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"What is your 'unfinished business'?" The smooth voice clashed with the white noise of the city. A blue haired human stood in an alley with a purple-haired ghost hovering in front of him. He maintained his composure too well that any bystander would assume so, but the two brothers knew better than to speak off of appearances.
"Kind of disappointed, Ikuto." Yoru shook his head in dismay, crossing his arms.
"Of?" His older brother quizzically raised his eyebrows.
"I was expecting some outrage or breakdown." He sighed as his sign of sullenness. "You could at least act like it. You know you missed me."
"I did miss you." The taller figure nodded in agreement in a sudden. He didn't give his brother the entire speech of "dark days and darker nights", only the words that mattered. Letting his brother see his vulnerability was something he'd abstain from even after his grave, and that trait of his induced his younger brother with begrudging respect for him.
"What?" Stunned by his brother's blunt honest words, Yoru leaped back a foot. His brother always seemed to throw him off guard even in death.
"Amu missed you." He reverted to the topic to the person who mattered equally to both of them. To them, handing their hearts and souls to Amu was as easy as deciding to pass the salt shaker; they understood that about each other.
"I know. I've been trying to get you and her to—" Yoru was cut short with his older brother's speech.
"Yoru, don't. Don't allow me to take advantage of your death." His usually relaxed, broad shoulders cringed into a depressing stance that hunched his body to his core. It didn't seem as if he noticed, because if he had noticed he would correct his posture to appear calmer and put-together.
"And I won't. She practically had…" The transparent teen boy with a leather jacket swallowed his pride with a gulp, piquing the college boy's interest and respect. "She practically had her eyes engraved with your image and her ears tuned to your voice. She would've dumped my sorry butt, dead or alive; but death just prolongs it. She'll sooner or later remember that I did tell her in the flames. Geez, if a big heap of fire and rubble can't go through her dense mind, I wonder what will. I guess that's your problem to deal with. "
"Really?" The man's voice reached a high, pleasantly-shocked octave, which made this worse for Yoru.
"No, she was all over your motorcycle. Too bad you lost that." He rolled his eyes sarcastically.
"Do you think she'll still take me if I came back with its wheel?" Ikuto joked along with his brother.
"Just go and live happily ever after with Amu, so I can get on with death." Yoru groaned in an emphatic manner, dissipating to his million cells and leaving Ikuto alone in the alleyway.
"Leaving your older brother without an answer. Rude." The lanky, tall man said to himself, expecting no answer.
"Couldn't let your dead little brother get away with that. What kind of older brother does that?" The thin air pushed against Ikuto lightly, making him chuckle.
"A good older brother," He informed with a candid confidence.
"She'll kick you out atop your stupid motorcycle wheel. Happy?"
"Very." Ikuto wouldn't tell Yoru this, but he wanted to keep Yoru there longer. Men spoke through an extinct, long-forgotten language of unspoken words: actions.
Dead Boyfriend's Brother
A lone pink blob sat at a cafeteria table in the corner of the room. Though it had been months, there would be the occasional sympathetic glance directed her way. She had dismissed the looks of affection and lust as the same sympathetic gazes as well. She was tired of school. Her mother cared for her, and that's why she did this.
A small blonde and a brunette bobbed their way past the crowds into Amu's secluded part of the cafeteria. Reaching her, they took their seats across from her without any warning.
"Yaya's name is Yuiki Yaya, but call me Yaya-chan. Nice to meet you, Amu-chi." Though the girl's physique was petite, she held a booming voice in her lungs. Her two ponytails swayed with the same enthusiasm as the rest of her body.
"I'm the transfer student, Mashiro Rima," She introduced herself with a bow of her small head, before taking a bite of her salad. This tiny figure with flowing blond locks seemed to have a reserved spirit.
"Amu… Why are you here?" Amu didn't bother hide the awkward feelings she held towards the girls. The best way to figuring the answers was asking.
"If you want us to leave, just say so. If you don't say it now, there is no possible way of getting rid of us." The girl with pleasing seas of hazel looked up into the other girl's golden setting suns.
"If I wanted you to leave, I would have walked away at the sight of you." The pink haired girl retained her cool air. She was learning to bear through life without her boyfriend. Maybe these friends would help her get through life better, but she didn't know whether she appreciated that or not.
Dead Boyfriend's Brother
The high school student with long legs and arms left her newly-found friend to their school activities. The blunt blonde, unafraid of using her looks to her advantage, had signed up for the newspaper club under the comics section. The optimistic brunette had retreated to her ballet class on the opposite side of town.
Amu found herself alone, but that wasn't something she found different than her usual routine. She had finally gone out through the front entrance of her school, and that in itself was improvement. The only regret she had about this improvement was the woman waiting for her at the gate.
"Amu." The world's greatest doll-makers would be envious of the innate gracious docility the blonde held. The inferior, younger girl beheld her as a role model, in the darkest pits of her mind. Amu wanted to become docile and obedient to match Ikuto, but once Ikuto and she are ever in the same room, Amu's mind panics and refuses to function correctly.
"I thought you'd be off gallivanting with Ikuto by now." She bit back the bitterness, but Lulu could hear it.
"Why do you say that?" Lulu asked, already knowing the answer. The girl with frail wrists may have seemed doe-like, but behind her eyes, her cunning mind was turning its squeaky coils.
"It's normal for every man to run to his… lover for comfort. How is Ikuto's recovery going?" She spoke with nervous jitters. Her hand placed her hair behind her ear.
"Well, that's what I came here about." Her silky words caught Amu's attention, just like the smart spider. "With you next to him, you remind him of the childhood times the three of you had. If you're not careful, he'll use you as a substitute for Yoru. Don't mistake his romantic advances as anything more than a confused boy's actions. He just wants to find a tighter bond between you two, something platonic." With Amu caught in Lulu's web, she felt as if her consciousness was being eaten away by poison.
"You know about the kiss?" The shorter girl's surprise delighted yet annoyed Lulu.
"You're shocked? Why, I am his lover, aren't I? He fills me in on every mistake he makes, especially that night." Lulu spoke of Amu's happiest moment, as if it was just a slip of hand. She could hear the pity in the older woman's voice.
"That night? The night he told me he loved me?" The pain at the notion, tinged into Amu's words, spread a guilty cold air into Lulu's lungs. Lulu could only bring herself to nod in agreement.
When Yoru, her best friend, died, she felt hollowed. Hollow was the best word to describe the aftermath of his death, and any death she had seen. Yoru's death was more intensely hollow than any other death.
When hearing that every "moment" she thought they felt weren't real, she felt broken. The feeling of being broken feels like the feeling of hollow, at first; but broken was filled with fragments of a world worlds away from reality. Amu didn't know which was worse.
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