"Come on, Hiyori, you have to remember something!" Yato plopped down into the nearest seat in the busy fast food joint, his bangs over his eyes as he sat hunched and pouting.

Smiling sadly at him, Hiyori placed herself next to him and shrugged. "I'm sorry, I'm really trying. I just can't remember…Yato?"

"Yes! It's Yato! Yah-Toe!" He cried, attracting the attention of a handful of nearby customers. Blushing, Hiyori apologized and turned back to him, a bit of a scowl on her own features.

"You don't need to get so worked up. I'm trying really hard, I promise I am, but getting memories back isn't so easy…"

Huffing, Yato rose, striding toward a line as he called back, "I'm gonna order. I'll get your usual."

"My….usual…" She murmured. How strange it was, that she couldn't recall a single thing about her life with this boy, Yato. She remembered her mother and father, her maid, Ami and Yama, her other schoolmates, even Yukine, the little underclassmen she tutored on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but she just couldn't remember Yato. His dark hair, his brilliant blue eyes, his creamy skin, the dark jersey he always wore…it was all hazy, her memory of him. Something felt like he was familiar, but her mind was just too foggy to form anything concrete...Painting a beam across her cheeks when he returned, she watched as he placed the food before her, a growl sounding from within her.

"It looks delicious, Yat-"

"THAT'S IT!" Yato suddenly shrieked, pointing ecstatically through the window and toward the park across the main road.

"A p-park?"

"Yeah! Come on!" He grabbed her forearm and pulled her toward the exit, suddenly dropping her wrist and running back to gather the food in his arms.

"Follow me!" He cried, pushing the door open with his foot. "We'll get your memories back for sure!"

"A-Are you sure this is okay?"

"Of course!" Yato declared, placing the food items on the grass with a grin. "Sorry there's no blanket, but this was kind of last minute." He shrugged.

Hiyori couldn't repress a giggle; he was just trying so hard…

Now that he was finished, Yato sighed, surveyed his work, and sat next to Hiyori, crossing his booted feet one over the other.

"So…do you remember why this place is, uh, s-special?"

Glancing toward him in slight shock, Hiyori noted the blush on his cheeks, and his eyes were wandering and glassy. Biting her lip in concentration, Hiyori tried with all her power to make her memories surface, to make her brain remember…the emerald strands of grass, the bright-blossomed branches of the trees, the wooden benches, the playground…it was all a familiar sight to her, but none of the surfacing memories had Yato in them.

Bowing her head in defeat, Hiyori murmured, "N-no…I'm s-so sorry, Yato, but I just can't remember…"

Sighing, Yato assured her, "It's alright. You'll remember one day…I hope…" He tried to whisper this last part, but it wasn't lost to her ears. "This…park is where we um…Where we uh…Well…where we had our first date. And…kiss…" He was blushing furiously now.

"O-oh…" Her own cheeks aflame now, Hiyori fiddled with her thumbs. She felt so guilty, though she knew she shouldn't. It wasn't her fault she couldn't remember, and yet…the disappointment in his tone, his eyes, it was almost more than she could take.

Suddenly placing a hand over his, Hiyori looked Yato in the eyes and stuttered, "I know I can't remember it all now…not clearly, anyway. It's all there, I think, just sort of…hazy…A-anyway, I'm sure this fog in my brain will clear up one day, and when it does…" She timidly placed a peck on his cheek, prompting a gasp from the already flustered boy's throat. "I can't wait to see all the memories we made together."