Flowers. Raku loved flowers.
"Raku-chan..." Koneko sighed, laying the bouquet of lillies at her grave. It had been a week since her best friend had died of her broken kokoro. A tear slid down her cheek.
Koneko's tail bristled as she heard footsteps behind her. She hissed when she saw who it was. "Hitoshi san, what are you doing here?"
"I came to pay my respects to Raku chan. Nya, rawr," he greeted her, heavy sadness hanging in his voice.
"You're the one who korosa her," she spat, "So why don't you just go on home. You couldn't keep your Stockholm Syndrome at bay, and now my best tomadachi is dead."
"Koneko chan, Bokutachi san left me," he blurted.
"Oh, great. Do you really expect me to care, Hitoshi san? Go ramble to someone else about your pathetic love life nya," she growled.
"No but, what I mean is-" He trailed off, instead leaning in and kissing the poor, grief stricken neko. He brushed his hands across her soft brown ears, and licking her bottom lip for entrance. They made out right on Raku's grave.
Finally, Koneko pulled away, blushing heavily. "That was wrong, Hitoshi san. My tomadachi loved you nya. This feels like cheating."
"But Raku chan is dead and Bokutachi san left me! Who else do I love now, nya rawr?" Hitoshi whispered into his ear.
Koneko kicked him to the ground in rage. "How could you?! I thought for a second that maybe you loved me, but no, the only reason you kissed me was because I was your LAST RESORT?! GO TO JIGOKU!" she screeched, running away into the night.
Hitoshi san lay on top of Raku's grave, crying with a broken Kokoro. Everyone he loved was gone now, and he was all alone.