"So did anything happen in English?" A small girl with long red hair slammed her locker close. "Hm?" Makoto glanced at his friend. She was around 5'4 feet. Her long red hair reached down to her lower back. It seemed to shine even in the dullest days. Her cheeks glowed deep red in the cold. "You know nothing happens in class Akane."

She laughed, her voice was sweet and childish. "Other than you always getting raped? Silly Makoto, everything always happens to you."

He rolled his eyes at his friend. True, the jocks at his school always tease him for looking like a girl. But they never did anything that close. He winced, he remembered a time where he was in the Locker room. They were close, very close. He vaguely remembers his shirt being forced off of him. He remembers the jocks forcing his hands down, a bandana wrapped around his mouth. He remember someone though, who forced the jocks off of him. He memorized the faint glow of a design. The same one as his plush doll.

"Makoto!"

"What? Oh right, sorry." He shook his head, no point in trying to recall now. That was in the past. He was sure it wasn't going to happen again.

"Do you want to go by the park again? Maybe the guy at the Café stand will be there again." Akane smiled as the held the books close to her chest.

"Well if that happens then I'm going to need some money. I wasted most of it on the hot chocolate." Makoto warned her carefully. The local park hand many small stores scattered around it. There used to be many Popsicle stands around, but its been replaced by Café stands, Tea stands and many other warm drinks and food. Three days ago, Akane and Makoto went to a Café stand and wasted most of their money on drinks and food.

Akane made a fan motion with her hand, "There's something called a job Makoto."

They both began to walk past the students through the hallways. "Yes, but there's also something called 'Advance classes' Akane."

She laughed, and Makoto smiled. Her laughter was always sweet and full of life. "Hey, English v2 is very hard." she complained. "I don't know why I bothered taking it now."

"You said you were going to America one day." Makoto pointed out. She rolled her eyes, "Yea, yea…"

"Please! Stop it!"

Makoto and Akane both froze and glanced at each other. A student yelling out? Makoto glanced around. They're were close to the last floor, so not a lot of students were around.

"Stop it!" the girl desperately called out.

Both Makoto and Akane walked towards the small corner that led to a turn in the hallway. That's when they it. One of the school jocks were harassing a freshman student.

"Come on, why are you so shy like that?" Makoto's eyes widen when he saw the jock's hand go up the girl's skirt.

"Makoto lets leave." Akane urged as she tugged on his sweater's sleeve.

"We can't just go Akane." he whispered harshly.

"Well what do you want us-" before she can finish, Makoto had already reached into his bag and pulled out a large pen imported from America.

"Stupid! You can't-"

Makoto stepped out and threw the pen straight at the jock's head. He guy winced and turned around. "Makoto!" he yelled. He let go of the girl and ran down the hallway, towards him.

"Shit! Run Makoto!" Akane grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hall.

"You idiot! Why'd you do that? You could've waited for someone else to come around. But no! Let Makoto save the day!" she breathed it out as they began to ran down the stairs.

"I couldn't just let him do that to her!" Makoto said, grabbing onto the railing as he ran down the stairs.

"Makoto! Don't think you're able to run away now."

Makoto winced at threat.

"You dumb Fat head! Leave us alone!" Akane yelled at the jock. Makoto could hear the footsteps of the jock coming closer. "Akane!" he hissed. "I know, damn it." she gasped out. Makoto saw the front exit coming closer.

"Open!" Akane yelled as she kicked the door open. Makoto felt the cool breeze of the air brush against his face. They were getting close to the front gates. "Makoto! Lets go to my house, I don't think he'll come near there." Akane gasped out.

They both made it to the front gates, and were about to turn left until Makoto felt a strong hand wrap around his wrist.

"I don't think that would work as well." The voice was a bit dull, bored, but it had a small musical note to it.

Akane stopped at Makoto's side. "And you are?"

"Minoru."

Akane glanced uneasily at Makoto.

"Don't worry, me and Makoto go back to Junior school." Minoru reassured.

Makoto finally glanced at him, he gasped. It was the same boy who stood here earlier in the day. He was still wearing his long sweater. Makoto looked up in his eyes. They were tired eyes, eyes that have seen everything and are tired of looking. His face was calm and collect. Makoto looked down, the guy wasn't wearing any gloves. He felt Akane's glove fabric wrap around his hand. "I don't think we'll need your help." she said with full authority.

"Perhaps, but if its to save Makoto from the boy who's going to probably do worse than punch him." Minoru said calmly. Makoto felt Akane's hand slip from his. "Makoto…" she whispered. He nodded, signaling his friends for his safety. Akane looked at Minoru's face, marking everything into her mind, then she finally left. Minoru began to pull Makoto away from the school. He panicked, they were going towards his house.

"Wait!" Makoto yelled. He put most of his weight on his heels, making Minoru drag him through the street.

"What?" Minoru said in a lazy voice.

"How do you know about the jock chasing us? How do you know where I live?" Makoto's voice begin to rise. If the guy called Minoru knew where he lived, then Makoto would have to yell. That means Minoru was a stalker.

"Hm, I can't believe you don't even remember me." Minoru replied with a small smile, as if laughing from an inside joke.

"Am I suppose to?" Makoto questioned, narrowing his eyes.

Minoru stopped, but his grip on Makoto's wrist was still firm. "What are you doing?" Minoru's voice was low, dangerous. Makoto shivered, but he noticed that Minoru wasn't looking at him. He was looking behind him. Makoto turned his head, only to see the jock with his mouth open. "If you intend to harm Makoto-kun here, then I'm afraid I'll have to stop you." Minoru pulled Makoto to his side and stepped in front of him; shielding Makoto with his body. The jock stepped back, glaring for a short while at Makoto, then he turned around and ran away. Makoto sighed, only one part of the danger was gone. Minoru began to walk towards the house, pulling Makoto with him.

"Tell me who you are!" Makoto asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I said my name was Minoru. You don't believe me?" He asked.

Makoto tried to jerk his hand away, but his grip was to strong. "Let me go!" he finally yelled. At the moment, Minoru finally let go of his wrist. Makoto stared at his back for awhile. His head was down, his hair covering his eyes. Makoto sense that he hurt him.

"I-I'm sorry." he stammered. Makoto reached out, a sudden urge to comfort him waved through him. But he let his hand fall.

"Ah…thank you though." he finally managed to say. Makoto stepped in front of him and began to run to his house. He turned the familiar corner and ran down the street. He felt bad, yelling at the guy who just saved him from the jock. But too many questions ran through his head. Why was he in front of the school? How did he know his name? How did he know the jock was chasing them? Why did he saved him? But most importantly, Why can't Makoto remember who he is? He burst open his front door.

"I'm home!" he managed to say out loud. He kicked off his shoes and set them close to the door. He paused, no reply from his parents. He shook his head. No point, they're most likely busy with something else. He walked towards his stairs. He was mentally tired. He forced his feet up the stairs. He knew he would have to call Akane to make sure he was home. He lowered his head as he opened his bedroom door. Makoto closed his door and locked it, he doesn't want his little sister running into his room. He froze. He heard the familiar squeak of his chair. He slowly raised his head, his eyes widen.

"It took you awhile to get here, even though you ran here."

Minoru stood up from the chair. Makoto saw that he wore a black t-shirt with white sleeves. Loose black pants with a purple lining. The shirt had a design. A musical note, engulfed in a faint purple flame. Makoto backed away as he came closer. His fingertips traced the surface of the bookshelf. He gasped when he fell on his bed. Minoru stood in front of him.

"What do you want?" Makoto asked in a weak voice.

Minoru said nothing. He raised his hand and brushed Makoto's hair from his forehead. His fingertips touched his head.

"What are you-" Makoto was stop when he felt a sudden pain pierce through his body. His hands jerked up and wrapped around Minoru's wrist.

"Remember." Minoru finally said.