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Aftermath Part 2 – Reality Bites
It's been five months since the accident.
It's been five months since the day he decided to give his heart and had it crushed before he was able to do so.
Five months since he has been given another chance.
Five months since the chance has been taken away again.
Five months of restlessness and longing.
Five months.
It seemed so much longer than that.
Mikagami Tokiya's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he drove through the busy streets of Tokyo, going to the hospital where Fuuko is confined.
He hadn't seen her since she had recovered from her comatose five months ago, but during those five months, every second of his waking hour was filled with thoughts of that purple head girl. Even during his classes and at night as he lay down to sleep, she's all he can think about.
And his dreams, all have Kirisawa Fuuko in it.
He's been away since he had already started his first year in Tokyo University Faculty of Law.
But aside from that, and much to his frustration, Fuuko's doctor has recommended that he give her some room to recover first since the accident must have caused trauma and any reminder of events prior to that might trigger a negative effect on her. To make matters worst, even the gang had agreed that his presence is detrimental to Fuuko. Sakoshita Yanagi has even advised him to let Fuuko heal emotionally first.
Although he had finally admitted his feelings for Fuuko, she was still hurt by his words before the accident happened.
Nothing could have kept him away, if not for that.
Of course, as much as he would like to be with Fuuko, if his presence will bring more distress to her, he would much rather suffer.
Fuuko must come first, above anything else.
But of course, he still compromised.
He wasn't about to sit still and wait for Fuuko to eventually forgive without him doing anything. So he tried to do as much as he can, which was only to send flowers, teddy bears, and letters.
And although he wasn't expecting anything from Fuuko in response to his actions, he had still felt utter disappointment that he hadn't heard anything from her.
Even when he checks on her condition, he had to call Yanagi instead.
But it hardly gives him peace of mind.
He wanted to hear her voice and see her for himself that she is really well and recovering.
Tokiya sighed loudly as he parked his car at the hospital parking lot.
He got out, sighed again to calm his racing heart, and went inside the hospital, holding a bouquet of flowers.
But much to his annoyance, the nurse at the reception told him that Fuuko had been released from the hospital a month ago.
Why didn't anyone inform me? He thought in annoyance as he flipped his cell phone and pressed the shortcut to Yanagi's number.
She's not answering, so he tried calling Hanabishi Recca but also got the same result.
He immediately drove to Fuuko's house and when he got there, her father answered the door.
He had a weird expression on his face when he saw Tokiya and informed him that Fuuko is in school, attending special classes for the summer in order to keep up with the subjects she had missed during her confinement.
Tokiya bowed and excused himself as he got in his car and drove again.
When he got there, the school grounds were deserted but he still decided to wait outside the school gate for Fuuko.
He felt butterflies in his stomach as he imagined what is to happen once he sees Fuuko.
He didn't exactly have a plan as to what he was going to say.
He had just wanted to hold her and never let go.
A few minutes had passed, which seemed like hours, and still he waited.
When he heard rustling of leaves, he turned towards the school gate and thought that time has stopped.
It's her.
His heart skipped a beat as he completely immersed himself to the wonderful sight that was nearing the school gate.
Her purple hair had grown long and pulled back in a messy ponytail.
Her emerald eyes are as bright as ever and her stance as confident as he remembered.
Looking at her now almost made him wonder if the accident has really taken place.
But he knew it did because it had left a deep mark in his heart, which could only be healed by that woman whose smile had always caused him to melt into a puddle of mush deep inside.
Their eyes met…it felt like an eternity…
…and then Fuuko looked away as if she didn't see him.
He was stunned beyond words as he saw from his side vision Fuuko casually walking pass him without as much as acknowledging his presence.
Has she yet to forgive me?
Tokiya wondered, finally turning to watch her back with perplexity mixed with dread.
He didn't know what to do, whether to run after her and confess or give her time to forgive him first before trying to discuss the matters.
He debated with himself for a while before finally deciding to follow her.
He had promised himself that he will never let another chance pass him by.
Five months are enough.
He couldn't stand to be away from her longer than that.
When he finally caught up with her, his blood boiled seeing her surrounded by a group of guys, some he recognized have had brawls with Fuuko before.
But something inside him smirked at the thought.
Back to picking fights again? Expect Fuuko to miss that after being confined at the hospital for 4 months.
As he was on his way to help her, he watched in amazement as she threw punches swiftly, also expertly avoiding any attacks thrown her way.
Nothing has changed.
When he got to where she is, he lent her a hand to knocking out those blasted idiots, who certainly never learned their lessons about messing with Fuuko.
It didn't take long for those idiots to realize that they absolutely have no way of winning against two skilled fighters. So they scurried away, screaming unintelligible words.
As Tokiya dusted off his clothes, Fuuko looked at him with slight disapproval.
"I didn't ask for your help." She said, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow.
Tokiya smiled genuinely at her as he straightened up his pants and polo shirt.
"But I guess I still owe you thanks." Fuuko added before he could come up with an argument to her accusation.
"You're welcome." Tokiya replied as he picked up Fuuko's bag, which she had thrown carelessly when she fought, and handed it to her.
Fuuko took it gratefully and smiled.
"Hey, you were the one who was standing outside the school gate just moments ago, right?"
Tokiya crossed his eyebrows in bewilderment, wondering why she still ignored him if she had noticed him all along. And she certainly didn't look like she's holding any grudge against him.
"Yes, I was actually beginning to wonder if you had ignored me intentionally." He answered, almost sheepish.
Fuuko gave him a weird look before shrugging.
"Were you waiting for someone?"
Tokiya huffed and looked at her incredulously. "Isn't it obvious? I was waiting for you."
Fuuko took a step back and looked suspiciously at him. "Me?"
Tokiya stared at her in confusion.
He tried to detect any signs that she was joking but all he could see on her face is suspicion and disorientation.
"Fuuko—"
Fuuko soundlessly gasped and took a step back, staring at Tokiya with eyes wide in disbelief.
"How do you know my name?" She demanded.
"Wha--?" Tokiya couldn't finish.
He couldn't think straight as dread started to fill his gut.
She--she doesn't recognize me…?
He took a step forward but Fuuko retaliated by taking another step backward and slightly croaching to a defensive pose.
"Don't—! Don't come any closer!" She whispered hoarsely.
Tokiya's face crumpled at her rejection, "Why?"
Confusion and worry filled Fuuko's eyes as her eyebrows crossed and slowly shook her head.
"Because I don't know you."
At that moment, Tokiya's world stopped.
A/N: Wahhhhhhh!!!!! Fuuko has amnesia, what's going to happen to our dear Michan now? Leave me a review so that I'll make it good, okay? By the way, this is sort of influenced by Tsubasa Chronicles, which I'm so loving right now. Wahhhhhhh!!!! Poor Syaoran! Anyway, reviews guys! Thanks so much!