"Character is destiny." -Heraclitus

People chattered in their cosplay or regular clothing, and the many small shops containing books littered on tables. Plushes, figures and DVD's were brought by passing anime lovers and curious first-timers. The atmosphere was light and bubbly due to the laughter and friendly roleplayers marching their way around the convention.

Today will be my long day prompting the excitement of a first time being at an anime con. I could feel my soaring heart as I re-tied my shoes and made sure my keychain decorated with the anime Detective Conan characters of Henji, Kaito Kid and Conan himself were attached to my red pants under the baggy red sweater I wore. The three chibis shifted as I dusted myself off and fixed my small red hat. I then put my trusty phone back in the other compartment. I allowed myself a tiny smile as I gazed around the area. It might be a good day.

"Hey hey, little sis." My horribly tall brother wiggled his eyebrows in his Monkey D. Luffy cosplay as he gave me forty dollars in folds. I swiftly snatched the money, eyes staring at the two twenties. It was rare for him to give me any type of gift. I thought he would ignore my presence the whole time since our mother wanted me to tag along with him.

"You're giving me this…? To spend on whatever I want?" Because if you are; who are you and what have you done to my oldest sibling? He's stingy with his money. The bastard even stole some of my stash long ago. My fingers counted the bills before placing it in my only pocket. I then gave my sibling my phone because my pocket was too small for it. Noticing the grin on my brother's face resulted in a grunt of annoyance from your's truly.

"No way." His answer was quick enough to allow disappointment.

Damn.

"You made a deal with me last week remember? We're buying the Mob Psycho One hundred DVD." He waved me off before eying my cosplay in silence. "Wait a sec...Who are you going as?"

A cheshire grin stretched on my lips as I gave a spin, the fake tail wrapped around my waist from the sudden motion before I stopped and posed with crossed arms. "Yosafire of course. Best character next to Etihw and Kcalb, from The Gray Garden." I took his hand despite the slight discomfort I felt and we made our way through the many people visiting this convention today. It was easy to ignore his grimacing from the contact but he knew I was also trying my best not to cringe.

The weather was awfully hot for the summer. I wanted to curl up back home with the poorly working fan but this anime con activity was new and wanted in my life. I made sure to scoop up a few mangas and wave to the people who noticed my demon cosplay. A few people even asked for a common phrase Yosafire said, and much to my brother's dismay and embarrassment; I complied with a faked whine, hugging my arms to my chest.

"Fuh-Roooze!" Several echos and laughs echoed from the other fans of Mogeko/Deep Sea prisoner games. I was complimented on how I acted, told I make a good Yosafire.

It was going great.

"Woah! Is that you Ansel?" My red-contact eyes glanced over to a group of college students who noticed my brother before hollering in greeting to gain his attention. Ansel perked up at the loud action and looked over at his friends with confusion before glee and mischief took over his eyes. He give me a harsh stare down after glancing to my position. I shuffled uncomfortably and fiddled with my fingers under his harsh gaze, suddenly feeling smaller than my average height. I stare at the suddenly more interesting floor.

"We'll meet up back at the fountain. Okay? Don't tell mom I did this. You'll be fine on your own for a bit right?" Right then, my thoughts began to scream. This isn't the first time you've done this, but it's a first leaving me in an unknown place. Please don't leave me alone by myself. I'll get lost. I feel very uncomfortable in a new place I know almost nothing about without some sort of guide. This isn't near school grounds. Are your friends really more important then me?

I gave a silent nod.

"Good. Don't be a screw-up. I'll see you in two hours!" Ansel left me in the dust, and I slowly looked up from my spot. I watched his retreating form with feelings of spite and dismay before turning heel and leaving south. Each step away from my guide caused a lead-like feeling to fill my foot. My hands covered my ears to block out his joined laughter with his cronies for friends as I stalked away. My breath rate increased and I took a few deep breaths to calm down. It didn't work but I could deal with the slight change as the occurrence usually left on it's own.

The grip of abandonment weighed heavily on my heart and I swallowed to get rid of the lump of grief. It's bad enough he never spent time with me. The whole matter just gets worse when he ditches our only bonding time to play with friends who talk trash about him behind his back. I breathed softly but not much oxygen got into my lungs, I ended up shuddering in discomfort.

After a few steps I paused, allowing red hot irritation to seep into my nerves. Did I really just let that to happen? He has my phone! I quickly turned around to run back to the rowdy group...Of course they're gone already. Lost in the wave of people and space, getting further and further from the one the leader(my dear brother...) abandoned. My feet shuffled nervously as I slowly walked around the area. I couldn't even look for directions with my absent phone. I was aimlessly traveling, a bit thankful for the money I had in order to buy food. I could find the food court if I searched long enough. Hopefully.

First things first… My pace quickened as I was desperate to find a place clear of people. My breathing didn't improve, and so I needed a change of environment.

I think I'll have orange chicken today… Chinese food sounded pleasant enough. Once this little episode calmed down that is.

I paused upon kicking an open cardboard box out in the open. I glanced around, noticing the lack of people. In fact; the area lacked books and shops. It was simply an open space with no one but me, the box and sunlight. I have no idea how I got here but it's a bit scary to be alone in a public space. Out of breath, I looked inside and picked up a DVD case wrapped in plastic with a note attached. The title and picture was from the very anime my brother wanted us to watch together. The picture of the glowing black haired boy and a business suit wearing man standing next to him. The sticky note was written in neat hand writing.

It's free for whoever picks it up!

Forty bucks are now fully mine. I let out a wheezy laugh but immediately regretted it. I paused and huffed a breath. It wasn't enough and came out as a raspy wheeze. I tried to take in a gulp of air. Not much oxygen entered my lungs. I tried several times before reaching into my pockets for a reliever.

I froze upon noticing neither pocket had my inhaler. I had left it back home.

The stress piled on me in an instant, triggering a response. The respiratory attack worsened and my lungs felt heavy. I wheezed and gasped for air, grip tightening on the case I now held close to my chest. Wheezes and coughs echoed throughout the area and I stumbled after taking a step forward. The invisible gravity increased and I shivered at the increased pain involving my respiratory system.

No oxygen. Not enough oxygen. I can't breathe. It's uncomfortable. I need oxygen. There's something blocking my airways. I can't. I can't!

I expelled mucus with a harsh wheeze following close behind. I briskly continued to cough out the sticky white and yellow substance. I hacked and spit, soon vomiting. It didn't matter if it got all over the floor. It didn't matter if my throat burned. My mind wanted the blockage gone and out. I want to breathe. I so desperately want to breathe. Despite ridding the airway of the mucus, more took it's place and the oxygen wasn't getting through. My heart throbbed in painfully and my eyes blurred with salty tears. The trembling started when the pressure escalated.

The case dropped and I fell with it. I could barely register the pain of the floor or how uncomfortable it was to lay next to your fluids. Or was I on it? I didn't know.

I can't think properly. I can't see right. I'm going to die here. Why can't I breathe? Breathe. I want to breathe. Nothing. More mucus. More coughing. Less oxygen. An increase of throbbing agony in my heart area. Ansel? Ansel where are you? Can I use your inhaler? I left mine back home. Ansel. Ansel please come back. I can't. I hate this. I can't breathe. I can't breathe in. Its hurting my lungs. It hurts. I need oxygen. I don't want to die.

Suffocating. I'm drowning from the disrupted balance; the horrible combination of increased carbon dioxide and less oxygen in my body. Colors flashed but I couldn't make out the blurred objects which seemed to move around. I don't want to die. Darkness was closing in as I continued to expel mucus while my throat begged me to stop. As everything slowly blurred to darkness, I reached forwards for something to grab on.

I grabbed something but all feeling left the moment I touched it. It soon became silent as one last thought faded into the corner of my mind.

I don't want to die.

A/N: Happy Halloween. Yosafire belongs to RPG Game: The Gray Garden.

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