Notable Notes from Misaki: Hello again, nice people! Hey, you stole my box! is reading the note below* oh well, I don't mind. Now, on with the story!

Notable Notes from Kyo: I would like to thank Arrei for reviewing. Since you were kind enough to review I award you with a little Shigure doll set, complete with Mii doll to annoy, and manuscript to finish from Misaki's box-o-anime (hope you don't mind Misaki). And since Arrei was the only person kind enough to review I'm going to go sulk in my Misaki and I's corner. But first just wanted to say

Wedon'townFruitsBasketsodon'tsue.

There, now that that's over with, on with the story!

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Hidden Memories by The people in the corner

Chapter four: Memories

written by Kyo

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A young Yuki sat on his windowsill, looking out at two boys who where training in martial arts. "Your form sucks." said the orange-haired boy. The two had been at it for a while, and it seemed that the orange-haired boy was more experienced than his white-and-black-haired friend. Yuki had seen both of the boys at New Years. He could have sworn that the black-and-white-haired one was named Haru. The sound of a door opening pulled Yuki from his thoughts and he turned to see his mother.

"Yuki."

"Yes Mother?"

Yuki's mother walked over and sat down in a chair next to him.

"How would you like a new brother?"

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"Hey Yuki, who's that kid? He lookes like he could be your brother." a young boy said as he walked to school with Yuki. Walking not far from them was a tall boy who had long silvery hair that reached past his shoulders. He had the same feminine looking features as Yuki, and looked very much like he could be related to Yuki.

"My mother is going out with his father."

"Oh."

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Yuki walked backwards until he felt the hard brick of the school wall stop him. The school bully stood over him, menacingly hiting his fist into his palm.

"You freak! Why don't you fight back? Are you afraid you might get hurt? Let's find out if your fighting is really as girly as your face."

Yuki pressed himself to the wall wishing for all the world that he could just pass through the wall and escape. A group of other kids had circled around them and were chanting "Fight!" over and over and over again. Yuki hated to fight against people that were less talented than him, but he had no choice. It was either fight or die, there was no Shigure to stop the bully and Hatori wasn't around to help him if he had an attack. It was all up to him.

The older boy swung for Yuki and Yuki ducked with ease. He swung around to deliver a hit to the bully's jaw when his breath grew short. His breathing became raspy and it was all he could do to avoid the other boy's punches. Yuki was sure the boy was going to end his life right there when a punch came from the other boy headed for Yuki's stomach. In his current state there was no possible way that Yuki could avoid it. It was easily strong enough to break a rib and puncture a lung, that would definetly do Yuki in. It was like everything was in slow motion as Yuki stood there, waiting for the inevitable.

"Leave him alone!"

The bully's fist stopped, inches from Yuki's stomach.

"Why should I?"

Yuki looked up into the face of Ayame, his step brother as of a few years ago. Ayame was the most popular boy in his school, and even the kids at Yuki's school respected him. Yet why was Ayame helping him? He had never bothered before, why start now?

"Because he's my brother."

The statement shocked all of the other kids in the schoolyard and the bully even went to the lengths of pulling Yuki to his feet, brushing the dust off of him, and pushng him towards Ayame.

"Don't touch him again." Aya said and with a flick of his hair, he lead Yuki away from the crowd.

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"Nii-chan stop, I can't breathe."

Akito tightened his grip, cutting Yuki's voice off.

"You won't tell anyone else about me, not ever again!" Akito yelled, tightening his grip yet again.

"Please," a voice pleaded, "just let Hari erase his memories, then he won't know to tell anyone."

Yuki couldn't tell who's voice was pleading on his behalf. He was focusing to hard on struggling to breathe. The world seemed to be fading away, like it was a dream...

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Yuki woke to find himself staring up at a paneled white ceiling. Upon looking around he found that he was laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to the macines that were filling most of the room. Everything felt numb and Yuki knew better than to try to move. All these dreams, where were they coming from? As much as he hated it, Ayame was his brother and Akito his cousin. Yuki remembered never seeing Ayame when he was little, but he never remembered having Akito as a brother either. The medicine must have been making him delirious, there was no way Akito was his brother. It just wasn't possible.

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Hey, Kyo again

Just wanted to apologize for not updating sooner. I couldn't figure out where to go next. See ya next chapter and please, before you go, can you press the little purple button at the bottom of the screen? Thanks.