Published: 11/22/2015; Sunday; 12:45am; Unedited

DOUBLE UPDATE, GO BACK TO CHAPTER 4 IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT YET

Chapter 5

Those we're vision things that I keep getting are more and more explicit each time I get one, and I'm starting to hear their voices, but only some and barely audible. But the reason I'm writing this down is because I saw something that has me worried. All I can say is that Fran will be leaving home soon, and I'm going to get some old visitors.

Sincerely, Lacie.

Date, September 2, 2001

I sighed, putting my pen down, closing the journal (I refused to call it a diary) and hiding it in my drawer under my clothes and closed it up. During Fran's week in the hospital, I had gotten three visions, and as I had wrote down, they were getting more accurate, more detailed, voices were becoming audible, but only barely, and I saw someone who I didn't recognize. But that's for a different time, I dusted my stupid dress and headed downstairs and to the kitchen, a sweet smell getting stronger as I got closer.

It was Sunday, meaning pudding day in Fran's dictionary, this desert normally called flan by Hispanics I believe; I frowned when I thought about Fran.

Nearly all of his memories were gone, the only ones remaining were pretty much just his name, grandmother, and me, nothing else. His previous distancing vanished, along with whatever memories he lost, and rather than feeling sad and upset (like I should), I was happy and relieved. I was a horrible person, I know, but he clung to me again, but for some reason, the emotionless, blank face and monotone speech stayed—but what stood out the most was how much more sarcastic he was. Ot was strange, but I loved it so much, and found myself slowly adapting to it and would throw back sarcastic comments when he decided to be a little brat, but of course, there was always something, like in my vision, that would happen to us.

As we sat there eating our flan, and possibly playing footsie under the table, grandmother was out at work, there was a knock on the door. We stopped, and I set my spoon down and sliding out of the tall chair and walked to the front door, opening it. I looked up with wide eyes.

I stared up at heterochromatic eyes and indigo hair oddly styled like a pineapple, and others behind him.

'Rokudo Mukuro,' my mind supplied, 'Ken, Chikusa, M.M., the bloody twins, and Bird.'

I had come to terms with the fact on where I was a while ago, and realized who Fran was after he lost his memories, but was still having trouble accepting and believing it.

Now I know it's for real.

Mukuro seemed to be having a glaring contest with—

Oh my…it was the Varia! Squalo is so much cooler in person! His hair is so beautiful and luscious, I wish my hair was that pretty… Focus, Lacie, you're a smart person that does not fangirl over a simple Shark Commander of an elite assassination group from strongest mafia in the world.

Ahem.

But more importantly, they were here for…

"I see you have finally arrived," I spoke up, bringing all their attention to me, their eyes widening. "You've come for Fran, yes?" I didn't wait for their answer, turning from them and walking to the kitchen, leaving the door open for them if they wanted to come in.

"Lacie, who was at the door?" Fran asked, eating the last of my flan, making my eye twitch but said nothing about it. "Lacie?"

"Fran," I started, there's some people here wanting to take you on an adventure, do you want to go?"

His eyes lit up a but, despite his expression, "An adventure to where? Where will we go?" My heart clenched, I knew when he said 'we' he meant both of us, but only I knew that I wasn't going.

"It depends on who you choose to go with…"

"Hey you," I looked over to Mukuro at the door, him and Squalo were inside and pretty close to us, while their groups glared at each other outside. "How did you know we were coming?"

I scowled, I still need to learn Japanese.

"I'm sorry but I don't speak Japanese, please learn French if you plan on taking my brother anywhere."

"How did you know we were coming?" I looked at Squalo, who had his eyes narrowed suspiciously at me. Of course he would know French, he was in the Varia, they need to know at least four or more of the languages to join, right?

"…I've been having visions for a while, I saw you guys come for him, but it's for him to decide where he wants to go."

"And who might you be?" Mukuro asked, suddenly able to speak French. I frowned at him.

"If you knew how to speak the language, you should have just said so," I said, annoyed, he simply smirked at me. "I'm Lacie, Fran's biological twin sister."

The expressions of their faces couldn't have been more priceless.

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I sat on the porch, a French-Japanese and many Japanese learning books around me, but none opened yet. I was still a bit numb on what had happened between Fran and I, and it hurt so much, more than him distancing himself ever did. Because now he was completely gone and he hated me. I know it was my fault, and I definitely didn't miss the looks on Mukuro and Squalo's faces, they knew I had done what I did on purpose for him to go, but I had no idea that it would turn out this way…

Tears fell from my eyes for the second time in my life, my journal on my lap, as I wrote another entry on what had happened, I didn't even try to stop the tears from hitting the page or even stopping them. I had told grandmother that Fran left to find his purpose in life, and like almost every other gullible parent (aka—Sawada Nana), she had smiled and said "good for him! He's already growing up so fast!"

He was really gone.

He believe me and left me behind.

Alone…

Alone.

Alone.

I curled up on myself, hugging my knees to my chest and burying my face into my arms, letting out a scream as I cried. Because even though he caused me so much pain and suffering, even though he left me, even though he hates me…

I still love him with all of my heart.