#ukyoxheroine

[ghostflora]

Ukyo is working hard for her birthday (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

Drawn for Otome-otoge’s Heroine’s Birthday contest~!

[augmelith-arroz]

Heroine ¿te casarias conmigo? (>~<)/💖💖💖 ahhhh me gustaria publicarlas todas pero voy de a poco :3 gracias @syohanami por estas sesion de fotitos, me encantan <3 primera vez me siento tan boni ;-; ... @hijikata.yoku ahhhhh pequeña gracias por hacer esos duos hermosos eres una gran compañera, te quiero un monton, ojala que sigamos haciendo dous asi <3 #heroine #amnesia #heroineamnesia #amnesiaheroine #ukyo #ukyoamnesia #amnesiaukyo #heroinecosplay #ukyocosplay #cosplayamnesia #amnesiacosplay #cosplayukyo #cosplayheroine #ukyoxheroine #marryme #love #amnesiaanime #cosplay #anime #gameofthrones #etc #bye

[amnesiadragons]

I wrote another part to this story here (an intermediate chapter?)

This time in the point of view of our favorite Heroine. Enjoy..! 

The crowd moved toward her like a multi-headed beast. The mass entanglement of limbs and feet crept at a snail’s pace from the safety of their home and slithered into the street, worried and cautious despite the cold. ‘That poor young man!’ ‘What happened?’ ‘Was he hit? Did he faint?’  ‘What did you do?’ Their words wrapped around her, trapping the woman in a grip silent panic.

She didn’t recognize anyone. Faces of neighbors and classmates melted together and appeared to be the same; dark masks without details–no nose, lips, or eyes. They surrounded her, enclosing her in a space that felt too small to even breath.

‘Don’t panic!’ Orion told her despite the fear in his eyes. He shared her anxiety and the guilt she felt inside.

Someone called the paramedics, she stayed until they arrived.

He knew her. He was the first person she met that day who knew her…and she nearly killed him! She could have screamed but her apprehension quelled her tongue so she tried to force her mind into overdrive. She knew there were no memories–only a spirit boy to cheer her on but there was something:

A feeling she couldn’t identify.

The poor boy left his umbrella in the middle of the street–it was her excuse to visit every day for nearly a week. She needed to know him.

Eventually she found her friends, her ‘brother,’ her job, and her school. But he didn’t seem to fit into the life she patched for herself. He tore it by the seams. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed, she couldn’t trigger any memories.

She hoped he’d provide more insight after waking–but it seemed he only proved to complicate things…

“You don’t know me do you? Why did you save me?” So many things could have happened that night. If she was a millisecond late she could have died.

“You…didn’t see the car. I couldn’t let you get hit…“ She told him hesitantly, feeling for some reason like that was a lie. She didn’t want to see a man be hit by a car, of course not, but she felt as though there was something else, some other reason she couldn’t explain somewhere deep inside. It was there–she felt it–like a thick diamond gleaming in the darkness of a mine. She simply needed to dig deeper to grab it. She needed to dig through the forgotten parts of her mind.

Orion asked the same question after getting home that night but she stammered through an awkward answer. There were no words…it just felt right.

“Oh, I see then…” His sweet voice turned salty, and he turned down his eyes. There was a slight waiver in his movements–was he about to cry?

'Maybe you don’t know him too well.’ Orion suggested. 'He didn’t seem too surprised.’ Her companion had to have been correct; His behavior made no sense otherwise. He seemed sad, almost dejected, but not particularly surprised. He seemed so happy to her though. What was she in his eyes?

Her heart seemed to coil and unwind. She didn’t uncover any memories but…there was a feeling; She enjoyed sitting at his side.

Every day she visited the hospital and wait for him to open his eyes–but there was something quiet, almost tranquil about being beside him…perhaps these feelings carried over from her previous life? Was he a customer at that café? Did they exchange longing looks and dreamy sighs? We’re they classmates? Neighbors? Or maybe acquaintances before she forgot her mind?

“Um…” She spoke up. “Please don’t cry.” Something about his expression made her wonder if she’d spoken those words many times; his eyes went big before his smile returned as though his happy mood hadn’t been compromised.

“My names Ukyo…” She didn’t remember that name from the address book or the work schedule she tried to memorize. Maybe it was in the mysterious locked diary with the key she couldn’t find. Did she write it over and over with little hearts or in cutesy letters?

'Do you really think this is the type of guy you’d go for?’ Orion narrowed his eyes, forming an expression that clearly spelled out 'yikes.’

The spirit boy was right. She shouldn’t make assumptions about their relationship it wasn’t fair nor was it right. Still, navigating the world wasn’t easy, everything felt like a disaster waiting to strike but here she felt comfortable—at peace–something she no longer had in her life.

“My names–” “You’re awake!” A nurse entered the room, a clipboard pressed firmly against her side.

Any conversation they could have was swiftly swept aside. A hurricane of Doctors and nurses soon flooded inside and The Man was hurriedly answering questions and submitting to requests for tests and MRIs. “You may come back tomorrow.” A nurse told her. “Now that he’s awake, we can treat your Boyfriend properly.” 'Boyfriend!’ Orion pouted. 'We barely know this guy! No one said anything about you having a Boyfriend! Sawa would have mentioned it right?’ The nurse couldn’t hear his protest, of course, but she could read the confusion in her eyes.  “Oh is he not your Boyfriend then? I’m sorry I hadn’t realized-“ She talked her from her seat and almost out the door before she even realized. “Wait!” Ukyo called out to her. “Will you come back tomorrow?” His question hit a nerve with her companion whose comments boiled down to ‘the nerve of this guy!’ But he seemed very earnest and a little shy—he seemed to want to retract his offer but his face lit up when she complied. ‘What really?’ Orion asked her, completely surprised. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ She gave a small nod in reply. His smile could have lit room—it was warmer than the sunshine. “Thank you.” His eyes narrowed down in sincerity, her heat beat quicker and she slide from the room quietly, sad to leave her little beam of light. 'What was that?’ Orion asked her but she had no reply. She didn’t know what these feelings were or how she could ever simplify the strange sense of longing she felt for that man when she looked into his eyes.

She slide through the hospital and out the door and into the sunlight–but it was far too cold, too loud, and too crowded outside.

'What happened?’ Orion looked around in a freight. It seemed as though some sort of accident had taken place nearby.

'The train!’ Someone spoke into their phone to a worried party on the other side. 'It derailed…no, don’t worry I’m fine.’  Medics unloaded bodies from the ambulance cars and swiftly ran inside. Her own phone began buzzing in her purse pocket–the name read 'Work’ but it was Sawa–not the manager–on the other line.

“Where are you!?” She practically screamed into the mic. “I hear an ambulance are you okay?”

“I’m fine…” She heard chatter in the background–Ikki’s voice, as well as Waka’s and Mine’s.

“Are you sure? The train accident happened close to your house right?" She gasped. "You said you were staying inside…” That’s right. She told Sawa she’d be home–and it wasn’t a lie. She really didn’t plan to go out until she remembered Ukyo and the responsibility she felt over his life. She’d usually drop by after work but she didn’t have that excuse this time. Regardless it was good she wasn’t at home when the train flew off the rails outside.

“Oh, well I changed my mind…” Her friend let out a relived sigh.

“Thank Goodness!” Her voice sounded as though she could have cried.

“Be careful going home. The long way should be safer.” Oh! Toma must have been listening in too and took over the line. She felt a bit proud to be able to recognize so many different voices at the same time.

“I will.”

“We have to go back to work now. If you have the time stop by.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Good.” They exchanged their goodbyes. She sighed. Her heart suddenly felt heavy. Guilt and sadness rolled up from her belly and sad tears threatened to fall from her eyes. Everyone was so worried about her–were they really such each good friends in her previous life?  It would be strange to ask them, however, without bringing her amnesia to attention or making it seem as though she didn’t lose her mind. She wanted to be honest–they were all so nice–but she continued to lie.

She lied her way through work, through social interactions, through texts and unhelpful reminders of her previous life. Occasionally Sawa or Mine would make an offhanded comment about the tragic state of their ever-single lives and she’d regain a fuzzy memory but for the most part everything was fine.

She had another day off tomorrow, she’d come visit Ukyo and hopefully take the edge off her stressful, complicated life.  

At least he knew she didn’t remember; she didn’t have to lie.

[amnesiadragons]

So. I was thinking about Ukyo on the train today and suddenly.....I wrote a thing.

           There was a storm on the horizon: thick, dark clouds rose above the buildings, bringing sharp winds and unrelenting frostbite to the city. The rain was promised but the storm would pass, it would be warm again by morning–or as warm as this coming August could be.  Would he live to see it? That was the question that left him burning.

            It was only the first day of august, but even then he didn’t have much time. This wasn’t his world; He didn’t belong here.

           With his luck he’d freeze to death, or be struck–again–by lightning. He really didn't want to be struck–again–by lightening.

           Everyone scattered; emptying the street, all afraid of the sudden, unpredicted rain and what it might mean. After all, he thought, it was supposed to be sunny.

           Like  a body, every world had a different method of expelling disease: Some preferred accidents that would kill the germ precisely--crashes, fires, falling of buildings--others overdid themselves, blinding destroying everyone and anything to create a mass-tragedy--violent storms, sudden blizzards or maybe even flooding.

           It seems he brought this storm here. This world, wherever it was, was headed toward a tragedy.

           Ukyo trudged along despite this, he wanted to take his time. There were no safe places for him, not really, so there was no need to hide. But work would be over soon and she wouldn’t have an umbrella. He'd need to hurry if he wanted to make it in time to give his away.

           It was a cute umbrella, the one he held firmly to his side–large enough for two people and the color matched her eyes.

           Her eyes, oh her eyes. Ukyo let out a wistful sigh, too distracted by his daydreams to realize  the dimly lit streets were now empty; everyone scurried inside.

           There was a peace in this solitude he thought–but then the crack of thunder split the sky, lightening flashed radiantly, and he remembered he was supposed to die.

           Thunder rolled again and lightening flashed so brightly, the sky seemed more blue than gray. It lit the sky like the morning he probably wouldn’t get to see anyway.       

           Just one picture then, he decided. It wasn't the first time the world killed him on the first day and it wouldn't be the last. If he couldn't see her again, he'd have to settle for just one picture of this brilliant storm-filled sky.  

           He stopped to grab his camera, thunder boomed again and just as he was about to zoom to focus his favorite lens, a car alarm set off and a dog began barking. Animals didn't like him much so he didn't find this too surprising however there was a voice and it shouted--it rang through the distance with a warning.

           "Look out!“

           The voice, however, reached his ears too late.

           Something crashed into him: something fast, familiar, and heavy.

           There was a car–how’d he not see this come coming?–a sleek red speed-machine:

           He was surprised, to say the least. This death came relatively easy; There was no heat, no burning (in fact he was still freezing.) He didn’t feel his bone crack open or organs squeeze. Perhaps he wasn’t crushed then, or maybe he died instantly?

          But his lungs, they contracted and he managed to breath. His head hurt, a lot, and his vision was blurry but there was wasn't much pain other than a weight on his stomach and a stabbing at his shoulder and thigh. This wasn't the weight of a car or a pole or a train or a bike.

           It was a person! Someone was on top of him he could feel the arrangements of limbs and fingers.

           But why?

           "A-Are you alright?” That voice! Warm and full of concern,  it was that voice--her voice--and set his heart aflame. He couldn't see her, however. No matter how much he tried his vision was blurred from the impact and she was nothing but pretty blur of browns, black and greens. What a cruel fate--to die without seeing her face. He smiled, though--he was unbelievably happy.

           "You.“ He managed to whisper in surprise. "You're here." The world grew dark again, his head hurt. It hurt far more than he realized. Her voice grew muffled. He wanted to see her but he couldn't open his eyes. He must have hit his head against the sidewalk. What a intricate design: the weather, the car the girl...There was no way he could have survived.

           It was just the first day of August. Had he run out of time?

           Those weren't his last moments, however. Somehow, he managed to survive.

                                                        ...

           "I feel responsible for him." Her voice whispered by his side. "I'm the one who pushed and--well no. But maybe he does? I..." There was one side of a conversation, a warm bed and sunshine. Ukyo shuffled, she grew quiet and he opened his eyes.

           He was in a hospital room. The woman he loved at his side.

           The clock read the august fourth. It was no mistake, he was alive.

           "You." Joy slid across his face like a warm summers day. "It's nice to see you again." His words didn't spark familiarity, instead she looked worried, pensive--almost as though she didn't know what she wanted to say. So she didn't remember. His hope died.

           "It's ok." He lied. "I thought you might remember me...you're the one who saved me? Are you alright?" A silly question really--she seemed fine. She wasn't the one in the hospital bed all wrapped up with bandages pressed against her forehead, after all.

             She nodded despite that and he let out a small sigh. "You don't know me do you? Why did you save me?" He'd done the same for her so many times but his reasoning was different. He needed to see her alive.

           "You...didn't see the car. I couldn't let you get hit..." He worried for her. She was far too kind. Doesn't she realize that she could have died? He wasn't disappointed in the outcome rather...surprised: She never performed any spectacular acts of bravery before. Not when he knew or in the other worlds. So why?  He liked to think she somehow acted simply because it felt right--but there has to be another reason. Right?

           Regardless of her reasons she changed the ending--changed this worlds design. She created an anomaly and it left him wondering: would this action have greater consequences down the line?

[gatheringkeepsakes]

[blossomingpink]

Okay nope, I did not just break down and buy two more UkyoxHeroine doujinshi. I definitely didn't do that.

And I definitely haven't lost count of all my Amnesia (all UkyoxHeroine, BTW) doujin either.

Oh yeah, as a side note, I was wrong about the tea-spilling thing I mentioned in the first post about that R18 doujin. He just dropped his cup. She only wanted to take a shower without any prompting from him or his actions.

[blossomingpink]

T-that doujinshi...

The 'R18' rating was no joke. ^^;

And all because Ukyo spilled tea on her dress.

Ukyo/Heroine, they are in highschool, Ukyo is in his third year and the heroine is in her second year and they are in the tennis club together.

[blossomingpink]

”Senpai,” she softly calls out to him as he steps off the tennis court – racket carefully lowered to his side. She can hardly breathe when their eyes meet and he changes his direction and walks toward her with purpose.

”Good afternoon,” he greets her with a smile, awkwardly brushing away a bead of perspiration from his forehead before it falls into his right eye.

Too preoccupied with her own butterflies, she doesn’t notice the way he is looking at her, but at the same time, trying not to stare at her.

”You looked good out there,” she says, and then blushes. “P-practicing! You looked good out there practicing!” She has to fight the urge to cover her face and run away.

”Losing, you mean?” he asks with a gentle laugh. The young man is not unaware that he is probably one of the weakest members on the boys’ tennis team, but still, every time he sees her watching him from the sidelines, it fills him with confidence and he thinks that because of her, he plays just a little bit better each day.

”N-no, that’s not what I— Everyone— That is to say that—“ she stammers and stumbles over her words as she frantically searches for the right thing to say.

”There’s still some time before we have to go in for the day. Would you like to play a game against me?” And just like that, he saves her.

Her smile is bright and cheerful as she nods emphatically. “Should I go easy on you?” she hears herself saying, and she almost wants to stop breathing until she sees the determined look in his eyes.

”Definitely not!” he replies enthusiastically. “How can I get better if the best tennis player on the girls’ team goes easy on me?” Somehow, his hand has acted of its own accord and is softly clasping hers as he turns to lead her onto the court. It’s only when she makes a small noise of surprise that he realizes what he has done and then pulls back as if she is generating a million volts of electricity through her fingertips. “S-sorry!” he shouts, clutching his racket with both hands to prevent them from misbehaving any further. “I’m really very sorry!” He seems to be seconds away from throwing himself down on the ground at her feet.

Her face has taken on a lovely rosey hue as she smiles nervously up at him. Her hand feels naked after he recoils his hand from her touch, but she tries not to consider it a big loss. He called her “the best tennis player on the girls’ team” and it fills her with an overwhelming sensation of happiness. Even if it might not be true – though she is one of the top players – it still confirms one very important thing for her.

’Senpai noticed me!’