Summary: Atobe finds Ryoma unconscious in the snow one night, and decides to take him home. When Ryoma wakes up, Atobe finds out that he has amnesia, so what does he do? He tells Ryoma that they're lovers. Why? Because he's like Ryoma for a long time and now is finally his chance to let him know that. But what will Atobe do when Ryoma regains his memories? Will he lose the most important person in his life? Or will he find that Ryoma has some secrets of his own? Read on to find out!
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Looking out the tinted windows of the limousine, I noticed an unnatural bump under the blanket of snow outside. Looking at it curiously, I noticed it twitch a bit, and a bit of familiar greenish-black hair became visible. My eyes widened, and I called out at the driver to stop. Throwing open the door, I jumped out and dashed over to the gently shivering form.
Kneeling down, I quickly but gently brushed the snow aside. He was curled up into a tight ball, and his shivering was slowly dieing down. Picking up the younger male, I carried him gently to the limo. Once inside, I opened the emergency kit and took out the blanket that I knew was in there, telling the driver to turn up the heat, and step on it.
By the time we arrived at the mansion a little while later, his skin was starting to lose its bluish tinge, and his breathing was a bit more regular. Keeping him wrapped tightly in the emergency blanket, I carried him inside and up to my bedroom, telling the maids to call a doctor. Once there, I lay him on my bed, and got to work removing his soaked clothes.
About five minutes later, he was dressed in a pair of black sweatpants that were way too big for him and a warm purple sweater of mine that reached almost to his knees. As he lay there, curled up into a tight little ball on my bed I couldn't help but think how absolutely adorable he looked.
After a good 5 minutes, I finally decided to go take a shower. Of course, being me, I finally got out about and hour later, only to find that, to my surprise, Ryoma had already woken up. When I walked out of the bathroom, he just looked at me with a lost look in his eyes, like a lost lamb.
"Ah, good, you're finally up, gaki," I said, claiming his attention. He just continued to look lost.
"Who're you?" he asked, causing me to stare at him, mouth gaping.
"You're kidding, right? Ore-sama is the great Atobe Keigo. Do not pretend you do not know me, gaki!"
"The doctor came while you were gone," he said absently. "He said I have something called amnesia, so I don't remember a lot of things."
My eyes widened and I looked at him disbelievingly. "What? You better not be joking with me, gaki, or I swear, you'll-" he cut me off.
"He told me to give you this," said Ryoma, holding out a small paper. Taking it from him, I read the doctor's messy writing.
It seems this boy has amnesia, but other than that, there seems to be nothing else wrong with him. He does not remember anything about himself, so until he gets better, you must take good care of him. He must not be allowed to see too many people at once, or he will be scared, as it seems he is a very timid boy. I suggest you not allow him to meet any of his friends or family, for it will make him feel pressured to like them, which in turn may make him unwell. Take things slowly. Reintroduce him to certain aspects of his life slowly and allow him to get used to them. If he has not gotten his memory back within a month, or something happens, do not hesitate to call me. Good luck!
After reading over the note, I looked over at Ryoma, and had to resist the urge to hug him to death. The shirt had almost fallen off one of his skinny shoulders, the neck hole being a bit too big, and he was trying to push his small hands completely through the long sleeves.
Chuckling, I went over to him and helped him roll up the sleeves and pant legs. "Sorry, these are quite big, but they're the smallest size clothes I have. I'll get some better fitting clothes for you tomorrow, okay?"
"Why can't I wear my own clothes?" he asked.
"Because they're soaking wet," I replied. "I gave them to one of the maids to wash."
"I see…" he said. Then, a thought seemed to occur to him. "B-but who changed my clothes?" he stuttered, blushing lightly.
Smirking, I drew close to him. "Why, I did, of course."
His blush brightened, and I laughed.
"Come now, we're both men, it's not like you have anything that I don't. And anyways, it's not like I haven't seen your body before," I said, drawing ever closer until our faces were just centimetres apart.
"W-what do you mean?" he asked, stumbling over the words, his voice a nervous whisper.
Smirking playfully, I drew even closer, and planted a gentle kiss on his plump pink lips. "Are you telling me you don't remember your own lover, Ryo-kun?"
His eyes stretched as wide as they would go, and he fell back in his haste to get away from me. "W-what?" he said.
Pouting, I said, "Aww, so mean, Ryoma-kun. We've been going out for 3 months already," I lied. "It's not like I'm going to bite you or anything. I love you. Now, come here, won't you?"
He hesitated, then slowly crept closer until he was within arms length. Reaching out my arms, I engulfed his tiny body into a gentle hug, and said, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it again eventually. And until you get your memories back, I'll take care of you, okay?"
He nodded, seeming slightly reassured, and yet embarrassed at the same time. "Thank you, Atobe-san."
Pulling back the covers of the bed, I laid him down and climbed in after him, snuggling up close.
"Call me Keigo."
"K-Keigo," he began again, seeming even more embarrassed. "A-aren't you going to put on a shirt?"
I laughed. "No, it's more comfortable like this. Why do you ask?"
Chuckling, I kissed him once on the cheek, and said, "Good night, Ryoma."
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