|An Old Friend, A New Friendship
Author: chibifurby PM
A childhood friend comes back to Japan, and Zakuro meets him for the first time in eight years. Full summary inside Chapter 30 up. Tplus for suggestive themes. DISCONTINUEDRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Zakuro F. - Chapters: 33 - Words: 33,993 - Reviews: 53 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 10-08-08 - Published: 10-08-06 - id: 3190179
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Ok, seeing the other kind stories I'm writing/have written you probably would think I would write a Tokyo Mew Mew story, but I did/am so too bad.
Blah In English(remember this is in Japan so the normally speak Japanese from what I last heard)
Blah Past events
Summary: A childhood friend comes back to Japan, and Zakuro meets him for the first time in eight years. The only problem being he doesn't remember anything about living in Japan. Can she remake their old friendship, or will a new closer relationship form?
Eight years ago:
Zakuro was sitting on the couch at home, a blanket on top of her, in front of the on television. She was trying to rid herself of sadness by watching some TV. Her best friend, Tohma, had moved to America with his family a few days ago. They had known each other ever since way back when. Though they weren't related in any way, Tohma had always been like an elder brother to her, if not more. They always did stuff together. One was almost never seen without the other. They were inseparable. Also, when one felt down or bothered, they would confide in one another.
Zakuro got off the couch, blanket still on her, and went to the kitchen to pour her a glass of water for herself. When she returned, the English news was back on. She and Tohma had been learning English together as an elective second language. Ever since, they had adopted the habit of watching the English news every night.
"Earlier today, there was a devastating accident in California."
Zakuro choked on her water. 'That's where Tohma lives!' she thought.
"A speeding car collided with a stationary car, causing the stationary car to crash into some guard rails that were off to the side. As the car had teetered off the side of the cliff, the driver and passenger were able to climb out of the vehicle, though their eight year old son remain, unconscious in the back seat."
Zakuro had felt her heart beating rapidly.
"As the frantic parents tried to get there son out of the car, the car had flipped over the edge and fell 20 feet. By some miracle, the eight year old child had survived the fall, coming out with several broken bones and a concussion. Currently the boy is under heavy surgery. Although doctors still do not know whether young Tohma Nojima will be able to pull through.
Zakuro's glass of water fell though her hands, as she stood there in shook.
Zakuro still had nightmares of that day when she heard about Tohma's accident. She had never found out whether or not Tohma had made any kind of recovery. Though she forced herself to be able to face the facts if worse came to worse, she couldn't help but fear that Tohma didn't make it. It has been eight years since that day, and Zakuro was already in high school, a movie star, and a member of the Tokyo Mew Mews, and she still couldn't help dwelling in the past.
One night, after yet another nightmare, Zakuro got out of bed and went down into the kitchen for a glass of water. As she drank, something caught the corner of her eye. She walked over and picked up a picture. It was a picture her and Tohma, her lengthy purple hair fell over her shoulders as Tohma, who had his black hair reaching the bottom of his neck, stood next to her, arm around her shoulder and Zakuro having the opposite hand holding the hand Tohma had around her shoulder. The picture was taken not to long before he moved. Subconsciously she started gripping her glass of water tightly.
"Ow," she gave a small cry of pain as the glass shattered cutting her hand.
As she bent down and gathered most of the glass pieces in her other hand, the doorbell rang.
'Who could be calling at this hour?' Zakuro wondered to herself.
She went to dump the glass shards into the trash can and went to answer the door. When she answered the door, she can face to face with a boy with jet black hair that reached his neck and who was not to much older than herself.
"Excuse me, but to you know where this address is?" he asked, though in English, while showing her a piece of paper.
"Oh, yes," Zakuro replied, also in English, looking at the paper he was holding.
As soon as Zakuro spoke, the boy realized he was speaking in English.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm always forgetting I'm not in California anymore," the boy said, this time in Japanese.
"Oh, so you do know how to speak Japanese," replied Zakuro, though hearing that the boy came from California made something go off in her head.
"Yes I do, but that doesn't help me any of finding my new house," he said smiling.
"Not a problem, here, you just go down this road and-"
"Maybe you could write it down for me?" he said, scratching his head.
"Sure, no problem," she said, and feeling the cold night wind said, "Why don't you come in."
"Thanks," he said, rather thankfully, as he walked into the house.
Zakuro went into the living room and got a pen and paper out. The boy followed while taking in her house.
"Wow, you have a really nice house," he commented.
"Thanks," said Zakuro, looking up.
'I can't help thinking I know him from somewhere,' she thought to herself as her continued writing down the instructions..
"Zakuro…" came a small whisper.
Zakuro looked up abruptly.
"Wh-what did you say?" she asked.
"Oh sorry, it's just… it's nothing," the boy said hesitantly.
When Zakuro continued to look at him, he gave in.
"To be honest, I don't even know who this person is," said the boy, "to tell the truth, I was in an accident seven or eight years ago. I had lost my memory then, everything before that is a blank to me. I can't remember anything, except for this one name, Fuijwara Zakuro."
There was a ringing silence. The boy looked at her.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah…" she said in a daze, "yeah."
She continued to look at him.
The boy looked nervous.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"What was your name again?" asked Zakuro.
The boy looked at her in confusion. Then, realizing that he had yet to introduce himself, laughed and apologized.
"I'm sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself," said the boy, "My name is Tohma Nojima. And you are?"
Zakuro had never gotten around to answering his question that night, for she had fainted.