AN: Well…Hi you guys. After two months of forgetting about "Lost Moments" I came across this chapter sitting in my document page. Of course, it wasn't finished so I wrote some more this past week while I had my little orientation classes and whatnot. Anywho! I was wondering if this fandom died off? Generally speaking, shows that already finished kind of have the fans die off? So far, I haven't seen many updates within the ItaKiss fandom but…*shrugs* I absolutely love the anime and drama, so I feel kind of shitty to not finish it? And I've been in the position where I read a really good fanfic and I find out it hasn't been updated in years. So… I don't want to be that writer. Without further ado, here's a little chapter!

"Mother of God." He breathed out harshly.

With wide glassy eyes, Naoki slowly observed their room as he tried his hardest not to yell in terror and disbelief. The spacious room was centered on a Queen-sized canopy bed that was overflowing with pillows and various blankets. His eyes roamed to the left, finding a smaller room, a study perhaps? To the right was a glass French door, leading out to the private patio that had been decorated with various shrubs and plants. All of these various details were completely insignificant since the glaringly obvious photographs adorned almost every inch of the maroon-colored walls.

"I know it might be a bit too much; Mama had already decorated the room by the time we came back from our honeymoon." Kotoko murmured hastily, sensing his growing shock and confusion.

"…A bit much? That, Kotoko, is a bit of an understatement." Naoki replied dryly, as he massaged his temples. Chuckling sadly, Kotoko sat on the bed as she studied her bewildered husband. Should she start from the beginning?

"Neh, Irie-kun?"

"Hmm?"

"So…What would you like to know? Should I start from the beginning?" Kotoko murmured as she grabbed a pillow to place on her lap. Her head tilted and her body hunched as she waited for a reply; after countless hours of visiting the hospital and attending physical therapy, she was exhausted.

Mentally and physically.

"So far, I remember that we are both in high-school, you had your room in our home, and that you had appendicitis when I had to take an entrance exam. That's about it…Oh and I fell down the stairs and hurt my leg." He murmured sullenly. After all, his greatest strength was knowledge on just about everything on any given subject; lacking knowledge was something he wasn't used to. Groaning slightly, Naoki tried adjusting himself in a more comfortable position in his wheelchair; he didn't find one.

Noticing the small winces, she got off the bed and gestured him to lift his arms.

"C'mon. Let's get you on the bed instead. We can talk there." Kotoko murmured helpfully as she got into position.

He only raised an eyebrow. As he ran his eyes down her body, he calculated that she had to at least weigh sixty pounds less than him. How was she going to lift him without bringing them both down?

"I'm a nurse. I've lifted heavier patients than you, Naoki. Face it, you need my help; I'm sure everyone went to bed already." Came a quiet reply. Eyes snapping up, he caught her determined eyes that were ready to argue him into oblivion.

"No thanks, I'm fine right where I am." Naoki mumbled, tilting his chin up in defiance. The last thing he needed was to be helped by some F-Class student. He'd rather spend the night in his wheelchair than get her help. Wheeling to the bookshelf, he picked out a book at random and pried it open. Physiology of the Human Body was bound to interest him for a couple of hours while he patiently waited for the girl to leave the room. Looking at the complicated pages did nothing to s thoughts; he was listening to footsteps to fade away, leaving him in solace. Hearing none, he concentrated even more to read page 87.

Thankfully, he heard footsteps retreating from the bed along with a short sigh. However, he heard the soft scrape of a chair being moved to his left. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he peered over; Kotoko had turned on her laptop as she gathered heavy-looking portfolios and folders. What was she doing?

"If you're going to be stubborn, I might as well do some work." Kotoko drawled, as she hauled her gatherings on the desk. As the laptop buzzed to life he caught a glimpse of her screensaver; a breathtaking scene of a pristine beach that had a "Welcome to Okinawa!" sign adorned with information on the city. That looks vaguely familiar… He thought idly, stroking the pages absentmindedly. The steady click-clack of her typing and the random page turn had lulled his attitude slightly as he watched her work. Soon, an hour had passed and his leg was beginning to pulse heavily, bringing dull pain with each beat. Shifting around, he eyed the bed warily; she had been right after all.

"You know, there's nothing wrong having some help, especially mine. I'd hate to tell Dr. Nishigaki that you'll need more resting time." Kotoko murmured breezily as she signed some papers. The disguised threat wasn't missed. As she packed her paperwork, she smiled briefly while waiting for an answer. Eyeing his jeans and jacket, she added hastily, "I'd also like to sleep in pajamas if I were you. It sucks sleeping in jeans."

"No thanks, I can manage."

"Really?"

"Really."

Rolling her eyes, she took her pajamas and went into their bathroom to change. Finally, this is my chance! Naoki thought as he tried to lift himself off the wheelchair. Unfortunately, his shaking arms and leg told him it wouldn't happen anytime soon.

"Are you ready to sleep in jeans and in an uncomfortable chair tonight?" Kotoko asked as she came out of the bathroom, as she held blue folded sweatpants. She waited for a reply.

"So you really think you can lift me and put me on a bed?" Naoki taunted as he eyed the blue sweatpants. They did look comfortable…

"Oh please, Irie-kun. Humor me."

Humoring her, Naoki sighed and lifted his arms mockingly.

To be blunt, he was extremely surprised.

Feeling himself rise steadily, he gasped and he felt that Kotoko angled him to reach the bed. Hopping slightly, Naoki gave himself enough momentum to scoot on the mattress, feeling immediate relief on his broken leg.

"I'm actually impressed." Naoki murmured as he settled on his side of the bed, lifting an eyebrow when she shrugged in answer.

"You normally are, Irie-kun. I always wonder why." Kotoko chuckled as she fluffed his pillows, while settling on her side of the bed. After a pregnant pause, maybe it was the battle of wills of who had to speak first, Naoki cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"I apologize…for being difficult with you earlier today, Kotoko." Naoki mumbled uncertainly as he felt his embarrassment rise. Why was he being difficult?

"I'm used to your stubborn attitude. Good thing I'm patient. Now that that's settled, let's get your pajamas on!" Kotoko chirped as she began to unzip his jacket. Yelling out in surprise, he tried moving away from her determined hands. This was going to be a long night.

AN: Well folks, this is all I got for tonight. I'm still thinking about the plot and in which direction it's gonna go. Feel free to review, message, or comment on what you think so far. Again, I'm sorry about this 2 month hiatus. See ya!