Pinkshuchan: LALIHO! Hey, it's Pinkshuchan. Last chapter, Akihiko fought the next Damonen Knight, Kaoruko. It resulted with him falling off a cliff. However, he miraculously survived. What will happen to him? We will find out. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 12

Angel of the Flower Garden

He woke up, staring at the clear blue sky and the white fluffy clouds that were going by. A few birds flew by in his sight. He sat up to look at his surrounding and ended up staring in awe.

He was in some sort of wide, natural flower garden in the middle of tall, stone walls of the cliffs. The flowers were a variety of types and colours, forming a rainbow on the ground, but still separated enough to see the fresh, bright green grass. Among evergreen trees were cherry blossom trees, magnolia trees, and any other tree with flowers, not to mention some fruit trees. The sound of a river could be heard close by. Never in his life had he ever seen such a beautiful garden and so natural looking.

His mazement with the garden was interrupted when a soft singing voice echoed in the cool, fresh air. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he followed the direction of the voice. He was right in assuming there was a river, which appeared before him filled with water lilies. It was obvious this garden really had a love of all flowers. But he didn't know that he was about to see the most beautiful sight of all from this garden.

There was definitely someone else in the garden other than him. He was too far away to figure out who it was but all he could tell was that the figure appeared to be walking among the river while singing. He moved closer but not close enough to be noticed. Judging by what he could see, he guessed that the figure was a young woman.

The young woman walked among the river, singing her little tune and carrying a bouquet of pink roses, when a few small creatures ran to her, carrying more pink roses. She knelt down and accepted the roses, bringing them together to make a bigger bouquet. She knelt down to the ground, putting the roses down, and pulling out what looked like a ribbon. She tied the bouquet together while still singing her soft tune. Once it was tied together, she laid down on the grass and chuckled before rolling over onto her stomach. The little creatures came over to her and she pet them. She then stood back up and twirled around while laughing.

It was time for a closer look. He slowly moved closer, making sure not to alarm the girl. However, she still caught sight of him when she stopped twirling around. She gasped when she saw him and stood still. He too stood still, taking in the sight of the girl before him and her appearance.

She was very young. Her light skin appeared soft to the touch. He noticed the fact that she was barefoot, but figured that was her way of being true to the surroundings. She wore a long pink loincloth styled skirt with a golden trim around her waist. A pink halter top with a gold strap around her neck hid her flat chest, pretty flat for a girl, and exposed her midriff, making her small curves even more noticeable. Darker pink bands covered her entire wrists and a hair band made of light pink flowers rested perfectly in her long chocolate locks that reached all the way down her back. And her face; her face had to be her most beautiful feature. A heart shaped face with blushed cheeks, lips like the petals of the pink roses she was picking, and her eyes, oh her eyes. Her eyes were basically big, emerald dew drops. It would be hard to believe that she was not an angel.

Her face, which looked surprised at first, began looking relieved. "You woke up," she spoke, "Thank goodness," It shocked him to see tears fall down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. You fell from the sky and appeared unconscious. You still reacted when I touched so I knew you couldn't be dead. But even after I healed your wounds, you wouldn't break out of your unconscious state. By still being unconscious after being healed, I assumed you were going to…" She didn't continue, but rather cried harder.

His heart skipped a beat. He walked closer to her and pulled her close. He felt like he needed to comfort her. She just stood there, letting her tears fall, as he held her. "Please stop crying," he told her softly. She only shook her head against his chest. He looked down at her. Never had he seen anything so beautiful; something that would make his heart beat so fast. He ended up doing something completely shocking.

He held her chin, raised her head up so she was looking at him, and kissed her. Her emerald eyes widened at the sudden action but yet she didn't try to push him away. She just stood there as he kissed her. When he pulled back, she just stared at him, her face turning red.

"W-What was that about?!" she asked, "Y-You just kissed me! We just met!"

"I thought this would help you stop crying," he replied.

"B-But… we can't!" she pushed him away, but considering the difference in size, she was not successful.

"Why not?"

"It's just… it's not something two guys can do!"

"Two guys?" What was she talking about? But now that he thought about it, never had he seen a girl that flat chested unless at a young age. But this 'girl' appeared to be a young adult. Not only that, her voice, although high pitched, still sounded like a male voice.

The one in front of him was a boy.

And yet, it didn't really bother him. He didn't seem to care about the gender of the person in front of him, but how beautiful they were.

"Two guys can kiss," he explained, "It-!"

Before he said another word, his stomach began to growl. The girl… boy… noticed this. "I'm sorry!" he apologized, "You must be hungry! Wait here; I'll go get you something!" The boy ran off before anything else can be said between them, as if avoiding that topic of conversation.

He came back with some apples. It wasn't a high class meal, but it was better than nothing. He took a bite. The apples tasted better than any he had ever tasted before. These apples were juicier and the taste was sweeter. He savoured it in his mouth as the boy watched him.

"I'm sorry to ask this," said the boy, "But may I ask how you got your wounds when you fell?"

He stared at the boy. "I… had wounds? I fell?"

The boy raised an eyebrow. "Yeah," he replied, "Were you in a fight with someone? And what about your clothes? You don't look like you are from Erden."

"I… was in a fight? Not… from Erden? I'm from… I…" He tried to think. "I… I can't remember…"

This was serious. "Can't you remember anything?" The boy covered his mouth. "I'm sorry if I'm pushing this."

"It's fine. Truth it… I can't remember anything. Not even my own name." He looked over at a silver creature with long ears and violet eyes looking at him. He stared at the creature in awe. "What type of creature is this?"

"It's a rabbit," said the boy, "Have you never seen a rabbit before?"

"A rabbit? It looks like me. Does that mean I'm a rabbit too?"

"You look nothing alike. You are human."

"Yes, but we have the same hair and eyes. Maybe, if I was a rabbit, this would be what I look like."

The boy sighed. "You are really weird, Usagi."

"Usagi?"

"If you're set on thinking you're related to that rabbit, you might as well have a name that fits. Besides, I have to call you something if you don't remember your real name."

Usagi smiled. "I guess so. I am Usagi for now. But what about you? Do you have a name? Or do you not remember as well?"

The boy blushed. "Of course I remember!" he snapped, "But… you'd probably laugh."

The silver haired man laughed. "Come on, it can't be as silly as Usagi."

There was only silence for a bit. The boy hugged his legs close to his chest while avoiding looking at Usagi. The older man couldn't help but keep his eyes on the boy. Never in his life had he ever seen anyone so beautiful. Then again, he didn't remember anyone else. Even so, he had a feeling he never anyone like this boy.

The boy looked over at Usagi. "My name… is Misaki."

Usagi's eyes sparkled at the name. "Misaki," he whispered, "Beautiful."

The boy, Misaki, blushed once again before looking away. "Sh-Shut up!"

It only received a chuckle from Usagi. It felt weird; like it was the first time he would actually laugh about something. His face fell right afterwards.

Misaki looked back at him. "Did I something wrong?"

Usagi shook his head. "No, it's not you," he replied, "It's just I've never smiled let alone laughed like this before. I can't remember… but I can tell that this is the first time."

"Have you really never smiled? At least you must have felt happy."

But the silver haired man continued to shake his head. "For some reason, I feel happier not remembering anything about my past. It's like it's something horrible in my life that I want to forget."

"I don't think not remembering your past is a good thing, no matter how depressing it was," he voiced his opinion, "We all go through a lot of tough times, but I think that it just builds who you truly are." He held his legs closer. "It's strange; I can't remember myself how long it's been since I've been able to talk to anyone like this."

Usagi stared at Misaki. "How come? You're really nice to talk to."

Misaki gave a slight blush before lowering his head. "I kinda… stand out among a crowd. I could try to fit in... but people become aware of me and although they will talk with me, it's not one of those comfortable talks. People get really nervous of me. They think I'm too naïve to notice but I can tell that they just worry about what will happen when they talk with me. Not even my friends will talk with me casually anymore."

The silver haired man wanted so badly to hug the boy. However, he was afraid if this would be the same as the last time. No, Misaki didn't mind it when he hugged him. It was only the kiss that got him all flustered. He leaned over to Misaki and held him in his arms. Misaki was frozen in the older man's arms.

"Just to let you know," Misaki began, "I'm not crying. So don't try to kiss me again."

Usagi chuckled. "I know you're not. Do you not like being kissed?"

"It's… We've just met. And we're both guys."

"Then will you let me kiss you when we know each other better? Two guys kissing isn't really unusual."

"How about… as soon as you get your memories back… I may consider it."

Usagi pulled back. "I just need to get my memories back?"

Misaki kept trying to avoid Usagi's gaze. "Well, we both don't know who you really are. How can I accept a k-kiss from someone I don't know well?"

The silver haired man smiled. "Alright," he replied, "Let's try to get my memories back!"

As Usagi stood up, Misaki looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "All it took was that to want your memories back?" He sighed. "You really are weird," He too stood up and began walking. "Maybe someone from my village may know. I'm sure some of them may know by your appearance. Let's go!"

"Wait!" Usagi called out before Misaki ran too far, "How far is your village?"

Misaki looked back at him. "It's a couple of hours away. So that I don't-!" Before he could continue, his face changed to fright. "Oh no! I completely forgot! I was supposed to be back home to my village yesterday! I was so busy taking care of you that I forgot that a day had passed since you fell from the sky. We have to hurry."

Usagi walked behind the boy. "Why the rush? It's not that big a deal that you were away from your village for a whole day, right?"

The boy's frightened expression turned a more nervous one. "Um… it's hard to explain. Come on! We really need to hurry."

And so, Usagi followed Misaki through a tunnel under the cliffs that led to the exit, covered with long vines filled with leaves hanging like curtains. He may have left the beautiful garden, but he left it with the angel alongside him.

Pinkshuchan: And cue in the fangirl screams. Yes, Misaki is finally in the story, making everyone, including myself, cry for joy. Will 'Usagi' get his memories back? What will happen once he does? Read and Review everyone!