Suicide Bomber: I'm finally back. I was not able to upload my chapters till, well, now. A computer issue that I'm sure everyone has encountered before. As usual, RR please!

Disclaimer: Arina is the talented one.

note: as for the record, chapters 1 and 2 will be ready in the next 4 to 5 days. I promise Yun Hua -where ever you're HIDING... - that her birthday fiction will soon be out maybe in December the twenty-something... -.-" Neways, lets us all say a BIG happy birthday to the once Pinkish Hikari! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY YOU BIG BABOON, YOU!! Belated coz her bdae was in September... I noe im way of base sumtimes

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Forgotten Memories

Chapter 3: Far, far away

Suicide Bomber

!#$ something every girl would want. Safety; something every woman would want to have. What about me? Why do I feel a loss of protection and safety? Am I too difficult to handle, too difficult to be protected? Who will fill my empty heart, free me from prison, this prison of hurt and woe? I trapped here in a forbidden castle, locked up in the deepest cell. Who will save me? Where is my prince charming? I always waiting... Waiting to learn all over again, if anyone is willing to teach...

"Mitsuki..."

Get off, get off, get off... GET OFF!!! She screamed in her mind, covering her ears with her pitiful hands. If there was a time when you felt like hiding in that one particular corner and hear no voices, that was what she was feeling right now.

Have you ever felt like you had been haunted by some evil villain, who never seemed to give up even there was no chances of wining? She did. How about feeling so shiver-ish and scared till you could not feel your toes anymore? She did too. Those were what Mitsuki Horuda mental note to self that this is MY fic and I have yet to clarify things. was going through; a mental breakdown aka going fanatical aka asylum here I come.

"Mitsuki..."

She shut her eyes tightly, fingers digging into the skin behind her ears. She shook her head furiously, kicking wildly, aiming something that was not even there.

"I said go away!!" She screeched as tears of fear secretly ran down her cheeks.

Then, what it seemed to be eternity, the feeling went away.

Mitsuki opened her eyes, fearing the shadow would overwhelm her with its darkness. She hated to be left in the dark alone. All alone and afraid to fend her self, fend her self to be lured by venomous desires. "Go away..." she whispered. She did not stop crying. She brought her hands to the sight of her eyes, staring at her own blood that lingered on her fingertips.

"What are you doing!?"

Mitsuki's head shot up, eyes widened with pure shock. Her arms were aching and pained by the firm grip of her foster father's. She did not hear him entering her room; sometimes she wondered if her foster father knew martial arts, qing gong to pacify.

"I...I...my ears was itchy, Father," Mitsuki spoke softly, stumbling on her words as she frowned.

He did not speak, but only release her arm and walked out of room before returning with a first-aid kit. Mitsuki kept quiet while her foster father applied cream onto the wound behind her ears. She bit her lips, trying her hardest not to show her sympatric state.

"Talk when you feel like it. Show when you don't need it."

"Hmm..." Mitsuki mumbled, embracing her foster father. The extra slashes could wait, but for now, she just felt like having a shoulder to lean on.

The lights were bright but their future could not tell the same. Fate could just make a wrong turn and land you in the wrong direction. This was called destiny.

Heavy footsteps ran across the hall, passing several wards before reaching their destination. Whispers and mumbles filled the hospital as the paramedics past the counter. Life and death could only be skin deep apart. Would the unfortunate survive this operation?

"This depends on how much you're willing to help. Money will do the talking."

"What! You're a doctor! Wha… You're supposed to save lives not save expenses!"

The doctor shrugged, "Cash is King, pay up or bye-bye!"

The man gritted his teeth in fury. Three lives were now in this beast's hands and he was just going to throw them away.

"Takesho, you should know what to do," The doctor pat his shoulder, then walked towards the operation room.

"Damn!" Takesho punched the solid wall, frustrated and confused. It was a choice between saving and sacrificing; a harsh decision would make him a sinner. The doctor knew very well of his financial background. He sat outside the operation room, thinking and asking for an answer, the right one. He was battling against himself in the inside, and on the outside, he had to fight against the fact of being a bankrupt. With the money I've left, it's only enough to save one person. Why? Why?! WHY!! Takesho ruffled his hair roughly, his face the colour of a tomato.

Hours later, the doctor appeared in front of the helpless man.

"What is your decision?"

"Save the kid."

"Always playing Mr. Nice Guy huh?"

The figure of a helpless man faded into the picture of rain and despair, as he left no sign of his shadow in the hospital. He walked away.

Suicide Bomber: Changed the story plot! Mitsuki lost her memory yes, but she committed suicide because of depression, BUT she had amnesia before the suicide. Okay? Yah, I hope that will clarify things in the coming future...

Mitsuki's foster father ain't that bad so I did this chapter to show his concern for Mitsuki though he abuse her and vent his anger on her. I promise no more 'love and caring' father if you think this might affect the story line.

Why is Mitsuki seeing illusions? What was it that haunted her?

Who is Takesho? What connection has he with the story?

Please wait for my next update!

And a Merry Christmas to all of you who are reading this!!!!

RR!!!