Washed Up

A/N: set directly after the last log, Momo gets amnesia!

Authors: Celianna (Momo), Happiestwhen (Kaidoh) & Lurk (Oishi)

Rating: T

Events leading up to this log:
- Kaidoh takes Momo back to his hut, where he is unconscious for the rest of the day

Date: June 9, 2012

The wind was howling through the cracks of the bamboo pipes, and the sound of waves washing up on shore filled his ears. He had to wonder what kind of idiot did such a shoddy job at building a wall with bamboo, that he was able to hear all of the outside sounds. Then he started to wonder why he was even in such a house, and he looked around. He was in bed, a blanket covering him, there was a pit of fire in the middle of the room, and another heap of blankets in the corner.

He blinked a few times. This ... didn't look familiar. In fact, he felt like a stranger in this house; was it his house? Was it someone else's? He tried to remember, but he's not digging up any kind of memories. Until he realized he's not digging up any memories at all.

The black haired boy stood up from the bed, and he felt his head hurting as he did. Ow, it felt like he was hit by a bulldozer or something. It really hurt! What was he doing before he woke up?

Hmm ...

He looked around some more, and concluded people lived in this badly built bamboo shack, but there was no one there. Maybe he hit his head earlier, and someone found him and brought him back here to take care of him. Well, that's nice of them, he should probably go find them and say thank you. Maybe they know what happened.

Without another thought, the young man walked towards the door (well, it looked like a door, but it had no lock, and was very crudely crafted), and opened it up. He was immediately met by the blinding sun and the horizon of the ocean. Oh, so it was a beach shack. No wonder he could hear the ocean waves from here. It was a nice and sunny day as well, though the sun was making his eyes hurt, and he felt a small headache coming up.

He stepped outside, and only now he realized he wasn't wearing shoes. Oh well, walking across sand barefoot was probably a better idea than getting sand in his shoes. Noticing fresh footprints in the sand, he realized he wasn't alone after all, and decided to follow them, all the way alongside the shore. He was far away from the shack by now, at an almost secluded place on the beach, and then he noticed a figure standing in the ocean, holding a spear, and stabbing at the water like some kind of hulligan.

The black haired man placed on a gentle smile; this was probably the person who helped him out. He walked closer, until his feet were in the water as well, and called out to him.

"Hello," he said in a friendly voice. "Are you the one who brought me back to the shack?"

Kaidoh froze in place. He was shocked to hear Momoshiro's voice, mostly because, well, wasn't he supposed to be unconscious? And now he was up and about and intruding on Kaidoh's secret fishing time. And instead of hollering out an insult in his big annoying voice and sounding smug like he'd caught Kaidoh in the act, he sounded... cheerful? Actually, he kind of sounded confused. But that had to be some kind of trick.

Kaidoh wasn't falling for it. He was too proud and too stubborn to have Momoshiro find out that he hadn't caught anything yet again, despite the fact that he'd been out half the day trying to get something to feed Momoshiro whenever he finally woke up. If he woke up. A part of Kaidoh was terrified than maybe he wouldn't. Kite had hit him pretty hard. But Momoshiro had hit his head so many times and somehow always bounced back. Maybe he was like a cockroach, unable to be killed, and just as annoying.

Kaidoh immediately flung the spear away, making a mental note of where it landed in the sandy ocean bed so he could come back and retrieve it later, and turned around to face Momoshiro.

"Well, I see you're up," said Kaidoh, trying to sound casual.

The black haired man brushed the hair away from his eyes and looked up at the person in front of him. He didn't recognize him, though he's sure he'd remember him now. He looked kind of scary, kind of dangerous. Small eyes, a glaring and unwelcome expression on his face, and a pirate's bandana secured over his head.

"Yes, I am," he replied. "Were you fishing right now?" he asked curiously. Though he had to wonder why the other man threw the spear away when he approached him. Maybe he did it to not scare him off, which was actually very kind of him.

"Good," Kaidoh replied, thinking that Momoshiro was playing this whole innocent act a little too well. Shouldn't he be laughing at him by now? Momoshiro wasn't really giving him anything to work with at all, and it was kind of confusing. Maybe he was building up to something good. Or maybe he'd been possessed by one of the ghosts Kaidoh was sure was still lurking on that ship and this wasn't Momoshiro at all.

Kaidoh shuddered.

"Why..." he said after a moment, words careful and drawn out, "would I be fishing?" He watched Momoshiro's face for a reaction, expecting an explosion of mocking accusations.

He shrugged. "I don't know—is it your hobby, or something? Or are you trying to get some food?"

Kaidoh's mind reeled. Had Momoshiro gone insane? What the hell was going on? Why was he acting like he didn't know Kaidoh at all? Because if he knew Kaidoh, he'd know Kaidoh damn well didn't fish.

"Momoshiro?" Kaidoh asked. "You feeling all right?"

What's Momoshiro? Some kind of catch phrase? "Hmm, my head hurts," he said instead. "Like I got hit real hard. Do you know what happened to me?"

Shit, Kaidoh thought. He must have blacked out and forgotten the whole fight! Kaidoh took a few steps forward in the water until he was close enough to Momoshiro to reach out and touch his head, where a pretty nasty bruise had flared up. "Kite happened," he said seriously. "He knocked you out cold."

Blinking at the other man's hand on his head, he wondered who Kite was. "Oh. Is he dangerous?" he asked instead. That much was obvious; anyone who could knock someone out cold was dangerous. "Is he still here?" he asked afterwards. He didn't really want to be hanging around people who would knock him to the head so hard, he didn't remember anything from it.

Kaidoh gave Momoshiro his are-you-seriously-this-dumb look and said flatly, "He's gone now. He would probably have gone earlier but you, like a moron, wanted to pick a fight with him. Do you seriously not remember any of that?!"

He decided he did not like this man, who was calling him a moron and yelling at him with those scary eyes. He backed off, so that the hand slipped away from his head. "No, I don't. I don't remember," he said in a much more serious voice. In fact, he didn't remember anything. Where he was, what had happened, who this guy was, and most importantly … he didn't know who he was himself.

"I don't remember anything. "

"Shit," Kaidoh said, out loud this time. This was not good. "Okay, Momoshiro, think. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Hmm … The sounds of the wind howling through the bamboo shack. It's not really that well built, you know. Did you build it?"

Kaidoh stared at him open-mouthed and dumbfounded. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Nothing before that? Nothing?!" Kaidoh sort of felt like punching Momoshiro in the face. Maybe that would jog his memory.

"Uhm …" He tried, real hard, to remember anything else, but came up with nothing. "Oh!" he suddenly exclaimed. "There was a cat clawing at my arm before I woke up. Yeah, I think it was a cat. Is it yours?"

Kaidoh threw up his hands in frustration and let out a long hiss. "You idiot, that's Karupin. What the hell is wrong with you?"

The man flinched back, startled at that weird hissing noise emerging from the other one. He looked threatening, like he was about to hit him, and after feeling what it felt like to be punched once already, he didn't really want to go for a second time. He also really didn't like being called an idiot.

"I think … I'm gonna go now," he said, uneasy and glancing up at the other with worried and fearful eyes. He was starting to feel unsafe in this man's presence.

"What the fuck, Momoshiro," Kaidoh growled. It was really unnerving to see him looking scared, possibly even terrified, of him. "Snap out of it."

There's that word again; Momoshiro. Maybe it was a kind of insult, some slang word he'd never heard of. Not that he would remember either way … But he decided it was probably for the best if he walked away. Maybe find other people. More friendlier. Someone who didn't spout insults every time they opened their mouths.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna …" he looked around, not quite sure where he was going to go. "Good luck with that fishing thing." He then turned away, and walked out of the water.

Kaidoh didn't know what to do. He couldn't just let Momoshiro wander around the beach on his own, not when he didn't even know who he was and it wasn't just some terrible joke to get back at Kaidoh... but he also wasn't sure how much longer he could put up with Momoshiro like this without wanting to throw his fist into his stomach in frustration. He was used to Momoshiro being a dumbass. He wasn't used to Momoshiro being a dumbass who also couldn't remember a damn thing.

But even though Kaidoh felt like punching him, he also felt a little bit worried, and a little bit responsible. Even though Momoshiro had been bullishly adamant about fighting Kite, and Kaidoh was sure he would have done it with or without help, Kaidoh had been right there along with him, and he hadn't tried to stop it.

"Wait," Kaidoh called after him. He sprinted out of the water and caught Momoshiro by the shoulder.

Again, flinching at the contact, he turned around with a shocked expression on his face. He froze at the hand on his shoulder. Was this man going to punch him like the other one apparently did? Were they friends or something? He probably had to get out of here …

"Please let me go, thank you," he said, trying not to sound scared.

Kaidoh let go abruptly. He couldn't remember Momoshiro ever speaking to him that politely. In fact, he probably never had. It freaked Kaidoh out and he seriously reconsidered the idea of demonic ghost possession.

"Let me help you..." he said softly, heat rising in his cheeks. He felt like if there were any moment for the real Momoshiro to pop out and yell, 'Fooled you, you loser!', it would be now.

Help him? He looked like he'd do the opposite of that. But he didn't know where he was, and the beach was eerily empty and devoid of any other humans. So he turned around again, head hung down, staring at the sand. "Just don't … hurt me … or something," he said in a tiny voice. "I don't know who you are, I really don't. I don't even know who I am, and it's scary."

Kaidoh raised an eyebrow at him. It was definitely Momoshiro's voice coming out, but Kaidoh could hardly believe the words it was saying.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you moron," Kaidoh said, and it was true. For now. It wasn't like Momoshiro was doing anything to provoke him, so he didn't really have a reason to hurt him, but at the same time this was just so weird. It was like Momoshiro had done a body swap with a small lost puppy. Only he didn't look like a puppy, so it was more confusing than cute.

"I'm Kaidoh," he added.

"And I'm not a moron," he said, staring back up at him. "Don't call me that. It's really rude."

Kaidoh growled, feeling his right hand instinctively ball up into a fist. No, he couldn't fight Momoshiro the lost puppy. It wouldn't be a fair fight, and if it wasn't fair then Kaidoh didn't see the point. "Sorry," he said, blushing again at saying those words to Momoshiro, even if the Momoshiro who remembered him wasn't exactly there to hear them.

"Okay. Then. So, you know me?" Obviously he did, he seemed to know what happened to him before he was out. "Why did I get punched anyway? And how long have I been sleeping? Are you alone on this beach, living in this shack, fishing for food? Is that the only way to get food around here? Or do you rely on your cat for hunting small mice or something? It's a poorly built shack anyway, I don't know how you can keep up with the cold bursts of wind flowing through it. Even with the blanket it's cold, and not to mention that bed is really uncomfortable. Now that I mention it, it wasn't even a bed, I think it was a chair or something. Are you really poor? Or are you some kind of escaped convict and you're holding me hostage?"

"Oh my god, shut up!" Kaidoh hissed, but secretly felt a little relieved that at least Momoshiro seemed to remember his inability to stop talking.

He blinked again, staring blankly at him. "So you are an escaped convict?"

"No, dum—" Kaidoh stopped himself before the insult got all the way out. Because this Momoshiro didn't get that that was just how they talked to each other. He breathed in and out and then said more calmly, "No, I'm not."

Not believing a word, he nodded. "Okay." He took a tiny step backwards. "So what's my name? Are we friends? We don't look like friends." More like a banchou, who owned a small private island, and held him hostage on it.

Kaidoh was tempted to tell Momoshiro that his name was actually Asshole, or Fucking Dickhead, but he wasn't that mean, so instead he just said, "Momoshiro." He looked at Momoshiro's eyes for some spark of recognition, but got nothing. "And uh," he started," yeah, I guess we're friends."

That's how a banchou would answer the question. So, he was Momoshiro. And this was Kaidoh. Hmm.

"Okay, well, it's nice meeting you, Kaidoh-san, but I'll be going now. I'm going to see if …I can find somebody else, who might be able to tell me what happened to my memories. You're not the only one on this island, right?" Hopefully he wasn't, that'd be pretty creepy.

The weird version of Momoshiro did have a good point. Kaidoh probably wasn't going to be much good in giving Momoshiro a medical explanation for what happened. His version would just be, 'The dumbass hit his head again'. Didn't Momoshiro say that Tachibana-san was a nurse? Kaidoh wondered if she would be able to help. Momoshiro had mentioned caves... He looked down the beach and could see an outcropping of rocks far in the distance.

"I'm going with you," he said, his voice firm. He tried to look friendly. Momoshiro seemed scared scared of him, which he'd probably use to his advantage under any other circumstances, but right now he didn't want to scare Momoshiro off when he was just as likely to run into someone friendly as he was to... wander off into the jungle and end up at Kite's doorstep. Kaidoh wasn't going to take that chance. He would drag Momoshiro by the hand if he had to.

"Oh, then do you know somebody who could help?" Help sounded nice. Being stuck with this hissy freak didn't sound as nice, but help from other people did. "Like, is there a doctor around here? I'm sure I need one."

You definitely need one, idiot, Kaidoh thought. The sooner Momoshiro had someone look at him and turn him back to normal, the better. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

"Something like that," he grumbled, and before Momoshiro could protest or ask any more dumb questions, Kaidoh grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the beach.

Momoshiro had this feeling he was being led into the lion's den, and that this guy was going to do something really horrible to him. But what else could he do? Yanking back his hand would probably provoke him, and finding other people who might be able to help him sounded very promising. So he said nothing at all, and obediently followed this 'Kaidoh', staring at his green bandana this whole time.

Being dragged around like that was no fun though, especially since this Kaidoh took very long strides, and he felt like his arm was going to be ripped off if this went on any longer. So Momoshiro curled up his fingers against Kaidoh's, and gave him a slight pull. It was kind of pathetic and weak, but he didn't really want to piss him off, he simply wanted to walk a bit slower. He looked at him with these big eyes, eyes that said 'hey slow down you idiot'. Though he wasn't quite sure where the insult came from.

Kaidoh slowed down and let Momoshiro walk in stride with him. He could feel his face heating up and was worried his palm was going to get sweaty from being pressed up against Momoshiro's. But for some reason he didn't feel nervous, maybe because this Momoshiro didn't know anything about him, or what he felt, or how terribly embarrassing those feelings were. This Momoshiro was cluelessly holding onto his hand and hadn't said a single thing to mock him! It was... nice. And also very weird. Kaidoh sort of wished he was being mocked, or punched, or pulled by the collar and shoved around, because that was what made sense. This felt like he'd been out in the sun too long and was starting to see things.

Momoshiro was completely oblivious to Kaidoh's inner turmoil, and walked with him, side by side. He was probably keeping him in check or something, so he wouldn't run away, hence the hand holding. He said nothing the whole time they walked alongside the shore. He wondered if it's because the other man had nothing to say, or simply because he was plotting something. Or maybe he was getting a heat stroke, since his hand was getting really sweaty. So sweaty Momoshiro wanted to pull away and wipe his hand clean against his pants. But he probably wouldn't like that. Maybe he should see a doctor too?

"Your hand is sweaty," he noted dully.

Kaidoh grimaced. "Shut up," he said, but sort of wanted to correct himself and say, 'don't shut up', instead, because this Momoshiro actually listened to him and did what he told him to do, and Kaidoh didn't know what to do with that. "We just have to walk a little bit further," he continued, awkwardly trying to fill the silence that Momoshiro would normally be talking over. He couldn't believe he actually kind of missed the idiot's arsenal of annoying jabs.

After a while of more walking, and more sweating and blushing on Kaidoh's part, Kaidoh saw the outline of the caves looming ahead of them. "In here," he said, tugging Momoshiro into what looked like the biggest cave.

And then Momoshiro stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at the ominous cave. "I'm not going in there," he said flatly. "I don't want to die." He lost his memories, but he's not stupid.

Kaidoh hissed. "Are you seriously scared?" He had to admit, he wasn't super comfortable with the idea of caves himself, and this one looked as dark and creepy as any he'd seen, but he wasn't going to lose to a memory-less Momoshiro at bravery. "You said people were living here," Kaidoh pointed out, hearing a little irritation edge into his voice. "It must be safe."

"People live in there? Are you sure?" Momoshiro was still not moving from his spot. "Must suck to be them." They must be cannibals waiting to eat him or something. "You guys are really poor." Which really meant 'please don't eat me'.

"Do you like holding hands?" asked Momoshiro. He eyed the hands that were still clasped together.

Kaidoh immediately dropped Momoshiro's hand as though it was a hot potato. "N-no," he stuttered, his whole face going completely red. "I was just... looking out for you," he said. "I thought you were gonna run."

"... Was it that obvious?" Momoshiro felt like smirking for some reason. Kaidoh didn't seem so scary when he was stuttering and turning red from the remark. "Sorry, I won't run. Promise." He didn't want the hounds after him.

"Good," Kaidoh said, but just in case, he grabbed Momoshiro's hand again.

"I guess you like it then," he said simply.

"Dumbass," Kaidoh replied, before he could stop himself.

"Asshole."

Wait—why did he say that? The word came out of his mouth before he knew it. "I mean ... er..." How to not insult a guy who had buffer arms than his own. Hmm. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that."

"No," Kaidoh said, feeling the corner of his mouth twitch. "It's fine. That sounded more like you."

"I must not be a very nice person then, if that is true." His face was unreadable. He didn't remember what kind of person he was like, but the insult flung back at Kaidoh felt … natural. And he didn't really want to know what kind of person he was anymore. What if he was some kind of gangster? And this was his buddy in crime?

Momoshiro raised up his hand, which Kaidoh was still holding. "Is this what you meant by friends?" And he meant gangster friends. "Like, are we together?" In a faction. And the cave was their operating base.

Kaidoh stared at him, and then at their hands. He felt like his whole stomach had just leapt up into his throat. "Um..." he said slowly. "...No."

"Okay then. You must have felt pretty bad if we were. Since I don't remember you at all. Sorry." Forgetting gangster buddies was like against some kind of code, right? And the penalty was death? "Thank you for taking care of me though, Kaidoh-san," he said with a smile. At least he won't face death if someone takes care of him. He hoped.

"No problem," Kaidoh replied and, before he could really help himself, added, "And it is still really stupid that you don't remember me, loser."

Momoshiro smiled politely. He hoped there really wasn't a penalty in forgetting. That would really suck, and his head still hurt. So in the hopes of not getting his ass kicked again, he latched onto Kaidoh as if he were his saviour, his hero protecting him from the other gangsters. He squeezed his hand, and he resisted the urge to complain how it was sweaty again.

"I won't forget now," he said, still smiling fakely.

Momoshiro was really creeping him out. Kaidoh sort of expected his eyes to start sparkling to go along with his smile. Momoshiro never normally smiled at Kaidoh like that; like he thought Kaidoh was going to punch him. Momoshiro often looked at Kaidoh like he thought Kaidoh was going to punch him, to be sure, but never with such a... weird face... Usually he just looked like he was more than ready to hit Kaidoh right back. This Momoshiro doesn't look like he'd even try to hit Kaidoh in the first place.

"Let's go in," Kaidoh says, tearing his gaze away from Momoshiro's weird face and tugging on his hand to pull him along.

The fake polite smile turned into one made out of horror. He tugged back on Kaidoh's hands and looked at him wide-eyed. "Uhm," he said. "Can't we just … call them out?" Or whoever was there, waiting for him in the dark.

"Losing your memories has really made you a coward," Kaidoh said, enjoying how scared Momoshiro sounded. For once Kaidoh wasn't the one getting mocked for a fear.

Momoshiro frowned. "Who's a coward?" he said immediately. "I'm not." He can take them on. All the gangsters. Probably. Did he know how to fight?

"Then let's go inside, moron," Kaidoh grumbled. "Stop stalling if you're not afraid."

A whimper flew out of Momoshiro's mouth, and now he glomped Kaidoh's entire left arm. "Nu-uh," he said childishly. He'd rather die.

Kaidoh felt his whole arm go tense under Momoshiro's touch, the muscles seeming to buzz with electricity. Well, Momoshiro had warned him that he was into touching people... But somehow 'people' had definitely never included Kaidoh. He was torn between shoving Momoshiro off and shouting at him and... just standing there.

For some reason, or maybe not just some reason, Kaidoh ended up standing there. "What do you think is going to happen to you if you go inside?" he chided.

Momoshiro pressed his face up against Kaidoh's muscular arm, eyes blinking wearily at the cave. "Gangsters," he mumbled.

Kaidoh gaped at him. "Huh? Where?"

Momoshiro simply pointedly stared at the cave, not letting go of Kaidoh's arm anytime soon.

Kaidoh hissed. "There aren't any gangsters in there, you idiot. Just a bunch of losers. You don't have to be scared of them. You're stronger than most of them." Kaidoh was talking about tennis, but Momoshiro probably didn't remember anything about that, and Kaidoh didn't want to confuse him further.

"I am?" he asked, genuinely curious and surprised. "But your arms are much more buff than mine. What do you do? Play boxing?" He squeezed the upper tricep of Kaidoh's arm for good measure.

Having Momoshiro fawn over him was weird, and made Kaidoh feel funny, but he also had to smirk a little. "They are, aren't they..." he said. "Don't forget that either, okay?" He thought about telling Momoshiro that he was a boxer, because he sort of was, if Momoshiro's face were a punching bag. Instead he just said, "I work out a lot."

"You suck at fishing though," Momoshiro pointed out. He could tell the other man was simply gloating now, he was probably giving him too many compliments, and on some level, that felt wrong.

Kaidoh's free hand shot straight for Momoshiro's collar. "I don't suck, dumbass!" he growled. "I wasn't even fishing!"

Momoshiro immediately let go of Kaidoh's arm, and took back any thoughts he had about him being a hero, or someone who might have protected him. Hell no—he needed protection from him!

He held his hands up innocently. "S-sorry," he squawked. He's pretty sure he looks completely frightened by now, and he was. He simply wanted to get away from Kaidoh right about now, he'd welcome anyone else walking onto the scene. Someone who didn't keep yelling insults at his face, or raising their voices, or holding onto his hand, or holding his shirt collar.

Kaidoh glared at Momoshiro, but loosened his grip on his collar. "Don't apologize!" he hissed. The way he reacted to everything was so strange; it made Kaidoh feel off balance. "You really need to get your head sorted out."

Meanwhile, inside the mouth of the cave, Oishi had been organizing some of their supplies and debating to himself whether they'd have to make another trip for more when he heard a startling but familiar commotion outside— a sound he recognized as the two notorious rivals of their former team going at it again. Rising to his feet, he sighed and left to separate them, "Oi, oi, you two…!"

Momoshiro backed away from Kaidoh, and he turned his head to look at … another banchou? He wasn't as muscular as the other, and had a really, really strange hairstyle. Momoshiro figured he was wearing plastic on the top of his head to get it to look like that. These people are weird.

"Hello," Momoshiro greeted politely, and bowed his head as well. He wanted to ask him if he was the leader of their faction, but figured it was better to keep quiet.

"A-ah, hello… Momo." Oishi's answer was stilted, his eyebrow quirked. He gave Kaidoh a puzzled look at just how quickly their fight had fizzled. It seemed uncharacteristic. Setting his hands on his hips, he let his own policing attitude fizzle at well, "Is everything all right?"

Kaidoh shot a glare at Momoshiro. "Oishi-senpai?" he started, voice still edged in irritation. He couldn't believe what he was about to say. It sounded idiotic, but then he remembered who it was he was talking about: "Momoshiro got into a pretty bad fight and now he can't remember anything." Or possibly he's been possessed by ghost demons, Kaidoh added mentally.

Staring back at the two of them, it briefly entered Oishi's mind that this could be some kind of joke or prank, though he'd never known Kaidoh to waste his time with that sort of thing. Instead he gave him a scrutinizing look, one that carried over as his eyes panned toward Momoshiro. "… You're serious?"

"I don't know?" said Momoshiro with a huge question mark stamped on his forehead. "Have we met before?" Surely he would have remembered such a person with a weird hairstyle. "Do you know anyone that can give me medical attention?" Like a doctor, preferably.

His hands falling from his hips, Oishi realized this really was happening and that somehow Momoshiro had gotten himself into another mess. "Just what kinds of fights are you getting into that-" he stopped himself, taking a deep breath and looking at Kaidoh, "How long has he been this way?" And this was awkward, but, "I'm Oishi Shuichiro, we went to middle school together," he said toward Momoshiro, "I'm a medical student so I could take a look…" Amazing how at university they stressed how they shouldn't have contact with patients until they graduated, and a month or so on this island and Oishi had done nothing but.

Great, a medical student! Maybe he can patch him up. "Hi, nice to meet you. This guy said my name's Momoshiro." Unless he'd been lying and it wasn't his name at all.

Kaidoh sighed with relief. Oishi would have an answer. If nothing else, at least Kaidoh was no longer stuck alone with Momoshiro, the lost puppy; it was seriously driving him nuts.

"He was unconscious for about a day," he explained. "He took a hard hit to the head..." Kaidoh gave Oishi a flat look. "I wasn't the one who hit him, don't worry."

"Out for a day…?" Oishi gave a somewhat reassuring smile towards Momoshiro and approached to look him over, his brows slowly furrowing with worry. "If it wasn't you, who was it?" He didn't think Kaidoh would be one to hit Momoshiro that hard, regardless of how much they fought. So there was someone else on the island smacking people around…? Though knowing Momoshiro, he might have earned it. "Hm, either way, there's not much I could do for an injury like that… we probably just have to give it time."

"Yes, Kaidoh-san, who was it that hit me?" he asked, genuinely concerned and curious. He'd rather avoid this person at all costs.

Kaidoh hissed and turned to Momoshiro in annoyance. Did he seriously not remember anything about his stupid attempt at 'bravery'?

"That guy, Kite..." he said. "You wanted to fight him because he was out on the beach and..." What was the reason again? Momoshiro's rants about Kite had all gotten so dramatic and convoluted. At one point he might have suggested that Kite was going to molest Echizen. Or eat him. Or possibly both.

"Anyway," Kaidoh continued, "you had some kind of disagreement." He gave Oishi a look that suggested said disagreement was pretty moronic. "Momoshiro was in over his head trying to fight that creep... What do you mean just give it time? Isn't there some kind of medicine he can take?" His eyes widened nervously. "W-what if his memories don't come back?" Kaidoh wasn't sure he could put up with Momoshiro being permanently stuck like this, walking on eggshells around him like he was some scary stranger. He'd probably end up giving Momoshiro another head injury if that kept up.

"Can't I take any memory pills or something?" Momoshiro helpfully suggested.

"Like I told you-" Once again Oishi cut himself off, putting his hand to his own forehead with a wince, "No, wait that was… I told Momo, when Echizen had his head injury, it's common to lose your memory temporarily after a hit to the head." He sighed, checking Momoshiro's pupils quickly to assure they weren't independently dilated.

"U-unfortunately there's no way of telling when his memories might return," Oishi gave Kaidoh a glance that communicated a silent, Or if. "It could be a day, or a week…"

So Kite was the cause… though it sounded like they'd been provoking each other. "I-I guess the first priority would be to keep Momo away from him," there was only so much any of them could tend to head injuries before they'd need hospital equipment- a luxury they didn't have.

"That's it? I'll remember with time?" asked Momoshiro. That didn't sound hopeful at all, what was he supposed to do then? Walk around? "Can't I do something that will help me remember?"

"Hmm, I suppose that might jostle something," Oishi mused aloud, his hand on his chin, "while I would normally recommend that you rest…" The downtrodden look on Momoshiro's face told him that wasn't a satisfactory answer, "It couldn't hurt to try and remember things on your own. People, for instance." It was pretty convenient they were on an island with people his former teammate once knew, maybe it could increase their chances.

Of course he'd likely confuse a lot of people, introducing himself over and over, but Momoshiro's health was the greater good here. "Could you lead him around?" He asked of Kaidoh, "Maybe seeing a few familiar faces will do it."

"I can go alone," said Momoshiro quickly. He did not want to be alone with Kaidoh. He was was too scary and violent for him, eager to hit him it seemed as well—and Momoshiro wasn't stupid enough to hang around people who could potentially hurt him. He looked up at Kaidoh and swallowed.

"I don't need his help. You say there's more people on the island? Great. I'll go look around myself then." Maybe they weren't all gangsters like Kaidoh.

"Like I'd even want to help you anyway, asshole!" Kaidoh growled, tempted to take a swing at Momoshiro's face. His fist was more than tempted, if the fingernails digging into his palm were any indication. If Momoshiro was going to be an ungrateful idiot and not even thank him for looking after him all this time then fine. Kaidoh didn't care.

Again—what's with the anger management issues!? Momoshiro should probably get away from this guy, fast. "I don't need your help, not from someone like you," he mumbled, and then stared at his bare feet, covering in sand. Could he make a run for it … ?

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kaidoh hissed, mouth twisting into a snarl. "What the fuck do you mean, someone like me?!"

"Exactly like that!" Momoshiro fired back at him, and then took a few steps away from him. "You yell too much, and you look like you're using drugs!" Momoshiro looked back at Oishi, who at least seemed to be a decent human being, though he wasn't going to stay around them much longer like this.

"Asshole! Do you want me to hit you?!" The words exploded out of Kaidoh's mouth before he really knew what he was saying. It felt so much like a real fight that he couldn't help but get fired up. A second later he remembered that this was not the Momoshiro who knew him, and that this Momoshiro knew nothing except that he'd suffered a blow to the head. Threatening him with another was probably not the most helpful thing to do. But Kaidoh couldn't help it! An insult was an insult no matter what version of Momoshiro was shouting it.

Well, that did the trick. Momoshiro took one frightened glance at Kaidoh, before turning on his heel, and making a beeline for the jungle trees a ways ahead of the cave, leaving both Kaidoh and Oishi alone.

It didn't take much for Momoshiro to provoke Kaidoh into defensive posturing, and besides the topic of their arguing, and the fact that Momoshiro was cowering more than usual, it was just like old times. Oishi made a few attempts to interject as their volume increased, but not before one of them had bolted off like a scared animal, "O-oi, Momo…!" He took a half step forward and watched as Momoshiro disappeared toward the brush, deflating helplessly.

"Momoshiro!" Kaidoh yelled, running off after him. "You moronic coward, I wasn't really going to hit you!" And he wasn't... then. Now if he caught up to him he probably would. Hard.

Momoshiro glanced back as he ran, his eyes widening. "Your actions do not match your words!" he yelled, and then continued to sprint away from the scary guy chasing him. Eventually he reached the line of small trees, and wormed his way through the leaves and trees, to hide himself completely out of view.

One moment Momoshiro was ahead of him and then the next, Kaidoh had lost sight of him completely. He slowed to a stop and listened for movements, but heard nothing. Fuck, he thought. He really hoped that memory-less idiot didn't get himself into too much trouble. Well, it wasn't his problem anymore.

Momoshiro leered through the bamboo pipes sticking up from the ground, hiding himself carefully. He could see Kaidoh, but he slowed down, indicating he had lost sight of him. Good. What a fucking asshole that guy is. Momoshiro decided to go deeper in the jungle, anything was better than staying behind with him. In fact, he'd rather avoid most people now.

He could take care of himself. Now … what to do about food.