Well, look at this. I'm back with another AkuRoku. This'll probably be a threeshot, a little While You Were Sleeping, a little Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul inspired. Don't ask me how I dunnit. Just kick back with a chocolate milkshake and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I have not been off fighting for my right to own Kingdom Hearts and its plot/characters. I have been changing diapers. Poo diapers.

I was dreaming when I wrote this/ So sue me if I go too fast

Got it Memorized?

"And can you tell me what year it is?" The angry little scowlpout on the petulant face of Naminé's patient darkened a fraction and he actually rolled his eyes in mild irritation before answering, "2003."

Naminé favored him with a gentle smile and made a note of that on her clipboard. So maybe Dr. Luna was wrong. "February 2003," the blond young man muttered, still looking around in confusion. Naminé's soft smile dampened. Okay. So the bastard was right.

"Short term memory loss," she said quietly, marking it down. Sighing, she focused her energies into a positive aura to meet Roxas's confused stare.

"What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously.

"Mr. Ars," she began gently. "You suffered a slight concussion and a number of fractured bones, all of which were very mild and healed rapidly. However, you've been in a coma for the past week and it seems that the blow to your head was the heaviest, resulting in short term memory loss."

Roxas blinked, opened his mouth, promptly closed it, and looked as though he wanted to either break into spontaneous laughter or puke. Naime grabbed the nearest bedpan in case of the latter.

"...Exactly how much did I lose?" he asked cautiously. "Somewhere around 5 months, by your answer," she replied, keeping her tone light. "You're very lucky. It's fairly easy to regain that much back from tactile senses and residual memory within the first two or three weeks after a coma lasting up to that long." Roxas exhaled, relaxing back into his pillow.

"Good. Thank Yevon. Can I see Dr. Hama now?" Naminé's smile faltered again. "... Perhaps I'm not the one who should be telling you this, Mr. Ars, but Dr. Hama is no longer your doctor." Again Roxas sat up, looking around the room. "Okay... then where's my brother? He should be here, right?"

Naminé tucked a strand of pale blond hair behind one ear, visibly distressed. "Look," she said finally, dropping her more formal nurse tone, "I think we should just wait until your brother does get here. In the meantime, Dr. Luna will be here in a few minutes, and between you and me there's not much else he can tell you apart from what I have. I mean, in terms of your accident." Roxas nodded.

"Wait," he said, sitting bolt upright, "Dr. Saïx Luna?" he asked. Too late, the door shut quietly behind the petite nurse whose footfalls were so quiet he couldn't tell which direction down the hall she'd gone off to.

Thankfully, Sora got there before the doctor. Roxas knew it was him before the door opened by the crash of something across the hall and the frantic but sincere "I'm so sorry!" cry echoing out. Sora was a mess of unkempt hair and wrinkled shirt and horrendously scuffed shoes as he entered.

"Roxas!" he shouted, half in excitement, half in the dulcet notes of an ashamed older brother, throwing his arms around the hospital gowned shoulders of his sibling. "I'm so sorry! I should have been here when you woke up!"

Roxas frownpouted and pushed him gently away. Sora easily took the hint. "I just talked to your nurse on my way in, and she said that you lost at least five month's worth of memories." His endearingly bright blue eyes welled up with tears. "I was so worried, I ran all the way up the stairs."

Roxas snorted. "I figured." Sora wrinkled his nose and crossed his arms. "Hey! I came up here to be with you in your time of need! Who else was supposed to tell you that you're now living in a completely different city and famous, even!"

Roxas reached for the bedpan. Sora laughed. "I'm serious!" Roxas ducked his head down. "Let me explain!" Sora said, pulling the pan away.

"Early March you came to spend a week with Hayner here in Twilight Town. By the end of the week you called me and said that you'd won a spot in the regional skateboard championship, so you were going to stay until the end of the month. I watched you on TV, and you placed first, Roxas. Organization XIII offered you a contract, and I told you to take it."

Slowly, Roxas breathed. "That's why Saïx Luna is my doctor, he's the doctor for all of Organization XIII's athletes." Sora grinned. "See? And you've been living here since then. I haven't been able to come visit you, but we talk on the phone at least two times a week, and I watch all your competitions at home."

Roxas exhaled and glared at the foot of his bed. "So that's all?" he asked. "But what about all the time between our talks? How am I supposed to know who I am now?"

"Well... you have changed," Sora admitted. "I mean, did you ever think you would go off to live on your own so soon? You have your own place and everything, too. And just look at the stuff on the table. You've told me about some of these people, but it must be a shock to you to have more friends than just me and Hayner and Olette, huh?"

Startled, Roxas looked over. There were two small vases bearing yellow roses and lilies, and a small stack of cards. Seeing the wondrous expression on his face, Sora reached over and dropped the stack in his lap. "Sora..." Roxas said disbelievingly, reading the first one, "This is from Demyx Nine." Sora smiled. "I know. Apparently he's your new best friend. I'll show you the tabloids later."

"This one is from Organization XIII, and there's one from the president of my fanclub, and one from Cid Highwind, from Hayner and Olette, some guy named Pence, and another from Demyx..." he trailed off.

"I talked to him once," Sora recalled wistfully. "About a month ago. I was talking to you, and I guess he snatched the phone away from you because you were denying him his request to be introduced."

"I wish I could say that sounds like him," Roxas muttered, "But I wouldn't know." Sora smiled wryly. "I'm pretty sure he'll be coming to visit soon, and maybe he can help you. Hayner, too."

"And about how long will it take for me to regain my memories?"

"Anywhere from three weeks to a month, but I haven't concluded the extent of the damage yet. It may be that you'll never remember." Saïx explained coolly, without a trace of sympathy. Roxas figited. "Don't worry," Saïx said in an unconvincing tone of comfort, "As long as you can still skate and you are resolved to continue living on your own whatever, there should be no reason for you to panic. You lost less than a year, easy enough to adjust to."

Sora gaped. "B-but! Roxas is a pretty reserved person! Even if he has a few new friends, how are any of them going to help him come to terms with who he's supposed to be now?"

"Incidentally, you have visitors," Saïx went on, ignoring the rant. "Normally I wouldn't admit them in to see you, but your vitals are perfect and maybe you need to see them?" Roxas reached out and grabbed Sora's hand, something he'd only done twice before of his own volition after the age of three. "I guess that would be okay..."

Sora panicked. "Roxas, are you sure?"

"I know Hayner's probably here, and having you and him will make it less overwhelming. Yeah. I'm sure." Saïx dropped the clipboard he was holding back onto the tray at the foot of the hospital bed. "I'll have Naminé bring in a few more chairs, then," he said tonelessly, leaving the room. Considering that there were three other empty chairs in the room other than the one Sora occupied, Roxas wondered exactly how many visitors he'd agreed to.

"So where's Riku?" he asked to swallow the uneasiness, watching the door. Sora's face immediately flushed red. "He couldn't come with me, but he'll be here tomorrow, and we'll stay with you while you recover." Roxas grinned. "Did you two finally get together sometime in the five months that I don't remember?" Again Sora blushed. "No!" he exclaimed, "And don't you dare try to pull any cupid work when he comes! It'll happen... eventually..." Roxas sighed. "If you'd make a move, it would. Riku loves you, but he's too scared that he's reading your friendship the wrong way." Sora pouted.

"And this is Pence. We've been dating for about a month now," Olette explained.

Roxas just nodded, staring around at the other six people who were suddenly in the room. Along with Hayner, Olette and her new boyfriend, a slim, upbeatcheerful guy with a hairdo spawned from the eighties and an acid trip sat in a chair beside two guys Roxas knew were also signed to Organization XIII, a tall young woman dressed in black and wearing a slight frown, Naminé, and another young woman with short brown hair and goddess shoulders who he thought he'd seen in a magazine before.

"How are you feeling, man?" Hayner asked cautiously. Roxas could tell that his friend was matching Sora's ashamedness of not being there with his own brand of anger. "A little shocked..." Roxas confessed. "But I think I'll be okay."

"Don't worry, buddy!" the guy with the faux Mohawk/mullet said suddenly. "We're going to help you remember everything." Roxas looked around at the sincere faces of the new people in his life and loosened his grip on the sheets. He believed it.

And then the door burst open and his friends were pushed aside by a lanky figure with the reddest hair Roxas had ever seen. The flowers the man carried were tossed onto the bed and he Roxas seized gently, his too green eyes prying deep into him before stealing the first kiss Roxas could now remember.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!"

Roxas was vaguely aware that Sora was pushing at the intruder as the rest of the room – save Demyx – looked on with expressions of utter surprise. "You must be Sora," the man said, not in the least affected by Sora's fists raining down on his chest. "Nice to meet you, finally."

"I asked you who the hell do you think you are!" Sora yelled again, obviously annoyed that the molestor wasn't fighting back.

Roxas seemed to be watching the scene from outside himself, still in shock but with growing anger and outright confusion. "Name's Axel. Commit it to memory, kid," the man replied, catching both Sora's wrists and shoving him with care back into his seat. "I'm Roxas's boyfriend."

The last word snapped Roxas back. "I don't have a boyfriend, you pervert!" he blurted. Axel's face fell, but he quickly recovered. "Come on, Roxas, this isn't funny, beloved..." Roxas visibly tensed, and he grabbed the nearest blunt object – an empty pitcher of water – and hurled it. Axel ducked. Roxas reached for something else.

"Wait!" Sora cried, restraining his younger brother. "Calm down." Slowly, he turned to Axel. "Look, maybe you rushed up here too fast, without thinking to ask anyone what happened. Roxas... if you are his boyfriend, he doesn't remember you."

Naminé suddenly jumped out of her chair and escorted the two other skaters and the two women out of the room. "That's... that's got to be a joke, right?" Axel finally said. "I'm sorry," Sora retorted, "But it's not. Roxas had an accident, and he's been in and out of a coma for the past week. He woke up this morning and it looks like he doesn't even remember coming to live in Twilight Town."

Roxas was staring at the bouquet of scattered flowers on his bed. White carnations. "Let me talk to him," Axel insisted. "I know he couldn't have..." Sora shook his head. "He's forgotten you, and this wasn't exactly the best reintroduction. You'd better leave." Axel made to move past Sora, but it was Demyx who pulled him back. "Give him a few days, Axel," he begged. "Sora knows what's best for him." Reluctantly, Axel let himself be dragged out.

"Sora..." Roxas murmured when everyone else had gone. "Ask him why he brought me white carnations, would you?"