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Miyuki (Deep Snow) Nakahara

Looks: Michiru Morishita
Age: Fifteen
Height: 5'0
Sign: Cancer
Blood Type: B+
Grade: First Year, Class A
Status: Wealthy Lineage
Nationality: Japanese

Kaname (Vital Point) Nakahara

Looks: Lelouch vi Britannia
Age: Seventeen
Height: 5'11
Sign: Pisces
Blood Type: AB
Grade: Third Year, Class A
Status: Wealthy Lineage
Nationality: Japanese

All anyone ever wants in this life is a chance to start over, to handle things in a different way because maybe, just maybe, this time they'd be wiser to stop things from happening. At least that's how Kaname Nakahara saw it. This was their chance, no…This was his chance to fix things, to take better care of Miyuki and not be so ignorant about the things that she was going through.

Perhaps it would be best to start from the beginning? Not the past, but where their new life commenced. It all began in the backseat of a black Bentley as the siblings were driven away from the mansion they once called 'home'. An elderly couple sat across from them, both staring down at the two with kind smiles. Miyuki merely stared at them with her wide and glass-like orbs. Whereas her brother could not even spare a single glance their way, for he despised them, even more so than that man. He wrapped a slender arm around Miyuki pulling her closer to his side as his eyes did not avert from the tinted window on his right.

Miyuki crashed into his chest, a sigh of relief escaping her lips before he rosé eyes fluttered shut. Sadly, darkness did not greet her behind closed lids, but a reality far harsher than the one she was in right now. Her eyes opened lazily, not wishing to startle or trouble anyone in the car. Her silent gaze moving from her tongue-tied brother to the older couple across her. Both were still watching them with that unwavering smile. She wondered how long they could possibly hold that grin, if only they knew; it was no longer a smile they were wearing, but mere teeth, and there was nothing comforting or moving about teeth.

But there you had it. Miyuki was always capable of tearing down an action to its simplest form so it no longer held a meaning. People that cried for too long were just spilling excessive water that their body no longer needed —it wasn't a form of sadness or a bothered emotion. Everything was so fake to her, except for Kaname. She glanced back up at him, a slight blush tracing her pale cheeks. No, never Kaname.

As the car came to a halt, the black door was pulled open only to reveal a white cladded hand. First the person helped out their grandparents, but once they offered the petite girl a hand, Kaname roughly pushed it aside and got out first, helping Miyuki out himself. "Daijoubu?" he asked her quietly with caring eyes. It was the only thing he would ask after the incident. All he cared about was how she was and even though he would always receive the silent reply and only a mere nod, he kept on asking, just to make sure.

As expected, short black locks bounced up and down subtly as Miyuki gave him a nod. She had not spoken since the incident, but even a nod was capable of comforting Kaname. He placed a hand on her head gently before following the older couple into an estate fairly smaller than their own. They were going on and on about, well...the siblings weren't entirely sure for they weren't paying attention at all.

Kaname was elsewhere; his glare made it evident that his thoughts were no longer in the room, but in a way off place instead. As for Miyuki, she was too preoccupied with the little tapping noises coming from their feet. Always being distracted by the subtlest of things. It wasn't until Kaname grabbed her hand and pulled her back that she realized the couple ahead of them had stopped.

Her grandfather grinned down at her, revealing a small red box with golden trimmings and a bow at the tope. 'How odd' she thought, as she cocked her head to the side. People usually mourned for the dead, and yet she was being offered a gift instead, almost as if they were congratulating her on a loss. She could feel Kaname tense up as the pressure on her hand increased, but only in the slightest. She loved that about her brother. No matter what situation they were in, he always carried himself with confidence and never wavered in front of a crowd. But whether he wished it or not, Miyuki was always capable of catching any change in his character no matter how discreet that change was.

"Kawaii" he grandfather grinned at her and then back at his wife, only to find her nodding in agreement. Cute. That was a word she heard all too often. Perhaps it was because of her small structure, or the way her fingers curled at the hem of her sleeves. Whatever it was, Kaname always inwardly scoffed at that comment. If they only knew what ran in that girl's mind, she was as cynical as they came. But then again, some people always fancied the cynics, and it wasn't like he wasn't one himself.

The box was pushed forward and she put out both her arms rather awkwardly. Her fingers still clutched at the sleeves of her oversized sweater, as she had no intention in grabbing it from his hands. The smile on the older man's face only widened as he let out a soft and kind chuckle. He placed the gift on her forearms gently, making sure not to touch her. He had already made that mistake earlier when he left to pick up his grandchildren. Kaname did not shy away from smacking away his hand. It was shocking to everyone in the room, but the older man only smiled respectfully, not wishing to cause a scene. After all, it was only normal for a brother to be protective of his sister after such a massacre.

Miyuki turned towards her brother stiffly; making sure the box wouldn't fall from her action. She could hear her grandparents flailing about how adorable she was, but she paid them no mind, for she was concentrating too hard on the box to care. Her brows furrowed as she waited for her brother to reveal what was inside. A small, hardly visible smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he gently pulled off the lid.

Big yellow eyes stared back at pink ones. A small meow emitted from the small black kitten as it popped both of its palms on the edge of the box. Miyuki leaned forward and what happened next took Kaname so off-guard, that even the small gasp that escaped his lips was heard by all. "Kawaii" Miyuki mused with her solemn face. After overcoming his minor shock, an adoring smile adorned Kaname's lips, but he wiped it off in an instant as he finally glanced at both of his grandparents. He didn't have to say it, for they already gave him a small smile, understanding that he was grateful for their action.

This was a good start. A good beginning...Or at least Kaname hoped so again and again, not for himself, but for Miyuki. She deserved that much.