Disclaimer: I don't own YnM. But I do own this plot line.

Authoress Note: Yeah, I know that I updated real quick this time, but I have it all planned out and I'm having so much fun writing this... Don't expect all my updates to be this quick... Cause they won't be. I'm normally really slow. ;;

Standing in the living world, they looked up at the large white building before them. The perimeter was surrounded by a tall stone wall, the front gates mechanically opened and monitored. Wouldn't want anyone in there to get out. Tsuzuki looked around.

"I think this is the place..." He pressed the button and spoke into the intercom to a female voice. It asked them who they were and who they wanted to see. He gave their real names and the gates opened. A young woman with chin length brown hair and soft brown eyes, clad in a soft blue medic staff dress. Tzusuki smiled at her.

"Hello..." She smiled back and bowed to them. "You are here to see Kazutaka?" she asked softly, her eyes curious.

Tsuzuki nodded. "Yes..."

She handed him a sheet. "Just sign your names here and give your relation and reason for a visit and I'll walk you to his room."

Taking the clipboard, Tsuzuki began filling out the form. "I've never been here before... how are the accomidations?"

"It depends... with Mister Muraki, he's able to just about take care of himself now. So he has one of the small apartment sized rooms. So they have a form of independent living while their here. That way when they leave, they're ready to fend for themselves."

"Sounds great..." He handed the board to Hisoka, who filled it out as well. "So where is he?"

"I don't know, hold on..." She picked up a walkytalky. "Hello? Um, do you know where Kazutaka is?" There was a pause. "Ok... I expected he'd be working on his room... but that's a nice place too..."

Tsuzuki blinked. "So where is he?"

"He's in one of the gardens, painting..." She took the clipboard from Hisoka and motioned them. "This way..." As they walked, she read the form. "So you're friends of his? That's sad... no family has come to see him yet... and it's normally the family that comes to check on their child or sibling first. I'm glad he has someone... he's so lonely..."

"What do you mean?" Hisoka asked sort of sarcastically. That earned him a nudge in the rubs by Tsuzuki's elbow.

"He's a very strange case... he's lost all of his memories and his mind deteriorated because of it. But now he's starting to come back. He's very intellegent. He has the maturity of someone around the age of 20, but his interests are around the age of 15. He's fascinated by any little thing. He adores anything complicated. He'll answer the word puzzles in the newpaper with no problem. But he can't explain how he knows the answers. He'll fade out of reality and paint wonderful things abut can't explain his artistic process... It's like his subconscious takes control. Like it's shielding him from something..." She smiled. "There he is..."

And sitting on a bench in the center of a groves, an easel infront of him, paint palette in his hand, was Muraki. There was no mistake. His hair was shimmering platnium blonde hair with a touch of silver. He was clad in a white medical gown and pants. In his lap sat a doll only half finished. On the easel was a painting of the scenary. He could capture the flutter of the birds with a flick of his pale wrist. Walking up behind him, the woman remained silent, watching him work. His eyes never left the canvas. Like he didn't notice that she was there. She smiled and waved the two of them over. Tsuzuki advanced and sat beside him on the bench. Hisoka huffed and stood beside his partner, making sure the man was between him and the psychopath.

Muraki stopped and sat his paint brush down, staring at the painting. It wasn't completely finished, but it was coming along. His attention never tore from his work. Even though the man that he'd obsessed over for so long was sitting right beside him. It gave Tsuzuki a sense of reassurance. He wouldn't get molested. That was a relief. The nurse put a hand on his shoulder.

"Kazutaka?" Muraki jumped and looked up at her with wide eyes; as if he hadn't known the she was there. She smiled at him and he relaxed a little bit. "There's some people here to see you..." She said gently, pointing in the pair's direction. Muraki turned and looked at the two of them. His left eye was patched up. There were small leftover burns on his face and neck. As he stared at the two with his steely eyes, there was no recognition. He didn't know who they were. He never spoke as he turned to look back up at the nurse. "They're friends of yours..." she added. He nodded gently, then picked up the doll and cradled it in his arms. His fingers ran over the empty cloth where the eyes were supposed to be.

"Oh... yes... have you named him yet?" She asked him, running a hand through the silver hair. His attention switched again, back to her.

"Yes..." His voice was softer, hesitant. His glance flashed back to the two beside him, then up to her. "I finally remembered the name..."

"And what's that Kazutaka?" There was a momentary pause as the man seemed to scan his mind to grasp the name again.

"Tsuzuki..." He spoke softly, smiling down at the doll.

Another Authoress Note: GASP! CLIFFIE! I love cliffies. And well, it seemed like a convenient place to stop... So he remembers Tsuzuki's name, but doesn't register Tsuzuki himself. What's next? And to answer the question. He was younger than 17 when Saki screwed his life over. But his memory still hasn't returned. his mental capasity is just that of a teenager. His memories'll come back slowly but surely. And it'll send this fic into an angstfest.