AN: As the second fanfic on here, I'm quite proud of it. And it's Rochu! Also, this story has not been beta'd. Hope you enjoy.

Rain fell from the sky, crying over the scene unfolding below. It seemed to be crying for the child alone on the swing set.

He looked through his violet eyes, full of tears that would not come, at his friend loading onto the ambulance.

The school bell rang, signaling the children that playtime was over, and classes were about to start again. But the crowd around the vehicle made no move to leave.

He didn't know it would happen. He hated himself for it. That a person with asthma could get so sick, that they had to be rushed to the hospital.

If he had known that, he wouldn't have made Yao play tag.

"Ivan," he heard a voice call to him. He looked up to see his big sister, Carlee. She was wringing her hands, a worried look on her face. She knew how important Yao was to him.

"Let's go home."

Ivan didn't want to go home, he didn't want to go anywhere except with Yao . But nevertheless, he took Carlee's hand, and walked through the soaking rain.

When Yao didn't come back the next week, then the next month, and when Christmas came, Ivan knew that Yao had died.

He didn't want to lose anyone ever again, so when Natalia was born, he spoiled her till she was rotten.

But when she started thinking that his love was more than a brotherly love, he kept away from her. It didn't stop her from chasing after him, though.

As Ivan grew up, he became so sad and twisted, that the family had to move.

Ten years after Yao 's death, Ivan still wore a fake smile, and still had Yao constantly on the back of his mind. Imagine his joy when Yao walked in that Monday morning, then imagine his despair when he found out that Yao didn't remember him.