A/N: Happy FAMILY DAY!

Disclaimer: Lilac does NOT own GH.

Emiko's POV:

I was swimming in darkness. No, scratch that; I was drowning. Everywhere I seemingly looked, there was black.

It was, to me, a soothing colour. Most people at the mention of black thought of darkness and loneliness. I, on the other hand, thought of the dark, night skies. And a certain teenager's pitch-black hair.

Suddenly, the black world became invaded by flashes of colour. Words echoed throughout my ears, all somewhat familiar. Where has something like this happened before?

"You need to go...now...SAVE HER ANNA!"

"Don't try to hard. You'll blow a gasket."

"You have a sister, Emi."

"After everything your parents did for you?"

"Hello?"

"What do you suggest I do?"

"DAMN IT!"

"Mai has Naru, you have me..."

I screamed out, the vast amount of words and the kaleidoscope of colours becoming too much for my head to handle. Why was this all coming back to me?

Clutching my head, I fell to my knees, then pitched forward yet again and fell face-flat onto the cold, barren floor.

Snickers, laughter, crying, yelling...all of it.

"No! NO! NOO!" I yelled, writhing. Then, it all stopped. Silence filled the Black World, calming me down, yet I felt different. Then, realization dawned on me.

I could clearly remember the conversation I had with Naru about his feelings towards Mai. I could remember Anna telling me I had a sister. I could remember.

"E..Em...EMI...EMIKO!" Someone was calling me name, over and over, like a broken record. Opening my eyes with extreme difficulty, I gazed up into the sapphire-blue orbs that churned with anxiety.

"Gene?" I called out, my voice hoarse.

"I'm right here, Em." He gripped my hand hard, his voice soft and...caring? Loving? Then I remembered I had to tell him I had my memories back.

"Gene! I got my memories back!" I cried out, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Really that's great..." He sounded off, but somewhat glad nonetheless. My eyebrows furrowed; wasn't he happy for me?

"What's wrong?" I asked, pouting.

"I...eh...do you remember anything that happened after you awoke?" He asked, letting go of my hand. Despite the darkness, I could hear him scurry off some distance from me. I frowned; why was he acting this way?

"Yes...you kissed me..." I trailed off, a slight hue of pink now covering my cheeks. Thank god it was dark. No, wait. Thank the crappy electricity provider; though, it might not be their fault given circumstances...I mean, not every house has a madman on the loose inside of it...as far as I knew, anyways.

"Oh, you remember." He sounded relieved, and a few seconds later I felt him grab my hand again.

"Hah, you thought I wouldn't?" I smirked, looking in his general direction.

"Shut up. A man's heart and feelings are not to be messed with." He whined, smacking my arm with his free hand. I laughed, the noise echoing through the...wait, what?

"Gene..." My voice dangerously calm. "Explain to me WHY we're locked in a closet."

I could literally feel his panic.

"Eh...um...well...er...it's locked?", he offered, unhelpfully. I found myself face-palming.

"Gene." I started to answer, carefully. "You have something called PK."

"Well, I know. But, um, I didn't want to wake you.", he answered. I sighed; well, at least he was being honest.

"Okay." I replied, before activating my dormant PK. Watching, in slight awe, as it came alive in my palms.

"PK is a beautiful, dangerous thing." Gene commented, almost as if he read my mind. I nodded absentmindedly, before launching the PK at the door. Upon impact, the door flew off the hinges, hitting a wall with a loud, echoing 'smack'.

"Nice." Gene grinned, before getting off the floor and offering me a hand.

"Always the gentleman, I see." I giggled, before interlacing our fingers and hoisting myself onto my feet.

"Of course." Gene wiggled his eyebrows comically.

Together, hand in hand, we walked down the hallway, shrouded by darkness. The hallways seemed to twist and go on forever, but we didn't let that bring our spirits down. To help us see, I kept a palm of PK alive, the crackles and sizzles barely audible over our mindless chatter and consistent laughter.

Mai's POV:

It felt as if my whole body was being burnt by flames, slowly but surely. I tried to scream out, but it was almost as if my throat had closed out, allowing no sound to pass. Why was I feeling like this?

"M..Mai!" Someone was calling my name, again and again and again, but I couldn't respond. It hurt to even OPEN my mouth, let alone try and attempt to use it. Then, it all faded away. The pain, the flashes of bright colours, everything. Left in its place was black. Inky blackness that seemed to be everywhere.

"H..help..." I managed to whisper, shockingly. Then, with a bright flash, I was back in the...emergency room?

"She has to wake up soon, doesn't she?" I heard someone whisper, brokenly. Were they talking about me?

"Of course, don't be ridiculous!" Someone else retorted, most likely in response to the question.

"H..he..hello?" I choked out, breathing heavily. It still hurt it talk, badly. I heard chairs scraping, maybe even one falling back against the aluminum flooring.

"Mai!" Bou-san cried out, joyous.

"You're awake!" Yasu added, grinning with...relief? Why relief?

"H-How...long was I...o-o-out?" I asked, my voice hoarse with either non-use or pain. Possibly both.

As if sensing my discomfort, Ayako grabbed a cup of water and helped pour it down my parched throat. Gulping it down, I felt my throat reopening, the dryness dispersing.

"Thanks." I said with a smile once the water was all gone. Ayako gave me a tight-lipped smile, before pulling back to stand beside Bou-san.

"How long was I out?" I asked, now recovering and alert. They looked between each other, uncomfortable looks on their faces, before John decided to answer.

"About 5 hours, Mai.", he said quietly, his eyes downcast.

"Long enough for Naru to-" Yasu began, but was cut off.

"YOU IDIOT, HE SAID NOT TO TELL HER!" Bou-san yelled, glaring at Yasu.

"Not to tell me what?" I asked, concern brewing at the very pit of my stomach. Nobody answered.

"NOT TO TELL ME WHAT!" I yelled, angered. How dare they try and hide something like this from me!

"He's trying to take down Seika by himself, Mai." Masako informed me, her eyes hardening considerably. Those words were all it took to get me up and running through the hospital, ignoring the world. All I could think about is the last time Naru used his PK.

A/N: WRITING ON A WHIM. WRITING ON A WHIM. BRAIN CIRCUIT OVERLOAD! *explodes*

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