I'm so sorry. This has been sitting on my computer for months, waiting to be uploaded. Without further ado, here's chapter 2. Chapter 3 is actually almost finished so expect that one soon.

Summary: Follows manga. After deleting Yoite, Miharu goes to live and work with Yukimi. In Tokyo, he is enrolled in school where he meets Sora Koudou, who looks like Yoite. It causes the memories of Yoite to slowly return in him and Yukimi. Miharu begins to try and start a friendship with Sora, who is the polar opposite of Yoite. The time spent causes Sora to begin to remember the erased life as Yoite. Will he choose his love for Yukimi over the one with Miharu? Or will his heart go to Miharu?

O= Opening

Italics is dream

P= Past

C= Current

E= End

-O-

He was running through the streets. He didn't know why he was rushing, but Miharu felt like it was something important that he had to do. He was looking for something, but he didn't know what. But he had to keep going. He felt like someone's life depending on him. He felt saddened at the thought of not finding this person.

"Can it be him?" Miharu thought for a minute. He stopped, trying to think of a way to find this mysterious person. "Blood?" He noticed it on the snowy ground. Maybe the person he was after was bleeding? The ninja bite his bottom lip as he raced off, following the trail of blood. He hoped the person was still alright.

How he wanted to call out the person's name, but he didn't even know what to call the stranger. He didn't know their name. All he knew was his outlines and the likes. But as he raced up the steps, he noticed a figure curled up in the corner. The blood led to him.

"Are you alright?" Miharu rushed the kneel next to the taller male. The other's skin seemed to be burned charcol black. But it took a minute for the younger male to realize the other wasn't burned. No. Far from it. It looked like the male's body was simply decaying as he lived. "You need to be in the hospital." Miharu reached out a hand, but the other smacked it away.

"Don't touch me!" The elder boy spat. It caused Miharu to be taken back a bit. But he knew, somehow he knew, that this boy was fragile. He went against the other's wishes and wrapped his arms around the other's thin frame.

"It's okay. I know everything will be alright. So please, please. Let us go back to the hospital together." How did Miharu know the boy ran away from the hospital? Where were all these words coming from?

"I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Miharu glanced at the other. Able to make out everything but the other's eyes. His raven tresses lightly tickled his face, but seeing the silent tears haulted any sound that wanted to escape Miharu's throat.

"I won't let you die."

Miharu sat up straight, feeling Yoite fall from his chest. The young ninja caught the small cat, who began to cry. The boy got up, craddling the small cat in his arms, and went to Yukimi's room.

"Yukimi-san?" Miharu didn't dare enter into the room, but sensed the other was still awake.

"What is it?" Yukimi sat up, glancing in the dark to Miharu.

"Is it possible for a person's skin to decay while they're alive?" At the other beckoning him to come sit on the bed, the younger of the two complied. He simply sat with Yoite on his lap, paying attention to the black cat.

"Well...There is one forbidden art called Kira. It's very powerful and in exchange...the user shortens his life at every use. I wouldn't be surprised if the person just became a walking, decaying corpse after extended use." Yukimi thought about it. "Why do you ask?"

"The boy in my dreams..."

"The one you think you erased?" Miharu nodded. "What about him?"

"He was decaying. His flesh was black as if it was already dead." If the teen could see in the dark, he would've been able to see the disturbed look on Yukimi's voice. But it turned into a knowing look.

"I see."

"Do you think he was involved in the world of Nabari?"

"Possibly..."

"Yukimi-san, do you think that if I'm slowly remembering him...that I may fully remember him?" Miharu looked at the elder male.

"Possibly. I mean... I don't understand everything fully. I can't tell you if you're making things up, or your dreams mean nothing, or if you are remembering this person. I don't remember a thing, so it's just you. And I don't know why you're starting to dream about him, but you are."

"Ah. I should go back to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you up." Miharu got off the bed and headed to the door.

"Don't let it worry you too much, kid." Yukimi ran his fingers through his hair. "Just focus on the now and get some sleep. You have school still. And you wanted to go to your friends' house today."

"Right. Good night, Yukimi-san."

"Good night." The blond was glad when the other left. He simply sighed and layed back down. He wasn't going back to sleep, just merely staring at the ceiling. "God..." He felt bad for lying to Miharu, but wasn't going to say that he was having strange dreams about this mysterious boy. It was simply a small boy, who barely looked ten. In his dreams, he always treated the boy like a stray pet. But he never called him by a name, simply brat. He had wondered in his dream why the boy never hated him, but the dream he had had before Miharu came in had been explained to him.

"You didn't hate me because you were dying." Yukimi whispered the words about the boy who had disappeared. His sister in the dream had told that the boy was dying as he walked. And he felt more protective of the boy and wanted him to live longer. He was still a boy and didn't understand why he was okay with learning a technique that would kill him as he lived. "You were an idiot." Yukimi banged his fist into the bed, not completely understanding why he felt sad at, yet frustrated at, the boy who was erased. "Stupid brat." He muttered before trying to sleep once more.

"Miharu-kun, are you alright? You looked a little out of it during classes all day." Tsukasa and Miharu were sitting outside the school waiting for Sora.

"I'm fine. I kept having a weird dream last night so I barely slept."

"Ah. You shouldn't watch weird movies or drink things before going to bed. That always gave me weird dreams growing up." Miharu gave a faint smile.

"I'll keep that in mind, Tsukasa-san."

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Sora emerged, slightly out of breath.

"Eh? Did you just run here? You know that you shouldn't run, Sora." Tsukasa was concerned and Miharu noticed the faint scar mark on Sora's neck. He wasn't about to ask about it.

"I'm alright. Don't worry about it. Shall we go, Miharu-kun?"

"Ah. Right." The three walked to the Koudo house. It was just an average two floor home in Tokyo. It had a garden outfront and looked very welcoming. Tsukasa pushed open the gate into the front yard.

"Welcome to our house, Miharu-kun."

"Ah." Miharu was too busy looking around. It looked nice. It had that welcoming feeling that Thobari-sensei's home had. But it felt off just a little. As they entered the house, the feeling got worse.

"We're home." Tsukasa called, Sora keeping quiet as he removed his shoes.

"Welcome home." A voice called.

"Please excuse my intrusion." Miharu called softly. A new figure appeared and the Banten ninja decided it was most likely their father.

"Welcome. I am Sora and Tsukasa's father." He held out his hand and Miharu shook it.

"Rokujo Miharu. I'm in Tsukasa-san's class." The elder male gave a smile.

"He has told me that you recently moved to Tokyo. You'll get used to life here. It'll become pretty routine within no time." Miharu nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"Come on, Miharu-kun." Tsukasa directed him into the living room. They set up camp in there, talking a bit. But Miharu could hear a female voice speaking in another voice, she was unhappy. The owner of the voice entered the room with three glasses of juice and a plate of cookies for the boys, but quickly left in a split second after glaring at the eldest boy. And it was suddenly weird. He felt a little weird as he sat in the house. The two brothers were welcoming to him, as was their father. But his wife wasn't happy with Sora sitting in the living room with the younger boys.

"Why did you have to let it go to school? Why is it allowed to even have a friend?" She huffed. Her voice was heard clearly as she hit her husband lightly and walked away.

"Don't mind them, Miharu-kun. My mother is a little...weird." Tsukasa offered an apologetic smile.

"What was she talking about by 'it'?" Miharu felt like he had to ask. Sora got up.

"Please excuse me. I should go-"

"Sora, you're welcome here. Don't let anything mother says get to you." Miharu blinked.

"I'm home." A new voice said. Two new people appeared and paused.

"Great, it's in the house." The boy stormed up the stairs while the girl just stared.

"Welcome." She smiled to Miharu and Tsukasa before frowning when she saw Sora. She then went up the stairs.

"I should go." Sora got right up and rushed right out of the room, another door slamming shut.

"What...just happened?" Tsukasa sighed at Miharu's words and leaned forward.

"The family has never really gotten along with Sora. Our father did a little before the accident, but has tried even harder since then. But none of the others want to try and be friends with Sora." Miharu nodded.

"What was this accident?" Tsukasa looked at Miharu before staring at his lap.

"They wanted Sora to kill himself. They wanted me to do it, too, because I like Sora and treat him normally. I rushed from the room... But I could still hear what happened. My mother tried to kill my brother, and he took off. It took us a couple hours to locate Sora and took him to the hospital. He was barely alive at the time." The youngest Kodo laced his fingers together.

"So that's why he has those scars?" Tsukasa nodded. "Ah..." Miharu fell silent for a minute before leaning back in his seat. "You don't have to answer... but why don't they like Sora-san?"

"Sora and I have different mothers, his mother died during childbirth. Everyone blames him for it."

"That must be hard. It must have always been hard on Sora-san." Tsukasa nodded.

"I think he may still blame himself for it deep in his heart." Tsukasa cleared his throat, noticing his brother in the doorway. "So what was it like where you're from, Miharu-kun?"

"Oh. It's a quiet little village, really small next to Tokyo. There's not that huge of a population, so our classroom sizes are a little bit smaller."

"What do your parents do?"

"...They both died when I was little. I live with my aunt. She runs a small restaurant. I help out a lot when I'm not busy."

"What types of things do you like to do? You haven't joined a club yet have you?" Miharu shook his head.

"I wasn't really involved in clubs back at my old school either, it was never madatory. I don't really want to join one either. I'd probably join the photography club if I had to." Tsukasa stared.

"Do you like photography that much?" Miharu shook his head.

"My friend is a journalist and since he lost his arm, I've been helping him out by taking pictures for his articles."

"That's really kind. Are you good at photography?"

"Yukimi-san says I'm good, but I'm not as good as he was. I'm still learning."

"Yukimi-san?" The Banten ninja jumped at hearing Sora's voice.

"Do you know him, Sora-san?" Even Sora seemed a little confused at having recited the name.

"No. I don't recall ever knowing someone with that name, but it just sounds familiar." Silence settled in till Tsukasa clapped his hands.

"Hey, let's take some pictures." He didn't wait for either boy to object, he simply just shot up the stairs to his room. He returned a minute later with his camera. "It's nicer outside then in here." The trio filed out of the house and into the front yard. "Sora, Miharu, get together." Tsukasa commanded. The two boys moved closer. "Come on, guys, smile. Smile." Neither boy moved a muscle, so Tsukasa took the picture anyway.

"Why don't I take one of you two." Sora commented.

"Alright." Tsukasa swapped the camera with his brother before he slung an arm around Miharu's shoulders and smiled widely at the camera. The sound of the camera taking the picture was soon heard.

"Why don't I take one of you two." Miharu spoke up, holding out his hands for the camera. Sora handed it over and took his place next to his brother.

Miharu was happy the camera wasn't as complex as Yukimi's was. It made it easier to take photos with. He actually took a couple. Some of the brothers together and then single shots. He actually enjoyed photography and would probably take Yukimi's camera out tomorrow to do some pictures of Tokyo. He'd make sure to send them back home to everyone.

He almost dropped the camera as he fell to his feet, his hands coming up to his head. It hurt. Why did his head hurt so badly so suddenly? He couldn't hear the brothers calling his name. To him, he wasn't even there.

-P-

"Let's take a picture." Thobari-sensei wasn't too excited at the thought but agreed to it anyway.

"I'll take one of you." Miharu huffed lightly at the older boy.

"No, no. We want it to be all of us. We're a family." Hanabusa stated before smiling at Kouichi. "Will you take the image?"

"Of course." He knew that they were like a family of misfits. Three ninjas, one who lost his parents to protect him, one who was abandoned by the world, and one who gave up everything to protect another. And then the human who was caught up in it all.

Hanabusa tossed her arms around the taller teen and the smaller pre-teen, smiling brightly. Thobari stood slightly behind Miharu. The picture was quickly taken.

"Yay~ Thank you." Hanabusa took the camera and disappeared back into the house.

"We should take some more pictures together sometime, Yoite." Miharu looked hopefully up at the other ninja.

"Of course, Miharu." The Banten ninja grabbed ahold of the Kira user's gloved hand and lead him back into the house where the others had already left to.

-C-

"Yoi...te..." Miharu mumbled.

"Yoite?" Tsukasa questioned as Miharu removed his hands from his head, blinking.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Miharu apologised. Sora got up to his feet.

"Sora?" Tsukasa and Miharu watched him.

"I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to go lay down." Sora wandered back into the house. Miharu handed over the camera.

"I'm not feeling too well either, Tsukasa-san. I'm going to go home now. I will see you in class on Monday." Miharu got to his feet.

"Do you want me to accompany you home?" Miharu shook his head.

"No. Look out for Sora-san." The taller boy nodded.

"Of course."

"Goodbye, Tsukasa-san."

"Bye, Miharu."

Miharu sat on the living room couch with Yoite. The kitten was trying to catch a string Miharu was using to play with it. The black cat was bent on getting the string.

"Did we name you after him without knowing?" Yukimi walked in to hear Miharu speak to the cat.

"He's not going to respond to you, no matter how much you want him to." Yukimi sat down at his computer with his cup of coffee.

"The boy who was erased, his name was Yoite." Yukimi stared at his computer screen for a minute before going back to work on his article.

"Is that so." He feined being uninterested. But he had already come to realize the name.

"Yes. He knew everyone I knew." Miharu let Yoite catch the string and drag it away. "I just wish I could remember his face."

"It'll take time. So don't worry about it now. Just worry about today."

-E-

Ugh. I'm so lazy. So there we go. This has been sitting for weeks waiting to be uploaded, but I finally did. I'm halfway done with the next chapter, so should get that up within a week. Seriously! I'm determined to post it within a week. It'll mean one step closer to getting this fic finished. I promise I won't rush it. It'll be five chapters in length, and it's already giving me a bit of trouble and a bit of writer's block. I'm conquering it! But I'm glad to finally finish this chapter. Took me over a month to complete. Now, onto the next chapter.

Preview:

"Tsukasa-san? Can I have you a question?" Miharu shifted in his seat a little uncomfortably. He wasn't sure how he was going to ask his question.

"Sure, Miharu-kun. What's on your mind?"

"Is it possible for a person to have no assigned gender? Or to be both?" This question tossed Tsukasa for a loop. The younger Koudou brother turned to give his full attention to Miharu.

"Why are you asking?" Miharu then took a hint that it was actually something that hit the other boy hard.

"I used to know someone... He wasn't either gender. At least, I don't think so. He seemed feminine and was mistaken for a girl a lot. But to me, he was male. He would never change around me, even though he knew I had no problem with seeing the... his bare skin." Miharu made sure not to say the rotting flesh. That was something Tsukasa didn't need to know.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" Miharu nodded. "Sora isn't a specific gender."

Miharu stared at the boy in shock. Sora was like Yoite?