Rain and funerals always come hand in hand.
Today it seems the clouds couldn't spare rain for two graves.
A 17 year old you and your 12 year old brother are dressed in black surrounded by a depressing atmosphere, depressing crowd, a mocking sun over head and the signs of autumn.
Family members that would never come visit neither of you; people who tried to sabotage your father in past and the basic hypocrites were mixed in the crowd. They are crying and sniffling.
'They should stop crying. I know the difference between real tears and fake ones.' You think hatefully.
"I hate crowds." Your brother mutters more to himself rather than to you.
You glance at him for a second and skim the crowd of actors.
You don't notice a few people whispering to one another.
"What a pity now they are all alone."
"Why aren't they crying for the death of their parents?"
"That younger one is a delinquent I hear and his sister with that rough face is probably a yankee. They probably caused their parents death for the life insurance."
"Don't be an idiot. How can two children cause an armed robbery gone wrong?"
"…"
You look at the pictures around the house.
How funny that you've walked through this hall and haven't bothered to even glance at the pictures. But now…you remember all of those frozen moments. Mom cleaning her crying daughter after her brother barfed on her. When it was dad's birthday and your mom gave him you and Kyoya in a box. How he laughed and said he wanted a refund.
You finished crying your tears of the shock and missing their odd quirks everyday already, but you will never shed a tear for feeling guilty and wishing that you could have apologized for a wrong you committed. No, there were no wrongs or regrets. They were happy parents proud of both you and your brother.
The least you could do is be the stronger one. You head down the hall and notice the door to your brother's room open. You look inside and see your brother's back turned to you. You notice some movement and your eyes soften.
You walk in the room and lay quietly next to your brother hooking your arm around his waist and placing his head under your chin. Before he could speak, you beat him to it.
"There is a difference between comfort and pity. Comfort is what your family gives you and pity is what an outsider would give you."
He stays silent. With that your pull him closer to your body and stay in that position until you hear his even breaths. You keep your eyes viewing the window and notice a stray red leaf lying on the other side of it. As fast as you notice it, the wind takes it away from your sight.
'Oka-san why are the leaves changing color?"
'Oh, because it's autumn my dear.'
'Autumn? Is it good? The trees look like their dying because of it.'
'Haha, silly (Your Name) their just going through change.'
'Well it looks like bad change.'
'(Your Name) change in life can be good or bad. It all depends on how you see it and act upon it.'
'Oh…if I think it's good…then the trees will be alive?'
"Something like that.'
You smile at the memory and slowly close your wearily eyes.
'So if I think Kyoya and I will do fine now. Then it will come true.'