A New Beginning!
Chapter One: Questions Asked
I woke up to the smell of spaghetti and smiled. I opened my eyes only to be extremely confused. The room I was in didn't look familiar at all. The walls were a dark blue, contrasting to the cream colored carpet. The sheets I was laying under were the same dark blue as the walls. I looked to my right to see a small desk with a chair and lamp. The clock read 9:05. I pulled the sheets back and walked over to my left where a curtain was drawn back. Looking through the glass door to the balcony at the beautiful nighttime scenery, I didn't notice somebody walk in through the door.
"Oh! You're awake!" I heard a surprised deep voice exclaim behind me. I whirled around to come face to face with what has to be the most stunning man on the face of this earth. I blushed at my thoughts and turned my gaze to the floor. "You've been sleeping for two days, you know." He said as he put down the plate of spaghetti and a drink.
I looked up at him suddenly realizing I had no clue who this person was. "Who are you? And why have I been sleeping for two days? What happened to me?" My eyes went wide at the possibilities. He must have noticed this for he hastily tried to reassure me.
"No, no! It wasn't anything" He paused, "too bad. My name is Chiba Mamoru."
"Oh. I'm..." I had no clue! I gave a gasp and covered my mouth with my hands as tears pricked the backs of my eyes. "Oh Kami! I- I don't know..." I gave a cry as I fell to my knees. "I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything!" I didn't know if I had a family, anyone who loved me. I didn't know if I went to school or if I even lived here! What grade would I be in? I can't remember how old I am...Will somebody come looking for me? Will I ever remember people from my past? What am I going to do? Where will I go? I don't know how long I sat there crying but when I looked up, I was in Mamoru's lap. He was sitting on the bed with his arms wrapped around me. I had been crying into his silk navy blue shirt. I looked up to his face and saw tears of his own that had been there. I gasped as I saw them. He cares...Do I know him? I was so confused and tired. I had just woken up from a two day sleep and I'm tired! I looked at him with a thousand questions in my eyes. He just smiled back at me.
"Are you hungry?" I blinked. I hadn't realized it but I was starving! I smiled and shook my head enthusiastically. He chuckled before moving me off his lap so I could eat. I sat down at his desk and he leaned against the head bored of his bed with one leg bent at the knee. I had been eating in silence when he spoke again. "I'm sure you have a ton of questions and I know they will take a very long time to answer. But for now I'll tell you what I can." I nodded my head in understanding while I continued to eat my pasta. "Your name is Tsukino Usagi. All your friends would call you Bunny though. I use to call you Usako." My bunny... I blushed at this and he smiled as he saw it. "We were dating before your...accident." My eyes went wide. I don't know how in the world I managed to snag a guy like that but I was doing well. I laughed mentally at my thoughts. Not only were his looks to die for but he seemed really nice. "Don't worry. I'm not going to force you into a relationship since you don't really remember ever being in one." He gave a light chuckle but to my ears it sounded sad. "You'll be turning 18 in about four months. Your birthday is June 30th." I took this all in with surprising ease. I took a sip of my drink before asking him a question. "How old are you?" He looked to be at least 20.
"23. My birthday is August 3rd."
I almost choked on my drink as I looked at him with wide eyes. "Your five years older than I am!" He chuckled, "Yes I had to avoid getting shot by your father on several occasions." I laughed as he said that.
"How did we meet?"
"You threw a test paper at my head." He said it so seriously that I burst out laughing! We continued to talk on and on. I would ask a question and he would answer it followed by some witty comment. Even though we were talking about things that directly related to my amnesia, I can't remember ever being happier. Pun intended.
After I finished my pasta, Mamoru lead me through his apartment, showing me what was where and things like that I might need to know. I took a long hot shower afterwards and couldn't help but let my mind wonder to a certain handsome ebony haired man. When I did finally get out, I could have sworn it took over an hour to dry my hair. It was so long! It fell a little past my knees and I loved how it shinned golden under the light. I felt like I was looking at a stranger when I looked into the mirror. It was strange not recognizing yourself. But somehow I managed and put on the tank top and pajama pants.
I walked into the living room and found Mamoru sitting on the couch reading a paper. He looked up when he heard me walk in and smiled. Being that gorgeous should be a crime...I walked over to him and plopped down on the couch with a smile. I saw a picture in a beautiful wooden frame on the table by the couch. In it there was a small boy with black hair around the age of 6 and an older man and woman, probably his parents. I picked the picture up to look at it more closely and asked Mamoru without even looking up, "Is this you with your parents?"
He smiled sadly and answered yes. "They died in a car crash when I was seven. I had amnesia and no known relatives. They sent me to an orphanage. I got out when I was 17 and then I met you." He finished with a smile and appeared to be deep in thought as he relived the memory. I put the picture down sadly as I realized I couldn't. "I'm sorry to hear that." I said with my head lowered. "But I'm glad somebody knows what I'm going through." I don't know if it is selfish to think that but its hard going through this alone. Even if there are people there supporting you and such. They have no idea of what it's like. This man, he cares, he knows what its like. "It's alright. I'll be here for you."
I felt a tear roll down my cheek and wiped it away harshly. A thought struck me then. "Do I have parents?" I blushed realizing the stupidity of that question. Of course I have them. "I- I mean are they alive? Or" I was cut off when he wrapped his arms around me. "Yes. They are on a trip in America right now, visiting your mother's sister. I called them letting them know what had happened but that you were alright. They couldn't get a flight back until the 27th of this month. That's 2 weeks away. But I reassured them that you would be fine and that I would take care of you." He paused and then chuckled a moment, "Your father may have tried to kill me numerous times in the past but he has come to accept me." I smiled at him. My father must be very over protective. I fidgeted a bit nervously wanting to ask the one question that would hurt the most. He must have noticed my distress for he pulled me into a hug and asked me what was wrong. "Um...Well I was just curious. What did happen to me?" He avoided my eyes when I asked this and I was thoroughly confused. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain. You were very depressed before the accident and wanted so badly to forget your past. Everyone was so worried about you. But one night, you came to me crying. I tried to comfort you but you just kept saying you wanted to forget and asking for my forgiveness. You passed out and then you know the rest." I gasped at this. I had no idea it was this bad. "W-What was I depressed for?" I was scared to ask but I had to know. "I'm sorry but that's one thing I won't...can't tell you. I just can't see you end up like that again. I'm sorry." He had his head in his hands by the time he finished and I noticed he was softly crying. I couldn't believe he was crying for my pain. He loves me this much? I pulled his head up and kissed away his tears. He gasped at this action and was completely surprised when I sat myself in his lap and buried my head into his neck, with my arms wrapped around him. He returned the loving embrace and we took comfort in the other. That night I slept in his arms.