I don't own Letter Bee

(Narrative)

It was late in the evening, but it wouldn't seem like that as the sky never changed color. The streets of Yuusari were deserted at this time of day, everyone enjoying their dinners with their families. There were some though who are either returning or leaving the town for the delivery of letters. Two people in particular are part of that letter delivery group, and they have just returned. The two consisted of one blond haired, blue eyed girl, and a silver haired, crimson eyed boy. They were walking along, ready to just lay down and relax after a tiring delivery.

"Ugh, that took a lot longer than I expected. There were also a lot of gaichuu." the silver haired boy known as Lag said, trying to rub the soreness out of his shoulder.

"Is Lag hurt anywhere? Did Niche protect Lag?" the girl of the pair, Niche, looked at Lag with worry as she said this.

"No Niche I'm not hurt, and yes you did a good job protecting me." Lag yawned just then, growing more tired than he already was. "Now let's go home because it's getting late."

A huge growl was heard just then and Lag turned his attention to the girl beside him. "And you also seem to be hungry."

Niche made her trademark face while it turned red at the same time. Lag started laughing when Niche turned around and gave him a death glare, effectively shutting him up. Another growl was heard, but this time it was Niche the one to tease her partner.

"Lag must be hungry too." It was Lag's turn to blush.

"How about we share Steak. He will taste good after we cook him." Niche suggested.

"No Niche! You mustn't eat Steak!"

After convincing Niche that Steak was their friend and they shouldn't eat him, Lag and Niche started their way home. They were both 16 now and Lag saved up enough money to get his own place. When Lag told Sylvette this, she started crying which led to Lag crying. Sylvette finally let Lag and Niche go when Lag told her they would visit often. He kept his promise to her but when he turned 15, he constantly forgot because of all the work he had to do. Thinking of Sylvette made him feel a little sad that he hasn't visited her in almost a year.

Niche caused him to snap back to reality when she asked, "Where are we going tomorrow?"

"Huh. Oh um tomorrow is our day off."

Niche remembered Lag telling her this one time and explaining that she could sleep in. She also remembered he didn't sleep in with her that day even though he said he would. Thinking of this made her get a little angry because they never got to do so together after that day.

"We're home Niche." Lag called to the blonde, seeing she was lost in her own little world as usual. Niche looked up at Lag to see him smile at her which made her blush the second time that day. She stormed past the door leaving a very confused Lag behind.

Did I do something? he thought to himself as he walked through his doorway, closing the door behind him.

"Oh wow am I full." Lag patted his stomach after cleaning up the dishes.

Lag had learned how to cook a few meals after living off of take out for a few years. It's not that he didn't like the food from the restaurants, it's just that Sylvette threatened them to either learn to make food or she would have to keep sending over her soup. After hearing the other choice he told her he would rather choose the first option than eating her barf-soup. He kept the last part to himself because he didn't want to get her angry with him.

"Come on Niche, let's go to bed." Lag said, knowing she was just as exhausted as he was. Niche ran up to Lag after he started walking to his room.

"Goodnight Niche, Steak." the crimson eyed boy called to the two.

"Night' Lag!" Niche replied.

"Nii nii!"

They went into their own rooms to get ready for bed. When they first got the house Niche thought they both were still going to share a room. It took a very long time to convince Niche to sleep in her own room. Lag told her the only thing separating them was a wall so it would still be like sleeping in the same room. She finally gave in, although reluctantly.

Today was a day for memories wasn't it. Lag couldn't help but notice all the things he was remembering. He soon fell asleep after that final thought, falling into the land of dreams or more precisely, memories.

Lag awoke with a start, sweat covering most of his body. His white hair was sticking to him and his shirt clung tightly to his chest.

It was in the past though I can't help blame myself.

Almost every night now Lag has been having the same nightmare of something that happened not too long ago. It changed him and Niche in many ways, haunting him almost all the time. Shaking those thoughts out of his head Lag got out of bed to start to make breakfast when he stopped in front of Niche's bedroom door. The nightmare was still lingering in his mind so he decided to have a quick peek inside to make sure she was fine. He opened the door slowly, hoping the slight squeak from the old hinges didn't disturb the blonde. When he looked in he smiled. Niche was tangled in the covers with Steak sleeping on her pillow. One leg was dangling off the edge of the bed. Her left arm was draped across her forehead while the other was on top of Steak. What made him smile even more was when he saw Niche wearing his old baggy underwear. He was glad she still wore them showing whoever saw it they still had a tight bond.

When he looked up further he instantly blushed. She was wearing a tank top that looked a little too small on her. He blushed even more after he realized he was staring at her chest which was bigger than he remembered. He never realized how much she has grown over the years but now that he is actually looking her over, he thinks she is, she is… she is what? He thought she was cute in a friendly childish way when they were younger because of how she acted, but now? Before his thoughts could go any further he shook them out of his mind and gently closed the door. He walked down the hallway to finally start making breakfast because he knew Niche would wake up soon, hungry.

Niche woke up to the smell of something delicious. She got up to try and find her usual clothes but remembered it was her day off. She then tried to find a tee shirt to put over her tank top but forgot her shirts were in the wash after Lag found a bunch of dirty clothes all over her room and told her to wash them. She was never the cleanest person out there but at least she wasn't a complete slob. She decided to head out as is when she heard Steak cry out behind her. She stopped and waited to feel the weight of Steak on top of her head. When she did she then started her walk to the kitchen to eat the meal Lag made for them.

Lag heard footsteps behind him which meant Niche was awake.

"Good morning Niche." he said, not needing to turn to know she was there.

"Morning, Lag."

When Lag did turn around he almost dropped the plates in his hands. Niche was wearing the tank top and nothing over top.

"Is something wrong Lag? Is Lag hurt? Niche will lick it to make it better." Niche walked closer to him, serious about what she said.

"N-no, I'm not hurt Niche." Lag stuttered, trying to regain his composure.

Lag handed Niche her plate and stuck a bowl next to her for Steak. He then sat in his usual seat across from Niche. He tried hard not to look at Niche for fear of blushing even more then he already was. Relief washed over him when Niche decided to talk.

"Lag, are we going anywhere today?" she asked.

Lag still got surprised when Niche said sentences normally, and not in the third person. It showed she was growing up and learning, and it made him happy that she was doing so without problems. He remembered how she was only a few years ago, after that terrible accident. He decided this train of thought was causing his mood to go down, so he shook them away and answered Niche.

"Yes. We are going over to Sylvette's house. We haven't seen her in almost a year."

I wonder how she is. Has she changed? The thought made Lag blush because if Niche has… grown, surely Sylvette has.

"Lag, are you sure you're OK? Are you running a fever? Niche will lick it and make it better!" Niche stood up, ready to go to Lag's side.

"Huh. N-no, I'm fine! You can sit back down Niche!"

So I was checking my old stories out and I noticed that people still actually read this, and that made me extremely happy. I thought of how my writing skills back then weren't quite like they are now, which isn't much, but I thought to edit this story so those who do read it can enjoy it better. It's not like a serious edit, but just some improvements.