That last one took a couple hours. Tried to plan out the story with my friend. She gave me a few ideas. Also, I decided to tweak Shioreta's appearance. She now has blonde hair, again not natural, with a few white streaks. White hair with blonded highlight is just plain weird. Now on with the story!

Shioreta POV

Could they be my...

No, it couldn't be. They disappeared many years ago.

Though I didn't think it, I was still drawn into my mind, my brain automatically making connections between us.

"Shioreta, are you paying attention? I asked if the delinquents are being difficult," Kuroko said sternly drawing me out of my mind.

"Huh? Oh...n-no their fine," I lied.

"You're a really bad liar, Shioreta. Tell us the truth," Shiromi said.

"I..." I hesitated.

"I..got in a fight with them," I said, my head down.

"And why would this be? You do know that we are suppose to keep peace across the school! And you're here picking fights with delinquents!" Kuroko yelled, losing her normally former and calm demeanor.

"Kuroko, calm down! She's new AND she is watching the delinquents! Give her a chance," Shiromi said.

"Shiromi, you know that we won't tolerate this kind of behavior in the student council!" Kuroko shouted.

I felt tears sprang into my eyes, and I just mumbled quietly," If you didn't want me, you could have just told me. It wouldn't have hurt as much."

I stood up, turned, and ran out of the room at full speed.

"Shioreta!" was the last thing I heard before I was out of earshot.

Osoro POV

I was walking around the school when I heard quiet sobbing. I followed the sound and found Shioreta by the West Fountain.

"Shioreta?" I said. Man, that name is a mouthful.

"Leave me alone," she sniffled.

"What happened?" I asked gently, crouching next to her.

"I-It's none of your business," she said.

"Shioreta, tell me what's wrong," I said.

"Kuroko, the council's vice president, is angry at me because I picked a fight with the delinquents," she said. That girl really is dimwitted.

"It's alright Shioreta. Remember that I will always be by your side," I told her.

Over the next few weeks, I started spending less and less time at the incinerator, and started spending more time with Shioreta. I felt some sort of...connection with her.

Shioreta shutting herself away from everyone but me, Akane, and Shiromi. She started attending class through a laptop, a lot like Megami. Though she still does come to school, she usually keeps to herself by the West Fountain.

I also started spending my time there with her. My usual tough appearance was let down. Since Shiromi patrols outside, she also comes by to say hi.

We usually talked about ourselves. She didn't reveal a lot about herself, but she did tell me that she is looking for two people, but she won't tell me who they are.

They disappeared, though, and she was abused by her family ever since. She was treated like trash. (Oi! Making the connection yet?)

I don't know why, but I felt like more and more of those strange memories are coming back.

And I started making more and more connections.

I started thinking about Shioreta's photo again.

What was on it? Who was it? How is it that important?

And I finally found out the truth.

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SKIP THIS IF YOU WANT! IT'S SUPER CRINGY! I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK, K'?!

This day started like any other day. I went to school earlier than normal, however, and went to the West Fountain.

I saw Shioreta holding the photo, but apparently, she heard me.

She turned around, alarmed. When she saw it was me, she sighed in relief.

"What are you doing here this early?" she asked.

"I wanted to see what you are doing," I told her.

"I-I..." she seemed at a lost for words.

"Can you at least tell me what is on your photo?" I asked her.

"Umm..." she hesitated.

She sighed, and said," fine."

She handed me the photo, and I saw...

...three girls. I'd say the youngest one is 3, the middle one is 5, and the oldest one is 7. White haired, all of them has a different eye color. The oldest one is black, middle is brown, and youngest is silver. (I swear to god, if you guys haven't figured it out yet then you really need to read more carefully)

"W-Who are they?" I asked.

"..."

"T-They're my older sisters," she said.

"What's their name?" I asked, prying deeper and deeper into her life.

"Um...O-Osora and Sh-Shiromi," she said.

"...Alright..." I handed the photo back to her, still deep in thought.

"They disappeared, didn't they," I said, surprising her.

"...yes..." she said quietly.

I finally realized I've been prying through information that Shioreta had tried so hard to keep a secret.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Actually...I only told you because...I think that you're my other sister," she said.

"B-But...we look completely different," I stuttered

"One reason, you were bullied, you dyed your hair, you kinda sorta changed," she said.

I then started to realize that the memories were related to this. That was proof enough.

Suddenly, a wave of memories crashed into you, as if you were trying to reach it on a high shelf, but everything crashes down instead.

"Shioreta...disappearance...," I muttered.

"...Merodi?" I asked.

"So, you are Osora?" she said.

"I dunno, the memory's kinda hazy," I said. (This is like the most cringy thing ever! I am out of ideas.)

"I don't care, I found you! After 11 years!" she said.

Gosh I can't take this anymore, the cringe is too great...

Anyway, the next morning.

When I went to school that day, Shioreta wasn't at school yet. Huh, that's weird. She was always here before me. (btw, she is still referring to her as Shioreta because she didn't want to say her real name in school with so much people around.)

I waited for her for about 10 minutes, and then she finally came. Strange thing was that she was wearing a mask.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" I asked.

"You don't want to know," she said, but her voice sounds...tired? Stressed? I don't know the words for it though.

A few days later I'M LAZY ALRIGHT!

Everyday Shioreta just arrives at school later and later. Her voice always sound more ad more stressed, or tired. Like I said, I don't know the words.

One day, I couldn't keep it in anymore. Though I do act tough, I do care about people who are not my enemies.

"Shioreta, what's wrong? Tell me," I stated.

"N-Nothing," she said nervously.

I sighed. "You were always a bad liar, now tell me, what's wrong?"

"I...get..."

I'm sorry if it was cringy, alright! I'm a bad writer!