Unread postby bookworm702 » February 23rd, 2011, 2:17 am
Shiori walks in and thanks the medic nin. She closes the door behind her and takes a seat. "Toshizo. What happened? My ally came and reported that you had been taken to the hospital."
Toshizo looked at the girl in panic. Why was he the one who had to explain this? "Well, Aburame-san, it's a long-"
Shiori cut him off. "Aburame-san? Toshizo, what's the matter with you? You haven't called me that since the first month we met."
Oh, brilliant. They were on first name terms? "Uh, well, that's just the thing, um-" Toshizo hesitated, "Shiori-san. Apparently I had an accident while sparring with a special jonin named Tatsumaru, and I...I appear to have lost all memories of the past year. I'm sorry, Shiori-san."
As Toshizo finished the statement, Shiori's blood slowly left her face until it was white as a sheet. "Toshizo... you're, you're joking. This is just a bad attempt at humor, right?"
He shook his head sadly. "No, it's not. I wish it was, but it's not. I'm sorry." He felt awful. It was obvious by her reaction that she cared a great deal about him, but she was just a stranger to his eyes.
"Toshizo...no." Almost without thought, she moved out of the chair and wrapped her arms around him. Toshizo couldn't quite supress a blush. "Please. Toshizo, please. We, we were getting married next month! Please remember, Toshizo!" She began sobbing into his his shoulder, clutching onto his flak jacket. Stiff from the muscle strain, Toshizo awkwardly put his arms around her in an attempt to console her.
What was he going to do? He didn't know how to make her feel better; he didn't even know her! So he just settled for holding her. Maybe if he just shut up, she could pretend he was the man she knew.
For several minutes they stayed there in that awkward embrace. Toshizo sat back, not thinking anything in particular, taking deep, calming breaths through his nose. At this proximity, his nose was assaulted by Shiori's scent. The musky smell of her jacket, the odd must given off by the kikai, the faint, cloying scent of honeysuckle...
"Flowers." Toshizo half mumbled to himself. Shiori remained motionless.
"I...I brought you flowers." He sat up now, and Shiori looked up, her face twinged with hope. "They....they were...Amaryllis." The faintest hint of recognition began to dawn on his features. "I told you you were beautiful." He says with a voice edging towards wonder.
Shiori smiled even as she wiped away her tears. "That's, that's right." Her cheeks, bone white just a few minutes ago, gained a light blush. "That was the first time someone called me beautiful." She smiled again and pulled him into another embrace. Tears, this time of happiness, dampened his shoulder once again. "Thank you. Thank you for remembering."
After a while, they sit back down and Shiori and Toshizo have a long talk, Shiori walking through everything she can remember about their time together.