Title: Who are you?
Author: Ree
Theme: Preseries - Parent's meeting
Genre: general
Version: Anime/Manga
Rating: G

I asked for their stories and this is what they told me. I can't guarantee they're the truth, you will have to ask Takeuchi Naoko, to whom they belong to.

Who are you?

Amaya walked into the pediatrics floor and looked over at the nurses. "How is she doing?" She didn't need to say who the she was, they already knew.

"Not much better, Dr. Mizuno, but her mom is with her." Tomoyo's looked significantly over at the doctor.

The look didn't go unnoticed. Neither of them would ever forget the poor boy that was here years ago. Nodding her head, Amaya headed down the hall towards the room. 'It doesn't help that she is in the same room as him. I wondered what happened to him.' She knew that she would never know, the boy was nameless when he left the hospital.

She let her mind travel back to three tough weeks for everyone involved.

She had been called into the emergency room at the beginning of her shift. There, on a three different gurneys, were the patients of a terrible car accident. She was to check out the small boy that had been in the car. At the time she had been grateful that all he had were a couple of broken bones and a mild concussion. Nothing like the injuries the adults had received. When she finished accessing the boy, she glanced over at them. Her stomach fell as they pulled a sheet over the woman's face.

The man gestured vaguely towards the boy. "Chi...Chi.."

She watched in horror as the man's hand fell to his side, his last word left unsaid. The other doctors looked towards her and flickered their eyes towards the sleeping child. "He must have been buckled up, or very very lucky. Do we have any clue their names?"

"The EMTs found no ID on any of them. The police are dredging the car out of the river to see if they can find any clues there."

Looking at the nameless boy, Amaya rested her hand on the side of his gurney. "I'll see that he is asked when he wakes up."

When the boy awoke, Tomoyo smiled at him, refusing to give the child a reason to grieve yet. That would come latter. "So, little one, what is your name?"

Blank blue eyes stared back at her. When he rolled over slightly to see her better, pain lanced across his face. His eyes widened as her question sank in. The blankness in his eyes turned to horror and panic. "I...I...I don't know. Do you know?"

Dread sank into Tomoyo's chest. 'Maybe he just doesn't remember his name.' Smiling reassuringly, she continued her questions. "What do you remember?" His eyes remained just as blank. Tomoyo glanced over her shoulder at Dr. Mizuno. At the doctor's quiet sigh and nod, she patted the boy's hand. "Don't worry about it now. Just get some rest and it maybe it will all come back to you."

Two weeks later the child still had no idea who he was, and the hospital still had no idea who was in the mortuary. The police searched high and low, looking through missing people reports to see in anyone matched their description. They also scoured the car. Finally, a small wallet was found stuck between the seat and floor, wedged tight. Uncertain if it was the owners of the cars, or one that had been lost in the river, they traced the name looking for the owner. When none surfaced, they contacted the ID's next of kin. It was time to see if they could name the nameless.

Jouta Chiba's steps sounded heavy as he walked into the pediatric ward. It was that and his somber face that told Amaya that he was the one she was told about.

In her most professional manner, she approached him. "Mr. Chiba?"

Dark brown eye looked over at her. "Yes, I am Mr. Chiba."

"Hi, I am Dr. Mizuno. You have come to see our patient?" When he nodded, she gestured for him to follow her. "He has no memory of anything, so don't be surprised if he doesn't know you."

The old man's lips twisted up into an ironic grimace. "He would never recognize me. My grandson and I... we had a falling out many years ago. We have... had... a different philosophy about foreigners."

'The man... that was his grandson.' Stopping at the door, she rested her hand on the knob. "Did he have a son?"

Tired eyes peered back at her. "I don't know. He... he didn't talk to me much. But, the boy was in his care." His looked at the closed door. "He was in my family's care, so he will remain so. I will take care of him until his family is found or he remembers."

"And if neither happens?" Amaya's watched as he straightened his shoulders.

"Then, I will take care of him, he will be my family. I will name him my great grandson."

Amaya opened the door.