For obvious reasons, I'm not completely sure what having a little brother is exactly like, but I have to imagine that the feelings involved in that sort of relationship are basically the same feelings I have for Hanna. Hanna says that we're what one would call 'bros', but the charm of the slang is a little lost on me. Maybe having no memory of current pop-culture has made me old-fashioned, but 'brothers' seems like a much more descriptive term.
At the beginning of my undeath, I didn't really feel much of anything. There wasn't much of anything to have feelings for. I wandered a lot, but I didn't have any memories from which I could pull nostalgia or awe. People avoided me for the most part {or perhaps I avoided them} so I developed no relationships in all that time.
That all changed when I became Hanna's sidekick, his companion, his friend. Suddenly I cared about things, for the very first time. I imagine I must have cared for things while I was alive, but, sans memory, these were all-new experiences for me. Suddenly I had roots, a place and a person that actually meant something to me. Sure, that place was a dirty, rundown apartment complex and that person was an eccentric little spaz who didn't give a flying flip about his own personal well-being—but hey. It was something.
And besides, I really love the little spaz. It's not just because he was the first and only person to go out of his way to be a friend to me—let alone be around me—but because…well, because he's Hanna. Hanna, who is a questionably-successful paranormal-investigator-slash-Target-employee. Hanna, who runs headlong into potential danger even though he promises that he isn't going to do that anymore. Hanna, whose circle of friends is made up of a zombie, a vampire, a slightly-demented med-school dropout, the guy who puts up with the aforementioned drop-out, a werewolf, and a selkie's son. Hanna, who eats my cooking with a grin even though it probably tastes like dirt. Hanna, who gives me every name under the sun in hopes I would remember the one I used in life.
Hanna, whose friendship makes me not care if I do or don't ever remember anything about my life.
Hanna, Hanna, Hanna.
He really has changed {saved} my un-life.
(A/N)
Look guys, yet another fandom for me! Yay! It's a fantastic fandom, everyone should join...
My first fic for Hanna is Not a Boy's Name, a very basic bromantic Zombie-POV...thing. Not too exciting. It anything's exciting, it'll be in later chapters that I have yet to think up. XD
I'm very much into HiNaBN slash, but the brotherly love thing comes from the last Q&A thing Miss Stone did, where {...} says that he sees Hanna as a best-friend-slash-little-brother. :)
She also said Hanna works at Target. XD
All characters mentioned belong to Tessa Stone.
Much love,
Miyazaki A2