She woke up.
She was in a bed. Her sheets were white. Her eyes were green. Her legs were cold.
These were the things she could figure out on her own.
Her name was Toyama Kazuha. She was seventeen. She had lots of good friends. There were tears on her face.
These were the things she had needed help on.
He had burst into the room at one point or another, looking worried and relived at once, which she found quite amusing. His skin was darker than hers and she marveled at that fact.
"Kazuha! Kazuha, are you okay? How-how's your head?" He asked, his voice getting progressively softer.
She looked at him blankly. "My...head?" she said at length.
"You got hit on the head, Kazuha." He supplied and she raised her fingers to brush against her forehead. A bandage was covering it and her temple throbbed painfully as she reminded it that it was hurt.
"Ow. I guess I did." She said, smiling at him lightly. "How do you know my name?"
He gaped at her. "Kazuha, it's me, your best friend, Hattori Heiji!"
"Hei....ji?" she said and he nodded.
"You remember me, right?" he said and she shook her head before wincing.
"No. I-I don't remember anything. I looked at the cards. My name's Kazuha, right?" she said, motioning towards the 'Get Well' cards her friends had sent her.
Heiji sighed and stepped closer to her. "Yes, your name is Kazuha. I'm....sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, Kazuha. Your mother died in an accident this morning and you injured your head. You father says, since he can bear no more children without is Queen, you are to be wed within the month."
Kazuha looked at him with wide, frightened eyes. "My mother was the Queen?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, 'Zuha." He said and the nickname sounded nice on his lips.
"I don't understand. I'm scared." She said, curling into herself.
He sat on the other side of the bed and hesitantly put an arm around her shoulders. "Kazuha? You have to get married. So, would you like to get married to me?"
She looked up. "I'm the Princess?" she asked and he nodded. "Princesses have to marry Princes."
He grinned. "You really can't remember me. I am a prince, silly. Me and you, we're best friends. It won't be too bad, if we can put up with each other 16/7 then we could probably stand another 8 hours with each other a day. Besides, you're not so bad."
"Do you love me?" she asked and he sputtered and blushed.
"I, um....Maybe?" he offered.
"Maybe?" she asked.
"I don't know. I know that I can't stand it when you aren't around, drives me crazy. And a million other things about you. They say that's love. I wouldn't know. I've never been in love." He admitted honestly.
"Hmm, me neither, I think." She said before facing him determinedly.
"What are you doing?" he asked cautiously.
She leaned forward and kissed him soundly on the lips. He squawked but didn't pull away. She finally leaned back.
"Okay, I'll marry you." She said. "But, while were at it, can we try and get my memories back too? I'd like to remember you."
Heiji sputtered for another moment before he regained enough sense to answer her. "Ah, sure. Whatever you say, Kazuha."