The Orphan Flower

Daisuke!

Another character!

I love you!

Suki desu!

Um……

Keep the team strong

Eh?

Izumi sighed, trying hard to calm herself down, hoping all of this was an illusion. "I…don't believe this…" she kept thinking and blinked a couple times. Her head shook

again as the book fell out of her hands and ran out of the room.

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"Mimi, we need to talk." the familiar deep voice echoed in the classroom. She glanced up to see a certain blond leaning against the doorway. "A-Ah… Matt! W-what a surprise to s-see you here! How l-long have you been w-waiting for me?" and due to her nervousness, she couldn't help stuttering.

He silently walked towards her as she asked him questions and gently covered her mouth to stop her from continuing. Leaning close to her face, he muttered. "So how has your play been doing?"

"P-Play? What play?"

He settled his hand down. Well no surprise, it's not like she could admit it that easily. "Your plan with Rika and Izumi. Has it been fun so far? Messing Rika up with her memories, and leaving Izumi without the spotlight?"

Her face began to flush in embarrassment. "H-How do you know that?!"

"I can't really tell you anything more." he simply replied and unexpectedly, received a slap across the face. The reaction on his face was surprised, but his eyes softened as he stared down at the floor. "I'm sorry."

Mimi quickly retreated her hand as she tried to think what just happened. "D-Did I just hit him?" she asked herself and regretted it immediately. Looking at his face, his soft expression, reminded her of someone.

Flashback

Years back, in elementary school. After the death of Rika's guardians…

"Rika! Izumi!" the younger Mimi grinned while running up to them. The two waved back in return as they waited for her to catch up. "I … heard about what happened, I'm sorry to hear that Rika."

Rika silently nodded, avoiding her gaze. "Thanks."

"Uh…so how are you feeling? Is the house all lonely? or-" the pink haired girl asked aloud, but was quickly cut off by Izumi.

"Sorry, I don't think Rika really wants to talk about that right now." the blond quietly murmured looking at the brunette, and they walked ahead leaving her behind.

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The brunette girl sighed as she opened the classroom door to reveal one of her friends, waiting for her sitting at a nearby desk. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Mimi looked at Rika. "For a while actually. You never talk to me anymore, you're always hanging out with Izumi, and you never talk to me about anything."

She heard her friend shuffle towards her. She avoided her gaze. "I just don't feel like talking to you sometimes, that's all."

The perky girl suddenly stood up from her seat to argue. "Sometimes?! You haven't acknowledged my presence for almost half of the school year!"

"Maybe…" as the brunette paused, her voice seemed nervous to say this. "We should be friends anymore if we can't deal with each other's problems."

"W-What?" she asked, speechless for words. "I don't believe this. You were supposed to be my friend, what's wrong with you?!"

"I can't really tell you anything more."

All you could hear going on in the classroom was silence and a hard slap. A sorry was heard before someone left the room.

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End of Flashback

"Rika…" Matt heard her mumble out of nowhere, but didn't glance at her direction. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry Matt!" and before he could reply back, she hugged him hiding her face against his school shirt. "I'm sorry."

He brought his hand up to pat Mimi's head, slightly embracing her in return. "Your past about those two are painful, and I know it. Just promise me not to hurt my sister Izumi anymore."

She let go of him and gazed up at him. "W-What?! You have a sister?"

His vision averted to the window. "Yeah, but Izumi doesn't know that we're related."

"W-What about T.-"

A slight smile formed onto his face. "Don't worry, T.K. knows." and his eyes darkened, a blank yet serious look. "Unfortunately, she doesn't."

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"Hey Izumi! Sorry I came so late! I'm home." Takuya announced aloud as he ran into the house hoping she wouldn't be mad at him. He nervously looked around while taking off his shoes. "Izumi?"

He checked the downstairs floor. No sign of her. Then upstairs. "Still no sign…" he muttered. "Maybe she went with mom or her friends while I was gone." but stopped when something on the floor was laying there. "That… shouldn't be there…"

Touching the photo album, he silently noticed the photo that fell out. "She didn't…" he muttered.

"Takuya, I'm -" the blond was about to announce before noticing Takuya with the album. She stared at him not knowing what to say.

He quickly closed the book, setting it aside. Walking towards her, he pulled her in his room and shut the door. With him leaning against the door, he didn't bother looking at her. "I know you saw the photos."

"I... I ... I'm sorry." that was the first time in years that Izumi bothered to say that line. "I" her knees began to give away as she collasped onto the floor, tears beginning to stream down her face. "Takuya! Why can't I remember you from the past? How did we know each other?!"

"Calm down Izumi, just breathe." Takuya reassured her, as he sat down beside her, taking her shaking hands into his warm ones. "I just never wanted to tell you the actual truth."

"W-What truth?"

He couldn't help but look away, this was something he couldn't get himself out of. "Your parents and my parents were close friends, and that was why we knew each other as kids." as he took the photo out showing the smiles on their faces from the past. "You used to be so happy. Since that day when my parents and your mom died on the plane accident to Italy, you wouldn't speak at all."

"Wait." Izumi interrupted his story as she held her hand up. "You said my mom. What happened to my dad?"

"Well... your dad is still alive today." the goggle head muttered out. "He just didn't know that he had a third child. Especially if it was a daughter."

Her eyes widened. "I have brothers?!"