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Nana sat on a park bench, a nearby tree covering her body in a dark shadow. She decided that it suited how she felt, as Wanta sat at her feet, large chocolate eyes following her every move.

She was wearing a fine blue dress, almost an exact replica of the dress she had worn when she had come for Lucy. The one Papa had given her, the one she had loved, the first dress she had ever had. This one was made of a finer fabric, though, and it felt much softer against her skin.

Her lips were a warm shade of pink, a little deeper than their natural colour. Yuka had put it on. She had also added some kind of eye-liner, blush, and a variety of other 'make-ups'. Yuka had them on, too, except hers were different.

Yuka was sad, and Nana didn't know why. All she had said was they had to get ready. Nana had no idea as to what was happening, but obediently got ready. Yuka was mumbling things like, 'Its okay,' and 'Don't worry,' even though Nana wasn't upset, or worried. Yuka was wearing a short black dress, and Nana decided it suited her. It was a pretty dress, but was too depressing. When Nana pointed that out, Yuka had smiled and told her that she was sorry.

Kouta was sad. He was wearing a very fancy suit, it looked like something Nanas' Papa would wear. He was smiling, but it wasn't normal. It was a sad smile, and he occasionally hugged Yuka, or mumbled something to her. Most of the time, though, he was preparing Lucy.

Lucy, the only one who wasn't sad. Or, Nyuu, as she was commonly referred to as, but Nana refused to call her that. It was Lucy. She was smiling happily, and running around, with her dress half on, as Kouta pursued slowly. Nana watched her, as she skipped around, yelling out 'Nyuu!' and laughing at Kouta.

Then they left. Wanta was on a leash in front of Lucy, who clutched the leash, as though her life depended on it.

The odd group reached the park, where they had stood there, watching something that was meant to be saddening. It was saddening to Kouta and Yuka, heck, even Lucy looked sad. But not Nana. She was meant to be, she knew that. She didn't feel sad though.

Nana has left soon after; Kouta had taken Yuka and Lucy to go get something, and Wanta was sitting beside Nana.

And that's where Nana remained, on a park bench, until Kouta returned to her.

He had began to speak quietly, but got more confident as he went on. Nana wasn't paying much attention, but nodded her head politely to the lecture. After the small talk ended, her interest grew, and Nana payed a lot more attention. Kouta was talking of an odd place, she never knew, she assumed it was nice though.

Then she returned to where they had been before, Wanta following behind her.

Nana reached the stone, placing her delicate white lily next to it.

And she read what it said, eyes slowly taking in everything.

Mayu.

Much loved friend, and dearly missed.

May the Heavens treat her right,

Because she is our Angel.

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A/N; Eh… A very short attempt at a sad fic. It was a pretty obvious ending, wasn't it?