Hello everyone! I'm back. I'd like to thank anyone who not only reviewed,
but also took the time to read my story! I know it's much harder because
this is a sequel, but it had to be this way.
And the saga continues.
***
And saw.Usagi.
Or at least that's what he thought for a second, but quickly the light better illuminated the girl on the ground, and he realized that there was no way it could be Usagi. The girl didn't look a thing like his old friend. She had brown hair, almost a red color, and while there was some resemblance to Usagi in the face if you really looked, which make him think it was her right off, the face was completely different. For one thing, this girl wasn't nearly as pretty as Usagi was, even thought she wasn't terrible to look at. (AN: In case any of you don't realize this, Usagi took on the appearance of Kat, her past self when she changed her appearance. And I would highly recommend that anyone who has forgotten about her past life to go back and re-read it all. It will become very important in this story.)
All of these thoughts passed through his head in first few seconds when he was kneeling by the girl, and he quickly pushed those thoughts out of his head to better examine her. Her hair was even redder because of the blood from her head, and Motoki tore a piece of his shirt off and tied it around her head to staunch to blood. She seemed a little bruised and battered, but otherwise not seriously injured. But he still didn't want to move her because there might be hidden injuries that he would disturb, and possibly cause her serious harm.
He looked around for cars, but wasn't surprised when he didn't see any in sight. There was never anyone in these back roads at night, and what he had been so happy about just minutes before, now made him want to scream. He didn't have a cell phone, and the nearest pay-phone was miles away. He didn't want to leave her for that long, and he knew she had to be taken to a doctor soon just in case she was bleeding internally.
After thinking it over for a few long minutes, Motoki decided that it was more important that she be taken to a doctor as soon as possible, than the importance of leaving her where she was. Carefully he gathered the unconscious girl in his arms, and walked back over to his car. He opened the back door, and gently lied her in the back seat, careful not to jerk her. He then took off his denim jacket, and placed it over her still form.
When he was sure she would be fine, he left her and went to the drivers seat. And drove as fast as he could to the hospital.
***'
The sound of sirens and the beeping of all of the machinery filled the air, as Motoki sat in the waiting room nervously awaiting anyone to tell him what was going on. He had arrived nearly half and hour ago, and the girl had been wisked away on a stretcher so she could be looked over, and her head could be looked at.
And while he had waited all sorts of terrible fears ran through his head. What if she had a broken back, and would be paralyzed for life? And what if that head wound had caused brain damage and she would forever be a vegetable? So many fears for her life left him in a cold sweat, and now he wanted nothing more than to know. To know for sure what was wrong with her, so he could just move on with his life.
And he wondered who she was.and how she could have gotten in such a rural area, and why was she in the middle of the road? So many questions buzzed through his head, but Motoki forced himself to sit there quietly, staring at the wall opposite to him instead of running to the emergency room and demanding to know if he had killed the girl, and if he didn't why she wasn't yet awake.
***
Someone tapping on his shoulder jerked him awake, and Motoki turned bleary eyes to look at a lady dressed in a doctors uniform. She looked nice, but there was a wrinkle of worry between her eyebrows that brought Motoki to full awareness.
"How long have I been out? How is she? What's going on?" The questions burst out of his mouth in quick succession before he could stop them.
The nurse smiled a small smile. "She's going to be fine. It seems that you stopped just as you hit her, and mearly threw her off balance. There are some scrapes that will heal up in no time, but what we are really worried about is her head. You see, when she fell she banged her head against the pavement, which caused a large gash right above her forehead, which we have already stitched up. But that isn't the problem. You see, with such head trauma as this, isn't uncommon for the person to suffer side affects, such as dizziness, memory loss, or even brain damage. We aren't sure as of yet how she's going to be, as the patient hasn't woken up yet."
Motoki didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to jump up, and shout for joy because she was going to be alright, but another part of him still wondered.
***
Long eyelashes flickered slightly, and slowly the eyelids opened to reveal bright green eyes.
Slowly, bit by bit the girl came into full wakefulness, and looked around her. She was lying in a white bed, and there was something itchy on her head. She wanted to take whatever it was off, but it was too much effort to move. She thought about talking, but couldn't think of anything to say so opted to keep quiet.
She didn't know how long she just lied there, but it didn't seem like it was very long before she heard a door opening, and two strange people came in. One was a girl dressed in a most ridiculous white uniform, and the other was a guy missing a large piece of his shirt, and was looking at her like she was a bug or something. In fact, the lady was looking at her funny too, and she wanted to know who these people, and where she was. They were talking quietly to each other, and she couldn't hear what they were saying. It began to get very frustrating, and finally she cleared her throat and said. "Hi" in a quivering voice.
Both of the strange people whipped around to look at her, as if they didn't know she was there or something. The man came over to her side and said softly. "Hi, I'm Motoki."
The girl smiled at him. He seemed really nice, and she was beginning to like him already. She stared unblinking eyes at him, and waited for him to say something else, but he seemed to be waiting for her to say something first. She had no idea what he wanted of her so she just lied there, beginning to get confused.
Finally the strange boy.Motoki spoke again. "And your name is?."
She didn't know what to say to that. Her name.she knew she HAD a name. In fact, she was so sure that last thing she knew she was well aware of her name. She reached for it, and it alluded her. She thought for a few more minutes, and finally said. "I.I don't remember."
How odd, she had never forgotten her name before, at least.she didn't think she had. But she couldn't remember, she might have. She might have done some many things, but she just couldn't remember. She gazed imploring at the man, almost as if he could tell her what her name is, after all, he did know her somehow. Didn't he? But then again he had asked her what her name was, so the possibility of that was slim.
"Where am I? What happened?" She asked in order to think about something besides this strange turn of events.
Motoki turned a most interesting shade of red, and she didn't know if she had ever seen such a cool color. For a minute he looked like he wasn't going to say anything, when finally he said. "Well.you see I was out driving, and you were in the road. I hit you with my car, and right now your in a hospital room." He said it all in a rush, and it took the girl a minute to comprehend it all. She didn't know why he was so nervous though. So she had been hit by a car. Big deal. It wasn't like it was his fault or anything. She was sure it had just happened, and that was why she was where she was. She tried to think of what a hospital was, and could only come up with a hospital is where they put hurt people, like her.
The lady in white finally came up to talk to her, apparently thinking it was her turn or something. But she didn't really mind. She liked the idea of meeting new people after all, Motoki was nice.
The lady smiled a friendily, and said calmly. "You situation is quite perculiar. You see, your lack of memory tells us that you can't help us help you. You didn't have any identification on you when we brought you in, and we aren't quite sure where you will go after this brief stay is over. We don't know your name, and you don't match any of the missing persons in the area. I know this might be difficult for you, but can your remember anything? A name of a parent, or place where we could find someone to take care of you."
Motoki smoothly interjected. "I have an idea. After all, this is all my fault, so why doesn't" He paused for a name and said "Ayumi just stay with me until we can find out more about her. She can go to school, and live in my apartment. I have an extra bedroom, and I would really like to do something to help."
The girl looked around to see if there was anyone else in the room, and when she couldn't seen anyone turned back to Motoki. "Who is Ayumi? And if you are talking about me, why did you call me that?"
Motoki looked embarrassed again, but sadly didn't blush nearly as red as she had seen him before. "Well.it's just that we need something to call you until you remember your real name, and Ayumi just kind of popped into my head. It means 'small lily' and I think it suits you."
She thought about it for a minute, not sure what to think. "Ay-umi.she looked up at Motoki. I like it!"
The lady looked incredibly relieved. "That would do perfectly. And as Ayumi doesn't have any other serious injury, there is no reason for her to stay her. And I'm sure she would be much comfortable outside the hospital."
"Now, I want you to go about life like a normal teen, and try to develop a routine. Over time, things will remind you of your past, and you will hopefully get your memory back. It could happen tomorrow, or it could take years, so don't push it."
***
Ayumi was excited, or at least that was what she thought it was. Everything she saw was so new and interesting. And now that she was leaving, there would be so much more! And she would be able to stay with Motoki, which would be fun because Motoki was really nice. After all, he did give her a name.
The nurse had left to prepare for her departure, and Motoki was sitting in a chair beside her bed, just enjoying the companionable silence. It had all happened so soon. Hitting a mystery girl, taking her to the hospital, finding out she had amnesia, and then offering to have her life in his house. And he wasn't stupid by anyone's perspective. He knew that this wasn't like bring a stray into this house. This would change his life completely.and he had made what should have been a big decision so quickly. But it seemed right that he should offer to take her in. He was responsible, and more than that. He needed a change in his life to relieve himself from the tedium that was becoming unbearable. And she was like a little child, and everything was so new to her. She saw that world in a whole new way, and it was the most charming thing. She wasn't a child, but she was still so.innocent.
The kind nurse, whose name was Ashley finally came in, and in front of her she was rolling a wheel chair. For a minute he was scared that there was something he wasn't told, but Ashley quickly moved to reassure him.
"Don't worry about it. It's just policy that all emergency room patients must leave in a wheel-chair." Motoki nodded, and moved to help her.
But Ayumi was ahead of them all, and she was already out of her bed and walking over to the chair as if in a daze. She sat down in it, and looked up at him. "Can we leave now?
It wasn't strange at all for Ayumi to be sitting in the chair, in fact.it seemed more at home to her than anywhere she had been so far. And she wanted to leave so bad. Hospitals smell really bad, and she was anxious to see her new home.
Deciding that Motoki wasn't quick enough, her hand moved to the arm of the chair looking for a control to move the thing. And her fingers came in contact with.nothing. There was just the metal bar that was the arm, and that was it. She turned and looked at Motoki in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
Motoki had the strangest look on his face, and she just couldn't place it. He walked over to her and said. "It needs to be pushed from behind." And proceeded to do just what he said.
How strange Ayumi thought.she had no idea how it worked, but it still seemed strange to her.
***
Heero was lost in his own mind. Everywhere he turned was darkness and rage. He was surrounded by his emotions, and couldn't find his way out. Everywhere he turned there was a memory of a forgotten pain, a distant anger. And every time he came in contact with one he just became even more enraged.
A warm feeling flickered through his body, and his subconscious mind whipped around to see what it was. A flicker in the darkness that was being beaten at, and slowly driven away, but still fought on. Curious as could what could possibly be in his living hell he reached towards it, desperate to find it for some reason he couldn't comprehend.
And the more he thought about it the single bright light seemed to come closer to him, slowly growing in size. Soon it was so close he could almost reach out and touch it.
And then it snapped into focus, revealing a single smiling face. And as he stared into those deep blue eyes, they changed to green, and then to silver, the face flickering from one to another faster than his eyes could keep up. But that didn't matter, because it was all the same person.
And the darkness began to melt away, and he didn't even notice. All he saw was one person. One soul that was connected to his own by bonds that could never be broken. And he reached for Usagi.
***
Ayumi walked up the stairs in silence, quietly following Motoki up the stairs. It drive had been a lot of fun, and she was sorry she couldn't remember the drive to the hospital. The feel of the wind on her face, and the way the world just flew by in a wash of colors left her wondering if she had ever seen anything so beauti.
Like a slap in the face, a feeling of warmth flooded her body, causing Ayumi to break out of her contemplation and stop at the stairs, wondering what it could possibly be. A feeling of love nearly overwhelmed her, and a small cry escaped from her lips. It was so unlike anything she had ever felt. It felt so good, and so lonely at the same time.
And then it was gone as soon as it had come, and she realized that she was still on the stairs, and Motoki had his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. And he was talking to her.
".knew it was too soon. We should really get you into a bed so you can rest." Ayumi nodded slightly, and didn't hesitate to let him help her up the stairs. She really needed to sit down.
***
I know it's not much, but I'll have more out really soon. I just really wanted to update his story. I hope you all enjoyed, and remember to tell me what you think!
And also give me ideas as to where to go with this. I have a general idea, but I'm still making this up as I o, and I'd love to hear your comments, and advice.
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com I'd love to hear from you!
Ja ne siren
And the saga continues.
***
And saw.Usagi.
Or at least that's what he thought for a second, but quickly the light better illuminated the girl on the ground, and he realized that there was no way it could be Usagi. The girl didn't look a thing like his old friend. She had brown hair, almost a red color, and while there was some resemblance to Usagi in the face if you really looked, which make him think it was her right off, the face was completely different. For one thing, this girl wasn't nearly as pretty as Usagi was, even thought she wasn't terrible to look at. (AN: In case any of you don't realize this, Usagi took on the appearance of Kat, her past self when she changed her appearance. And I would highly recommend that anyone who has forgotten about her past life to go back and re-read it all. It will become very important in this story.)
All of these thoughts passed through his head in first few seconds when he was kneeling by the girl, and he quickly pushed those thoughts out of his head to better examine her. Her hair was even redder because of the blood from her head, and Motoki tore a piece of his shirt off and tied it around her head to staunch to blood. She seemed a little bruised and battered, but otherwise not seriously injured. But he still didn't want to move her because there might be hidden injuries that he would disturb, and possibly cause her serious harm.
He looked around for cars, but wasn't surprised when he didn't see any in sight. There was never anyone in these back roads at night, and what he had been so happy about just minutes before, now made him want to scream. He didn't have a cell phone, and the nearest pay-phone was miles away. He didn't want to leave her for that long, and he knew she had to be taken to a doctor soon just in case she was bleeding internally.
After thinking it over for a few long minutes, Motoki decided that it was more important that she be taken to a doctor as soon as possible, than the importance of leaving her where she was. Carefully he gathered the unconscious girl in his arms, and walked back over to his car. He opened the back door, and gently lied her in the back seat, careful not to jerk her. He then took off his denim jacket, and placed it over her still form.
When he was sure she would be fine, he left her and went to the drivers seat. And drove as fast as he could to the hospital.
***'
The sound of sirens and the beeping of all of the machinery filled the air, as Motoki sat in the waiting room nervously awaiting anyone to tell him what was going on. He had arrived nearly half and hour ago, and the girl had been wisked away on a stretcher so she could be looked over, and her head could be looked at.
And while he had waited all sorts of terrible fears ran through his head. What if she had a broken back, and would be paralyzed for life? And what if that head wound had caused brain damage and she would forever be a vegetable? So many fears for her life left him in a cold sweat, and now he wanted nothing more than to know. To know for sure what was wrong with her, so he could just move on with his life.
And he wondered who she was.and how she could have gotten in such a rural area, and why was she in the middle of the road? So many questions buzzed through his head, but Motoki forced himself to sit there quietly, staring at the wall opposite to him instead of running to the emergency room and demanding to know if he had killed the girl, and if he didn't why she wasn't yet awake.
***
Someone tapping on his shoulder jerked him awake, and Motoki turned bleary eyes to look at a lady dressed in a doctors uniform. She looked nice, but there was a wrinkle of worry between her eyebrows that brought Motoki to full awareness.
"How long have I been out? How is she? What's going on?" The questions burst out of his mouth in quick succession before he could stop them.
The nurse smiled a small smile. "She's going to be fine. It seems that you stopped just as you hit her, and mearly threw her off balance. There are some scrapes that will heal up in no time, but what we are really worried about is her head. You see, when she fell she banged her head against the pavement, which caused a large gash right above her forehead, which we have already stitched up. But that isn't the problem. You see, with such head trauma as this, isn't uncommon for the person to suffer side affects, such as dizziness, memory loss, or even brain damage. We aren't sure as of yet how she's going to be, as the patient hasn't woken up yet."
Motoki didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to jump up, and shout for joy because she was going to be alright, but another part of him still wondered.
***
Long eyelashes flickered slightly, and slowly the eyelids opened to reveal bright green eyes.
Slowly, bit by bit the girl came into full wakefulness, and looked around her. She was lying in a white bed, and there was something itchy on her head. She wanted to take whatever it was off, but it was too much effort to move. She thought about talking, but couldn't think of anything to say so opted to keep quiet.
She didn't know how long she just lied there, but it didn't seem like it was very long before she heard a door opening, and two strange people came in. One was a girl dressed in a most ridiculous white uniform, and the other was a guy missing a large piece of his shirt, and was looking at her like she was a bug or something. In fact, the lady was looking at her funny too, and she wanted to know who these people, and where she was. They were talking quietly to each other, and she couldn't hear what they were saying. It began to get very frustrating, and finally she cleared her throat and said. "Hi" in a quivering voice.
Both of the strange people whipped around to look at her, as if they didn't know she was there or something. The man came over to her side and said softly. "Hi, I'm Motoki."
The girl smiled at him. He seemed really nice, and she was beginning to like him already. She stared unblinking eyes at him, and waited for him to say something else, but he seemed to be waiting for her to say something first. She had no idea what he wanted of her so she just lied there, beginning to get confused.
Finally the strange boy.Motoki spoke again. "And your name is?."
She didn't know what to say to that. Her name.she knew she HAD a name. In fact, she was so sure that last thing she knew she was well aware of her name. She reached for it, and it alluded her. She thought for a few more minutes, and finally said. "I.I don't remember."
How odd, she had never forgotten her name before, at least.she didn't think she had. But she couldn't remember, she might have. She might have done some many things, but she just couldn't remember. She gazed imploring at the man, almost as if he could tell her what her name is, after all, he did know her somehow. Didn't he? But then again he had asked her what her name was, so the possibility of that was slim.
"Where am I? What happened?" She asked in order to think about something besides this strange turn of events.
Motoki turned a most interesting shade of red, and she didn't know if she had ever seen such a cool color. For a minute he looked like he wasn't going to say anything, when finally he said. "Well.you see I was out driving, and you were in the road. I hit you with my car, and right now your in a hospital room." He said it all in a rush, and it took the girl a minute to comprehend it all. She didn't know why he was so nervous though. So she had been hit by a car. Big deal. It wasn't like it was his fault or anything. She was sure it had just happened, and that was why she was where she was. She tried to think of what a hospital was, and could only come up with a hospital is where they put hurt people, like her.
The lady in white finally came up to talk to her, apparently thinking it was her turn or something. But she didn't really mind. She liked the idea of meeting new people after all, Motoki was nice.
The lady smiled a friendily, and said calmly. "You situation is quite perculiar. You see, your lack of memory tells us that you can't help us help you. You didn't have any identification on you when we brought you in, and we aren't quite sure where you will go after this brief stay is over. We don't know your name, and you don't match any of the missing persons in the area. I know this might be difficult for you, but can your remember anything? A name of a parent, or place where we could find someone to take care of you."
Motoki smoothly interjected. "I have an idea. After all, this is all my fault, so why doesn't" He paused for a name and said "Ayumi just stay with me until we can find out more about her. She can go to school, and live in my apartment. I have an extra bedroom, and I would really like to do something to help."
The girl looked around to see if there was anyone else in the room, and when she couldn't seen anyone turned back to Motoki. "Who is Ayumi? And if you are talking about me, why did you call me that?"
Motoki looked embarrassed again, but sadly didn't blush nearly as red as she had seen him before. "Well.it's just that we need something to call you until you remember your real name, and Ayumi just kind of popped into my head. It means 'small lily' and I think it suits you."
She thought about it for a minute, not sure what to think. "Ay-umi.she looked up at Motoki. I like it!"
The lady looked incredibly relieved. "That would do perfectly. And as Ayumi doesn't have any other serious injury, there is no reason for her to stay her. And I'm sure she would be much comfortable outside the hospital."
"Now, I want you to go about life like a normal teen, and try to develop a routine. Over time, things will remind you of your past, and you will hopefully get your memory back. It could happen tomorrow, or it could take years, so don't push it."
***
Ayumi was excited, or at least that was what she thought it was. Everything she saw was so new and interesting. And now that she was leaving, there would be so much more! And she would be able to stay with Motoki, which would be fun because Motoki was really nice. After all, he did give her a name.
The nurse had left to prepare for her departure, and Motoki was sitting in a chair beside her bed, just enjoying the companionable silence. It had all happened so soon. Hitting a mystery girl, taking her to the hospital, finding out she had amnesia, and then offering to have her life in his house. And he wasn't stupid by anyone's perspective. He knew that this wasn't like bring a stray into this house. This would change his life completely.and he had made what should have been a big decision so quickly. But it seemed right that he should offer to take her in. He was responsible, and more than that. He needed a change in his life to relieve himself from the tedium that was becoming unbearable. And she was like a little child, and everything was so new to her. She saw that world in a whole new way, and it was the most charming thing. She wasn't a child, but she was still so.innocent.
The kind nurse, whose name was Ashley finally came in, and in front of her she was rolling a wheel chair. For a minute he was scared that there was something he wasn't told, but Ashley quickly moved to reassure him.
"Don't worry about it. It's just policy that all emergency room patients must leave in a wheel-chair." Motoki nodded, and moved to help her.
But Ayumi was ahead of them all, and she was already out of her bed and walking over to the chair as if in a daze. She sat down in it, and looked up at him. "Can we leave now?
It wasn't strange at all for Ayumi to be sitting in the chair, in fact.it seemed more at home to her than anywhere she had been so far. And she wanted to leave so bad. Hospitals smell really bad, and she was anxious to see her new home.
Deciding that Motoki wasn't quick enough, her hand moved to the arm of the chair looking for a control to move the thing. And her fingers came in contact with.nothing. There was just the metal bar that was the arm, and that was it. She turned and looked at Motoki in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
Motoki had the strangest look on his face, and she just couldn't place it. He walked over to her and said. "It needs to be pushed from behind." And proceeded to do just what he said.
How strange Ayumi thought.she had no idea how it worked, but it still seemed strange to her.
***
Heero was lost in his own mind. Everywhere he turned was darkness and rage. He was surrounded by his emotions, and couldn't find his way out. Everywhere he turned there was a memory of a forgotten pain, a distant anger. And every time he came in contact with one he just became even more enraged.
A warm feeling flickered through his body, and his subconscious mind whipped around to see what it was. A flicker in the darkness that was being beaten at, and slowly driven away, but still fought on. Curious as could what could possibly be in his living hell he reached towards it, desperate to find it for some reason he couldn't comprehend.
And the more he thought about it the single bright light seemed to come closer to him, slowly growing in size. Soon it was so close he could almost reach out and touch it.
And then it snapped into focus, revealing a single smiling face. And as he stared into those deep blue eyes, they changed to green, and then to silver, the face flickering from one to another faster than his eyes could keep up. But that didn't matter, because it was all the same person.
And the darkness began to melt away, and he didn't even notice. All he saw was one person. One soul that was connected to his own by bonds that could never be broken. And he reached for Usagi.
***
Ayumi walked up the stairs in silence, quietly following Motoki up the stairs. It drive had been a lot of fun, and she was sorry she couldn't remember the drive to the hospital. The feel of the wind on her face, and the way the world just flew by in a wash of colors left her wondering if she had ever seen anything so beauti.
Like a slap in the face, a feeling of warmth flooded her body, causing Ayumi to break out of her contemplation and stop at the stairs, wondering what it could possibly be. A feeling of love nearly overwhelmed her, and a small cry escaped from her lips. It was so unlike anything she had ever felt. It felt so good, and so lonely at the same time.
And then it was gone as soon as it had come, and she realized that she was still on the stairs, and Motoki had his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. And he was talking to her.
".knew it was too soon. We should really get you into a bed so you can rest." Ayumi nodded slightly, and didn't hesitate to let him help her up the stairs. She really needed to sit down.
***
I know it's not much, but I'll have more out really soon. I just really wanted to update his story. I hope you all enjoyed, and remember to tell me what you think!
And also give me ideas as to where to go with this. I have a general idea, but I'm still making this up as I o, and I'd love to hear your comments, and advice.
Email me at sirencalling@yahoo.com I'd love to hear from you!
Ja ne siren