Rikai Yuki. Where did that come from? I feel like I got run over by a train. I open my eyes and blink around the room, extremely disoriented. What is this place? The room is huge and blindingly white and clean, with a sickly smell on the air, like blood and throw-up and air freshener all thrown unmercifully into the air. A pretty, young woman walks over to me.
"Oh, thank goodness you're awake! What's your name?" she asked "We need to contact your parents."
"My-my name?" I stammered "um, I'm not sure."
"Do you remember anything?" She asked.
"N-Not really. All I remember is a hell of a lot of pain and waking up here." I replied.
Wherever here is.
"Alright," she said, "I need to go talk to my superior, but I'll be back soon."
I settle back into my pillows, the sudden realization of knowing next to nothing about myself somewhat disturbing. If I can't remember anything, then how come I remember how to talk, I wonder.The woman comes back with an older, more gruff-looking woman, who must be her superior.
"Is this true," she growls, "do you really remember nothing?"
"Yeah." I tell her
"Well, I suppose we had better start with introductions." She decides. "I am Shinsetsuna Kusuri, but you may call me Kusuri-san. This is Kewa Kanari, and she is known as kanari-san. What is your name?
"uh-" I try to explain "when I said I remember nothing, I really meant it. My mind is blank."
"Alright," she sighs, "what do you want to be called?"
I think for a minute. "Yuki Rikai." I say, "It's the first thing that I thought of when I woke up. You can call me whatever you want."
"Well, Rikai-san," Kanari-san says gently, "we'll let you get some rest."
"Wait!" I call "Please, I want to know what's going on! What happened to me? Where am I and why am I here?"
"Hey, slow down!" she exclaimed, "as for what's going on, you are injured and i am trying to take care of you. To answer your second question, you walked out into the middle of the highway, and you are in hospital with a broken leg, a fractured foot, a couple of cracked ribs, and most likely a concusion too. As for your final question, that depends on whether you mean why are you in this hospital, or the divine question of why is each of us put here on earth."
I glare at her pointedly.
"Ok, ok, I get it, you don't have much of a sense of humour. I'm gessing you meant the first one. You are here simply because you are injured and in need of healing," She says.
"Do you know anything about my past?" I ask hopefully.
"I'm afraid not," she replies "we couldn't even get a DNA match, so I guess any relations you may have are either dead or just really don't want to be found. Now, before you ask me any more questions, you need to sleep."
"Can I just ask you one more thing?" I ask.
"Alright," she says
"How old do you think I am?" I wonder.
Well," she ponders, "I would guess you were around fourteen. Now, I'm gonna leave you, so go to sleep.
[Author's note: this story is set I japan, so names will be written backwards(Yuki Rikai's first name is rikai, not yuki. I will put translations of any japanese phrases or words I put in my story at the end. If I miss any please just let me know!)]
