There was still a tint of light brown swirled in it. From three tiny containers of milk, the last droplets fell onto the table, vacant save for the cup of coffee. Morris tsked, opening a last little container and pouring more milk. He mixed it well and then got close enough for the smell and warmth to tickle his nose. ...Yes, only now did it have the same color as those eyelashes.

Together for a while now, Hichigo and Ichigo are a pretty tight couple. All goes hot and sweetly, until Hichigo gets a call and Ichigo gets a car...run into him. Traumatized horriblely, lchigo can remember everything about his life...except for his lover...Can the love that lies in their hearts prevail and return Ichigo's memory....or will they be separated...Follow the story of sorrow, mystery,love, and excitement...and read on...

So why did the streetfighter and the streetballer cross the Viscount Street?