Warning! This fanfiction contain some spoilers of the end of the manga.
After a while, a human being learns to bend his mind around anything. Miharu, for instance, understood Yoite had vanished – not died, vanished, cinder dancing in the snowstorm. He would not come back, and it hurts. Knowing that didn't make accept it any easier, even if he laughed in front of his friends and cherished that big scar that seared his hand, and took care of a cat with that name, because it was good to remember, even though it was like he was still bleeding after having some large body part bitten off.
Yukimi understood, but he was older and wiser. So, Miharu could not relate as much as he pretended he did. To Yukimi, Yoite had been the little brother, the lost son. He gave him a name, nurtured the affection, tried not to hurt him.
(But in Miharu's narrowed world, Yoite had become the sun, and the moon, and the atmosphere, and the key for all those feelings he had bottled up and buried within his deceased mother. Such a big part of everything that, when he was erased from this world, Miharu still missed him, and knew that something he should not remember, something he should not feel and love, was not there anymore. And now, he survived with the bitter happiness of having those memories back.)
On the other hand, Raimei was like a mirror.
"People use digital cameras nowadays, you know."
He knew she blamed him. And then blamed her for blaming him.
"Yukimi taught me to use these, so."
He blamed himself, too. But he knew he would have to make the same choices, if it was to happen again.
Click.
Of course, they had become even closer than they were before. They saw it happening, it was normal and expected, really. Thobari-sensei was worried, anyway.
"Stop taking pictures of me. My hair is a mess, and I can't even see if I'm not looking like a monster because it's not a digital camera."
"I'll show them to you, after. And I like your bed hair."
She was nothing like Yoite. He was nothing like Kouichi.
"Yeah, right… Where are my clothes? I need to get going."
That was fine. That was just fine. He took pictures, so he could force himself to notice her hair, and her wolf like eyes.
Yoite looked like a cat. Miharu was not like a bird.
"Folded near the window. Say hi to Raikou and Gau."
"Come and say hi yourself."
Looking at this mirror, he was able to remember. And that was the most important thing.
"Maybe I'll will."
Disclaimer: Nabari no Ou is not mine. I would never be strong enough to write that kind of ending.