Hi everyone! Ok so I did this story a long time ago so please be nice to it. I think the characters are a bit ooc. I don't know weather to continue it or not. So please tell me what you think and what I could do to improve.

I own nothing! Shugo Chara would never be the same if I owned it! BUT I DON'T!


It was another funeral near the front of the cemetery for most likely a grandfather or grandmother. More people crying for their loved ones and the memories of that person left behind for them. Memories that burn and cut to the point of pain but yet makes the lost little easier to endure. Too bad they won't be like kings who are immortal through their great legacy. But maybe for the loved ones they will be.

Brushing my pink hair out of my face I continue reading my book next to my old friend Edward Elric Smith who lived before and after the Great War. I love looking through old cemeteries at the old grave stones. It's so intrusting to think of the lives they lived and the people who loved them. I'm big on respecting the dead; I never liked stepping on the graves of those who died.

A voice brought me out of my thoughts looking up at the person. I was a man or boy around my age with blue black hair and beautiful blue eyes ware a tux's. "Do you need something?" I asked a bit confused as why he would approach me. Most people just ignore my presence. "What are you doing here?" he asked a little too harshly for my tasted. "I'm hanging next to my friend Edward Elric Smith" I answered pointing to the grave next to me smiling. He looked at me oddly, "this is the old section of the graveyard no one has moored this people in years." I look at the grave stone, "Well it's good to pay respect to the dead even ones who are forgotten" I replied with a little venom in my voice. "Wow your weird" he said and I couldn't contain myself "what how am I weird!" he looked at me, "well your sitting here talking with a dead guy who you never known". I looked at him knowing these kinds of people. These people walk around keeping their minds close yet tell people how opened minded they are. "Well maybe…you know what never mind you won't get it" I said. I was not going to waste my words on someone who won't be open to it. "Fine," he said walking away.

I didn't see him for the rest of the week not like I expected him to come. I thought he wouldn't turn up again and I could walk around the cemetery in peace. Too bad I was wrong, he came back Tuesday afternoon. I noticed him right away as he walked into the cemetery. He came with his little brother I'm guessing. They both were holding a white rose in their hands. They stood above a new grave stone that I had yet to look at. The little boy dropped the flower on the grave while holding his brothers hand. I got up to look at more of the older graves writing down then names of some to find them in history. "Excuse me" said a small voice I stopped and turned to see the small boy. The same one would was a moment ago looking at the new stone. "I have seen you before, what is your name?" he asked in confident tone. "I'm Amu, what's yours?"

"I'm Nari! You know your friend likes it when you come visit him"

"My friend?" I asked wondering what he meant.

"Yeah, Edward Smith!" He yelled. That was the day my life had changed forever.


Please tell me what you think! And again, this is an old story! I made this like two years ago! Thank you.