They Kissed Their Scars Away

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It's raining, this is the fourth time this week, or should I say it's been like this for the past four months. Ever since I left the hospital last year, the clouds have been gloomy, like a kid who let go of his balloon at a festival. I don't remember the sky ever being a different color after the accident, my aunt just keeps saying that the sky was as blue as the ocean, with the sun touching every end of Tokyo. I have no memory of that sky, the one as blue as the ocean. Really, I don't have any memory of anything except the hospital bed, it always smelled of alcohol in there, not the drink but the medicine. My aunt told me about the accident I was in when I was 15, she wasn't there that night but the thing she does remember is that it happened on the night of a blood moon. All my injuries eventually healed while I was in a coma except for one, my mind. I've lost all my memories of when I was 15 and younger, you could say I lost my past. I wonder how an accident could take away something like that, I guess the price for my life was my memories. It's now been four months since I've left the hospital and the only thing I know now is my aunt telling me my name and that I'll be attending a school far away from my middle school. Turns out I already passed the entrance exam for Shimada High before the accident. Guess I owe my past self that one. She told me there is no point in staying in my hometown if I have no hometown memories, I kinda feel bad, my past self is probably fueled with anger having to move away and forget about all his friends. Sorry about that, I didn't ask for this to happen. Tomorrow I'll be attending Shimada High in a new school year in the middle of the month, as a first year. With no friends and only a few months of memories, I wonder if I remember how to socialize with people, hopefully the accident didn't take that away from me.

It's not raining today, but there are still storm clouds, better bring an umbrella just in case.

"Do you need breakfast today?" My aunt, always up and ready to go bright in the morning.

"No I'll pick up something on the way to school." She already does enough for me, taking me in and all, since I have no memories of having parents, she's like a Mother to me I guess. Saving her the time of not making me breakfast is the least I could do.

"I'm off!"

"Have a good day!"

As I leave I just see a bright smile on her face, brighter than this cloudy gloomy weather. On the way to school I picked up a musubi bun from the market down the road, it's not the best but it only costs 200 yen and keeps me full till lunch. I made it to the entrance to the school, trying to find a seat where I can eat peacefully before class. The first thing I see is a warm smile from what I'm guessing is the student council president, with a big sign above her that says "welcome" with a smiley face at the end, that sign must have been there from the first day of school. I found a place to sit down, and I started unwrapping my musubi bun, when I heard a stomach rumbling behind me, I looked slowly behind the cherry blossom tree towards my back to see a girl sitting around the other side. In the sunlight I could see her face shine, she was like an angel.

"I woke up too late, didn't even get to eat Mom's breakfast." She sounded pretty sad about the situation she was in, waking up late. One of the greatest things a person has to overcome is the sleep demon, I guess she couldn't beat it today.

"You want some?" Those were the only words I felt like I could say in the moment.

"Oh wow, thanks, I owe you one." While she reached for the half I broke up for her, her smile was almost as bright as my aunts.

"Don't worry about it." I said with a smile, at that moment I realized, I guess I can still socialize, she is a pretty cute girl too. I didn't feel nervous at all. My past self must have made a lot of friends back in his hometown.

"My name's Yui, you can call me Yu." Didn't expect to be on a first name basis so fast.

"My name is-" I paused for a moment, don't tell me I forgot my name. Then I remembered hearing my aunt's voice when she called me down for dinner last night, " Hyakki!" Oh yeah, Hyakki is short for Hyakkimaru.

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