Forgotten (Dreamy days in West Tokyo fanfic) [ON HOLD]

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Mitsuko's PoV

Don't people say that when someone looses their memory, it's better to go through their normal routines? Then they can be reminded.

If I just transferred schools back in America...maybe it wouldn't have been this bad....

Because so far, what goodness has Japan brought me?

I rolled up my light long sleeves. Was I a self-harmer? I never told anyone, no one knows that I have two or three cuts on my inner upper arm. What happened to me that could've broken me so much I decided to do this?

"Mitsu!" Miyuki's voice crashed into my ears. So I hid.

I stood behind the school walls and watched as everybody, including Joh, ran past the school gates.

I'm at Rihito's school.

And I'm an expert at hiding too...even I suspect what I've done in the past.

"Why're you hiding from them?"

Slowly, my head turned to the right, where some guy with glasses was leaning against the wall beside me.

The...Mitsuru guy? The one with the obnoxious girl on his tail the first time I've seen him.

"I don't want a lecture." I shrugged it off jokingly though I was just confused, I wasn't mad at Miyuki.

He frowned. But he was smart enough to know not to ask further.

"Is that girl off your tail now?" I ask simply to talk. He merely nodded.

"...how come you're still at the school?" I try to start again.

"Stayed behind at the library." He says with no imply on keeping up the conversation.

I laughed, "Man, you're awkward."

That finally caught his attention, "your English pronunciation is really good."

"Well, I did live in New York for most of my life." Even though I forgot it all.

"That's cool." He was finally facing me, "were you born there?"

I shrugged, "No idea. I got amnesia, that's why I'm back here. Apparently for 'childhood memories'."

He fell silent again. He's not a conversationalist is he.

"You should go, I won't keep you. See you around." I say and walked past him. The school gym was the next place I knew.

By the sounds of the ball bouncing off the gym floor and shoes squeaking on it, it must be another basketball practice.

Isn't it tiring to have to stay back to practice every day? Then again, I was on a lot of sports teams as well.

Before I could even get closer to the doors, the ball flew out after Nao blocked a lay-up. I caught it square in my hands.

"Eh? You're here again?" by whoever came to get the ball, everyone in the gym now saw me. But I'm feeling strangely considerate today so Imma act like that.

"Am I not welcome? I can leave if so." I chest-passed the ball to a random player.

"No it's alright! These boys play better with an audience on watch." The cheery manager girl pulled me in by the wrist before I knew it. She's like...a second Mallory...my best friend back in NY. We would always go shopping together and we're both on the cheer squad.

At least she didn't betray me, she transferred two months before I had my accident.

I haven't contacted her...I bet she doesn't know yet.