The white haired boy sat on the couch next to me, he was a little too close so I hopped closer to the farthest edge. He had a consternated look, but I could see he was as confuse as me.
- So, what do you meant by all that?
- It's just that...
I breathed in, breathed out, then prepared myself to tell everything.
- I don't remember anything. I just woke up in this house and realized I couldn't recall my own name.
He stared at me skeptical, probably it sounded like a crazy and impossible thing to happen. Maybe I suffered an accident and lost my memory, it wasn't that unrealistic. He rolled his eyes, but then started considering what I said.
- It's not like Soraru- san doing those kind of jokes...
- Because is not a joke. Is that my name? Soraru?
He nodded. It sounded like a weird name, but I let things being. The man analyzing me was looking at me so intensively that I had to look away, it was making me uncomfortable.
- Oh, sorry.
- It's alright.
The man put on a clumsy and bright smile, but I could see vestige of pity in his eyes.
- I'm Mafumafu, and we're very good friends. I'll try to help you the best way I can.
- Thank you, Mafumafu-san?
- Just Mafumafu is fine.
He told me we were neighbors, and we settled to have lunch together this day, and as I didn't show up neither answered text messages he decided to come over and see if anything had happened.
I could see the pain in his eyes, even though he was forcing a smile I could see it trembling and failing a little. It should be very difficult not being recognized by a friend, at least that was what I presupposed believing his words, but for some reason I felt like I could trust him for anything.
- So, Mafumafu, when was the last time you saw me?
- Yesterday in the afternoon, but you seemed perfectly normal. And you also made a tweet close to midnight.
- What did it said?
- Just some random stuff, I don't remember much of it, but we can check it in ours cellphones.
- Oh, about this...
I picked up the phone and clicked on the turn on/off button, revealing a screen with number options from 0 to 9, and for unlocking the cellphone we had to type the correct six digits password.
- Sure, you don't remember your password.
- Would you know it by any chances?
- Let me see.
He typed something and got a message saying it was the wrong number sequence, and sighed in annoyance.
- I guess you changed it recently.
He handed me the device, and I stared it clueless. Suddenly it started ringing, I got frightened and accidentally dropped it on the couch, that was lucky. I picked the phone and read the contact name: nqrse, Maybe when I added him I wrote a "q" instead of "a".
- Who is this? - I asked Mafumafu
- Naruse, he is ours friend. You play games together very often.
I hesitated, but decided picking up the call, maybe he could help figuring something out. I set speakerphone, so Mafumafu can help me with the conversation.
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Soraru ~ Lost ~
FanfictionSoraru (a singer in real life, more known as an utaite) looses his memory due to mysterious circumstances, and as time passes more weird things start to happen... Yes there will be soralon, it will have cute soramafu moments too though