1 Waking in a Hospital With No Memories

Slowly, I opened my eyes to...a hospital room?

I, for some reason, felt that I shouldn't be here and when I tried to think of why I shouldn't be here, I...drew a complete blank. In fact, when I tried to think about who I was and where I was exactly, I also drew a blank.

But some voice in the back of my head seemed to be speaking to me, telling me that I wasn't supposed to be wherever I was. But even though I didn't know who I was, I could name everything in this room. I was on a bed, covered by a blanket, with a HR monitor linked up to me and beating in time with my heartbeats. I knew that the walls were painted in a color called blue and I knew underneath the blanket I was wearing a hospital gown.

I knew all this information...but any attempts to think about myself brought up nothing in my head. It was frustrating. But I had a feeling that I was used to being frustrated because I easily controlled the feeling and kept a calm mind.

I sat up before pulling off the things they'd put on me while I was asleep - the needles from the IV and the part of the HR monitor attached to my finger to monitor my heart rate.

Standing up I instantly felt something weird. My balance...was weird. It wasn't bad. No, far from it in fact, my balance felt solid and unnatural. The knowledge on my head that was actually present, told me that this was above average even when compared to other athletes. It told me that my body was beyond something a normal human could get.

Then what did that make me? I don't know. But I still feel human. I have a heartbeat and I look and feel humanoid, so I'm human, right? Again, I don't know. It really is getting frustrating now.

Ignoring my apparently superhuman balance, I looked around my room and walked over to the window. It seemed to be spring because of the Sakura petals flowing around the place. I felt my eye twitch at the name 'Sakura', did I possibly know a Sakura? Maybe a family member? Seems like that or something similar if I go off of the strong feelings I can feel bubbling inside of me.

...Did I mention how annoying it is that I can't remember anything?

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head I looked over the skyline of the buildings in the distance and from the overall lay-out of the architecture, I could say that I was in Japan for sure. I had a feeling that I was from Japan as well, despite my light brown skin. I caught a hint of my own reflection in the glass I was looking through and saw that I had white hair and silver-grey eyes. I wonder if I dyed my hair to get it like this? Well, I'd soon find out if that was the case. Though, silver-grey eyes? Quite exotic. Didn't know it was possible to get eyes like those. Or at least that's what the information in my head says.

The outside was nice and calming. For some reason I felt like I hadn't seen such a scene in a long time. Especially not one where I could actually relax and enjoy it. Just what life had I been leading to feel like this? Sounds like an annoying one.

...But the outside truly did look beautiful. The embankment next to the river...the trees swaying in the wind...I opened the window and let all the scents enter the room, along with the cool breeze and I let out an audible sigh as a smile spread across my face. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath and let myself get lost in it.

With my eyes closed I felt a scene come to mind. A scene of a girl with purple hair. She had slightly dull purple eyes and I could tell she was hurting inside...yet she had a heartwarming smile on her face. Like she was so incredibly happy to see me. Why did seeing that smile hurt? Who was the girl?

"Fufu~" I was brought out of my questioning by a noise that sounded like creepy laughter coming from behind me, I turned around and met eyes with a pair of surprised hazel ones, "Huh?!" the owner of the eyes let out a gasp of shock before rushing over to me, "Get back in bed, now! Now! Quick!" she ushered me back to the bed. I could have resisted but why would I do that - I'd just be making it difficult for this woman. She's obviously a nurse and she's just doing her job.

Common sense dictates that she must be worried about a patient of hers hurting themselves. Though, I feel perfectly fine. I wonder what happened to me to get me into a hospital?

Taking a chance to give the nurse a once over, I had to admit, she was a real beauty.

She was decently tall - about 5'9" - and had the curves and assets to go with her height. Her physique is most pronounced by her humongous breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs. She has waist-length blonde hair, with several bangs coming down into her face and two main bangs that come down at the sides running all the way down framing her beautiful face. She had a slight dopey expression on her face even with her seriousness practically oozing off of her and I could tell that she was a slightly lazy person from the way her hazel eyes looked kind of sleepy.

Oblivious to me checking out her appearance, the woman huffed and pouted her lips before glaring at me, "You were brought to us in a pretty bad condition, so don't go messing around while under my watch, understand? You need to heal!" her voice was smooth yet had a slightly immature tone to it.

To think this was the woman in charge of my healthcare...what a world, huh?

I felt a smirk tug along my lips as I raised an eyebrow at the nurse, "Really? I feel fine, though. Maybe you didn't do your job properly," I quipped, laughing a little which surprised me - was this the type of person I am? The type to tease people and be sarcastic all the time? Huh. It could be worse.

Narrowing her eyes at me, the nurse got unreasonably close to me before poking at my body. My body being covered in athletic and compact muscle, I couldn't help but smirk while thinking of another sarcastic quip, yet I held myself back when I saw her expression morph into one of confusion as she looked up at me.

"But you were so injured a few days ago...we'd thought that you wouldn't have recovered from the bone fractures alone within a few months, let alone a few days...are you sure you're feeling okay, Emiya-san?" she asked a serious question but all I could focus on was the last thing she said.

'Emiya'. A name.

"Em..i..ya?" I said to no one in particular, my head suddenly hurting a little bit with a weird ringing in my ears. I looked at the nurse, my head slightly tilted as I asked, "Is that my name? Emiya?" I spoke and the worry on the nurses face went through the rough.

"Your saying that you can't remember your name? What about your age? Family members?" she asked, shooting out questions as she once again got too close to my face.

Pushing her away a little, I marveled at my own strength making it so easy - well, it was either that or the woman in front of me was so weak - but realizing the seriousness and worry on her face, I just nodded before answering, "I don't know my name, my age...and I can't remember anything about any family members," I kept the image of the purple-haired girl from my head a secret because I don't even know if she's real or something in my imagination right now.

Getting up, the nurse held up a finger to me before walking away and out of the room. I assumed she'd meant she'd be back in a minute with her gesture, otherwise I'd probably label her as a rude ass.

Fortunately she came back soon enough, this time holding a...wallet? Was this my wallet? Then why do I feel like it couldn't possibly be mine?

Getting close enough to me to hand it over, the nurse outstretched her arm toward me, the wallet in her hand. I narrowed my eyes a little before taking the wallet off of her. When I took it, the nurse spoke up, "That's all we found on you...alongside a bow and an empty quiver. Your clothes were bloodied and torn so we scrapped those, I hope you don't mind, Emiya-san. We've prepared some replacements for you anyway," she said, once again calling me that name.

I took one last look at her and flicked open the wallet while wondering why I didn't react weirdly to the knowledge that I had been carrying around a bow and quiver...was that normal for me?

Trying my best to ignore such thoughts, I saw that there was some I.D in the slot where you'd usually put it and looked through the clear film of plastic, I read through it.

"Emiya Shirou...18? That feels...off," I said to no one in particular as I thought about it. 18? I didn't feel like I was 18. I felt older. Later twenties at least. But who am I to argue with I.D that says my age and date of birth? It's a legal document, after all. Feeling the wallet I felt something in the zipped up section. Opening the zipper, I saw a bunch of money and a key, so pulling out the key, I looked intently at it before looking toward the nurse, "You know what this is for? Because I sure as hell don't," I bitterly asked, thinking that amnesia or whatever I had was truly, truly annoying.

An image came to my head - a redheaded kid about 17 or so. My mind linked him with annoyance for some reason. Must be one annoying kid if I can remember how he looks despite having forgot everything about myself.

Finally showing me a smile, the nurse nodded her head rapidly before sitting down on the bed again.

"Yes! We contacted the police when we found your bloodied state and after seeing your I.D they worked out that you'd brought a property recently - under your name and it was the only one under a name like 'Emiya Shirou'. It's in the same apartment block as me as well! Can you believe that? Living in the same place as my patient...it's like those stories I've read on the internet~!" she smiled to herself and despite the weird nature of what she just said I couldn't deny that she was pretty cute-looking right now.

Rolling my eyes, I put the key back into the wallet before giving the nurse a derisive look, "And do those stories have a lewd context to them? From my age, I'd say I'm a highschooler, so back off before I call the police, nurse-san," I smirked toward the end, seeing her face go a little red before she huffed and averted her gaze.

"It's Marikawa-neesan to you, Emiya-san! I've been looking after you day and night for the past few days, so a little gratitude would be nice, you know?" she pouted at me while giving me a sidelong glance, her hazel eyes filled with indignation.

Hearing her, I saw some merit to what she'd just said so I nodded my head at her, a polite smile on my face, "You're right, I guess...so thanks for looking after me, Marikawa-san," I bowed my head a little and from the red blush on Marikawa's face I wondered if I were handsome or she's just easily flustered.

"I-it's fine, Emiya-san, plus..." she muttered the rest but I am pretty sure I heard 'handsome boy' in there somewhere so I felt a bit troubled that this woman had been around my unconscious body for so long but I put it to the back of my mind before I sat the wallet on the table near my bed. Looking to Marikawa I asked a question.

"Seeing as I'm fine, can I get discharged yet? I'd like to go and check out my apartment," I asked, being genuine about what I wanted. I wanted to see if it would shine any light on any memories.

Even a walk on the street might bring back some memories for all I know.

Once again I found myself wondering...just who was I?

. . .

Entering the apartment I'd be calling home, I looked around and found that nothing really stood out to me. It'd been a day since I woke up not knowing who I was, and yet nothing had come back yet. Though I'd guess it would be a bit too optimistic to expect anything to come back in months, let alone a few days.

Looking at the bow and empty quiver I was carrying in my hand, I looked around before seeing a coat rack secured into the wall next to and I just put them on that due to not knowing where else to put them.

...I'm not exactly sure why I have those, either. But I will admit that they feel perfect in my hand. Like they're an extension of me. Then again, when I thought about it, I felt like I could kick most people's asses. Not even with my superior strength either, just technique. I...felt like I'd fought a lot with this body. It was a weird feeling when you knew more about how to fight than you actually knew yourself.

Speaking about my strength, I'd done a few subtle tests and I could say that it was definitely further than what a normal human could do. I'd completely bent a metal pipe into a pretzel shape without even trying on the way back...and I'm fairly sure not just every average person can do that.

I hadn't had time to check out other things about my body but I could tell my senses were incredible as well. I could easily see a person's face hundreds upon hundreds of meters away and within a radius of about 15 or so meters, no sounds could escape my ears if I really concentrated. But as I was about to walk out of my hallway, the sound of my letterbox having something pushed through it entered my ears.

I didn't hear anyone walk away from the door and as I turned around, I seemed to enter a battle-ready stance as I rushed to the door and swung it open:

Nothing.

There was nothing there.

Poking my head out and checking left and right, squinting my eyes to see if I could see something in the free space...which was weird because how could I see something if there was nothing there? Maybe I'd experienced something like that before?

Taking one last look at the apartment hallway, I turned around and entered my apartment again before closing the door. Inside, I looked down at the package that had plopped through.

It was much too big to actually have been fit through the letter box, yet my attention was attracted more to the letter on top of the package with the words 'To, Emiya Shirou, Ex-Counter Guardian' written on the envelope. Was that what I was? A Counter Guardian? What the hell is a Counter Guardian and why does thinking about it piss me off?

Pushing such things away from the forefront of my mind, I picked up the letter before opening it.

What I read mildly pissed me off, honestly.