A/N: Yes, another version of Takara and Hiei. This one gets to the fluff much faster. I hope you enjoy! A little bit of angst in this chapter, just to let those know.

Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho will never be mine. But I can try to take Hiei!

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On Friday, I was supposed to meet up with Joshua at his house, and then pick up Matt and drive all around the city, and try to find something fun to do.

Instead, I was running to Joshua's house, and came face to face with their dead bodies.

The police warned me not to go in. But I did. And I saw them lying there, two pistols sitting in a pool of their dark blood.

They committed suicide an hour before I came.

I have no idea why they did suicide. But that was the only thing that seemed possible to the police. So that was what the newspapers printed.

Two Local Boys Commit Suicide, it read.

I cried for days. I stayed in my room, like a girl did when her boyfriend ended a year-long relationship, one that had so many memorable moments, happy moments.

My brothers started to get worried. So did my Dad. In fact, every night, I at least saw his figure watching over me once when I woke up in the middle of the night, which happened a lot of times.

I then finally came downstairs, and actually ate breakfast, and a decent one, with my family. You could tell my brothers were releived that I was up. And that day, I actually smiled at one of my Dad's jokes.

But I'm crying now, because I'm back in my room. The same one where Matt would come running into, Joshua chasing him. We would lock the door, or press our wieght against, like we had to before when I didn't have a lock, blocking Joshua out. But he was much stronger than us, and my door was almost always busted.

I'm hugging my pillow, the exact same one that Matt would hit me with in the morning, when he arrived earlier than expected, and ready for school. Joshua would sometimes be with him, and they would both get me out of bed when my father wasn't awake to do so.

There's a picture of all of us on my desk, one that I put face down for the past couple of weeks. We're all goofing around, Matt putting bunny ears on Joshua, while Joshua tickled me. I was laughing, not only because of the tickles I was receiving, but because Matt still had his marker moustache I had put on him about a day ago.

The day after we took that picture, Matt went out on a date with this gorgeous looking girl, that I had once envied. She was like a young super model, and was super nice. No wonder Matt fell for her.

But she dumped him later on, and we were both there for him, ready to help him get over her. Just like they did for me, and vice versa.

You never really realize how much you love someone. Until they're suddenly taken away. Then you want them back.

I think I was in love with Matt.

Joshua was sweet too; we were very close. But it didn't go any farther than that.

But with Matt, we almost kissed. We were hanging around at his place, and he was teasing me about my date, and somehow, he landed on top of me on the couch. We just stared at each other for a moment, and then he leaned foreword. I was about to kiss him back, but then I realized that this was my best friend, and I didn't want to ruin this relationship. So I pushed him off, and hurried back home, afraid to face new feelings.

I wonder what it would have been like.to kiss him.

It might have made this pain worse, so maybe it's a good thing I ran. Or maybe not.

For a long while, we were extremely uncomfortable. The weird feeling lessened, but I got an eerie feeling now and then, that he really wanted to kiss me, that maybe he still did.

Matt's pajama's are in my closest.

The last time he slept over, he left his pajamas here. I took them out, and started to cry all over again. It still smeeled like him; a sweet, yet manly scent.

I sat in my bathroom, the door locked, so no one could get in. I leaned against the bath tub, crying my eyes out again, just when I thought I had no more tears to shed.

Why did they do it? What was wrong?

Matt had a few sibling problems, but that was it. I thought we made a change in his life. And Joshua, it seemed as though his life was perfect. He had wonderful sisters, who I had come to love and care for deeply, and the perfect parents.

What had went wrong?

Despite me crying in the bathroom, my Dad somehow found me. He has a weird way of knowing where his kids are. He sat down next to me and hugged me.

"Shh.it's going to be okay." I heard him whisper. I just cried harder, and he held me tight.

I am so lucky to have someone to comfort me, I'm not sure what I would do without my family. If they weren't here, I might have ended up with Matt and Joshua.

My Dad played with my hair, and it reminded me of Matt. How he used to twirl it around his fingers, and tug at it a bit too hard. Sometimes I would snap at him to stop it, other times I would tug his own hair. I cried harder, my shoulder shaking with my sobs.

Dad must have sensed he brought on bad memories, because he stopped playing with my hair. He just held me. But even that reminded me of Matt. He held me too, during the few times I had cried. And my father strangely had the hint of Matt's smell.

I got up, not able to take anymore. "Just.please, go away!" I cried, leaving the house. I had no idea where I was going to, but my feet led me to the lake.

It was shimmering in the moonlight, and a few stone steps led to a little temple of sorts. I walked in and sat on a bench.

It was so quiet, and peaceful. Only the few croaks of frogs and crickets disturbed the silence. Soon, I found myself dozing off, and when I woke up for the last time, it was morning.

I didn't go home until late that night, and snuck back in the house. One of my brother, Mokoro, was sitting on the couch, and he looked up at me, but didn't say anything. I think he understood that I just needed time to myself.

I took a glance at the calendar. It was May 17. It has been a full month since my friends have died.

With a sigh, I walk into the kitchen, and start to make my favorite meal. It is time for me to move on.

A/N: I didn't mean to make Takara seem weak, but I did, so there. Hey, some strong people are like that. Oh, and that angst thing is actually despair. I think. You be the judge.

I'll try to update soon.