Prologue : My_Precious_Colour

~ Some stupid questions keep going into my head… What color is colourless color? Is it white? Black? Some people said grey and some even said clear, but wait,,,does clear even count as a color? When you lost your memory permanently, does that mean the previous you have died? In case my memory return, will I stay the same or…. I don't care much, it just something doesn't feel right. Even though I can't remember anything, I can't help but feel empty in my heart… Why do I feel like a colorless color… I thought a person that lost his memory can't remember anything and goes to baby state where you can just reset your life and …..~

* After math class, Ryuga is still asleep even after the teacher walk out the class. Then someone walk up to him from behind his back and "slaapppp!!" The sound and the pain of Aiko hitting his head wake him up. *

AIKO : oiiii, wake up! The class ended already, you know. How much longer you want to sleep here. You should not skip the class like that next time. Exam is just around the corner.

RYUGA : Can you shut up ur mouth, you keep nagging at me everyday, no, everytime you see me! Who are you? My mom?

* He reply while rubbing the back of his head where he was hit and the girl keep blabbering…*

~It has been a year since I got into that accident, they said it's a miracle that I am still alive. It just that my head got hit so hard which make me lost my memory. I don't know what kind of life I've live before, but I know the me before was a very miserable person that did nothing other than studying like a mad person. Am I a computer or what, I do lost my memory of the past, but studying is getting easier for me that I feel like there's no point to study anymore.~

RYUGA : I pray that I can live for more than a thousand years. God please hear my pray.

AIKO : Huh? Are you stupid? No human can live that long you know? The oldest person in the world record is only probably 112 years old or something like that, no one can get to a thousand years old.

RYUGA : That's why I pray for something impossible to god, if it's possible to be done by a human then I won't believe in god. IF the god exist in the first place.

AIKO : Tsk! God exist you know, he is watching over you all the time.

RYUGA : Woah, god must have too much free time,,,

AIKO : What are you talking about, he own that time himself and.…

RYUGA : Stop stop stop… Give me my bag, I want to go home. Hearing your nagging like an old gramps makes me feel dizzy, I want to sleep so bad.

*BAMM* (the bags thrown to Ryuga's face)

AIKO : There you go, lets go home.

RYUGA : ~You lil bitch, you will pay thrice for that one day. Just wait and see!~

*Both of them walk towards the classroom door and leave the class. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at their apartment. *

-outside their appartment-

AIKO : Hey, I'm making miso soup later, don't lock your door okay? I will bring it to your place.

RYUGA : Sure, I'll sleep for a bit while waiting for you, goodnight!

AIKO : It's still evening stupid, you know what? Whatever.

-07:34pm-

~ Aiko wearing an embarrassing outfit again ~

RYUGA : Aiko-chan, you shouldn't dress like that when you are at a boy's place. It's inappropriate.

AIKO : Hehe, am I too cute for you to look?

RYUGA : I admit you are pretty, but no matter how I see you, you are not my type at all.

AIKO : What a coincidence, me too.

RYUGA : Anyway, your miso soup is tasty as always, thanks for the meal.

AIKO : Ohoo, is that a compliment? If you like it that much, I'll make it everyday.

RYUGA : Everyday is too much okay, and I feel bad for letting you cook for me everyday, I…

AIKO : Ryu, I thought we already discussed that, don't be sorry okay, I'm using your ingredient, your kitchen and make you do all the cleaning. That's even for us. So stop bringing this up again.

RYUGA : Ouh, okay, sorry.

AIKO : Ryu!

RYUGA : I mean thanks partner, see you tomorrow.

AIKO : Hehe that's more like it. See you tomorrow, don't stay up all night okay? Bye.

RYUGA : Okay, bye.

~ if you guys wanna ask me, "who's this girl," then I also don't know her well. She said I was her only childhood friend. When I met her at hospital that day, she cried a lot. Her tears were the first thing I've got to see when I woke up from the coma. Although I didn't know her, I feel comfortable when I see her by my side all the time. I'm very jealous with the previous me, I lost my memory, but I didn't lose her. I make a promise to my old self, I will never make her cry for myself like that again ~

…....…..even at the brightest day, a rain can come down.. and invite a storm along the way....…...