Oooohh yall are open! May i ask for Bel, Byakuran and Takeshi for the so forgetting about them scenario please?
You opened your eyes, squinting at the bright light. It caused your current headache to double in pain. Mercifully the lights were switched off. You turned to your side ready to thank whoever switched the lights off for you, and came face to face with an attractive looking guy with white hair and lavender eyes. You noticed some red stains on his clothes as he smiled at you relieved that you were alright.
“[Name]-chan you’re awake.” He held onto your hand, “I thought that you-”
“I’m sorry.” You interrupted him, “Who are you?”
He looked confused, “What do you mean? I’m your fiancé.”
You still looked confused.
“Not ringing any bells.” You told him.
Byakuran glared at nothing, you felt a chill when you saw his barely restrained anger. He let go of your hand and went on the phone walking away from you with his back turned to you. You stared at his back, mind going really fast. Could you trust this guy? He looked ready to kill just a second ago? He turned back to you, eyes softening when he looked at you.
“Bring them to me.” He said before ending the call.
“Don’t worry [Name]-chan.” He approached you and kissed you on the forehead, “You’ll remember me very soon.”
You stared at him, not knowing how to feel about that.
You sat at the table of your shared apartment and ate the sushi the man- no Takeshi- made for you to help jog your memory. It was delicious, and you hummed your delight causing him to smile brighter than before.
“Do you remember anything?” He asked optimistic.
You looked apologetically at him, “No, sorry. It’s really good though.”
He deflated a bit and you couldn’t help but feel bad even though there was nothing you could do. He grabbed onto your hand when he sensed your disappointment and gave you a reassuring smile.
“It’s okay [Name]-chan.” He told you, “You’ll remember soon enough.”
You smiled at him, “If it means eating like this all the time it can’t be all bad.”
He laughed at your quip, causing you to blush at him. You really wanted to remember your relationship with Takeshi. He was so attentive and loving you could imagine yourself with him. You stared at his hands feeling the calluses. You felt a bit lightheaded, something was coming to you.
“[Name]-chan?” He questioned you when you zoned out.
You focused on him, excited, “You’re a swordsman!” You exclaimed.
He nodded at you feeling some of your excitement, “Yes, yes I am [Name]-chan.”
You ate more of the sushi, maybe it was causing you to remember some things. You didn’t notice the resigned smile on his face as he watched you eat.
Your head was killing you as you felt yourself being moved somewhere. You were rested down on the ground somewhere and was shook violently. You heard a voice desperately call to you.
“[Name]? [Name]! You need to get up right now.”
You opened your eyes staring at the guy with bangs that was too long and a crown on his head. You blinked at him, knowing that this was bizarre at least. The prince held you when you blinked at him, not catching your utter confusion. Who was this guy? Why is there gunfire around here? Where were you anyway? And why is that guy pointing a gun at you. You tapped the prince to get his attention.
“Prince there’s a gun pointed at us!”
Before you could register it the prince threw a knife at the would be assailant, who dropped to the ground dead. You sighed in relief that you survived. The prince stared at you.
“Principessa you called me prince?”
You turned your attention to him, “That’s what you are right?” You asked.
“Yes I am a prince.” He grinned, “But you never call me that.”
“I don’t? What do I call you? Do I know you?” You asked.
He stared at you for a second, before a malicious smile crept on his face. You felt uncomfortable watching it happen. You had a bad feeling this would not end well, but you didn’t know for who.
“You don’t remember me Principessa?” He asked, the smile never leaving his face.
“Uh no?” You began looking for an escape route, “Should I?”
“Okay time to go.” You thought, but he grabbed your hand and hoisted you up before you could flee. A knife appearing in his free hand stilled you before you even began struggling.
“The prince will take care of this familigia first, then we’ll fix you Principessa.” He told you as he dragged you along.
You blanched as he cut down the first person and silently swore to yourself.