Please, please, please don't hurt me. Alright, I know it's been awhile. I think the last time I updated was October? So six months, half a year? I'm terribly sorry. I'm sorry for neglecting you and all that jazz. Again, my K knowledge is a bit rusty. Call me out politely if there's anything that needs fixing, okay? I want to do bigger, longer chapters but we're just getting into the book and I need to establish a few things. Anything that's unclear, to you just ask by reviewing and I'll tell you. Thanks for reading everybody!

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since Angeletta awoke from her coma and began life underneath HOMRA once more. As everyone was thrilled to have their mother figure back she was at a lost. She knew nothing of her past life. Every day she learned something new and she put it in the back of her mind to worry about later but it never stayed their for long. She would find herself often lost in thought, thinking about all the times she might not remember. Hell, she doesn't even remembering losing her virginity.

Though, Izumo was as sweet as can be, and HOMRA was technically her family, she didn't feel at home. There was a certain nostalgic feeling, but she didn't know if she could be simply happy staying where she was at that moment. The Angeletta she knew no longer existed, instead she was Angel. No longer the classical pianist going on competitions, no longer a pre-med major, her "no boys" rule was clearly broken, and she no longer had the close relationship with her parents.

Everything she knew as gone.

Though, she never spoke of her ill feelings as she felt to bad. These boys, that young girl, and the two men she had grown close - Izumo and Mikoto - were so happy that their family was restored. Another hit to this family will leave them broken forever. She just couldn't be the one to do it.

To HOMRA, they had their Angel back. She watched over the boys, made sure they were fed and happy, scolded them when they were stupid - it was if everything was back to normal. Izumo, however, could see the change in her. She was more distant and quiet, their shared moments in the back of the bar were forever lost buried deep within her mind. They no longer had the stolen kisses while passing, he could no longer smack her butt as she walked by, or caress his finger over her smooth skin. He lacked the comfort she had when they slept side by side. He missed the tug of war of blankets, the arguments over her feet being too cold, or how he eats to much in bed. Though, he would never speak it, Izumo was alike Angel - lost.

Mikoto, a good friend to both of them could sense this lost. He watched them like a hawk, trying to figure out when one would finally. They were however, both too stubborn. He watched as Angel drifted off when she was being spoken to, she gained this look in her eye as if she trying to remember something with that person. He could see that she longing for the same connection there had been, but it just wasn't there. He watched as Izumo couldn't keep his eyes off of her and how sad he looked whenever she passed him or smiled at him. With all this mess, the member of HOMRA couldn't see the drift in yet another person.

Distant from his friend, he longed for more. He thought that HOMRA wasn't the place for him. He would never truly fit in with this crowd. The mark on his shoulder burned as he turned to look out the window. HOMRA was boring. Ever since Angel had her accident, life had began to revolve around her and they lost the spunk. Fushimi sighed deeply, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stood up abruptly, gaining eyes on him. He began to walk towards the door, as he neared it - Yata spoke.

"Hey! Where ya going?" Yata questioned loudly, standing up from his own spot at the bar.

Fushimi turned slightly to look at the boy. Yata's eyes were narrowed, arms crossed over his chest. Fushimi pursed his lips, then shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know." He replied, he turned back around. "I'll figure it out." With that, he stepped out.

Angel stared at the door. Something was off with the kid. She licked her lips, hoping that he would stay safe and not get to any trouble out there. With a sigh, she turned back around to Anna, who was fast asleep on the couch. She stood up quietly and made her way to the bar, where Izumo stood wiping down the countertops.

"Everytime I see you, you're cleaning this bar."

Izumo looked up. Mikoto saw the flash of sadness in his eyes, as he stared at his lover. He cracked a small smile and dug into his pocket. "Well yeah, this is -"

"And import from England." Angel finished, her lips pursed and eyes narrowed.

Izumo froze. The gears in Angel's head began turn as the memory slowly came.

Angel swirled her drink in her cup, staring at the blonde man as he cleaned. His eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration as he scrubbed every inch of the counter tops. He bent down to get a better look and let out a deep sigh.

"I'm going to kill them."

Angel chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm going to guess Yata was the cause."

Izumo nodded, standing up from his spot. He threw the towel in the sink, the proceeded to wipe his hands on his pants leg. "Him and Bando had a fun time wrecking my bar."

"I can't even see it."

"I can feel it in my soul."

Angel let out a huge laugh, shaking her head. She took a sip of her drink, smiling at him. "Y'know, every time I come around you're cleaning this bar."

"I should be." Izumo told her, walking over to stand in front of her. "This bar is a import, a very expensive one from England."

"Mm." Angel hummed, tapping her fingers on the wood. "There are better things to do than to clean a bar."

Izumo chuckled, "like what?"

With a cheeky grin and a wink, Angel replied, "me"

Izumo paused, eyeing her. She looked to cheeky, this was surely a joke. "Nice one." He muttered, grabbing her empty glass. He turned around to place it in the sink. Angel wasn't one for random, casual sex. Not that he mind, he was usually busy running the bar or doing the dirty work for HOMRA. He didn't have a lot of free time.

Angel pouted. He thought she was just joking? She wanted to groan, throw something at him and call him an idiot. It had been months since the last time they slept together - she was itching for it. He turned around, freezing at the sight of her. Her bottom lip was pouted out, her eyes dark. She was serious?

"You weren't kidding?"

Angel huffed, throwing her arms over chest. "If you don't want to have sex, just say it."

Izumo rolled his eyes. "I'm a dude, I always want sex."

A smile stretched across Angel's face as she leaned over the bar. "Wanna do it here?"

"No." Izumo bluntly said. Her smile left. "I just cleaned this thing, we're going upstairs." With a sigh, Angel stood up and began to walk towards the staircase. Izumo placed the glass he was cleaning back into the sink and walked up behind her. He slammed his palm into her rear, causing her squeak. "Maybe later when it's dirty again."

She turned around to glare at him. "I'm not having sex on a dirty countertop."

Izumo nodded. "Understandable."

Izumo slowly placed the dish down, staring at Angel. "Do you remember that?"

Slowly, she nodded. "I… I don't know how. It just came to me." She whispered. Totsuka let out a small gasp, throwing his hand onto his lips.

"Angel's remembering things!" He yelled, throwing his arms over her.

Angel smiled down at him. She remembered something, yet she was still feeling so empty.