This is the story of a boy with a secret that can never be shared.
"Toni I'm going to go pick a banquet for mama! Big brother is coming too!"
"I can do it!" Toni yelled after the blonde and she bounced off, dragging her brother along with her.
"No way, you'll wilt the flowers stuuuuupid!"
Toni watched as the two siblings disappeared into the rose garden.
"It really is a miracle."
"Huh, what," Toni looked to the voice that came from behind him, and smiled, "Velten, I couldn't agree more."
"Really, it's almost impossible to believe, but the kids are exactly like daemons…the only thing that both of them received from their mother is that they can touch the flowers."
Toni chuckled at the thought of Hana and Vivi, "yeah…a miracle."
"Anzu, let go of my hand already, they can't see us anymore."
"Yamabuki, I have to make sure that your head isn't visible at all! Why the hell are you the tall one!?" Anzu looked back at her brother with her tongue stuck out before letting his hand go.
"Thank you," he watched as Anzu examined the beautiful, fragile roses, and he watched as she picked them and smelled them with a smile.
She looked up at him with a shaded expression in her eyes, "Yamabuki, it's been 73 years and no one knows. When are you planning on telling them?" She stood with two bouquets in her arms. "You're this old and I'm the only one that knows."
"Shut up Anzu," he looked away as she stepped closer to him.
"You're so stingy; it's not a bad thing." She lifted one flower out of her bundle and pressed it to her lips. "It's not like anyone will slaughter you or anything…"
"Anzu."
"I mean, it's normal for all demons."
He stood still, staring off into the distance where the mansion stood. The wind wafted the honey sweet scent of the flowers into his nose; into his mind, and just as he turned to face Anzu, the rose touched his lips, and Anzu pulled it away again. The flower petals began to shrivel before turning into a burnt wisp, flying away in the breeze.
As they watched the shriveled pieces flutter away Anzu pulled Yamabuki's face close to hers. He didn't flinch when she whispered, "it's perfectly normal," before placing the wrapped bundle of fragile things into his trembling hands.
Anzu smiled as she walked in the direction of the others. However, Yamabuki stayed behind and looked down at the lives that quivered in his hands as the breeze whispered through their velvet petals, "it's okay to be afraid. I'll keep your secret, just like you've kept mine."
"Hurry up Yamabuki!" Anzu was tapping her foot impatiently as he approached, "jeez, ya old geezer, hurry your ass up for once."
And the siblings walked to the grave of their mother with smiles on their faces and a secret in their hearts. Anzu only knew that he couldn't touch the flowers, she didn't even realize the other half of the darkness that sank deeper into Yamabuki's heart. She didn't understand the half of it.
Okay! I've been wanting to do this for SOOOOOO long, but I haven't had the time recently. Hope you like it and I will be continuing this! Love you!