Disclaimer: I do not own Oreimo. The amazing story and it's beautiful characters all belong to the rightful owner.

randomname9 here, I've been reading fanfics ever since I was a grade schooler, hoping one day I could make one too, but never managed to have enough desire to actually make it happen. But here I am now, 9 years later.

So after overcoming my horrible depression due to watching S2E12 of Oreimo. I got determined and decided to write this story. I apologize in advance for my English, as it's not my first language, and also for my lack of writing skills, this being my first written fictional story and all.

Then, without further ado, please enjoy! Here's the prologue!

Prologue

Kousaka Kyousuke still remembered it, as clear as day.

This specific memory, one of the few that changed his life.

But why? Why this one? Why couldn't it be any other?

He hated it. It hurt, it hurt him so much.

He didn't want to keep it, as beautiful as he deemed it to be, he just wanted to forget it. If this certain memory could only cause him pain in the end, then what was the point of having it in the first place?

As he struggled to get his good night sleep, he gave up, and let the memory flow. He couldn't hold it forever, limits exist after all. He had been holding it this entire time, suffering through it all alone. He didn't want to show anyone that he's in pain, that he's emotionally shaken. He didn't want to worry anybody, especially those dear to him. He's a guy, he could take this, he just had to be stronger, he needed to be stronger.

Too considerate, that's just the kind of guy he is.

The second he entered the kingdom of dreams, his memory poured out, like a river going downhill, flowing, ever-so-beautifully.

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*Ding dong*

He was half-asleep on the couch then.

"Coming!"

He heard his sister's voice running down the stairs. He just remembered, her friends were coming over today, not that it mattered to him though.

"Pardon the intrusion!"

Or so he thought, until he heard a certain voice. An 'angelic' one, to be honest. He wondered whom that beautiful voice belongs to. Along with the voice, he felt something. It felt like the next few seconds would be a turning point in his life. The thought came down to him and confused him. Why did he feel that way? Or else, did he really feel so? Guess he was just imagining things, he was half-asleep after all.

"Excuse me."

And then, that's when he saw her. A girl, whose hair was as beautiful as the night sky, and face as gentle as the moonlight. He caught her eyes, and that's when it struck him, a certain feeling. He couldn't figure out what it was, it felt like a 'click'. He shrugged it off, as it was barely noticeable.

The girl then went upstairs with her other friend, which his sister followed later.

'I wonder what's her name..'

He had to admit, the dark-haired girl caught his interest. As far as appearance was considered, she's totally his type. Combined with her voice, she's like an angel from the heavens.

'Could it be that, God has sent an angel for me to take care of?!' the thought overwhelmed him for a bit, he was completely lost, like a 3-year-old eagerly waiting for his birthday party.

'Nah, there's no way, right?'

He went to his room, he needed something to distract him from his own thoughts. He was starting to imagine things. As he lay on his bed, the girl's face appeared again.

'…'

He couldn't settle down, he couldn't understand it, this surge of feeling that kept on coming from the bottom of his heart. It was his first time feeling so. It felt strange, yet calming at the same time. It was rather annoying, yet it gave him smile. It put him in a good mood, it made his heart race.

'What is this feeling?'

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He could deny it all he wanted. He could distract himself from his own thoughts. He could try to forget it. Hell, he could get brainwashed or amnesia, he could erase his own memory. But a fact will always be a fact. It will all someday come back to him. He'll never be able to wipe off history, let alone his own. He could only accept it and move on in life.

The memory was from when he first met her, the midnight-haired beauty.

"My name is Aragaki Ayase."

That was the day when he had unconsciously planted the seed. The seed which would later bloom into a beautiful flower, at some point in his life.

That second, was one of his treasures. The minute, his mind had kept on replay. The hour, he wouldn't want it any other way. Although he hadn't realized it that time, that day was the day…

When he first fall in love.

A/N: This chapter takes place somewhere in the middle of the story, so there's gonna be flashbacks and what-not in the first few chapters. How was it? I need some kind of response about it, I'll try my best giving the story the feelings it deserves. I want to create a beautiful story and I just might need your help for it, so please kindly leave your reviews! I'll probably update the story every 1 or 2 week(s), maybe with some occasional 1-week delay xD. See you on the 1st chapter!