Here is the second chapter. I got a reveiw, and it made me really happy, so... Please... FEEDBACK!
Urgh, it is so hard to keep this a friendship, and not a... Like, romance or something.
I guess I'll try though.
Disclaimer; See chapter 1

Outside the Harrington Institute for the Mentally Unhealthy and Memory Clinic Lupin tired to calm his breathing. What would he find in this place, would it be a depressed near vegetable of the man he once knew? Or would it be something darker? Something he couldn't stand to see the man become? The man, more of a boy than anything, walked through the doors. The first floor, the reception and general clinic, it was white, well kept, and quiet. A nurse looked up as Lupin approached the counter, her name tag read Mine Fujiko. Lupin gave the receptionist small smile, trying to look worried and sad. It wasn't hard.

"May I help you?" Fujiko asked, looking up at the man in front of her, he was young… Too young to be in a place like this, she thought. The man in front of her pulled out some ID from his pocket, laying it on the counter.

"My name is Arsene Nipul, I am here to visit Zenigata Koichi. I-I'm an old friend, from when we… From when we were kids… I came back from abroad and… And I…" His voice cracked in a dramatic manner, the worry was easy to keep in his voice. The nurse was shocked into action.

"Oh! This is good! Koichi-kun… Well, let's just say he hasn't had very many visitors lately, I'm sure this will cheer him out of his recent slump." Fujiko smiled, writing the name down, and quickly going through the standard procedures. After going through a metal detector, Lupin got the pat down from a male staff member. The man's name tag read Ishikawa Goemon, and he seemed… Decently friendly.

Soon Lupin was being led up two stair cases, and down a hall. Fujiko was leading him like an expert through the institute, walking down the halls that she had probably walked a millions times before. They came to a set of light blue double doors, familiar with the kind you seen in hospitals. It gave Lupin a bag feeling about the place, but it seemed alright so far, so he was willing to believe a lot. A simple back and white sign was on the wall above the doors.

'Memory Ward'

Lupin engraved the sight into his mind, reminding himself over and over that it was his fault that someone was here.

"Are you ready to go in, Nipul-san?" Fujiko asked calmly, and Lupin noted that she really seemed happy that Zenigata had a visitor. And before… She had mentioned he recently hadn't had many visitors, had they all given up on him? It made the thief's stomach turn uneasily. Could the memory-less man be dangerous? Or mental unstable?

"What… Is his mind set like? Is he stable?" Lupin asked slowly, trying to choose words that couldn't be taken offensively. But the nurse merely smiled, mumbling a quiet 'you'll see', and pushing through the doors.

"Koichi-kun? Are you here? You have a visitor!"

This morning, Koichi Zenigata woke up early, sitting by his window, watching people come and go. People that would be here to visit someone other than him. Not long after he stretched, leaving the chair, and leaving the room. Because he was as mentally stable as any other person, Zenigata was allowed free will around the third and first floors, including the gardens outside. Most of the Memory Ward patients were allowed to wander about, the staff hoping that something will miraculously help their memory.

Coming to the end of the residents hall, the man wandered into the Memory hall common room. Some patients and nurses were already up and bustling about. Koichi's eyes were wide, and innocent. Something they never where before, according to the women his once knew as his wife. His bangs fell into his face, tickling his nose slightly. Koichi was reminded of the time they had showed him a picture of before the incident. The man in the picture had short cropped hair, and an almost angry expression in his eyes. Koichi had tried to make that face, while looking in a mirror, but just ended up cracking up, it looked ridiculous. Why would anyone want to look so mad and determined at the same time? He wished he could lecture he former self, about being happy, and having long hair…

Wandering to the art section of the ward, he spotted one of the few people here that were kinda like him is their condition. Currently there were three besides himself, two girls, and an older man. From what Koichi could remember about being told about their conditions was that they all suffered some type of Amnesia. What he had not been told, however, was the severity of their cases. Was it worse, or better than his? He hoped better for their sake… Missing Twenty-three years was not the greatest thing in the world, but he decided it at least wasn't the worst.

The women looked up from her drawing, it was a picture of the other girl mentioned before. She smiled at the male who was approaching her. She had short blonde hair that stuck out in all directions and bright blue eyes.

"Remember anything today, Zenigata?" She asked lightly, placing her pencil behind her ear. Zenigata sadly shook his head, this had been their routine for the last four months. She would always ask him, and he always had the same answer. A simple shake of the head. Koichi once again found himself wandering when Jani, the blonde, and the other girl with Amnesia, Sydney. Sydney had longish curly brown, and a ever cheerful disposition.

Finally he found himself back at a window, in the common room. It was overlooking the visitor's entrance, but it was if he wasn't really watching the passing people, but instead, immersed into his own thoughts. His body leaned on the door frame, arms curled around himself, a frown on his face. 'Have they really given up on me? Has the world… Forgotten Koichi Zenigata?' Even to himself, his thoughts seemed to make little sense. A sigh was tempted to slip through his lips, waiting for something to happen was always that hardest part of any day. Maybe one of the crazies would do something cool, he thought, the corners of his lips twitching up slightly. He looked over his shoulder slightly, as the main doors of the Memory Ward opened, revealing Nurse Fujiko and… Someone Koichi had sworn he had seen before, a patient maybe? Or maybe just someone who has visited someone in the last two years?

"Koichi-kun? Are you here? You have a visitor!" Nurse Fujiko smiled, spotting said man by the window, he blinked, confused. Pushing off from the window frame, and uncrossing his arms. His face was reminiscent of a curious cat, as he calmly walked across the room. Stopping a few feet in front of the nurse and the visitor.

"A visitor for me? Are you sure?" He asked in a hopeful voice, and edge of excitement was there.

"Yes, yes Koichi-kun, I'm sure, this is Nipul Aresene-san. He says he is a friend of yours from when you were young, isn't that exciting?" She assured the man, and after a few minutes of slow and awkward conversation, she left the two. Lupin had his eyes trained on Zenigata the whole time, surprised on how much his demeanour had changed in the lest years. This wasn't the loud determined man he had known, instead was curiously innocent looking man. Something Lupin would never think of to describe Zenigata… Well, at least the one he remember. But… This man looked really shy, probably because he really didn't know anyone outside the institute.

"So, Koichi-kun… Would you like to go somewhere to talk?" Lupin said, finally letting his eyes wander from that man, and all around the room. Said man was inwardly breathing a sigh of relief, the younger man's eyes were no longer on him, as if… The were expecting something. Zenigata had defiantly seen too much of that in the short time he remembered being alive. Zenigata turned, and waved him out of the common room, he'd rather talk in private… Just in case this person had any embarrassing stories to tell. He learned that the hard way, when the women whom called herself his mother had rattled of stories of what he did as a child. Although he remembered none of it, it was still pretty embarrassing to have everyone know how you first used the toilet. Specially if you didn't even know about it yourself.

"So… How exactly… Do you know me?" He asked tentatively, as they reached his room. Lupin seemed more interested in his room than answering his questions, looking at the things Zenigata had collected, or had been given by the people who had known him. Lupin finally stopped scouring the room, sitting on Zenigata's bed, and looking at the man who stood awkwardly in the door frame. Closing the door behind him, he sat down on the floor, near the other side of the room.

"We were childhood friends."

The statement caught Koichi off guard, he looked up at Lupin, who was giving him the same look as before. He brought his knees to his chest, leaning his head on his knees, it was nice to have a visitor… But his head hurt…

"What… Was I like back then?… Y'know, fro-" Zenigata was interrupted he quiet question when Lupin stood suddenly from the bed. With an impatient look on his face, he crossed the room in two long steps. He towered over the curled Zenigata, kicking his leg up near the older man's face, staring down in a intimidating way. Zenigata looked at the foot to his right, and then at the impossibly tall seeming Lupin.

"Well, first of all… You would have never let me do something like this, you had too much pride." He stated simply, leaning a bit closer to Zenigata, an even more confused look making it's way on to the other's face.

"What do you mean?" He asked quietly, concerned for his safety. What this man really a childhood friend? Or maybe a childhood nemesis… Or possibly a convict he had supposedly once sent to jail? His mind started to run wild, along with his heart.

Lupin merely smiled and laughed slightly, sticking his hands into his pockets, and going back to the bed.

"First of all, you'd have never been so submissive. You'd probably gotten angry, and I don't think you have been very scared." His statements rang with a know-it-all air, as if he truly knew how Zenigata would have acted. And, as far as the former police officer knew, he could.

Zenigata rubbed his eyes, the more he talked with Lupin, the more his brain seemed to ache with rolling waves of pain. But, despite the voice in his head telling him to alert one of the nurses, he stayed were he was.

For the next hour the pair talked, talked about the recent years, and the memories of his past which Zenigata did not share.

"A-And then, BOOM! No more candy cart!" Lupin said, the two were howling with laughter, tears leaking from their eyes. "I-I can't believe we did stuff like that!" The older man said between giggles, in a bewildered voice. "From what people told me before, I was a hard ass, that didn't really know how to have fun."

"Oh… You were, until we hung out! I mean, we got in all sorts of trouble man, but… It was fun." Lupin said, and then his voice dipped an octave lower, and creeping sort of sadness coming into his voice. "And I haven't had as much fun in two years… They really have been dull without you." Lupin spoke the truth, looking at the other's eye in a sad way.

"I'm… Sorry? I guess there isn't much I can say… But, two years ago? Didn't you say we were childhood friends? Oh! When was the last time you saw me before it happened? Y'know, before the crash happened?!" The question seemed so important to him, and Lupin wasn't even sure why, but with a sigh, he answered anyways.

"Believe me, it wasn't long before it… Less than an hour…" Zenigata's eyebrows shot up, from what Lupin could tell from under those dark bangs. "An… An hour?" He breathed out, a look of disbelief shining on his face. This was the closet he had ever got to the two parts of his life, someone who had seen him less than an hour before he became… Someone else.

"Please! You have to tell me everything about that day!"