AN: I wrote this chapter hurriedly so it may not be so good. I wasn't
worrying about how I was delivering the story, more about just getting the
info out there. Hopefully you aren't too confused. It would be so much
easier if I could just play this chapter as a movie! That would be awesome.
But oh wellz. Plz review, this chapter mayn't be that good, but feedback is
always great. Go ahead and tell me if its awful and tell me how u want me
to change it and I may keep that in mind. LoL, note "may."
Kara and yoitzjgirl, thx for ur reviews.
Celina: Sorry, no bruised Nishikado egos. That would make the story long and I wanna end it fast. =P hehe, I'm lazy like that. But it'll take Nishikado only a lil more to realize his feelings. Thank you for reviewing. ^^
ToinKs: Another sorry, but no, stalker is not the guy she brought with her to the amusement park. Well, you can pretend it is, cuz I don't clarify on that part. ^^ Heh.
fresh: nothing on Nishikado and Yuki this chapter. This chappie is like. purely informational ish. ^^
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything, don't sue me plz
~*~*~ Ch. 8 It's Okay ~*~*~
"Hello? Mrs. Matsuoka?.... My name is Nishikado Soijirou, I am a friend of your daughter."
I pulled the phone away from my ear as a series of excited loud squeals burst forward. When all seemed to calm down, I continued.
"I am calling to ask a few questions about Yuki.. uh, of course, I'd love to.. Very well, I will see you soon. Thank you very much."
I hung up on the excited lady at the other end of the phone, Yuki's mother. From the way she sounded, she must have thought the heir to the great Nishikado Corporation was going to ask her daughter's hand in marriage or something.
I yawned and stretched out my legs. Standing up, I walked over to the sleeping Rui and hit him on the head. "Hey, Sleepy, let's go."
Rui glared at me coolly before picking himself up and drooping out the door. Rui and I had decided we needed to investigate the man Yuki was talking about. Apparently, she doesn't remember anything, but hopefully, her mother will remember a boy from three years ago.
So, a few minutes later, Rui and I found ourselves outside the tiny little condo like house. It was.. well, very small, for lack of a better word. Rui's eyes bore into the back of my head as though a silent reminder that I was the reason why he was not asleep at this very moment. With that happy thought, I knocked on the door.. which was immediately thrown open by an overly hyperactive girl around our age.
The girl dressed in a scandalous mini skirt beamed at us. "Hi, I'm Yuki's older sister, please come in." She breathed.
Shooting an apprehensive look at the moody Rui, I took a breath and stepped in, praying that I would survive this meeting that was arranged. But before I could even get the chance to take in my surroundings, much less get the image of Yuki wearing what her sister was wearing at the moment out of my head, cups of steamy tea were shoved into my face.
"Tea?" Mrs. Matsuoka asked sweetly, ushering us to sit on the sofa.
"Thank you," I smiled politely, taking a cup. Rui inclined his head in silent thanks and also lifted the burden out of Mrs. Matsuoka's hands. "This is another friend of Yuki's, Hanazawa Rui."
"Yes," Yuki's mother said, smiling, "of the Hanazawa Inc."
Yuki's sister seated herself beside her mother. "What is it that we can do for you today, Nishikado, Hanazawa?"
And here was when I realized all was not as easy as I thought it would be. Number one, I had to tell Yuki's family that she was being stalked. Number two, I have to deal with their reaction. Number three, Rui was slowly falling asleep and would be of no help to dealing with two hysterical females. Number four, they may not even know of the "man from three years ago." If such a man even exists.
Taking a breath, I decided to plunge in. I'm here anyway, no time to back out. "Mrs. Matsuoka, there is something I need to tell you. For the past two weeks, Yuki has been.. stalked by someone."
I paused long enough for the appropriate gasps of surprises and continued, "Rui and I believe that this may relate to someone in Yuki's life from the past. She did not give us many details except to say this man was in her life three years ago. For whatever reasons, she does not remember anything else. We would like to ask if you know of whom we are speaking about."
Mrs. Matsuoka frowned in concentration, "I can't imagine why anyone would want to stalk Yuki. She's a sweet girl, but she's never been the type to appeal to guys. Hmm.. three years ago, was it?"
Yuki's sisters eyes brightened, "You can't mean, her boyfriend, can you?"
I practically choked on my tea while Rui shifted his weight slightly. Yuki had a boyfriend? That has got to be the most surprising thing in the world.
Seeing the shocked look on our faces, the Mastuoka's began to explain the painful story of Yuki's first love.
"It was three years ago, Yuki was maybe.. thirteen or fourteen." Her sister began, "I remember her telling me that she had adopted an older brother. It was unusual because even back then, Yuki did not converse much with boys. She was interested, but always too shy to say anything. They were only friends at first. I don't think anyone knew about it. But it was always such a joy to see the two of them together. He so obviously adored her. And I thought it was wonderful that she found someone for herself. I don't remember much of what happened, but I do remember the day of the accident."
"Accident?" Inquired Rui, who's normally sleepy eyed look, was replaced by an attentive air.
Mrs. Matsuoka sighed, "Let's see, it started off a somewhat sunny day. Yuki and her friend decided to go to the amusement park. He had a younger sister whom he loved very much and so that day; he decided to bring her along with them. By mid afternoon, it was raining."
"On the way back, in the rain, that was when the accident happened." Yuki's sister picked up where her mother had trailed off. "I guess the car lost control or something and slid sideways into a telephone pole. It almost ripped the car in half. The police were there and everyone; the boy's family as well. When Mother and I arrived, they were crying and crying. We thought Yuki's new friend had died or something. Yuki was just beginning to wake up and the one thing I could remember was the boy, her boyfriend or whatever. He was being restrained by the police but you could see that he was struggling ever so hard to reach Yuki. And the look in his eyes.. they were not those of love, but of hate."
I looked down at the light brown reflection of myself in the teacup, trying to make sense of the story I had just heard. Finally, unable to force my brain to think, I said bluntly, "I don't understand. What happened?"
"The boy's sister had passed away in the car accident. He had loved her so much it.. it got to his head, I suppose. He went crazy, he wanted to kill anything and everything and most of all Yuki. And none of us could understand why."
All four of us shuddered involuntarily before Mrs. Matsuoka continued, "He was sent to a mental asylum and afterwards Yuki could remember nothing about him."
"You have referred to this.... boy as just that during this entire time. Is it possible that you do not even know his name?" Rui asked.
The two before us shook their heads sadly. "We did not speak of it for three years because every time Yuki tried to remember something, she would get a splitting headache. We have forgotten after all this time." Yuki's sister explained.
I closed my eyes. Imagine someone who tried to kill you. Someone whom you loved and trusted who suddenly turned around one day and looked at you with eyes full of hate. I was a playboy, and I loved no girl. But I guess that if one day one of the F4 suddenly hated me for whatever reason, I would not be able to live with it. I understood, then, why Yuki's brain refused to remember such a significant event in her life.
Standing up, I bowed politely, "Mrs. Matsuoka, thank you for your time. May I ask for permission to tell Yuki everything?"
She nodded slowly. "It is time for her to know."
~*~*~*~*~*~ Yuki's POV
I lounged on the sofa, completely and utterly bored. Hanazawa and Nishikado had disappeared off somewhere and I was left alone with Mimasaka who was intent on telling me stories about all his two hundred or so women listed in his little black book. Granted, they were very funny stories, but how different can two hundred older, married women be? The only differences were the different methods of escape Mimasaka had to use in order to remove himself from the married one's house when the husband returns unannounced.
".. And so I'm hanging off the balcony in my boxers. I can hear the husband asking her about the damned Armani suit I had to leave behind and she was saying how she bought it for him as a present. I'm hanging on for dear life, hoping no one glances up and sees this half naked guy and lo and behold, this old lady walks by, looks up, the poor soul, and practically had a heart attack." Mimasaka broke off and started laughing, trying to describe between breathes the comical look the old lady had.
Thankfully at that moment, the front door was opened by the maid and Hanazawa and Nishikado came in with identically grim faces.
"Nishikado," I said brightly, as though nothing had happened last night, completely ignoring the already half dead look on his face. "I regret to inform you that your girlfriend left shortly after you."
He nodded nonchalantly and plopped down next to me, glancing at Mimasaka who was on the floor. His eyebrows shot up and he turned to me. "Do I really want to kno..?" He asked.
Giggling, I explained, "Mimasaka was just telling me some Great Escape stories."
"Ah," Nishikado said, "The Great Escapes. He should write a book, I swear. What's he up to? One hundred some?"
"No, actually, he's on his two hundredth one, but he hasn't been able to finish it."
Clutching his sides, Mimasaka dragged himself off the floor. "Noo," he moaned, "I will finish. I swear."
Hanazawa's deep voice said, "Maybe some other time, Akira."
"Damn, you say just one thing, Rui, and it changes the mood completely," Akira sighed.
I glanced from Nishikado to Hanazawa and tried to figure out where they had gone this morning. They don't shop for groceries, and they didn't go to some F4 hang out, because I had Mimasaka here to try to entertain myself and Tsukushi took Doumyouji. Exasperated, I burst out, "What is it?"
Rubbing his face across his face, Nishikado, murmured, "Yuki, there's something we need to tell you. I think it is very possible that we have found your stalker, but we need your help to remember important information that we are missing. Unless, of course, we take the time to do an investigation."
"Uh huh." So.. what the heck is it you want me to do! I resisted the urge to roll my eyes while I watched Nishikado fidget uncertainly. "Just tell me."
"Fine, do you remember that phone call you received a few days ago?" He asked me.
As if I can forget.
"Yes." I answered sweetly.
If he doesn't tell me what's the matter, I will be forced to strangle him.
Unfortunately, I have a crush on him, so I suppose I should refrain from murdering my crush. I folded my hands neatly in my lap to ensure that I do not cause any physical harm to any of the three sitting before me.
Hanazawa, perhaps sensing my irritation, finally said something to fill in the silence. "We believe that that man is your stalker."
I couldn't resist this time and I rolled my eyes. "I think we have already established that, guys."
"Look, you know how you said you don't remember anything about him?" Nishikado paused, "Well, he's your boyfriend from three years ago. He tried to kill you after an accident in which his little sister died."
I blinked. Waait.. what? After such a long time of receiving no information, that stream Nishikado burst out went in one ear and out the other.
I paused to process what he had just said as two anxious members of the F4 peered uncertainly into my face. The third wore a look of confusion much like my own at the moment.
One - I had a boyfriend three years ago.
Two - He tried to kill me because his sister died in an accident.
Three - He is stalking me now.
.. Nope, no recollection.
I shook my head slowly. "I don't know what your talking about.." I began uncertainly. And that was when it hit me. The splitting headache. I gasped, clutching my head at the pain that so suddenly pierced through every thought I had.
I didn't even notice that Nishikado was kneeling before me, saying something. I didn't notice the hands that were holding my head and trying to comfort me.
Boyfriend. Accident. Sister. Killed.
I saw the boy from my dream, I didn't think about the goddamned dream. I had forgotten all about it in the morning.
"..tried to kill you after an accident in which his little sister was killed."
I saw a lifeless body thrown on the floor. The car was torn. There was blood all over. She was so pale with her hair hanging in her face. Her little yellow sundress stained solid red.
I opened my eyes wide and screamed but no sound came forth. Instead a trickle of laughter sounded in my ears.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Flashback kinda
"Haha!" I laughed along with the little girl in the backseat. "You're so cute, Ai."
Ai grinned at me as she kicked her legs a little. "Thanks, oneechan." [AN: Oneechan means older sister.]
I turned to the person sitting beside me and punched his arm gently. "You have the cutest little sister. Care to share?"
He turned and grinned at me. The same identical grin as little Ai sitting in the backseat. "I would love to." He said in a smooth voice.
I blushed. He was so nice to me all the time, even though he was two years older. I never felt like I younger around him. He made me feel mature .. and loved.
He noticed my red face and laughed softly. "Blushing, Yuki?"
I sighed, "Did you know that.. I always feel so comfortable around you?"
He smiled as he watched the road and nodded. We sat in silence for a while, listening to the rain hit against the windows of the car.
I mouthed something and he turned to me. "What is it Yuki?"
"I like you." I said, blushing even more.
He leaned over in his seat and whispered, "I like you too." Before I felt soft lips against mine. My first kiss.
Little hands patted both of us as Ai unbuckled her seat belt and wrapped her arms around us saying, "I like both of you."
I was in seventh heaven. I forgot about the car. I forgot we were moving. It was like a movie, the three of us, completely oblivious to the world. Completely oblivious to the car that was driving down the lane. Oblivious to the fact that our car had veered off of our side of the street when he gave me my kiss.
I looked up and saw the car heading for us. The headlights beaming brightly, horns honking. I screamed. She screamed. [AN: I'm thinking about ice cream now and our Chem lab labeled I scream, you scream for ice cream. *ahem* anyway. trying to stay focused on saaaaad sceeene.]
He jerked the wheel. The car skidded on the wet road. And everything went black.
When I awoke, a police officer was gently patting my cheeks.
"Are you okay, little lady?" He asked softly. In the background I heard another officer examining the scene.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid your sister has passed away."
I struggled to see but when I saw him, he had gone crazy. His eyes glazed over and he stared back at me with so much hate in his eyes..
~*~*~*~*~*~ End flashback
Something cold touched my forehead and I dragged myself out of my slumber, panting like crazy.
I sat up, letting the cool cloth on my head fall.
Hanazawa stood up, his hands flying to support me. "Are you alright?"
Sure, I was fine. No problem. It was nothing really.
It was only a boy whom I liked so much. It was only Ai whose innocent life ended too soon. It was only a hollow feeling of loss.
A hand shook my gently, and I looked up into Nishikado's eyes. "He attacked me." I said in a small voice.
Nishikado heaved a sigh. "I know, I'm sorry it happened to you. I'm sorry we had to make you remember it."
I shook my head. "No, it isn't your fault. It's good that I remembered. At least now I know who.. who it is."
I felt the tears prickle in my eyes and blinked furiously, trying in vain to hold them back. Three years of repressing this memory, gone to waste. And what good did it do to me? In the end, the pain was much worse than three years of ignorance.
The tears slid down my face and this time I did not bother to hide them.
"It's okay to cry now, isn't it? I - I hate him for doing this to me. But he has a right, doesn't he? I'm not - " I tried to say, but I ended up choking with tears.
Nishikado pulled my head against his chest. "It's okay now, Yuki. Go ahead and cry. Let it all out and you'll feel better."
I just don't understand why I couldn't remember all this before.
I don't understand why it took me three years to remember.
I don't understand
.. why it hurts so much.
::End of Chapter 8::
Kara and yoitzjgirl, thx for ur reviews.
Celina: Sorry, no bruised Nishikado egos. That would make the story long and I wanna end it fast. =P hehe, I'm lazy like that. But it'll take Nishikado only a lil more to realize his feelings. Thank you for reviewing. ^^
ToinKs: Another sorry, but no, stalker is not the guy she brought with her to the amusement park. Well, you can pretend it is, cuz I don't clarify on that part. ^^ Heh.
fresh: nothing on Nishikado and Yuki this chapter. This chappie is like. purely informational ish. ^^
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything, don't sue me plz
~*~*~ Ch. 8 It's Okay ~*~*~
"Hello? Mrs. Matsuoka?.... My name is Nishikado Soijirou, I am a friend of your daughter."
I pulled the phone away from my ear as a series of excited loud squeals burst forward. When all seemed to calm down, I continued.
"I am calling to ask a few questions about Yuki.. uh, of course, I'd love to.. Very well, I will see you soon. Thank you very much."
I hung up on the excited lady at the other end of the phone, Yuki's mother. From the way she sounded, she must have thought the heir to the great Nishikado Corporation was going to ask her daughter's hand in marriage or something.
I yawned and stretched out my legs. Standing up, I walked over to the sleeping Rui and hit him on the head. "Hey, Sleepy, let's go."
Rui glared at me coolly before picking himself up and drooping out the door. Rui and I had decided we needed to investigate the man Yuki was talking about. Apparently, she doesn't remember anything, but hopefully, her mother will remember a boy from three years ago.
So, a few minutes later, Rui and I found ourselves outside the tiny little condo like house. It was.. well, very small, for lack of a better word. Rui's eyes bore into the back of my head as though a silent reminder that I was the reason why he was not asleep at this very moment. With that happy thought, I knocked on the door.. which was immediately thrown open by an overly hyperactive girl around our age.
The girl dressed in a scandalous mini skirt beamed at us. "Hi, I'm Yuki's older sister, please come in." She breathed.
Shooting an apprehensive look at the moody Rui, I took a breath and stepped in, praying that I would survive this meeting that was arranged. But before I could even get the chance to take in my surroundings, much less get the image of Yuki wearing what her sister was wearing at the moment out of my head, cups of steamy tea were shoved into my face.
"Tea?" Mrs. Matsuoka asked sweetly, ushering us to sit on the sofa.
"Thank you," I smiled politely, taking a cup. Rui inclined his head in silent thanks and also lifted the burden out of Mrs. Matsuoka's hands. "This is another friend of Yuki's, Hanazawa Rui."
"Yes," Yuki's mother said, smiling, "of the Hanazawa Inc."
Yuki's sister seated herself beside her mother. "What is it that we can do for you today, Nishikado, Hanazawa?"
And here was when I realized all was not as easy as I thought it would be. Number one, I had to tell Yuki's family that she was being stalked. Number two, I have to deal with their reaction. Number three, Rui was slowly falling asleep and would be of no help to dealing with two hysterical females. Number four, they may not even know of the "man from three years ago." If such a man even exists.
Taking a breath, I decided to plunge in. I'm here anyway, no time to back out. "Mrs. Matsuoka, there is something I need to tell you. For the past two weeks, Yuki has been.. stalked by someone."
I paused long enough for the appropriate gasps of surprises and continued, "Rui and I believe that this may relate to someone in Yuki's life from the past. She did not give us many details except to say this man was in her life three years ago. For whatever reasons, she does not remember anything else. We would like to ask if you know of whom we are speaking about."
Mrs. Matsuoka frowned in concentration, "I can't imagine why anyone would want to stalk Yuki. She's a sweet girl, but she's never been the type to appeal to guys. Hmm.. three years ago, was it?"
Yuki's sisters eyes brightened, "You can't mean, her boyfriend, can you?"
I practically choked on my tea while Rui shifted his weight slightly. Yuki had a boyfriend? That has got to be the most surprising thing in the world.
Seeing the shocked look on our faces, the Mastuoka's began to explain the painful story of Yuki's first love.
"It was three years ago, Yuki was maybe.. thirteen or fourteen." Her sister began, "I remember her telling me that she had adopted an older brother. It was unusual because even back then, Yuki did not converse much with boys. She was interested, but always too shy to say anything. They were only friends at first. I don't think anyone knew about it. But it was always such a joy to see the two of them together. He so obviously adored her. And I thought it was wonderful that she found someone for herself. I don't remember much of what happened, but I do remember the day of the accident."
"Accident?" Inquired Rui, who's normally sleepy eyed look, was replaced by an attentive air.
Mrs. Matsuoka sighed, "Let's see, it started off a somewhat sunny day. Yuki and her friend decided to go to the amusement park. He had a younger sister whom he loved very much and so that day; he decided to bring her along with them. By mid afternoon, it was raining."
"On the way back, in the rain, that was when the accident happened." Yuki's sister picked up where her mother had trailed off. "I guess the car lost control or something and slid sideways into a telephone pole. It almost ripped the car in half. The police were there and everyone; the boy's family as well. When Mother and I arrived, they were crying and crying. We thought Yuki's new friend had died or something. Yuki was just beginning to wake up and the one thing I could remember was the boy, her boyfriend or whatever. He was being restrained by the police but you could see that he was struggling ever so hard to reach Yuki. And the look in his eyes.. they were not those of love, but of hate."
I looked down at the light brown reflection of myself in the teacup, trying to make sense of the story I had just heard. Finally, unable to force my brain to think, I said bluntly, "I don't understand. What happened?"
"The boy's sister had passed away in the car accident. He had loved her so much it.. it got to his head, I suppose. He went crazy, he wanted to kill anything and everything and most of all Yuki. And none of us could understand why."
All four of us shuddered involuntarily before Mrs. Matsuoka continued, "He was sent to a mental asylum and afterwards Yuki could remember nothing about him."
"You have referred to this.... boy as just that during this entire time. Is it possible that you do not even know his name?" Rui asked.
The two before us shook their heads sadly. "We did not speak of it for three years because every time Yuki tried to remember something, she would get a splitting headache. We have forgotten after all this time." Yuki's sister explained.
I closed my eyes. Imagine someone who tried to kill you. Someone whom you loved and trusted who suddenly turned around one day and looked at you with eyes full of hate. I was a playboy, and I loved no girl. But I guess that if one day one of the F4 suddenly hated me for whatever reason, I would not be able to live with it. I understood, then, why Yuki's brain refused to remember such a significant event in her life.
Standing up, I bowed politely, "Mrs. Matsuoka, thank you for your time. May I ask for permission to tell Yuki everything?"
She nodded slowly. "It is time for her to know."
~*~*~*~*~*~ Yuki's POV
I lounged on the sofa, completely and utterly bored. Hanazawa and Nishikado had disappeared off somewhere and I was left alone with Mimasaka who was intent on telling me stories about all his two hundred or so women listed in his little black book. Granted, they were very funny stories, but how different can two hundred older, married women be? The only differences were the different methods of escape Mimasaka had to use in order to remove himself from the married one's house when the husband returns unannounced.
".. And so I'm hanging off the balcony in my boxers. I can hear the husband asking her about the damned Armani suit I had to leave behind and she was saying how she bought it for him as a present. I'm hanging on for dear life, hoping no one glances up and sees this half naked guy and lo and behold, this old lady walks by, looks up, the poor soul, and practically had a heart attack." Mimasaka broke off and started laughing, trying to describe between breathes the comical look the old lady had.
Thankfully at that moment, the front door was opened by the maid and Hanazawa and Nishikado came in with identically grim faces.
"Nishikado," I said brightly, as though nothing had happened last night, completely ignoring the already half dead look on his face. "I regret to inform you that your girlfriend left shortly after you."
He nodded nonchalantly and plopped down next to me, glancing at Mimasaka who was on the floor. His eyebrows shot up and he turned to me. "Do I really want to kno..?" He asked.
Giggling, I explained, "Mimasaka was just telling me some Great Escape stories."
"Ah," Nishikado said, "The Great Escapes. He should write a book, I swear. What's he up to? One hundred some?"
"No, actually, he's on his two hundredth one, but he hasn't been able to finish it."
Clutching his sides, Mimasaka dragged himself off the floor. "Noo," he moaned, "I will finish. I swear."
Hanazawa's deep voice said, "Maybe some other time, Akira."
"Damn, you say just one thing, Rui, and it changes the mood completely," Akira sighed.
I glanced from Nishikado to Hanazawa and tried to figure out where they had gone this morning. They don't shop for groceries, and they didn't go to some F4 hang out, because I had Mimasaka here to try to entertain myself and Tsukushi took Doumyouji. Exasperated, I burst out, "What is it?"
Rubbing his face across his face, Nishikado, murmured, "Yuki, there's something we need to tell you. I think it is very possible that we have found your stalker, but we need your help to remember important information that we are missing. Unless, of course, we take the time to do an investigation."
"Uh huh." So.. what the heck is it you want me to do! I resisted the urge to roll my eyes while I watched Nishikado fidget uncertainly. "Just tell me."
"Fine, do you remember that phone call you received a few days ago?" He asked me.
As if I can forget.
"Yes." I answered sweetly.
If he doesn't tell me what's the matter, I will be forced to strangle him.
Unfortunately, I have a crush on him, so I suppose I should refrain from murdering my crush. I folded my hands neatly in my lap to ensure that I do not cause any physical harm to any of the three sitting before me.
Hanazawa, perhaps sensing my irritation, finally said something to fill in the silence. "We believe that that man is your stalker."
I couldn't resist this time and I rolled my eyes. "I think we have already established that, guys."
"Look, you know how you said you don't remember anything about him?" Nishikado paused, "Well, he's your boyfriend from three years ago. He tried to kill you after an accident in which his little sister died."
I blinked. Waait.. what? After such a long time of receiving no information, that stream Nishikado burst out went in one ear and out the other.
I paused to process what he had just said as two anxious members of the F4 peered uncertainly into my face. The third wore a look of confusion much like my own at the moment.
One - I had a boyfriend three years ago.
Two - He tried to kill me because his sister died in an accident.
Three - He is stalking me now.
.. Nope, no recollection.
I shook my head slowly. "I don't know what your talking about.." I began uncertainly. And that was when it hit me. The splitting headache. I gasped, clutching my head at the pain that so suddenly pierced through every thought I had.
I didn't even notice that Nishikado was kneeling before me, saying something. I didn't notice the hands that were holding my head and trying to comfort me.
Boyfriend. Accident. Sister. Killed.
I saw the boy from my dream, I didn't think about the goddamned dream. I had forgotten all about it in the morning.
"..tried to kill you after an accident in which his little sister was killed."
I saw a lifeless body thrown on the floor. The car was torn. There was blood all over. She was so pale with her hair hanging in her face. Her little yellow sundress stained solid red.
I opened my eyes wide and screamed but no sound came forth. Instead a trickle of laughter sounded in my ears.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Flashback kinda
"Haha!" I laughed along with the little girl in the backseat. "You're so cute, Ai."
Ai grinned at me as she kicked her legs a little. "Thanks, oneechan." [AN: Oneechan means older sister.]
I turned to the person sitting beside me and punched his arm gently. "You have the cutest little sister. Care to share?"
He turned and grinned at me. The same identical grin as little Ai sitting in the backseat. "I would love to." He said in a smooth voice.
I blushed. He was so nice to me all the time, even though he was two years older. I never felt like I younger around him. He made me feel mature .. and loved.
He noticed my red face and laughed softly. "Blushing, Yuki?"
I sighed, "Did you know that.. I always feel so comfortable around you?"
He smiled as he watched the road and nodded. We sat in silence for a while, listening to the rain hit against the windows of the car.
I mouthed something and he turned to me. "What is it Yuki?"
"I like you." I said, blushing even more.
He leaned over in his seat and whispered, "I like you too." Before I felt soft lips against mine. My first kiss.
Little hands patted both of us as Ai unbuckled her seat belt and wrapped her arms around us saying, "I like both of you."
I was in seventh heaven. I forgot about the car. I forgot we were moving. It was like a movie, the three of us, completely oblivious to the world. Completely oblivious to the car that was driving down the lane. Oblivious to the fact that our car had veered off of our side of the street when he gave me my kiss.
I looked up and saw the car heading for us. The headlights beaming brightly, horns honking. I screamed. She screamed. [AN: I'm thinking about ice cream now and our Chem lab labeled I scream, you scream for ice cream. *ahem* anyway. trying to stay focused on saaaaad sceeene.]
He jerked the wheel. The car skidded on the wet road. And everything went black.
When I awoke, a police officer was gently patting my cheeks.
"Are you okay, little lady?" He asked softly. In the background I heard another officer examining the scene.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid your sister has passed away."
I struggled to see but when I saw him, he had gone crazy. His eyes glazed over and he stared back at me with so much hate in his eyes..
~*~*~*~*~*~ End flashback
Something cold touched my forehead and I dragged myself out of my slumber, panting like crazy.
I sat up, letting the cool cloth on my head fall.
Hanazawa stood up, his hands flying to support me. "Are you alright?"
Sure, I was fine. No problem. It was nothing really.
It was only a boy whom I liked so much. It was only Ai whose innocent life ended too soon. It was only a hollow feeling of loss.
A hand shook my gently, and I looked up into Nishikado's eyes. "He attacked me." I said in a small voice.
Nishikado heaved a sigh. "I know, I'm sorry it happened to you. I'm sorry we had to make you remember it."
I shook my head. "No, it isn't your fault. It's good that I remembered. At least now I know who.. who it is."
I felt the tears prickle in my eyes and blinked furiously, trying in vain to hold them back. Three years of repressing this memory, gone to waste. And what good did it do to me? In the end, the pain was much worse than three years of ignorance.
The tears slid down my face and this time I did not bother to hide them.
"It's okay to cry now, isn't it? I - I hate him for doing this to me. But he has a right, doesn't he? I'm not - " I tried to say, but I ended up choking with tears.
Nishikado pulled my head against his chest. "It's okay now, Yuki. Go ahead and cry. Let it all out and you'll feel better."
I just don't understand why I couldn't remember all this before.
I don't understand why it took me three years to remember.
I don't understand
.. why it hurts so much.
::End of Chapter 8::