If I Was Sent To MHA

Memory Loss.

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The weeks went by slowly. I was finally registered as a citizen in Japan, and had been going to daily classes to learn how to write in Japanese. The teachers were a bit confused that I knew how to read and speak fluently, until I explained that it was because of a quirk that the words automatically translate in my head, but the motions needed to write in Japanese were not as easily done.

Nedzu had been giving me a weekly allowance that I'd only use to purchase groceries as I didn't need anything else nor did I want to spend the money that I didn't feel I earned on anything I wanted. The day I should be receiving my memories back had finally arrived, so Nedzu had come over to my apartment again, this day also being the day we were to play chess again.

I hadn't really grasped onto any full memories over time, just hoping that they come back today, only small tidbits of info. I'm sure Nedzu was also hoping I'd be able to tell him what all I remembered as well.

I'm not sure why, but part of me is heavily against spilling my knowledge.

I can only decide my course of action after my memories return.

We ended up playing a few chess matches while waiting, and waiting, and waiting. I was about to tell Nedzu it might happen during the night and that he should probably go home and check on me tomorrow, when I blacked out.

No thoughts, just emptiness. But this time I could tell where I was. Still in my apartment, lying on the futon I had been using as a bed. I heard voices around me as well. Two of them. I couldn't feel any pain, though I could tell my body was in pain. Was this some kind of out of body experience?

I nearly screamed when I snapped back to reality, the headache I felt that came with the overwhelming amount of memories was too much.

Many of them I knew weren't even accurate. And whenever it came to anything that wasn't fiction, it looked like just a bunch of shapes and colors.

I knew tears were flowing out of my eyes as I stared wide-eyed into space, memories flashing by as they returned. I really would've rather never had my memories return than this pain.

Then, relief. No more memories rushing in. Just the dull thudding of my heartbeat could be felt in my head, and that was fading as well. Not in a bad way, I shouldn't be able to feel my heart in my head anyway.

"Ok, it's over.." I sighed, sniffling a bit from my runny nose. I slowly sat up, and now could see that both Nedzu...and Recovery Girl was here.

"Take it easy there, it's been 45 minutes since you first blacked out, according to Nedzu. How's your head feeling?" Recovery Girl asked, stepping closer to me.

"Worse than what it was 46 minutes ago, better than it was one minute ago, and getting better by the second."

"That's good, and you don't seem to have any other injuries, so I can say that you shouldn't need my help." She happily says, patting my knee, before she started to head out the door, bidding us farewell.

"So, I'm assuming that was caused by your memories returning?" Nedzu asks, taking a seat on the futon.

I nodded, before sighing.

"Many memories seem distorted still. I can't really remember real life events, other than the Covid19 pandemic. I do remember how I know of you though. I'm just, not sure how much I should say. Especially since if what I know somehow gets out, I'd likely be in danger." I tell him, looking to the chess board, my king having been checkmated once again.

"Oh? It's that serious then." Nedzu seems to think to himself.

"Not only that, but what I know could change the future. Risking something worse happening instead." I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

Nedzu nods after thinking on my words. "I see.. well, in that case you should probably keep things to yourself, if you truly believe it is that much of a risk. As curious as I am, I understand the danger you could be put in." I nod, grateful to not need to say anything.

"If that is all, I shall take my leave." Nedzu says, beginning to pack up the chess board again. I nodded, and helped.

I wished him safe travels as he walked out my door, before I locked all three locks with a sigh.

Why do I only really remember the fictional stuff..? Is.. is that the last side effect of being taken from my time and moved so far into the future?

I take a seat on my couch, and decide to watch Minecraft once more.

Tomorrow is another day.

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