Amethyst Blizzard: Here again, for yet another revised chapter. Kinda getting sick of watching how much I write in these author notes cause that's kinda why it was removed a while back…

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon, however some character do happen to fall under mine and Evil Queen's ownership.

Forgetting You

Chapter 4 – Remembering? Maybe Not…

"Wow, school really is boring without her." I heard one of them say, I think the one with the glasses, as I ran blindly away from the group. What were those…creatures?! I remember faintly of a television show about monsters called 'Digimon', but that was on TV, not in real life. What was going on here? I slowed my pace, still running though, to see where I was. None of this was familiar to me, not even this school. Nothing was coming to me, like I thought it would, but everything seemed to be fading away steadily. I knew I wasn't fully recovered and knew it was probably too early for me to be back at school, but I had insisted on coming back. I wanted to put my amnesia behind me and get on with my life. I wanted to remember!

"Just where are you going, young lady?"

I stopped to a halt and stared into the eyes of the principal, Mr Fujiwata. He stared back at me with an accusing look. I tried my brain for an answer, but none came. "I'm, uh…"

"Out of bounds?"

I looked around me and found no one else in sight. I slapped myself mentally. No wonder I didn't remember any of this; it was out of bounds. "Yeah, yeah I am. And I'll just be going now."

I walked off in the opposite direction, to where a group of boys were sitting lazily on an overturned box. They stared at me as I walked passed and I could see one of them stand up after I had passed them.

"Where are you going, Nonaka? You're not as tough as you were before, are you?" I was tough before? I turned and looked at the boy, who was no younger than fifteen. "Can't stand up for yourself now, can you? Makes it all the more easier for us."

His group stood up as well, coming to stand next to him. I tried to remember the leader's name, but everything was still a haze to me. Hell, I didn't even recognise his face! "Who are you?"

The leader laughed smugly. "Let's just say an old friend, and leave it at that."

"Come on, Aki. Don't play with her, leave her alone." One of them said. He was standing the furthest away from his leader, probably already against some of the things he did, whatever they were.

"Shut up, Yama. I'm the leader, here, and I'll make the decisions!" Aki shot his 'friend' a warning look. Taking a step forward, he once again set his smirk in place and turned to me. "Now, where were we?"

"That's enough, Aki." I turned to the direction of the unfamiliar voice and recognised its holder immediately. It was the girl from the hospital, who was in the bed next to me. Nero? Nessie?

"What are you doing here, Neko? I told you I didn't want you getting involved." Neko! That was it, but why was she here?

"I know, Aki, but if you're gonna level her that way, then I have to do something. She has no memory, remember?" Neko stepped in front of me, squarely facing Aki, whom I was slowly coming to hate.

Aki placed his hands on his hips. "And you have no right being here, so leave."

"I will, with Rika." Neko turned around, motioning me to follow. I did without question and looked back nervously at the group of boys who seemed to love causing pain and fear. Why were they addressing me as if I were tough? Clearly I wasn't, otherwise I wouldn't be so easy to prey on. Still, that Kenta wrote in his card that I used to hit him. I made a mental note to ask him about it later, if those strange monsters were gone by then. This place really is weird. Maybe I actually woke up in a different reality and time, you know, an alternate universe. My thoughts were broken when Neko stopped in front of me.

"Don't let them get to you, they're all bark and no bite. They really have nothing on you; they just want to scare you. Don't think anything of it; they did it to me, before I proved them wrong."

I stared at her, unsure of what she meant. Proved them wrong? "What did you do?"

She gave a small laugh, annoyance constricting her face. "Nothing, don't worry about it." She closed off abruptly, turning to sit down on a large rock. "So, how does it feel to have no memory?"

I shrugged. "Like I have no memory. I can't really explain it; just that it annoys me to no end. I can't even remember what my favourite television show is, or what I like to do in my spare time." I sat down on the ground next to her rock, not really caring for my dark blue jeans.

Neko laughed. "I thought you'd at least be able to remember that. Your favourite show is Digimon. And guess what you love to do in your spare time? Kick everyone's ass at the card game. What do you like practice for hours a day to get that good?"

I frowned. "Digimon? Like those creatures out there with those other kids?"

Neko looked up, as if she just realised I had lost my memory. "Oh yeah, long story…"

"Made a new friend, Neko. Oh wait! You don't have any friends!" We both turned at the sound of a high-pitched feminine voice, and were welcomed by blonde, blonde and hey, more blonde.

"Go away, Ame." Neko seemed undisturbed by the comment and turned her head around, her purple-streaked black hair shining in the bright sunlight.

Ame snorted. "Why? This is my school, too. I can go wherever I want and stay wherever I want. Anyway, how's you new friend? Is she recovering from the shock of seeing her boyfriend flirting with her best friend? Oh sorry, haven't you remembered that yet, Rika?"

My head started to feel cold all of a sudden and my vision became an array of black, swirled lightly with splashes of purple, strangely like Neko's hair. Pain entered my head and for a second, I thought I was going to be sick. Images began to filter through into my vision, and one in particular caught my eye. That boy with chocolate brown hair and crystal blue eyes was standing somewhere with that girl Eri. They were standing close, too close and they were laughing. The vision suddenly dissipated into light and I found myself holding my head in pain. It finally dissolved, and I looked up to see Ame staring down on me, her blue contacts glinting in the sun.

She raised her eyebrows and looked over to her followers. "Well that was strange." They all nodded in agreement, slowly backing away from me. Ame however, turned back to me, a smirk on her overdone, made-up face. Her straight blonde hair swayed slightly as she placed her hand on her hips. "So you do remember, hmm. Ryo and Eri, and their intimate conversation."

"Shut up, Ame. It's not like you're not jealous, either." Neko seemed disgusted at this talk and impulsively pulled her hair into a ponytail with a band that had been tied around her wrist. "Everyone knows how you feel about Ryo."

Ame shot a glare at Neko and made a small gesture to her followers. "Let's go, girls. I'll deal with her later."

They left in a huff, leaving me and Neko to stare after them, amazed. How could someone have so little regard for another person? And just why was Ame picking on Neko anyway? I decided to find out, regardless if it was my business or not. "What was that all about? Why was she being so mean to you?"

Neko stared at me, a strange look on her face. She looked as if my seemingly innocent question made no sense to her and she didn't quite comprehend what I meant by it. "What are you talking about? She and I are worst enemies- oh, of course, you've forgotten this haven't you? Forgot myself for a second." She gave an exasperated sigh and rubbed her temples slightly. "Ok, let's start this at the beginning." She made herself comfortable on the rock before continuing. "That was what we call a first class bitch, or prep, if you like. Ame and me don't always get along- no wait, we never get along. I'm the type who likes to fight and hang out with the guys; you're like that too. That was why those guys back there were trying to pick a fight with you; because that's what you used to do to them."

She broke off and I felt myself just staring at her incredulously. I used to fight people? Moreover, I used to hurt people? "Why?" I couldn't help but ask that question.

Neko shifted. "Because that's the person you were." She gave another exasperated sigh. Obviously she didn't do this much. "Let's start with the Digimon, shall we. Digimon was, or so we thought, just a television program for kids to relate to. They made a card game out of it and you were naturally gifted at it; you kicked everyone's asses, except for one. Ryo Akiyama, the guy that you were with before. Years ago, he beat you at the game before he mysteriously disappeared. Now, enough about him. Digimon became a little something other than just a show; they became real and appeared in the real world. Chosen children were selected to be their Tamers, and you were one. Got it?"

She shot me a questioning glance and I responded by nodding, though my actions didn't exactly reflect my thoughts. In fact, my mind was racing faster than my heartbeat and I was positive that I would have a heart attack. I didn't understand one bit, but I decided to play along just in case it got better. It didn't. Neko began talking about something called a Digital World, probably something on the Internet, and controlling these creatures known as Digimon. She talked on about loading the data of these creatures and how I used to do that a lot, before I learnt the true meaning of partnership. My mind was slowly starting to register what she was saying; these monsters have a reality outside of the television show, and I was one of the chosen children who could control them.

"…and then you guys left for the Digital World…"

"What?!" I cut her off, my eyes intently interested now.

"Agh. Why are you so difficult now?" She closed her eyes and composed herself. More explaining here we come! "You and the other Tamers, whom I will reintroduce to you later, ventured off gallantly to go and fight something in the Digital World. No one besides you guys knew what happened there, but you came back after a while, and brought a souvenir back with you. Something called the D-Reaper, this red blob thing, followed you back to the real world and manifested itself around the world. You were finally able to contain it, though it took you a while. It also cost you your Digimon, though somehow Takato managed to get them back."

Neko relaxed a little on the rock and I thought of something suddenly. "You seem to know a lot about what happened. Usually someone would just pass something like this off as 'weird' and be done with it, but you seem very interested."

Neko looked up at me, surprised. She sighed once more, this time sounding defeated. "I've wanted to be a Tamer for a very long time, but I was never able to become one. I don't know why, maybe I don't have the 'it' factor, you know, unlike you. You have everything…" She trailed off and turned away from me, bitterness present in her speech. It seemed as if she envied me, but why? What do I have that she doesn't have?

Unfortunately, the bell signalling the end of lunch sounded and Neko stood up quickly and waved. "I've got English next, I'll see you."

I stared after her, half in a daze and half fully awake now that I knew I was envied. I made my way slowly in the other direction, through to the main halls to my locker. Damn history. I hope I didn't have any homework because I can't remember doing any of it. Oh well.

School was rather unsuccessful that day. I thought it would've held more answers for me, but to no avail. Thinking positively, I thought that I would remember my past eventually, if I tried. Although, whether I wanted to was a completely different matter. My past might be littered with pain and trauma and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know about that. My life seemed really good right now, even if I did have this really huge gap in my memories.

I made my way down one of the halls of this amazing house and I wondered if anyone was home. My mother might not be, as I was told she's a model and sometimes works late. My grandmother might just be home because apparently, she doesn't get out much. They are both really nice, but are strangers to me; we didn't connect at the hospital the other day, not like my dad and me did. I wish my dad lived with us still, so I could get lost forever in those deep, wise eyes.

I walked into the kitchen and was met with a pair of troubled amethyst eyes, those of which belonged to my mother. She looked up from her tea as I came in and our eyes locked for a moment. I could tell something was wrong; otherwise she would've greeted me by now. Instead, she just sat there, locked in a silent staring competition with me. I was becoming unnerved and finally decided to say something.

"What's wrong?"

Mom took a deep, shaky breath and put down her mug slowly. "Your father rang. He wants you to go and live with him."

I stared at her, dumbfounded. I didn't know why this was supposed to be bad news, as I was thrilled at the idea. I knew I was, but why were my mother and grandmother staring at me with troubling eyes?

A/N: Yep, again not much difference…I wonder how much longer we're gonna hafta minimize our author notes…Actually, we're not even supposed to have author notes…

Peace for now,

Amethyst