Disclaimer: I do not own Corpse Party. Just the flan that inspired me to write this. SHOUT OUT TO FLAN!

"I want another sandwich," Yoshiki whined, but to no avail. It has been a very, very long hour of whining, and he hated whining. But because of the selfishness in the family, he couldn't just say he will give it to someone in need. Or to basically give anything.

Yoshiki, also believed it. He was only helping Ayumi, because after all, he only felt guilty for making her upset. Yet, he would usually just call his parents and let them deal with whatever it was. After this, he guessed it would be done and he would soon forget about her. Just like she would forget about him.

And that last night never did happen.

But, there was something, a feeling, and it made him feel wrong for thinking that way. It made his heart skip, but not in a good way.

"Why? Why would you like another sandwhich?," Ayako scratched her head, not being able to comprehend. Yoshiki was fustrating her, one more word, and she wouldn't know if she would lose it.

"For-,"

"FINE! YOSHIKI, ALWAYS LIKE YOUR FATHER HAVE TO JUST HAVE IT YOUR WAY! ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS DO NOT WASTE YOUR FOOD ON PEOPLE THAT ARE ON THE STREETS!,"

Yoshiki flinched, looking up at his mother. Ayako held his hand and looked deeply into his eyes.

"Charity is basically an excuse just to give a useless person that did nothing, a person that did not earn it, a person who is a worthless piece of trash to get something that they don't deserve. Yoshiki, honey, please don't get involved,".

Ayako stood up, simply left the blond alone in the kitchen. Yoshiki shrugged, he already knew that.

His father, mother, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents all said the same thing. And he felt like if he kept on thinking about it more, he would end up in some sort of mental hospital, arguing with himself for days.

He left his dark blue backpack on the nice glass table under the crystal chandelier. He grabbed one of the dark-leathered high chairs and stood up on it, trying grab the granola bars that stood on the counter. He sighed at how high it was, and concentrated on not to drop any of the fancy glass cups. He outstreched his arm as his fingertips-

"Huehuehue! Onii-chan! Azusa called and she is coming over today,"

Yoshiki blushed at the thought of Azusa, his best friend ever since they were 6. But, he soon remebered Ayumi, and his promise to her.

"I can't Miki. I have something to do after school,"

"Hehehe..uhm...you see I said yes for you,"

"Ugh! Miki!,"

"But that's only because I want my onii-chan to be happy and the only way you can be happy is by creating babies with her!,"

Yoshiki lost his balance at the mention of creating babies with Azusa. He flailed his arms aimlessly, and accidentally hit the fruit loops (NOT MINE) with the granola bars and fell on his butt. The fruit loops rained on Miki, as the box fell on her head, covering her dark black hair.

As for Yoshiki, the granola bars hit his head, as the box also covered his whole face. He soon heard munching, whom he supposed it was Miki.

"You know, I think I'd rather have fruit loops in my hair. Milk is getting kind of old after drinking it every day. And plus, my hair will smell sweet for the whole day,"

Miki was always optimistic, even when it was unnecessary.

(Time Skip-After School)

Ayumi stood up as soon as she saw the crowd of laughing kids walking out. Friends started to meet, boys high-fived, girls hugged each other. She stood from afar, searching for the blond-haired boy in the crowd.

She had spotted Yoshiki, but he seemed to be talking with a brown-haired boy.

She sighed, and looked down on the floor. She would understand if he was embarrased of her. After all, she was very tiny. A little too skinny, but it as hidden by the orange sweatshirt. Plus, she had ripped jeans that were quite faded. Her hair was quite tangled, and the bags under her eyes made her look horrible. She was pale, even though her natural skin tone was quite pale, she was paler than that.

Yoshiki punched Satoshi's arm as he gave Satoshi the money.

"Now, can you please give me your crackers,"

"Ugh, fine. Why are you so insisting, today,"

"I'm hungry, that's all,"

Satoshi handed him the bag of cheese crackers.

Yoshiki soon spotted the bluenette, sitting on a bench across the street.

She stood from afar and stared into his eyes, making contact. She smiled brightly up at him, and he couldn't help but smile back. For some reason, it was contagious.

"Neko-chan!,"

However, cars destroyed their contact. Yoshiki ran to the corner, and ran across the street in a hurry. Cars honked, annoyed at the spontaneous blond boy that couldn't wait at the corner.

He ran towards her, and now he stood in front of her. He then gave her a paper brown bag.

"I hope you aren't allergic to anything,"

She looked up at him, feeling tears wanting to form, but she quickly dismissed the feeling, causing the tears to dissappear back into her eyes.

"I-thank you,"

Yoshiki scratched the back of hs neck. He knew he couldn't stay for long to talk since his dad was coming to pick him up soon.

But, he was just so curious. They were both from very different environments. And he wanted to know more. But there was only one way he was going to be able to find out.

"You want some more food, tomorrow?,"

"I wouldn't like to be such a burden. I'm just grateful for this one time, you don't have to,"

Yoshiki knew it went against his morals, and he wasn't exactly generous. But he craved to know many other lives and expiriences, not only his own. Plus, now he can gain information from Ayumi, and he guessed he wasn't exactly ready to get rid of her.

"It's not a burden. I have infinite amounts of food back home. I insist,"

Yoshiki looked down at the bluenette, and noticed a tear slip from her face.

"I-I'm sorry if I made you ups-set," he hesitated.

"I'm not upset, I'm just-just,"

She flew into his chest and wrapped her skinny arms around his neck. He was surprised at the sudden contact, and hesitated on how to use his arms.

He was never used to such affection. Especially from someone he barely met.

He hesitantly placed his arms around her back, and that's when he noticed how unhealthily skinny she was.

He did not hug enough people often, but it was obvious that she was starving. He felt nervous, not only by the sudden contact, but he felt like if he hugged her a little tighter, she might break.

That's when he noticed how miserable she might be.

Ayumi sobbed into his chest, whispering millions of thank you's. Many people promised her, but no one was actually willing to keep a promise. She was completely overwhelmed, and soon she felt guilty for randomly hugging this young boy she barely knew.

Yet, she couldn't understand why he would hug her back.

"Yoshiki-kun!,"

Yoshiki suddenly pulled away, and soon saw Azusa waving at him from a distance.

Ayumi glanced at him, and quickly wiped her tears. She soon followed his glance, to be met with a girl with straight blonde hair and blue eyes. Bangs covering the right side of her face, and Ayumi couldn't help but admit that she definetly looked at what was described as "hot".

Ayumi looked down at the concrete, ashamed of herself.

Yoshiki, in the other hand, blushed at the use of his first name. He somehow still wasn't quite used to it.

"A-Azusa-chan!,"

The girl ran towards Yoshiki and stood in front of him.

"Your dad is waiting for us a block away from here. He said there was no parking lot available that was closer to the school. Come on Yoshiki-kun,"

Azusa practically dragged Yoshiki away from Ayumi, completely clueless about Ayumi's presence and what had happened minutes ago.

Soon, Yoshiki and Azusa were gone, as Ayumi stood once again, alone.

She sat down on the bench, trying so hard not to think about the two blonds, and ate her food in silence.

A/N: Creating babies :)