The Crash Chapter 1Ok, Usagi-san has reached a new level of rich man big headedness.More Like This
Misaki gawked at the sight of him as he stepped off his new machine. Even though the air was cool and the skies were slightly clouded, Misaki's cheeks turned rosy at the sight of Usagi in leather.
The motorbike was jet black, yet it seemed to shine. Red stripes raced down the sides like red carpets, inviting everybody to have a ride on the soft seat. State of the art motorcycle technology made the bike seem as if it came from the future, even though the model had only come out that year.
Usagi grabbed the bottom of his matching bike helmet and slid it off. Like a movie star or a stunt man he shook his head from side to side, his hair glowing as it caught a slight breeze.
He waved to Misaki with a devilish smile, and then turned to his new toy. Although he hated to admit it, Misaki thought Usagi looked drop dead gorgeous in his biker suit. The material it was made of perfect
The Crash Chapter 2Well, thought Hiroki, this is awkward.More Like This
Hiroki stared down at the brown headed boy, his head buried deep within his hands. He sat in the waiting room silently as doctors and nurses whipped passed, doing their daily jobs like nothing were wrong.
Without a sound, Hiroki sat in the empty seat next to him. The boy didn't move. He had absolutely no idea what to do, or even what to say. This is what I would be like he thought. If I still had feelings for him. He put the thought at the back of his mind. Those feelings were gone, and some accident wasn't going to bring him back.
So for a few minutes the two of them sat in silence.
Finally the boy looked up, his eyes red from all the tears.
'P-Professor Hiroki' he mumbled. 'What are you doing here?'
'Hey, he's my friend to you know' replied Hiroki, harsher then he intended.
'Oh ok '
'So Misaki' Hiroki said. 'How have you been
The Crash Chapter 3'Amnesia?'More Like This
The tall slim doctor with blue hair nodded.
'Yes' he said, 'It appears that Mr Usami suffered a head injury, and his memory appears to have been lost. Although, we were expecting much worse damage to the brain, such as a coma or even terminal brain damage. I consider him very lucky to have only lost his memories and not his life.'
Lucky? Misaki repeated the word in his mind. He sat across from the doctor, his eyes focused on the scrunched mess of tissues on his lap. The office felt spacious when he had first been led in. Although tears had filled his eyes the large desk, the clean windows and the various bookcases against the wall were hard to miss.
But even with all this, the room felt as if it was getting smaller and smaller. He really doesn't remember me? The thought was inconceivable yet it was undeniable. His dear Usagi had no idea who he was, or what they shared. He couldn't remember the nights they had spent together, th