, and finding out my friend's home wasn't quite
as welcoming as I'd thought, we lived out of my car, trying to find jobs and a
home to live in. After a little bit, I'd found a job at Applebee's, and we moved
into an apartment with my fathers help as cosigner.
Our neighbor, Nabiki, introduced herself the day we moved in, and, while a bit
arrogant acting, we hit it off well, and, in a few weeks, were always gathering
for little movie-watching parties. After I'd established a connection with my
co-workers to get alcohol, the parties got funnier as Makoto and I would watch
Nabiki become less and less coordinated and perceptive with every drink.
Though we were pretty poor, we grew closer, and then, after a long afternoon of
heavy drinking, we woke up married, my wallet annoyingly empty and two small
rings on our fingers. Unsure what or even how that had happened, we decided to
just accept it, and kept on living together as a couple through December.
In January, we awoke to find a red-eyed Nabiki at our door, an eviction notice
in one hand, and a rather severe bank statement in the other. Letting her in, we
decided to let her stay with us until she got back on her feet, and purchased an
air mattress for her to place in the corner.
Blinking, I stared at Makoto, reliving my past in an instant, before blushing.
We'd done quite a bit after getting married, and thinking of Makoto like that,
though normal to my 'new' self, was rather discomforting to the part of me who
remembered Makoto as a
Sailor Senshi, and a confused young woman who'd magically appeared on my
doorstep a week ago.
Taking a closer look around the apartment, I spotted some things now that were
obviously changed. Mercury replaced the Jupiter in the small set of figurines I
had on my shelf, and there were pictures here and there featuring Makoto and I
around Denver that I could remember having taken of us on our outings.
I snapped back to the here-and-now when Makoto's soft crying cut into my
observation.
Moving over to her swiftly, I placed my arm around her comfortingly, lovingly,
before I knew what I was doing, and she jumped, looking at me with both fear and
love in her eyes.
Before I could stop to consciously think about it, I leaned forward to kiss her,
and she responded, wrapping her arms around me, and we both fell to the bed,
lips locked together passionately. Right before my hand grasped something it had
yet to feel in the reality I remember, I pulled away, jumping from the bed in
shock.
Makoto looked extremely hurt at first, then realization hit her, and she blushed
in shame. Not wanting to risk doing anything more to mess with her (or my)
confused minds, I entered the bathroom quickly, turning on the water to the
shower, and hoping I'd reach a sensible explanation for what was happening.
Stepping out of the shower not feeling refreshed, but at least somewhat awake, I
pulled on my robe, and stepped out of the bathroom, only to see Makoto sitting
on the edge of the bed, a river of tears silently sliding down her face as she
looked around the room.
I sighed, not knowing how to handle this situation, but unwilling to leave my
wif- Makoto crying without doing something. When I sat beside her, she looked at
me, and I could feel her eyes prying into mine, searching for an answer I didn't
have. Finally, she closed her eyes, and spoke.
"What... What's happened to us?"
"Well... either we're happily married, and suddenly gained memories of some
really messed up life..."
"-or I'm an anime character brought to life, and here, for reasons unknown."
Makoto said, picking up where I left off. She had a habit of finishing off my
sentences for me. Or did she? Which set of memories were real?
"I... from a logical standpoint, being married to you makes sense. Inter-
universal traveling and magic seems a bit.. off." While I said this, Makoto had
scooted over to lean against me. While a part of me was worried, another part
felt this normal, and while I debated what to do about it, I continued speaking.
"However, were the more... 'normal life' theory true, why would we suddenly
awaken one day with all these strange memories?" Makoto sighed, and I realized
I'd put my arm around her reassuringly. Closing my eyes in frustration, I gently
disengaged myself from her, and moved to put some pants on, before taking off
the robe.
Hearing Makoto's small squeak of surprise, I turned to her, and noticed she had
turned an interesting shade of red. Turning to look at myself in the mirror, I
didn't see anything too obvious. Turning around, however, I spotted some
rather... interesting scratches along my back. When the memories of how I
received them popped up, I joined Makoto in blushing, and quickly threw on one
of my white undershirts.
After briefly considering waking Nabiki, I walked into the small kitchen,
wondering what had changed in there. Peering into the pantry, I grinned as I saw
it was rather full, though not too many pre-made items were to be found. Pulling
down a box of Coco Puffs, I quickly poured myself a bowl, and asked Makoto if
she'd like one as well. She nodded, and I poured a second bowl, carrying both
over to the bed before sitting beside her and digging in.
While we ate in silence, I looked around more carefully at the apartment, and
the more subtle changes I'd not spotted before became apparent. The Television
didn't seem to have gotten much use, as there was a file layer of dust upon the
screen itself. The Gamecube was nowhere to be seen, though the R/F Modulator I'd
hooked it up to before was still sitting beside the television.
Looking around, I noticed I'd wired my computer to the television, and I
wondered briefly why I apparently never used the screen as a third monitor.
Shrugging it off as unimportant, I looked at the plants that were now to be
found around the apartment. The smallish tree between the closet and the
kitchen, the fern hanging from a hook in the ceiling, the little plant on the
desk that I could never remember the name of, despite Makoto's constant
reminders.
Looking over at the bookshelf, however, I noticed the most stunning plant of
all. A bonsai tree, a rather large one at that, sat on the bookshelf, it's
branches reaching out towards the window. Blinking as new memories (or were they
the real ones.. it was getting hard to decide) surfaced, I remembered watching
Makoto carefully trim it, feed it and water it multiple times, slowly bringing
the tree from it's near-deathly state we'd gotten it in to the majestic little
tree that our few visitors were always asking about.
Finishing up the cereal, I set the bowl down, and turned to Makoto, who was a
couple bites behind me. When she was done, she set her bowl aside as well, and
we both blushed slightly, looking at each other as thoughts fought one another
on both our heads.
Settling on taking her hands, I reached out and held them, staring into her
eyes, and realizing I was getting lost in them already. Blinking, I let go,
unable to say what was on the tip of my tongue as, once again, a headache began
to grow from the clash of memories.
"Kyle?" Makoto asked, genuine worry in her voice.
"I.. Every time I think too much, my head starts to hurt."
I looked at her, quirking a brow as I realized something.
"Doesn't it hurt to think about which memory is right?" I asked. She shrugged
softly, before responding.
"I just chose which set seems right, and ignore the other one as much as
possible." I blinked at her, and tried to. It didn't work at first, as I'd
started mixing and matching as soon as I'd awoken, but eventually I set myself
more towards the conservative 'Makoto-came-from-an-anime' set of memories. The
pressure in my head abating, I managed a soft grin, and sat back down beside
her.
"We should…" she started, trailing off as she looked over my shoulder. Turning,
I realized she was looking at the still sleeping Nabiki, and finished the
thought for her.
"-wake her up?"
Makoto nodded, and I turned, flipping from one set of memories to the other to
see how best I should handle the situation. Shaking her roughly, and calling her
name out, she stirred under me, finally cracking an eyelid enough to gaze at me.
"You two make so much noise at night, and now you want to get me up early, as
well?"
Falling on my butt, I could feel the blood rushing to my face as Nabiki followed
my short fall to the ground and subsequent reddening.
"Geeze, what's the matter with you? It's not like you didn't know I knew."
Blinking at her, I turned to Makoto, who was also an interesting shade of red.
My extra set of memories also told me how far down the blush- "Argh!" I cried,
shoving the palm of my hand into my eyes, before dragging them down my face
slowly.
Nabiki blinked at me, and then frowned. "Wait…" I stared at her, hoping she'd
realized something was amiss.
"Weren't we… But…" she trailed off, sitting up and staring at the wall beside
her. Her eyes, I could see, were growing wider, and she suddenly grabbed her
head, moaning.
"What the hell did you do to us?" She suddenly whirled on me, fury in her eyes.
"Eep!" I managed to get out, scrambling backwards, driving my head into the
chair a second later. Falling onto my back, I groaned, grabbing my head for a
non-memory-related headache, hoping Nabiki wouldn't do anything while I dealt
with my self-inflicted pain.
"He's not at fault. It happened to him too!" Makoto cried, moving to my side
quickly. Cracking an eye, I looked up at Makoto, who was currently cradling my
head in her lap and glaring at Nabiki. Thinking about it for a moment (and
adding to my headache) I realized Makoto didn't baby me, but we were both really
defensive for and about each other.
"We fell for each other pretty hard, didn't we?" I asked, grinning up at her a
little. She smiled down at me, and the pain in my head lessened a little, the
feelings associated with the married life loosing a bit of their "foreign-ness."
"Oh? Sorry about that, then, Kyle." Nabiki said, nonchalantly. Makoto stared at
her for a second, then shrugged, apparently accepting it at face value. Slowly
sitting up, I stared at the floor, and asked Nabiki if she could tell which
memories were real, and which ones weren't.
"No, they both seem about even. Whatever did this was really good, I suppose."
"You suppose?" Makoto asked.
"Yeah. Knowing how memory changing affects people is a rather necessary skill in
Nerima… if, of course, that's where I'm from, and not some bizarre added-
memory."
I nodded, remember what she was talking about somewhat, but from an entirely
different perspective.
"All our memories correlate… both pairs. So… the task at hand, I suppose, is
finding out which are real, and which aren't."
"That'll be easy. Whichever memories contradict those everyone else appears to
know will be real,' Nabiki stated.
"Ehh? I'd think it's the ones that go along with the rest of the world's ideas
best. After all, thinking a totally different history up that even you can't
prove just makes you crazy," I countered.
"True, but why would we all get the same memories if they didn't have some
significance? Whatever did this was not playing a practical joke."
"So.. so either you two appeared here inexplicably from an Anime universe,
interrupting my pathetic life, or Makoto and I got Married after moving here,
and you've just recently moved in until you can get back on your feet, right?"
"Hmm.. sounds to me like you're hoping you didn't have a pathetic life." Nabiki
said with a smirk.
"Bah. Sounds to me like you don't want to believe in the strange and
mysterious." Nabiki frowned at that, and said nothing. I turned to Makoto, who'd
kept quiet for most of the argument.
"Well, Mako-chan, what do you think?" She smiled a little at the pet name, and
responded, "I think we ought to see if the rest of the world has conflicting
memories, or if they all believe one thing or the other." Nabiki and I nodded
softly as she said this, and she frowned at both of us suddenly. "I also think
you two have forgotten about Kyle's first guest, Mara, from the Anime-memories."