"Where is he?" To anyone else, this question may have seemed like it came out of nowhere, but to Makoto, hearing it come from Haruka, he knew exactly what he was talking about.

"What's wrong, Haruka?" Makoto asked, forcing back a smile, "What are you looking for?"

"Not 'what', 'who'! I can't find Paopu!" Haruka waved his arms around dramatically to show just how important this situation was (or something like that). Well, to him at least.

"Isn't it on your bed?" Makoto asked, knowing full well that this was not the case. After all, it was his fault that the stuffed thing had gone missing in the first place. "It should be somewhere in our room at least."

"But he isn't, I checked! He isn't in there at all and I've checked every single place I can think of, even the toilets!"

"The toilets? You think someone might have tried to flush it?"

"I don't know! Maybe they thought it would help him get back home! But they don't know that his home is with me!"

"Home? It's not like it's a real animal thing. Anyone can see that."

"Don't you talk like that." Haruka pointed a finger at him, "And please, stop calling him an 'it', it's very rude."

"Whatever." Makoto rolled his eyes.

"So will you help me look for him?"

Makoto sighed, "I guess I can, but I'm not sure how much help I'll be."

Haruka smiled cutely, making Makoto feel guilty for all of this. "Thanks." However he was not guilty enough to apologize or tell it was hidden.

"Have you asked anyone else if they have seen i- him?" Makoto asked, calmingly walking behind the frantic Haruka.

"Everyone I asked said they had no idea who I was talking about. As if they haven't seen him before!"

"Maybe they just don't remember? You don't really take him out of the room very often."

"So?"

Makoto paused, "So unless they go in our room without our permission, they wouldn't of been able to see him."

"You shouldn't make blind guesses on something as serious as this." Makoto wasn't making a blind guess, he was stating a fact. Not that he was going to tell Haruka otherwise. It probably wouldn't end well if he did.

"What'll I do if we can't find him?!" Haruka whined.

"I'm sure we'll find him." Makoto said as he halfheartedly started to help look. He couldn't help but think that it was cute how Haruka looked like that.

"No, you don't understand, I need him. He's the only one who's always been there for me! I don't know what I'd do without him…"

"I'm here for you…"

"Thanks, but it's not the same." Ouch, that hurt.

Makoto sighed. After that comment, this wasn't fun anymore. "Hey, I think I may know where it is." He said.

Haruka's eyes instantly lit up, "Really?! Where?! Take me to him!"

"All right, all right, come on. This way." Makoto took him by the hand and began leading him toward that back room from before, the one they played hide and seek in.

But it wasn't there.

"Well?" Haruka asked impatiently, "Where is he?"

"I… I don't know… I thought it-"

"He!"

"He… would be here. But he isn't…"

Haruka groaned, "I don't have time for this! We have to find him, Makoto, we have to!"

"I know, I know, calm down." Makoto took Haruka by the hands, "We'll find him, I promise. Let's just look around some more to be sure we didn't miss anything."

"But what if we don't? What if someone took him and is doing bad things to him?! What if I never see him again?!"

"Calm down, Haruka! I won't let that happen, I promise. I will make sure that we find your dolphin for you."

"He's not a dolphin! He's a porpoise!" Haruka forcefully pulled away from him, "Do you actually even care?!"

Makoto wasn't sure how to respond to that. Sure, he didn't care about the stuffed animal, but he cared about Haruka. "Of course I do." Makoto smiled, "I'm just so worried that I slipped up. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

A look of fear spread across Haruka's face. "You're lying." He said as he took a step back and wrapped his arms around each other, hugging himself. "Y-you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying, Haruka. I really do care."

"No, you're lying! Stop it!"

"Are you listening? I wouldn't be helping you now if I didn't care, right?"

"No!" Haruka screamed, putting his hands over her ears, "No, you're just saying that so I'll believe you!"

"Haruka, come on. Don't be like that, please." Makoto tried to take a step closer.

"N-no! Stop it, s-stay away! Stay away from me!"

"Haruka, I-"

"Leave me alone, please!"

"What's going on in here? A male nurse suddenly showed up in the doorway. He stepped in closer. "Did you do something to him?"

"N-no, I- we were-"

"No! Stay away from me!" Haruka pushed the nurse and stumbled away from them. Makoto stood there, watching Haruka's back as his shoulders trembled. He wanted to do something to help, but there wasn't anything that he could do, not without making Haruka even more frightened.

"J-just stay away. Leave me alone!" Haruka suddenly began to furiously scratch at his arms in a blind panic with one hand and pulling out his hair with the other.

"H-hey, don't do that!" The nurse exclaimed, taking Haruka by the hands so he couldn't hurt himself.

"Don't touch me!" Haruka tried to pull away, but the nurse held on tight.

"You! Go get someone to help!" The nurse ordered to Makoto.

Makoto nodded helplessly, "O-okay."

Quickly he turned and ran out of the room. He had to find someone as fast as possible.

"T-tachibana-kun?" He heard the small voice of Nitori, "Wh-what's going on? Wh-why do yo-you l-l-look-"

"Not now." Makoto interrupted him. Nitori flinched as if he had been hurt by his words, so Makoto added, "Sorry, I just need to find a nurse or someone immediately. Haruka-" Luckily he spotted Mrs. Amakata walking to her office over Nitori's shoulder.

"Excuse me." He said, pushing past his friend. "Mrs. Amakata! Mrs. Amakata, wait! We need your help!"

She stopped in her tracks and gave him a surprised look. "Oh, Tachibana-kun! What is it? What can I do for you?"

"It's Haruka."

"Haruna?"

Not the time!

"He… I don't know, he needs help. We were talking a-and he suddenly started to freak out and a nurse came a-and-"

"Okay, okay, just show me the way."

"Down that way." Makoto pointed down the hallway.

"Alright, you stay here. I'll take care of it." She said, then sped off in that direction.

Makoto leaned against the wall, his heart pounding and mind racing. Haruka's screams had gotten worse and could be heard from down the hall… Makoto hadn't planned on going back there unless he had to, anyway. He didn't want to have to see Haruka like that, his mental state was already having a hard enough time knowing that it was mostly his fault for hiding the stupid stuffed animal in the first place.

"A-are you okay?" Nitori asked in a small voice as he cautiously approached.

"Not really." Makoto answered honestly.

"W-wh-why? Wha-what's w-w-wrong?"

"Don't worry about it."

"B-b-but-"

"Hey."

"Y-yes!?"

"Have you seen Haruka's stuffed porpoise?"

"P-p-porpoise? That's h-his?"

"Yeah. So you know where it is?"

"I-I th-think I s-saw s-someone with i-it."

"Really?" Makoyo perked up, "Who?"

"I-I'm not sure."

"Do you know where they are?"

"Pr-obably in the-the c-common area, l-like usual."

"Thanks." Makoto said, patting Nitori on the shoulder as he passed, a new mission set.

Sure enough, right in the middle of the common area was a patient that Makoto saw quite frequently. Kisumi was his name. He was always in the common area, making an ass of himself and enjoying it. He also made an effort to talk to everyone who walked in ever, even if they were obviously uncomfortable by it (Haruka and Nitori for example). Basically everyone who had been here for more than a day knew him by name. Therefore, Makoto had no problem talking to him.

"Hey... " Makoto began as he approached him. He could tell that it was this person who he was looking for, because he was holding the missing stuffed animal in his arms. He hugged it tighter as Makoto came closer. "Where did you get that?" Makoto asked in an accusing tone.

"Get what?" He said, unable to look at him.

Makoto narrowed his eyes, "You know what I mean."

"Oh, this?" He pointed to the stuffed animal, "I'm not sure what you mean, it's my little brother's. I'm just holding onto it." Listening to this guy talk like that made Makoto understand how other people felt when talking to him about Haruka… Of course, this was a little different, because Haruka wasn't dead, unlike...

"Sure, sure. It's just that it looks an awfully lot like Haruka's, which happens to be missing right now."

"That's unfortunate." He said, trying to inch away from Makoto, "Anyway, I should probably go, I have somewhere I need to be."

"Really? Well then let's make this quick." Makoto leaned in so he could whisper into his ear, "Listen to me. Haruka really needs this, so if you give it to me now, maybe I will look over this as a mistake, for now, and not have to take any immediate action against you." He pulled away enough to flash Kisumi a smile. "Do you understand?"

He nodded and practically shoved it into Makoto's hands.

"Thank you." Makoto said with a sigh.

"He isn't settling down and he keeps injuring himself." Makoto could hear that male nurse say as he approached the door again, "I think we need to sedate him." Sedate? Makoto remembered when they did that to him. Were they going to put him into that same froom?!

"Alright." Mrs. Amakata was agreeing to it?! There was no way Makoto could let them put him in that horrible place! He had to do something!

The nurse blew past him just ask Makoto reentered the room. Haruka was not huddled in a corner with Mrs. Amakata next to him, blocking Makoto's view from seeing anymore.

"Haruka, look!" Makoto said, feigning enthusiasm, "I found i- I mean, him! Like I said I would, right?" Haruka went silent, almost completely still even, at the sound of Makoto's voice. "Haruka? I found your porpoise. Do you want him?"

Mrs. Amakata turned to look at Makoto giving him a chance to actually see Haruka in the process. He had only been gone for a few minutes and already Haruka's arms were red and bleeding from him digging at them.

"You should probably leave." Mrs. Amakata warned, but Makoto had no intention of moving.

As if on cue, the male nurse came back, with a syringe in hand. Two more nurses came in behind him, one of them carrying what looked to be a white coat. "Hold him." The male nurse ordered the free handed one.

The third nurse approached Haruka, who tried to back away, but he was already cornered. Immediately when he noticed this, be began to kick and scream even more than he already was. This did not stop the nurse from trying to hold him down. The male nurse came closer, preparing the syringe.

Makoto turned away, feeling absolutely helpless. He couldn't watch as they did that to Haruka , but he also couldn't do anything to stop them that would actually do any good, either. He covered his ears to try and block out Haruka's screams, but he was simply too loud. It was just too horrible.

And it was all Makoto's fault. He shouldn't have messed with Haruka's stuff like that, especially when he knew how important it was to Haruka… Then again, he also did not anticipate someone else other than him or Haruka finding it, either.

Makoto felt an arm lightly wrap around him. He knew it was Mrs. Amakata without even looking. Partially because the nurses were busy and partially because it was her job to do this. To make sure patients didn't go even more crazy than they already were. She probably could tell how just being there was affecting Makoto and slowly led him out of the room.

"Would you care to explain what just happened to me, Tachibana-kun." Mrs. Amakata said in a stern, yet not accusing tone. Her and Makoto sat in their usual seats in her office, but this time without her clipboard near by. Instead she sat with her hand neatly folded in her lap and patiently waited for his answer.

"Like I said before," Makoto began, unable to look her in the eyes, "he just started to freak out, so I came to get someone. To get you."

"That much I know. I'm asking what triggered his actions."

"I don't know." Makoto realized he said that much too quickly for her to believe it.

"Makoto." her tone hardened, "You know that I only want to help, but I can't do that unless you tell me what happened."

Makoto sighed, giving in. "I'm not really sure, either. We were trying to find his stuffed animal and… He started yelling and calling me a liar."

"A liar? May I ask what led up to that?"

Makoto thought for a moment. "I think I called it a dolphin when it's actually a porpoise."

"And he called you a liar for that?"

Makoto frowned. "No. After that he asked if I really cared about finding it and I told him I did."

"And you were lying."

"Well, sort of… Of course I don't really care about the stuffed animal. But I care about Haruka and he cares for it, therefore I must also care for it."

Mrs. Amakata shifted in her seat. "I'm not sure you really think that."

"What?"

"By the way you talk about him, the stuffed porpoise I mean, it doesn't really seem like you care about him at all, even though he is clearly very important to Manami-kun. He gets brought up in conversations between me and Manami-kun quite often, so I know how important he really is. And if I am picking up on your true thoughts, then they must have had quite the impact on him too."

Makoto wasn't sure what to say. She had seen right through him. He had thought he was doing good at lying about it. Until now, at least.

Mrs. Amakata continued, "Even more so, in the past with other patients, I know that Manami-kun has reacted strongly whenever he detects that someone is lying, even if it is about something small or there weren't actually lying at all."

"Is there a reason why?"

"It may be because of past experiences or for no real reason at all. I'm not sure yet. And his amnesia does not help the fact."

"His amnesia." Makoto repeated, remembering experiencing it first hand. "Do you know why he has that?"

"Not entirely, however…" Mrs. Amakata paused. "I'm not sure I should be telling you. this, but I think it may be beneficial to him for you to know. None of us have much of an inkling as to what the cause may be for sure, other than it relating to the reason he is here…"

"The reason he is in here…"

"Yes. As much as I hate to think of it, but I have reason to believe that it's someone's fault. That someone used to always lie to him and cause his brain to erase his memories and then repeat that every week."

"Every week?"

"Every Monday his memories reset. If you don't talk to him, you probably wouldn't notice, because he never shows that he is lost or has no idea who you are or what is going on around him. For the most part he just goes along with it. I believe the reason for that may also relate to the person and or reason that he is in here."

"And this happens every Monday?"

"Every Monday. So don't be surprised if in a few days he doesn't remember what happened today."

"I see. Thank you for telling me"
"Of course. You two are close and… Since you arrived, I have seen some improvement in him."

Makoto perked up at that, "Really? How so?"

"It hasn't been much, but… All around he just seems happier. He talks about you a lot and when he shows me his sketch book every session it usually involves you."

"Yeah…"

"You know about that?" Her tone and face showed genuine surprise.

"Yeah. He didn't exactly tell me of his own will, though. It's a long story."

"I see. Well, when I first started working with him, he told me that he liked to draw, so I let him keep that sketch book as long as he promised to draw everything that made him feel something big, a strong emotion. He just had to show me what he drew and tell me what it made him feel, which he usually doesn't have to with the way that he draws, and why he felt that way. It has proved to be a very effective in trying to figure him out…

"But that isn't what we should be talking about. What about you, Tachibana-kun? How are you?"

"Aside from that? Fine, I guess."

"Is the medication helping?"

"Wouldn't know. I didn't think I needed it until I had that attack."

"Fair enough. It's still too early to determine whether it should be changed or not. How about your temper? Have you noticed any changes with that?"
"My temper?" Makoto raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know it was a problem."

"I will take that as a no then. I have a feeling that it isn't really like you to be like this, and so we have been giving you medication to try and help with that as well."

"Shouldn't I be told about what drugs I'm putting in my body?"

"It isn't necessary, especially if I am lead to believe that a patient would refuse the medication if they knew what it was for. Like for you in this case. The only reason I told you about you PTSD medication is because I knew that you would be willing to take it more if I did." And she wasn't wrong about that.

"Doctor?" A nurse with bright orange hair popped her head in the door, "Are you almost done here? There is a patient waiting to speak with you."

"Is it Kisumi-kun? Tell him I'll be finished here in a minute."

"No, it's okay." Makoto said, standing up, "We're done here anyway."

A/N: It's been so long since I uploaded anything at all and I feel really bad about that (I think about six months since I last updated this?). It's just that lately things have been stressful. I started going to college and I haven't been able to keep up in my classes due to pure lack of motivation to do anything at all. That's to the point where I barely even have the motivation to do the things that I like to do, like writing or drawing or even just watching anime. I don't entirely know why this is how I've been lately, but I'll think 'oh maybe I should watch One Piece' or 'I should continue writing my fic' and then immediately follow it up with 'but I don't want to do that'. (There's certainly more to it than that, but if I went into all of whatever that is, we'd be here all night.)

What I have been doing for the past few weeks is watching whatever on YouTube and freaking out over Undertale. (Though mostly through reading other people's fics of it, watching various playthroughs, that sort of thing and not creating my own content for it.) I've been reading Carry On by Rainbow Rowell and I'm almost done with that. (It's been like a month since I started it though, and normally it would only take me a week or two to finish something of this size. Then again I'm also purposely savoring it, because I love freaking out about every little thing that happens.) I finally got one of my friends to start One Piece, which is an accomplishment since literally everyone else I know rolls their eyes whenever I talk about it. I've been waiting over a year now for at least someone to actually talk to about it, so it really puts a smile on my face whenever he texts me about it.

Anyway, I want to say that I really don't know where I'm going with this story. I mean, I know how I'm ending it and pretty much how I'm going to get there it's just... actually getting there that's being tough. It seems like whenever I get an idea with where to go exactly, how to put the words there, it lasts only a little and then I'm stuck again. I get like a tenth of a chapters worth done, if that, and then nothing for another few weeks. And this seems to be a pattern with most of the things that I write. I start off pretty strong and I like where it's going, plan out some major events, and then instead of going right there like I probably should, I'm like 'no gotta make it more good and add some fleshy stuff and make it longer', but then this just happens and I can't help but think that it's just gone downhill from the beginning.

Take this story for example. I genuinely really like the first chapter. I honestly think I did a pretty okay job with that one. There are other various scenes that I think I did well with, but for the most part the rest is barely decent. At the time that I wrote them I thought it was good, I don't think I would post something on the internet that I hated unless I was doing it because I hate it to make fun of myself or something, but now I'm like oh wow why it's so dumb. And this chapter, right now I think it's good enough, but give it a week and I won't.

And this mindset of 'this story isn't as good as it was in the beginning' really doesn't help with the lack of motivation to write more. Don't get me wrong, I do indeed like writing it, and for the life of me I will finish this even if it takes me another ten years. Makoto and Haruka will have an ending, I just gotta get to it.

But anyway, sorry for rambling on. I honestly wasn't even going to post this chapter until I decided last minute to give an explanation as to why I haven't been updating anything. With that said, I have no idea when the next update will be. Hopefully sooner rather than later. Honestly it'll probably be later, but who knows...

In the future I think I'm going to try to stick to one-shots...