Chapter 2
"Wake up my dear." I can hear the milky English accented voice through my sleep and it gently brings me back to consciousness as a gentle hand is placed on my shoulder. Drifting out of a dreamless sleep I roll over onto my other side facing the source of the voice with a groan.
My eyes open slowly and panic sets in as the room appears unfamiliar at first but then I set my sights on those familiar emerald eyes and the panic subsides as his name slips from my tired lips.
"Ignis?" The hand disappears as I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes.
My body feels like a rock…and I'm all sweaty…I need a shower…bet my hair is a wreck too…
With the rest of the drowsiness from my nap fading away I can now see that Ignis is sitting on the side of my bed. "Are you feeling any better?" He puts a bare hand to my forehead as he checks for a fever, seeming satisfied after a second he pulls his hand away and re-gloves it.
"I'm a bit stiff, but yeah." I gaze into those eyes once more; they make my heart skip as he smiles gently.
"I'm glad to hear it." He pauses a moment. "Are you hungry?" My stomach growls instantly in response.
When was the last time I ate…I don't even know…
"Famished." He raises an eyebrow but smiles.
"Very well." He stands up and claps his hands on his thighs. "Since you are feeling better, why don't you go ahead and brush up. You can leave your current clothes outside the door and I will wash them for you, by the time you get out dinner will be ready." I stare at him in shock.
He's gonna wash my clothes and make dinner? Oh my god…its dinner time? How long was I out…?
He seems to read my face. "I can tell you have a lot of questions, but they can wait until after you've eaten." I nod not seeing any way out of this. He looks at me with an unreadable expression. "You've been in the bed for some time; I don't feel comfortable leaving until I know you can walk on your own."
I take the hint and flip the covers over, finally seeing what I'm wearing. I have on my favorite pair of jeans that have turned 'ratty' with time, holes in both knees, threads up an down from where there were strings hanging out and I pulled them all the way through, red paint in some areas, and one of the pant legs, at the bottom, the seam has separated from the leg where my heel is because of years of walking on it. I have my stud belt on as well, the older one though, it's clear that I've had it for a while by the bending and cracking of the leather. Luckily though, it has all its studs. For a top it seems I appeared here in my grey tank top with a low neck. It's like a sports top, and judging by my comfort level, I have on my favorite sports bra. I take a mental note that I thought I saw my favorite hoodie around the room and as I look at the end of the bed, there it is. As I see it I also see my black socked feet.
Well at lease I'm comfy…but the idea of having Ignis wash my undergarments is making me super uncomfortable.
Ignis clears his throat and I realize that I almost forgot what he wanted me to do. I swing my feet over the side of the bed and place them on the floor, as they touch the cold wood boards they tingle like crazy.
Man I must have been in bed for a really long time for them to be this bad.
I glance up at him and he smiles, giving me the courage to try to stand.
I'm not scared; I just don't want to fall flat on my face.
I place both hands on the end of the bed and inch myself forward, I give Ignis one last look and he nods.
Alright you got this…
I suddenly push off the bed and into a standing position. I wobble for a second and get my balance. Ignis seems happy because he's smiling; he makes a gesture for me to try to walk. Panic grips me, but he holds his hands out as if he's going to catch me if I fall and it drifts away. I look at the floor and take a step, every things fine until I put my full weight on it. Pain shoots up through my foot and I begin to fall, Ignis comes to my rescue with his hands under my arms. I put my hands on his shoulders and go to speak, but I catch his eyes as his glasses fall to the tip of his nose and my words are lost.
"Oh dear, are you alright?" Luckily he still has his words and I just nod. "Let me help you." He takes one arm and puts it around me and under my arm to hold me weight. He pauses and fixes his glasses, my heart begins to pound. "Ready? One step at a time." I nod and we head toward the door one step at a time.
With each step the tingle in my legs and the pain in my foot goes away. We get half way to the bathroom and I nudge him off because I feel like I can walk by myself. He gently removes himself, but still has a hold of my left hand just in case.
I make the last few steps to the bathroom without a problem and reach into flip the switch, the room illuminates and I turn back to the doorway where Ignis is still standing.
"Are you sure you'll be alright, my dear?" His whole face displays concern.
"Yeah, I'll be fine, if I feel faint or anything I'll just sit for a bit." He nods.
"Alright, just remember to put your clothes outside the door and don't hesitate to call if you need anything." I nod
Yeah okay, there's no way I'm gonna call for you to come help me when I'm butt ass naked…
"Okay I will." I back up into the bathroom and close the door before leaning on it and sighing.
Well that was interesting…I pull my long black hair over to my nose and sniff, scrunching my nose at the slight smell and greasy feel. Yeah…I need a shower.
I sigh again and walk over to the shower, it's a tub shower with a curtain so the handle is simple; I just have to turn the one to the temp I want between cold and hot. No messing with two to three different turn-able handles just to get piss warm water…or messing with two and coming up with the wrong combination that freezes me…
I reach in and turn the handle three quarters to the top, closer to hot. I like my showers to be just hot enough to where I come out a bit red otherwise I'm freezing through the whole thing. Once the water starts to come out of the faucet I pull the little lever that turns it to the shower head and go over toward the door and begin to strip.
I can see myself in the mirror and I sigh at my appearance; porcelain skin, average build with too wide hips, creating the ever annoying 'love handles' as I call them. My stomach showing just a small pouch of pudge that I've never quite been able to get rid of but can hide easily until I sit down. Less than 'B' breasts that frustrate the ever living crap out of me and will never give me the look of normal cleavage, but an ass that as I've been told, more than makes up for it, but isn't too big. I sigh slightly before catching my left shoulder tattoo in the mirror a memory bubbles up from the abys; the phoenix I got for my birthday, representing all the shit I went through, and survived, even though it felt easier to give up at the time. "A phoenix rises from its ashes and begins a new…"
I bundle all my clothes and make sure that my bra and underwear are hidden in the mess before opening the door a crack and sliding the bundle out into the other room. My heart skips a beat as someone on the other side grabs them and takes them away.
That had better had been Ignis…I run a hand through my greasy hair, ignoring the mirror showing me that my fears about how messy it is were valid, before walking back to the shower. Before doing anything I take off my dragon mood necklace and carefully set it on the vanity. After, I put my hand in the stream to gauge the temperature; it seems warm enough to my hand so I step over the tub side and into the water.
The water is warm, very warm, but it's not too warm where I have to turn it down. After a few minutes of facing the stream and enjoying its heat, I turn and let it run through my hair. All the aches and pains which I had previously had that were too minor to even mention, melt away as the warmth relaxes me. I run my hands through my hair pushing my bangs up to get them wet. When I feel as though my hair is fully soaked through I look around the shower for shampoo, conditioner and whatever else I might need to begin washing the grime from my body.
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I'm not sure how long I take, but I enjoy the crap out of it. The warmth of the water, the relaxing massage the shower head gave my shoulders, the smell of the, what I assume by the size, hotel soap samples, and just watching the dirt come off me, everything about it just made me feel refreshed. My foot steps onto the soft rug, soaking that particular spot, as I reach for my towel. Ignis had placed one on the toilet seat ahead of time and I wrap it around my shoulders before sitting in its place. I take this time to relax and finally ponder my situation, feeling confident that anything I think about can't get me worked up enough to have a panic attack in this state.
So at least this place has a nice hotel with good water pressure…wherever here is. I honestly don't remember how I got here…I can barely remember my damn name…I wonder if I hit my head. I remember bits and pieces of home…just little things, like I had a house, and cats…every time I try to imagine them, my heart aches. I can't remember how many or what all of them looked like, but it feels wrong to say just one. I know that those clothes I gave to Ignis to wash are my favorite because I feel this comfortable feeling and slight attachment…especially with the dragon necklace…
I eye it from my spot on the toilet an a need to put it on overtakes me so I stand and walk over to the vanity. With the towel around my shoulders it's impossible to put it on without the towel falling off so I wrap it around my body under my arms before reaching for the string. The origin of the necklace still eludes me, but the feeling I get when I look at it tells me it's very important. It has a double knotted adjustable string on it so after I pull it over my head I pull it tight enough so it sits just on my breastbone under my trachea. I sigh as the mood stone turns to a deep blue, signaling that I'm relaxed.
I wish I knew why I can only remember certain things…It's crazy to think there is selective amnesia…what could be keeping me from remembering…a barrier? Wait a minute…something about this place is familiar…the faces of those boys, Ignis, the layout of the hotel room…where do I know it from? I try to dig deep, but with come up with nothing but a headache.
A light sigh escapes me as a light rapping interrupts my thoughts. Slightly startled I rise in my towel and make my way to the bathroom door, whoever is on the other side knocks again just before I open it a crack.
"Yeah?" To my surprise, it's blondie. His face goes red with embarrassment and he avoids my eyes as he seems to realize that I'm in just my towel.
"Oh, um hi…Ignis told me to bring you your clothes…they're uh, clean now." He pulls a tote bag up to eye level and I peer inside to see all my clothes neatly folded within.
"Oh wow, that was quick." I reach one hand out and carefully take the bag. "Thanks for bringing em over…um." It occurs to me that I never got his name. I can't keep calling him Blondie…
"Prompto. I'm…uh…Prompto." I smile at him and his blush intensifies.
"Thanks Prompto, where is Ignis anyway?" I'm still leaning with my head out of the bathroom door, but all the warm air is escaping so I have to get back in there soon, but my curiosity is getting the better of me.
"Oh!" He looks up and into my eyes, embarrassment forgotten. "He's in the other hotel room making dinner, he said that he would be done by the time you got out and would bring it over here for you." He smiles and I wonder what Ignis could be making. My stomach growls at the thought and I nod at Prompto and lift the bag slightly.
"Okay, well I better get these on; I'm starting to get cold." The blush returns and he nods as I retreat behind the bathroom door and peer back into the bag.
I dig a little in the bag for a minute and find that not only is everything folded but Ignis was kind enough to hide my bra and underwear under my shirt so poor Prompto wouldn't see them. I can feel my face redden in embarrassment as reality hits me.
Oh my god! Ignis saw and folded my underwear!
I quickly take everything out of the bag and set it on the closed toilet seat before lifting up my folded underwear by the elastic so it unfolds.
I'm completely mortified right now. What did he think of this old dark grey thing? My favorite pair no doubt, but…was he surprised? Was he expecting something more girly with lace? Did he even give it a thought or just throw it into a washer with the rest of my clothes and ignore it?
With my towel still around my chest I carefully slide into my underwear, happy to realize that it's fresh from the dryer and still warm. I turn back to the toilet seat and pick up my old sports bra by the strap and let it unfold only to be mortified once again because the little pads inside have been fixed and set.
Oh my god…every time I wash this thing I have to pull out those damn things and fix them, but Ignis…he not only washed them but fixed it for me…I'm not sure whether he's thoughtful or creepy. Suddenly his soft face and peaceful eyes pop into my head and my fear melts away slightly only to be replaced by a quickening pulse. I sigh as I stare at it dangling from my hand. What about this…it's old and comfy as all hell, but I doubt he expected it…probably thought I'd be in something lacy…the damn size is on here too…does he think I'm small? My heart sinks slightly. Wait a minute! Why am I thinking about this stuff? I don't even know this man, and I'm talking like I want to get in his pants…what is wrong with me.
I sigh and shake all the naughty thoughts from my head as I drop the towel and pull the bra on over my head before glancing in the mirror.
Besides…even if I did like him like that, which I don't, I bet my feelings wouldn't be reciprocated…someone like him would never like someone like me.
I sigh and run a hand through my wet hair before pulling on the rest of my clothes and putting my hair up in my towel. Then with one last look at the mirror I head out into the other room.
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When I walk out into the room Prompto is waiting for me, sitting on the couch fiddling with his phone. It's now that I realize the layout of the room is different that I first had seen when I woke up. There are actually two beds and the one I had been in is the closest to the door. There is a small kitchen with a table and chairs, a couch, and small TV too. The hotel room seems to be like a small apartment. Something catches my eye between the beds and as I look closer there seem to be multiple travel bags lying about the room.
Wonder if the guys were sleeping here before I showed up.
I glance back to Prompto on the couch; it seems someone had previously been sleeping there too. He stands as he finally looks up from his phone and notices me.
"Hey." I smile to him as he gets closer, a shit eating grin beginning to take the place of his smile.
"Heyaz." He starts to giggle slightly, and it doesn't take long for me to realize that he's laughing at the towel on my head so I pull it off and drape it over my shoulders so the water doesn't soak my shirt.
"Wanna borrow a hair dryer?" I grimace at the thought of what my hair normally looks like if I don't blow dry it and stick my hands in my back pockets.
"Yeah…that...uh…would be great." Prompto chuckles lightly and walks over to one of the bags and fishes through it for a sec before pulling out a black, super high end hair dryer.
I'm kinda surprised that a group of guys would have something so…nice? No that's not the word…something so expensive for doing their hair I guess.
I must be making some sort of face 'cause he seems to know exactly what I'm thinking. "This one is Iggy's, but I got one too." He pauses and that shit eating grin returns. "It takes a lot to get this pretty you know." I start laughing immediately and he makes his way past me and into the bathroom where he plugs it in. He quickly shows me how it works gives me a brush from Iggy's bag, apparently, and then I'm on my own.
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It takes a few minutes, but soon my hair is dry and fluffy as ever. I check the mirror and make sure that my bangs don't look stupid before strolling out into the other room where Prompto is sitting back on the couch phone in his hand, only this time he looks up immediately and waves.
"Heeyyy, you clean up good." He stands and puts his phone away, but I just stop in my tracks and can feel it as the blush makes its way to my face.
"Ahh…thanks, Prompto." I begin to twirl my long black hair with my finger as an uncomfortable blanket of silence descends on us, it seems neither one of us know what to say.
Well…this is awkward…
Suddenly the door swings open and Ignis walks in carrying a tray of food. The smell hits my nose and my stomach growls painfully as my mouth begins to salivate.
"Ah, it seems my timing was correct, I hope you're hungry." He walks into the kitchen and I follow him without really meaning to.
"Oh man that smells amazing, what is it?" He turns to me and smiles, my heart skips as I catch his eyes.
"This would be a Mother and Child Rice Bowl." My heart and stomach drops as he speaks.
"A what now?"
Hey everyone, *waves* not sure if you're familiar with me as an author, but I value all of my fans so at the end of every chapter I usually thank them. ^^ I know it's been a long time since I updated but I've been really stuck because the first chapter didn't really play out how I wanted it and I have been trying to rewrite it but nothing seems to be working, you have no idea how hard it is to write for an amnesia victim when you have no experience. Anyway I finally said 'screw it' after reading a certain comment and just started working off of what I already had for CH2. Which isn't normal for me, I normally write everything in my little black notebook then transfer it onto loose leaf like a second draft into a binder and then type it from there, but this time I just kinda turned on my laptop and started writing so all this is just like a first draft ^^' and I also don't have a beta reader.
So I mentioned having thanks to give ^^ well you can all thank the review of Arvenium for me getting my ass in gear ^^' and after that I would like to thank my two followers of this Story; DarkWasabiKittY and basecannon because they showed me that this story is actually worth writing. Thanks for reading everyone. If you're interested come on over to Tumblr where I UnluckyKitty41 have a blog and sometimes I post art, I also have art of this 'mystery oc' on my Deviant Art page by the same user in a specialized folder so come check it out ^^ Hmm I don't think there is anything else soooo see ya in chapter 3?