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

How everything started

"She's moving!"

Hm? Who's talking? My eyelids feel so heavy....

"Her eyes are opening! Quick, get the nurse!"

Light poured into vision and I see several unfamiliar faces around me. They were all either teary or relieved.

"Mitsu! You're finally awake!" a middle-aged lady cupped my hand in hers. I look around the room, all the adults are looking at me with teary smiles on their faces. Where am I? I shift slightly and I'm pretty sure i'm in a hospital room.

Another elderly man patted my head: "you've been out for nearly a month! Rest."

Blinking twice, I try to recall what happened to me. But nothing came to mind. I can't seem to remember anything.

"Mitsuko?" a guy in his early 20s spoke up. When I didn't react to that name, he start to worry.

So this is what amnesia is and feels like.

According to doctors' conclusion, I've hit my head and now can only remember what happened a year before.

To all my relatives here, I'm Mitsuko Takahashi. I'm 16 and I've just been through a terrible tragity. Also, a distant cousin of mine, Miyuki Okumiya, had a similar accident, we were the same age. Long story short, I got knocked by a school bus; and she got ran into by an irresponsible bike-rider.

Amnesia is my problem, and hers is split personality disorder, apparently. One minute she could be shy and innocent, the next she could be cold and expressionless. They all say her condition is lighter compared to mine. Yeah. How'll you feel when you can't remember anything under the age of 15?

"How's life?"
Now every time I hear someone in the hallway say that, I would glare at them wether they were talking to me or not.
Miyuki and I both go to the same school in Manhattan, New York.

For me, as long as I remember, life was going swell. I was sort of a troublemaker, but I'm one of the top students of our grade, and I'm a volleyball player. I had tons of followers on everything, but now, it's like my dream world suddenly collapsed completely:

Life was not good at all. 

People started treating us like freaks, my old friends won't even talk to me anymore. So called "friends". My boyfriend broke up with me just because of that, we've been dating for four months. He said it was 'bad for his reputation'. How'd I ever like such a jerk? 

Two weeks went by with us being misfits, we tried to ignore them, but it's easier said than done.

It was aunt Joyie's decision that changed our lives.
"Why don't we send them to their hometown?" She had said.

On our rode trip to the airport, I review what aunt said in my head.

I was born in Western Tokyo, and stayed there until the end of first grade, Miyuki was born at the same town, as well, but she left after JK. She may still have some memories of the old town, but I don't have anything appearing in my head at all.

When she's normal, Miyuki was a bit shy and doesn't initiate conversations; I, on the other hand, can't stop talking. I peek at her on my right, listening to soft music. 

When people loose their memories, they only forget things. Not education. So I can keep up with class just fine and still remember the three languages i speak: English, Japanese and Spanish. My whole family speaks it, so even when I was absent for 10 years, I can still speak and read Japanese fluently. I need to catch up with writing it, though. Miyuki has perfect handwriting for both languages. That, I'm jealous of her.

On the plane, the flight from NY to Tokyo, Japan.

"Do you think people there are nice..?" she attentively ask. 

"I dunno, Asians are nice, I guess." I say without second thought, Miyuki quickly nudged me in the rib cage. 

Rolling my eyes while taking out my wallet to check how much allowance I have for now, aunt has done currency exchange for us. "One US dollar is like 117 yen, isn't it?" I mumble. 

"Hey, c'mere." she gestured me to look at her screen that was located on the back of the seat of the two seats in front of us, "it's a japanese anime."

"Tokyo, eh?" after about fourteen hours, we arrvied, we were taking a taxi into town. We took in our surroundings. People around us are all speaking Japanese, but me and Miyuki are both more comfortable speaking English to each other.

"Where are we staying at?" she asks me. 

Mitsuko: "apparently aunt Joyie contacted a landlord named Johji for us."

"Y'know where supposed to go?"  "'course, I've got awesome sense of direction."

"Oh! I remember this shop!" Miyuki kept on saying things as such along our way while I keep silent. None of these buildings seem any bit familiar to me. We passed by a flower shop, there were at least ten girls around my age crowding there watching someone dreamily. 

Glancing past them, I see a young guy with black hair organizing shelves. He's wearing an apron, he's probably the florist. I eyed him. He's pretty cute.

Before focusing back on the road, he spotted us, and was about to come out, when the fangirls surrounded him. Players.... I snorted mentally.

Miyuki looked back a couple of times before catching up with me.

Then, her eyes widen with excitement and yelled right next to my ear: "Sato bakery!"

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Since nobody said nothin' about it, i just assume it's fine to publish another fanfic!