forgotten memories - chapter three

8:00 AM, August 22, Japan, Tokyo.

Memories of Touma, a dream:

The air was fresh. The grass was damp and quite green. You could hear birdsong all around. Under a cherry tree was a young boy. With gray hair, which he rested. He didn't want to do anything else, other than that, he had already raised his fists.

The wind slowly moving his hair, and enjoying the shade and the scent that the beautiful tree offered him.

- Hey! Wake up! It's time for you to come home. An authoritative voice tormented him. But somehow it brought him peace and tranquility.

He didn't want to get up, let alone leave. He was tired.

— Touma! Take it! "He called several times. He poked his cheeks to tease him. She knew very well that he hated it.

Ignoring his mild irritation, Touma rolled over onto his side and continued pretending to be asleep. He wanted to see how far a person would go to wake him up.

The person, he realized, was useless. And he thought, that it would only take seconds for Touma to scream to show his bad mood. But unfortunately, he was wrong.

"I'm going to count to three for you to get up. He speaks and starts counting. "One...two...three..." He saw no sign that Touma would get up. —Boo! You don't know, nothing like playing. — provokes him. He turns his back to the boy, and stomps hard on the ground.

He let out a nasal laugh, and finally turned towards the person. But she was now on her back.

- Hey! You too, don't even know how to count! - He yells, already intending to get that person's attention.

The person immediately turns towards Touma and smiles.

"I have my own ways of doing things. - He says, while lightly with his hands he holds the garment so that it doesn't get up with the wind.

Touma, supports his head with his arm, and without giving much importance asks: — What do you want, Aimi? He closes his eyes and yawns. "I was in such a good nap.

"I came to warn you that the Westland gang boss is looking for you. He speaks calmly.

Touma, sighs and makes a bored expression. Indeed, he had done something very small against some of the members of that gang. But anyway, he wasn't afraid of them coming at him! He would finish them all!

"I thought you had your own business to deal with." Isn't your gang in serious trouble too? he asks suspiciously. What was she planning? What would you gain from it?

A silence stagnated between the parties. Touma, waited anxiously for his answer and Aimi, on the other hand, was too lazy to answer him.

Why, does he ask so many questions? No wonder no one can outrun him. Well, I'm not here for this reason. So I'm fine with this pain.

Think Aimi.

— What problems are you referring to, Touma? 'His Tom, got more serious. His blue eyes stared into Touma's violent ones.

The boy is the first to dodge. But no, because the girl had won. But yes, because the boy thought of something better. He got up, stretching and went to the girl.

"Be very careful, Aimi. I'm not the idiot you think. He speaks in a serious tone. His gaze had changed, and he sure as hell wanted to intimidate the girl.

"I never told you that I thought you were an idiot." He took it alone, this conclusion. She leaves her voice gravelly. I was looking at him seriously.

Seconds later, the two started laughing. They loved playing like that. It was one of Touma's only amusements.

Aimi, had an aura different from other people he had already met. She was menacing, strong, brave and kind. She had long, black hair that stopped very close to her knees. A white skin, drawn lips. She had incredible posture. Only in the clothes, which she was now wearing, you couldn't tell much. Her dress is white and simple. She wore comfortable sandals and flats.

The wind carried her black hair, and Touma watched her closely. After a while, she had remembered something.

— Hey, Aimi! My house, isn't it the same as yours? - he says, and the distracted girl pushes her hair out of front and lets out a laugh.

"Very well remembered, Touma. I thought I had forgotten. She approaches him. "I am your dear wife, am I not?" But still, treat me like I'm not. She fills her cheeks with air as if she's sulking.

The boy scratched the back of his neck a little embarrassed. Since he really had forgotten that detail.

"But I don't blame you. He turns around. "You only had to marry me, to protect me. – the sad sentence ends.

Touma, did not deny this fact. Really, he only married her to protect her from her silly mistakes. He just looks away from her.

"Well, Touma I need to tell you something. — He hesitates and continues: —.I'm...

The boy took another look at the girl in front of him, and was there to pay attention to what he was saying. But unfortunately he couldn't hear, a truck honked its horn anyway.

— Oh?! Can repeat? With the noise I couldn't hear. He says, putting his hand over his ear. Trying to listen better.

Aimi, twists her lips and doesn't have the courage to repeat what he said again.

He looked at the cherry tree, and says:

— It is already then, spring... — She speaks loaded with sadness. "It must be our last spring together. She whispers.

— Yes, it's spring. Touma speaks last with his hands in his pockets.

Reality, present:

Touma, wakes up euphoric from the dream he just had. He looked around to confirm that he was indeed in her apartment. When he had already confirmed, he placed his hand over his head.

— Did I dream about Aimi? So, it means that today is the 22nd of August. The day she "disappeared." -sighs. He already knew, that whenever the day of Aimi's departure arrives. Somehow he dreams old memories that she appears. But this one in particular, it seemed to make Touma uneasy.

And even! Why, that day I didn't insist on knowing what she wanted to tell me. His expression was serious.

Think Touma.

Getting rid of any thoughts that bring him another memory of Aimi, Touma stands up. In this movement, he realized that there was something about him. He lowered his gaze, and saw the little boy sleeping peacefully.

With the movement, de Touma the boy who was on top of him. He was slipping little by little. He almost fell, but Touma caught him in time, and in a certain desperation. She brought him closer to her.

- Ufa! I almost let the kid go to pieces. - He says pretending he was wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The boy, he woke up. He rubbed his eyes with his small hands. He realized, that he was in his father's arms. He smiled innocently, and wrapped his arms around Touma's neck. And he snuggled his head on his shoulder.

Touma, realized that the boy had already woken up. He comes out of the lying position and sits on the couch. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up more. He puts on his slippers, and heads towards the kitchen.

"Let's have breakfast together. But no, it means that I accepted your presence here, understand? He says to the boy, opening the fridge.

Fuyuki, tilts his head to the side, and was still confused by what Touma said. After a while, he gave up on understanding the meaning, gave Touma a beaming smile.

"Oh, I can see that I'm going to have a job." - He regrets. — Aimi, I expected no less from your son. He's an idiot, like you! - He looks at the boy, who persists in the smile. Finally, he sighed in defeat. "I get it, I get it." You didn't understand anything I said. Now you can stop smiling.

Fuyuki, looks around and found almost everything in the kitchen fascinating. What caught his attention the most was the tools. He stretched out his arms in an attempt to catch it, but got tired when he realized he couldn't get out of Touma's arms by a millimeter. He insisted and insisted, until a chance came. His father, got closer to where he wanted to touch. His eyes gleamed, and he pulled out a knife.

However, this glow was gone when the knife was taken from his hands by Touma.

"You can't touch anything. If you do, I won't bring you to the kitchen anymore. — threatens him. Placed the knife on the counter.

The boy had an expression that looked like he was going to cry, but he didn't. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't cry with anyone but his mother.

Touma, watched him to see what his reaction would be. He had read, since he could not take objects by force from children. But in that situation what could he do? Since, the boy was wanting to play with a knife!

Seeing no way out, he stroked the boy's head in an attempt to try and comfort him.

"Brats, you mustn't play with dangerous things. - speech. And the boy, seeing this attitude, hugged him tighter.