@Chichay12: A/N: Because I read too much angst lately... I ended up making one.... 
I blame a certain pokemon for this...
i think i know who's that pokemon 
stalker-san update soon 
It's a pokemon with ***** attack
faby 
Part 1 Yuko's eyes opens, and she sees a flash of light; then she sees herself, bundled up, and it's cold,
very cold, and all black and white outside. She’s walking down a street probably going home, and she's really happy about something…something she just bought. Then, she senses… people—three of them. She goes to check who it was, but they're fast. And suddenly someone hit her on the head and then –
Nothing. Just black. Then a white ceiling…
Slowly, she sits up, confused. Her bed sheets are white, she's wearing a plain pants and a shirt. And she's not sure on what’s happening around her, but one thing she's pretty close to sure is that she's not home or either at her office.
She looks around the room, and there's more. White walls, a grey chair, a black table with a book, an apple and a pen. Everything is black or white or in between. Except the picture frame next to her bed with a group of girls in it. She cannot recognize each of them and has no idea what the picture is about…
She also knows there's something very, very wrong with all the black and white, but she can't remember what. There should be…
more, she thinks, but she
can't think. The only furniture in the room is a bed, a table, a chair, and a nightstand. She frowns, noting that a
single chair means she doesn't have much company.
Then she notices a window and goes to look out. The picture before her is a sea with houses and rooftops around, so she knows that she’s probably on a high place.
Above some things, but still beneath others. But as she tries to think again her head starts to throb.
She sits down on the bed, and the door she hadn't noticed suddenly opens. A tired tall-looking woman walks in, and Yuko blinks in surprise. She's also wearing a plain blouse and pants, underneath a white coat. Her long brown hair – that she
knows is not quite right – is tied up in a bun. Yuko knows she's beautiful – just by looking at her.
Haruna then smiles at her, with a clipboard and a pen on hand.
"Good morning, Oshima-chan," she says, looking at the clipboard. "How are you feeling?"
"Don't you usually wear more fashionable than this?" Yuko says, and she's
not sure where it came from, but she knows she’s right.
Haruna was stunned, and her heart skips a beat. It's been the same for two years, two long years and she has a fleeting moment of both joy and panic because this day is
different..Two years ago Yuko was brought to Akihabara Hospital that one cold winter night and was brought to the eight level—ICU department. She'll never forget reading the diagnosis in her chart. And it is forever burned into her memory.
Coma; Permanent brain damage. She took Yuko as her patient, and every morning since she has regain consciousness, she has followed the same routine. She goes into her room, says hello, and asks her a series of questions. Specialist said that the time she became conscious she has acquired a certain
memory disorder wherein she has loss the ability to create new memories and unable to remember anything about her recent past due to the injury she acquired; also sustained a short term memory loss that happens day-to-day.
To be able to help her somehow, they list certain questions that is strictly followed:
(1) How are you feeling this morning?
(2) What is the last thing you remember?
(3) How much do you remember before this?
(4) Do you know who you are?
(5) Where are you? And the answers were usually similar every day, some identical.
(1) Fine; okay; confused; tired.
(2) Miichan, at AKB High, her last year; she was yelling at her because she refused to have a skin ship.
(3) Some things; vague images; everything.
(4) No; yes.
(5) I don't know. Then she would become frustrated and she would leave. Yuko was always watched, so they knew that she would become angry, and throw things, and yell, but they would bring her lunch after she calmed down. She’d eat and then read her book for a few hours – always the same book at the same time every day.
Then she'd become restless and pace, finally going to the window and staring outside for a while. Haruna would return, or Atsuko, who also worked on her case, though not as closely as Haruna did, who spends a little more time with her.
Sometimes Yuko asked questions, and Haruna told her anything she wanted to know. Well,
almost anything. Haruna had tried telling her certain things, and was only hurt in return, so she didn't tell her again.
Sometimes they played a game or stayed for dinner. And then she'd go home and cry herself to sleep. Yuko would read until she fell asleep. And the next day, they would do it all again, with only slight variations. It had become too much for her, and she'd told her senior she needed a transfer. The older consultant only smiled sympathetically and said okay.
Today was Dr. Kojima Haruna's last day with Yuko, and Dr. Shinoda was taking her out to dinner to celebrate. It was symbolic of her putting Yuko behind her and trying to move forward. Because she’d been told, over and over again, that she would
never get better.
In reality, their friends were fine; it was she who was having a hard time moving on. Mariko had asked her out over a year ago and it took her asking ten times for Haruna to finally say yes. And Mariko had been very patient with her, but she knew she was running out of patience. Which was
part of why she was going to say goodbye to Yuko today.
One last goodbye, that she
wouldn't remember and that's what matters to her. So her comment on her attire shakes her off guard.
"I’ve been fashionable often," she says, sitting in the chair, calm, cool, and collected front.
Yuko shrugs.
"So, Oshima-chan. Tell me how you're feeling this morning."
Yuko moves back out the window and watches the glass fog up beneath her breath. And there's a flash of light, and she remembers a foggy night.
Just an impression, and she figures it's important. So she holds onto it, as tight as she can; but it's gone in an instant.
"Something is wrong with this room," Yuko says.
"Is it too hot? Too cold?" Haruna asks, not letting this
new twist mean anything to her.
Yuko simply shakes her head.
Haruna thinks about how soft Yuko’s hair is. She tries to remember the last time she touches it, running her fingers through it, but she can't.
"It's nothing like that," Yuko says. Then she looks at her. "Is everything supposed to be like this? I mean, why is that there's only one book here?" she asks, pointing to it. "And that picture frame with girls?" Now pointing to the frame. "And your wearing?"
Suddenly Haruna’s heart beats furiously.
This is completely new."What book?" she asks, unable to think what she meant by her last question.
Yuko goes to it and glances the title, and there's another flash, and she hears a laugh, and someone says to give the book back, and so she does, and the flash ends. Haruna is looking at her strangely, Yuko then arm extends her hand with book in hand.
Haruna takes the book and looks at it, and Yuko sees her eyes get wet, but she doesn't know why.
"I don't know why this book is here," Haruna says, still looking at it.
Yuko sits on the bed and studies her, and it's strange, because she knows she knows her, but that's about all she knows. It's all so – foggy – and it's frustrating her.
"I'd like to ask you some questions," Haruna says, looking at her clipboard and returning the book to the table.
"Okay," Yuko response, fidgeting with her sheet. Only, it shouldn't be
white; she frowns; it should be –
green?"What is the last thing you remember?"
Yuko frowns, because she's been trying to figure that out all morning. And things seem – layered – to her, like she's done all this before. Like she's looked out that window a hundred times or more. It's a feeling, and she can't be sure, but at the same time, she is. Yuko knows some things, but not how or why. Or what they meant.
Like she knows Haruna takes her for tea with two lumps of sugar and no cream.
And why on earth would she know that?"What's wrong with me?" Yuko asks, and Haruna seems startled.
"What do you mean?"
"I feel – stuck. Like this has happened before, and I want it to stop, but it never will. I know something is wrong."
Haruna takes a deep breath and says, "You're in a hospital. And I’m one of your Doctors, you were hit a long time ago and that injury affected your memory. Every day you forget the previous day; you start over, so to speak."
"How long?" Yuko asks, calmly, not really surprised. Like she's heard it before.
"One year, eleven months and 15 days.."
That's
not new either. "Tell me something you've never told me before."
Haruna frowns. "Well, let's see. I like sushi."
Yuko waves dismissively. "I know that. Tell me something I don't know." Haruna’s eyes get wet again, and it sends a pang through her, of something familiar, and Yuko suddenly gets scared. "This isn't usual, is it?" Yuko asks, and Haruna shakes her head. "Tell me."
Another deep breath. Then, "I was here when they brought you." Haruna answered.
But Yuko knew that too. "No. Something I absolutely do not know." she's getting annoyed;
why wouldn't she just – comply?"Acchan’s getting married."
Ah-hah! Yuko can tell that was different. she doesn't know that. Haruna's looking at her expectantly, and there's another flash, and Yuko sees her, laughing, her long brown hair flowing, and a scarf around her neck, and she's bundled, and they're walking hand in hand through a park, it's autumn, and there are colors all around – colors – that match her, and her smile is warm and full of –
Flash end... and Haruna’s frowning at her. "So. Who’s the guy?" she continued.
"Um….biologically she’s
not a man but I think she’s just hiding the truth from us." Haruna smiles.
"It’s Takamina, right." Yuko looks at her, and again Haruna was surprised.
"Tell me more," Yuko says. "We were –
friends, weren't we?"
She nods, hesitantly.
"Only, we were
more. I'm right, aren't I?" Yuko ask.
Haruna freezes, her eyes looked shock, and her lips partly slight.
"Nyanyan…." Yuko says, and somehow she remembers her.
TBC
P.S. sorry if I'm not really good with
angst 
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