Notes: Much thanks to my two faithful reviewers, Gabz and SoraItou. As promised, the second part! It's a sad part, but don't worry, it'll get better. Also, I think that this is the longest chapter so far. Hooray!

The living room was elegantly furnished with a leather couch set and dark mahogany wood. Bryan's eyes sought one thing only, and that was Yuri's form slumped in the loveseat, hunched so that his hair fell to cover his face. The blaze of it made the red of the leather seat seem dark and unpleasing in contrast. His dark jacket had been taken off to reveal a light blue, striped shirt underneath. Bryan stood and hesitated at the door.

"And who is that?" A man with multi-toned grey hair and piercing crimson eyes questioned Rei. Beside him stood another man with very dark orange hair and azure eyes; unlike the one who asked the question, he seemed genuinely concerned and had a pleasant air around him. Yuri looked up before Rei could answer, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"He was at the park," he said, "He somehow knows my name."

Rei sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "You've met him before," he said, "But… you don't remember…"

Yuri buried his face in his hands, "What the hell has happened to me?" Rei sat down beside him, and put his arm around the form.

"Listen, Yuri. I'm sorry, but today is not Sunday, July 13th. You were in an accident on July 12th, 2006, and you received extensive head injury. You lost your ability to keep memories since then," he explained gently. Yuri sat still as though not comprehending what he was being told.

Then he said, "So—so I've been living a lie for the past…year and seven months? And today, today is Friday February 8th 2008?"

Rei frowned slightly, "Actually, it's Saturday the 9th."

Bryan breathed in deeply, "That was yesterday's paper, Yuri," he said softly. Yuri lifted his head and stared straight at him, looking fragile. Then he looked down and bit his lip.

"Goddamn it," he said, "Goddamn it! So today is not Brooklyn's birthday?"

"No," Rei shook his head, "Even though it has been Brook's birthday everyday for the past year and seven months. What is he now? 500 years old?" he smiled lightly, hoping to make the situation better. This only served to agitate Yuri further.

"So you guys have been acting all this time? I mean, I don't remember, but you haven't told me this before? You act like it's July 13th everyday?" he asked.

"Everyday," the man with dark orange hair said, "But I don't mind. Can't get better than it being my birthday everyday, now can it?"

Yuri looked up at him, and slapped his hand away when Brooklyn tried to ruffle his hair. "This seems so surreal right now," he laughed, hollowly; "It just doesn't make sense." He turned and looked at the last member, whose arms were firmly crossed, "And Kai—he's still a jerk?"

"Still a jerk," Brooklyn confirmed and shared a chuckle with Rei, who got up and threw his arm around Kai's shoulder.

"He's Kai," he said slyly, "He wouldn't be Kai if he wasn't a jerk."

Throughout all this, Bryan, still standing at the door, felt awkward and out of place. It felt like he was intruding on something private between friends. Rei seemed to notice, and moved forward to drag him into a seat.

"Don't look so tense," he told him. Bryan discreetly rolled his eyes.

"What's your name?" Yuri now asked him. Despite his collected outer demeanour, his blue eyes barely covered pain and a hint of panic as he trained them on Bryan. "Have we known each other long?"

Bryan felt even more uncomfortable under his gaze, "I'm Bryan. Not long, we just met a couple of times at the park, that's all."

Yuri nodded and began to run his hands through his hair. He looked solemn now, and the mood in the room immediately dimmed. Outside it was beginning to rain lightly; the patter of the water droplets on the windows far apart. But even as they sat in silence, the rain began to pout heavier, and soon there was a steady rhythm on the glass.

Yuri breathed in, "How did I get like this?" he asked, without looking at anyone, "What kind of accident?"

Brooklyn, who had perched on the arm of the loveseat, put his hand on Yuri's shoulder and squeezed. Bryan looked on, waiting for the details himself. When no one said anything, Yuri looked up angrily, "Well?" he demanded.

"Car accident," Brooklyn began, "You were driving back at night from the university. Some… drunkard smashed into your car—"

"No!" Yuri sat up, "My car?"

"We fixed it," Kai assured him, "It's in the garage."

The red haired man slumped down again as Brooklyn's hand progressed its way to the nape of his neck and caressed the skin soothingly. "Your car is fixed. But you—god, you almost gave me a heart attack. When I saw you, you looked so lifeless. None of us knew what to do." His voice had deteriorated into a whisper, and Bryan felt like an intruder again.

Rei picked up, "You were out for a whole month; when you came to we were so happy. And then the doctor tells us that you damaged your temporal lobe, that you won't remember anything from then on. But at least you could remember the past."

Yuri's eyes had watered; he titled his chin and stared hard at his feet, "And you guys stood by me all this time."

"Of course," it was Kai who spoke this time, quietly though firmly, "How can you say that?"

A moment of stillness followed as Yuri continued assessing his feet. And then he wiped his sleeve across his eyes and stood up. "I—I need—" his voice caught. Seemingly given up, he simply turned and walked out.

"I'm sorry," Bryan said after a while. "For what happened. And for being here when maybe I shouldn't have."

Rei shook his head, "It's fine. Really. Yuri probably won't remember any of this tomorrow," he walked toward the door and faced the room again, "Maybe I should check up on him."

Bryan stood up, "Can I?"

"And why would you?" Kai asked sceptically, eyebrows raised.

Before Bryan could formulate an acceptable reason, Rei spoke, "If you want."

He found Yuri on the back porch, soaked through by the rain. Steadily getting wet himself, he walked over and sat beside him.

"You'll get sick out here," he said, lightly.

Yuri spared him a sideways glance. Through the rain it was hard to tell whether he had tear tracks on his face. But his eyes were red, and his lip quivered slightly. He only shrugged in reply.

"Listen, I'm sorry," Bryan said, not knowing what else to say.

"What for?" Yuri questioned.

"For this. It must be really hard on you."

After a second, Yuri laughed, "What's the point. I won't remember it tomorrow."

Bryan thought for a moment, "Maybe, maybe there is a way to reverse this."

Yuri ducked his head but not answer.

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