EDIT: Just fixing a few things I didn't notice when I reread it and changing a few sentences. Nothing major. Just fyi if you're wondering why I uploaded this same chapter again! :)

Nothing really to say today...so, skip the bold letters and read the story cuz I worked super-duper hard on it! Ok, that's a lie. But read it anyway! :)

"All right, Misaki, I'll get going," Takahiro said, putting on his shoes. "I'll call you the minute I get home, okay? Just to make sure you're still doing alright."

Misaki smiled reassuringly. "I told you, I'll be fine, Nii-chan. I'm older than I think I am, right? And hasn't Usami-san already told you he'll look after me?"

"Several times," commented the man in question from his seat on the couch. He rose and approached the brothers, stopping next to Misaki. "He hasn't forgotten how to cook, so we'll get along fine."

"Well, if you're sure…" Takahiro gave Misaki a tight hug, ruffling his hair as he let go. "I am going to call you. Everyday. And don't forget your doctor's appointments twice a week."

"I won't."

"Get plenty of rest and don't try to overdo anything. And the second you start to remember something I want you to call me and—"

"Okay, okay! I know, Nii-chan! Now get going, you're gonna miss your train." Misaki pushed his brother out the door and waved him down the hallway. Closing the door, he leaned against it and closed his eyes. A protective older brother could be stifling at normal times, but for the last two weeks he'd been suffocating. Misaki made a mental note never to put himself in a coma again. But Takahiro had missed a lot of work over the last month and needed to get back and so Misaki was left alone with the man he should, but didn't know.

Misaki opened his eyes and looked around the apartment. He'd been back for almost a week, yet nothing felt familiar. Not even his bedroom felt like his. There were things in there he recognized, things he'd had for awhile, but most of the room was unfamiliar.

The rest of the apartment was like an alien planet to him, especially the bedroom of the great author-a grown man filling his bedroom with children's toys? Not to mention the bear room; Misaki, curious about the contents of the unknown room, was nearly crushed by an avalanche of stuffed bears, all—according to Usami-san—named Suzuki-san. The largest of the Suzuki's joined them regularly for meals and was never far from Usami's side.

Must be like a security blanket or something, Misaki thought, his eyes moving to rest on the bear, which was on the couch next to Usami. Misaki walked over and sat opposite him. Usami glanced up at him then returned his attention to the manuscript he was reading. It was quiet for awhile, the only sound the rustling of paper when Usami turned a page.

"Er…" Misaki started awkwardly, not sure if he should speak. "What…what do you have going on today…? Um…anything, uh, interesting?"

"Aikawa's coming to get the manuscript," Usami answered, turning another page. "We've had to push the deadline back several times already so she's been bothering me to get it finished."

"Oh. Why did you have to push the deadline back?"

Usami looked up at him with an expression that was half amused, half pained. "Well, I've been a little preoccupied lately. I haven't been home much and I didn't have my laptop."

Misaki flushed. "I'm sorry..."

"No need to apologize. I'm just glad you're awake again. You had us all pretty worried."

"Um...can I ask you a question? About...before?"

"Before?"

"Before my...accident or whatever you want to call it."

"Of course. What is it?" Usami was giving Misaki his full attention now, his eyes serious. Misaki cleared his throat and looked down at his knees. He wasn't sure why, but having him stare at him like that made his heart pound.

"I was just wondering...I know you were Nii-chan's friend and all, but how...? How did I end up here? Why did you decide to let me stay with you?" He looked back up at Usami-san. "Do we have something in common that led us to be friends? How did it all happen?"

Usami just looked at him. He seemed to be considering how to answer this question. Just when he opened his mouth to say something, the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. And then a woman burst through the door, and loudly announced, "I'm here for the manuscript and it better be finished because I am completely prepared to stay here all day long! Oh!" She saw the two of them sitting there looking all serious and immediately rushed to hug Misaki. "Oh Misaki-kun! I'm so sorry I didn't visit you in the hospital! Busy busy, you know how it is! Or I guess you don't!" She let go and sat down next to him. "It's so tragic, you losing your memory like that! It would make a good story though..." She directed this towards Usami, raising her eyebrows at him.

Usami sighed. "Yes, yes, I'll think about it. Now will you just take the manuscript and go? It was peaceful before you arrived."

"There's no time for me to take it and read it later. The deadline is tomorrow night! I already wasted five whole seconds ringing the doorbell because I couldn't find the key right away! No sir, we are going to sit here and go through the whole thing until it's PERFECT!" She grabbed the manuscript up from the table and flipped through it. "If we start now, I can be gone in a few hours at most!"

Usami sighed again, resigning himself. "Fine. I'm sorry, Misaki. Is it alright if we talk later?"

Misaki stood up. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll just get out of your way. Good luck with your work." He quickly walked around the couch and went upstairs. Looking back from the top, he saw Usami-san and Aikawa-san already engrossed in their work. He went to his bedroom and closed the door behind him, leaning against it.

I wonder what he was going to say...? I still haven't got an answer... Misaki slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor and hugged his knees. Trying to live a life he couldn't remember was...well, he couldn't really think of an adequate word to describe it. Mostly, it just sucked. Rolling onto the floor, Misaki lay flat and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't think of anything to do with his day, seeing as how he didn't remember any of his friends or anything else related to his current life...

"What are you doing?" This question suddenly popped into his head as he lay there on the floor.

"Wiping the floor..." Misaki muttered. This seemed like the correct answer.

"Hell of an inefficient way of doing it..."

Misaki sat up. A memory-that's what it was. What else could it be? He left the bedroom and peeked downstairs where Usami and Aikawa were working. I'll ask him about it later, when he's not busy, Misaki decided and he went back to his room to wait for something else to come to him.

I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense...reading over it, I'm not completely sure if it does...I don't really like some of it, but I'm not sure how I want to fix it right now, so I'm just going to leave it alone for the time being. And that floor thing? If you've watched the anime, you might recognize it. I don't remember the exact episode...(I looked through the episodes but couldn't find it, but I wasn't thorough so no surprise)...but that is in there. LOL Thanks for reading and please review!