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Stupid cold… I want to sleep more. Fortunately for you guys, I hauled myself out of bed to post this. After that? Bed again. :)

Over 50 favs. Seriously people, that blows my mind. Currently this is the "best", per say, of all my stories. Thank you all for your support!

In other news, I watched Rise of the Guardians recently and started to read Naruto. Because of that, updates might be delayed a bit. Sorry about that- I'm not abandoning this story or anything- but I thought a warning might be appreciated.

Hope you enjoy!

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Loke felt like praising the Spirit King as he walked past the Fairy Tail building.

He hadn't received any flashbacks for the last ten hours- somewhat of a recent record for him.

After he had fallen asleep on his bed, Lucy had apparently been able to close his gate and fling him back into the spirit world. Spending less than a minute in the mystical realm had been more than enough to rejuvenate Loke and give him enough strength to return to the mortal realm on his own terms. The brief stay in the spirit world had also warded off the flashbacks as well.

Who knew? Loke sure didn't. If he had known in the past, he would have just fled to the spirit realm whenever he felt a memory coming on.

Shoot. That sounded like what Mage might have once said. Something like-

"Do you know what memory sickness is Loke?" Harry suddenly said as he continued to sit at the dining room table, a ten year old Loke sitting on an opposing chair. The whole room was surrounded with glass panes, opening it up to the forest outside. Loke's eyes had been trailing a bird hopping from branch to branch out of boredom until Harry spoke.

Loke's master- he had yet to get used to the term "Older Brother" being used towards Harry, even after three year- had been sitting in the same position for an hour now. His long pale fingers were tightly wrapped around his skull, lightly massaging his skin and moving the same black locks up and down. Grease and oils had collected on some stray strands, making Harry's hair lightly glisten in the morning light.

Loke was beginning to be quite worried about Harry's state of mind. Really starting to worry.

"Noooooooo?" Loke cautiously answered.

"Bad things cause it," Harry said, his head pointing towards the westward wall, his eyes unfocused. "You remember something bad and then it tries to kill you."

Loke blinked at Harry. It was now confirmed; Harry was a loopy as Loke's supposed aunt, Luna.

Loke and Luna hadn't met, but Harry had only said the best about her. Well, close to the best. Loke's older brother often remarked that although Luna was a brilliant person, she did talk about Nargles too much to be considered completely sane.

But then again, sanity was overrated in the spirit world.

Quite overrated.

"How?" Loke carefully asked .

"You lose your thoughts. You lose yourself to your memories." Harry confidently said. "Then they kill you."

Loke nearly fell of his chair. Was Harry secretly depressed or suicidal? This wasn't normal behavior for anyone.

Never mind, Harry was worse than Aunty Luna.

"Okay." Loke responded, trying to keep all disrespect out of his voice. He shouldn't even think about thinking against Harry in any sort of fashion; after all, Harry was his older brother.

"You don't understand." Harry bluntly said.

"No." Loke honestly replied. He shifted on his chair, his chin balanced on one hand. The other was combing through the golden mess upon his head, which Harry affectionately referred to as a mane. Because the spirit was a child- more of a teen now, but still-, he often took the term as an insult and responded to Harry with a scalding retort of "yours is worse".

Loke was a kid- not stupid.

Harry jumped up, as if he had been severely startled by something. "What was I talking about?" he asked Loke. "What?"

"Memory sickness." Loke said dully. "Death. All the cheery stuff."

"Shoot." Harry said. "That's not good."

The two sat there in silence for a while. Birds chirped in the background, providing something other than the awkward pause to focus on. Loke blanked out after twenty minutes of listening to robins- why were there robins in England at this time of year?- and barely caught his face before it gave the polished oak table some love.

"You okay?" Harry instantly said, shocked by Loke's sudden movement.

"Yeah." Loke panted in light shock. "Got it."

Loke was holding himself off the table with both arms, which were forming right angles at their respective sides. He could feel Harry's eyes on his back.

His brother's stare wasn't uncomfortable; it was actually somewhat ticklish. Loke didn't know how that worked- a stare giving someone any sort of sensation? Yeah, right, but it somehow happened.

Loke was experiencing a lot of somehows lately.

Loke separated his arms from the table and was sorely tempted to let out a sigh of relief as blood rushed back into his arms. He hadn't even noticed the lack of warmth in his arms until then- maybe it was some sort of spirit thing? He had experienced it in the past- and was almost persuaded by his brain to repeat the motion.

But that would lead to more awkward junk in the dining room.

Harry pulled his sight from Loke and put it towards a random spot above the spirit's head. "We should just forget about this." Harry stated. "It's weird."

Loke eagerly nodded. "Let's." he said.

Harry smiled and began to laugh. "Want to go back to sleep then? It isn't like we have anything that we need to do today."

Loke almost suggested that they trained, but the mere idea of sleeping in that comfortable bed Harry had happily designated as Loke's stopped him. Every time Loke curled up in with his lion toy- that was one of the only 'non-manly' aspects of his life he would confess to- it was utter peace. The quality of the time Loke spent in his bed only improved when Harry meandered from the broom-themed bed on the other side of the room to Loke's.

The spirit almost drooled as he imagined that happening today.

Loke didn't even bother to reply to Harry as he pushed his chair out and sprinted towards the wizard. Utilizing the weak muscles in his arms, Loke tugged Harry out of the ornate throne that Harry called a stool and sent the two of them tumbling backwards.

"Sorry?" Loke quietly said as Harry gave him a mock glare.

"You do know what that earns you?" Harry said menacingly. Loke just froze and tried to scramble away, only to be tackled by Harry.

"Hey, stop!" Loke giggled as Harry tickled the front side of Loke's neck. "Come on!"

"NO MERCY FOR THE WEAK!" Harry roared and moved on to Loke's inner knee.

"Stop!"

"Never!"

Laughter and cheer radiated from the kitchen as the clock lightly ticked in the background. It was all perfect, Loke later thought.

Always perfect with his brother, Harr-

Loke threw himself to the side of the main road as a car beeped at him, snapping him out of his robotic trance. He crashed into a stack of barrels and broke them, spilling beer over the ground. Someone yelled at him as he groaned and rolled over to face the sky.

Lucy's worried face materialized above Loke as he mentally filtered out the multiple profanities being thrown at him by bystanders. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." Loke said.

A car had almost crashed into him. He was constantly zoning out. He was probably insane.

Loke really wasn't fine.

Not fine at all.

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Plot progression! Sorta! :)

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