A/n: Oh my, the last chapter… Maybe I could go for an epilogue?

Warning/s: OOCness, majoring on Kurogane's side.

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Chapitre Quatre

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Kurogane walked tentatively towards the building. It was raining, just a light shower, but he knew it wasn't enough to get him sick. It was silent, there weren't any twitter of the birds, and the branches shook from the strong breeze. He could feel his clothes slightly sticking to his skin, and the cold rainwater that slid down his arm in sync with the beating of his heart.

He felt the fat drops of water fall unto his head. They dripped, sliding down slowly on his face, over his forehead, across his eyelids, to the sides of his nose and the corners of his lips. He reached up a hand to wipe away some of the falling water from his face.

He was sweating and wet. He didn't know why he was sweating. He should be sweating if he were feeling warm and hot, but he was cold, and he was freezing. He could feel the cold bite into the flesh of his arms. How the cold wind passed him by. He was experiencing gooseflesh and it felt odd. That never happened before.

He took in a heavy breath, careful not to let any of the rainwater get into his mouth.

Each step he took was tentative, as if he were nervous for some reason. There were the small splashes of water with each step he took, where his foot would land in a shallow puddle. He came upon the door to his haven, his sanctuary, his temptation. He didn't want to go there these past few weeks, days, months. But he had to, it called to him.

Once he entered the building, it was quiet, it was scary, and for the first time in his life here in this school, he wasn't sure if he should've gone here today. There seemed to be something wrong, he knew something wasn't right. But that was just a small part of his decision.

He knew, deep down, that he had to be here this day, and he wasn't sure of why. He knew he had to be here more than ever, if he wanted to know the truth.

It had been five months and a half. It had been twenty-two weeks. It had been approximately one hundred and fifty four days. It had been three thousand, three hundred and sixty hours. It had been that long since he had last seen Fai. Not that he was counting.

He gulped, and he didn't know why there was a sudden lump in his throat. These few months, weeks, days, hours, there were a lot of things he didn't know. There were a lot of things that he didn't know the answer of, or maybe, was he scared to know the answer?

He hadn't stopped going here to this place, this haven, this solitude of his. But he didn't like going there alone, not anymore at least. He persevered, though; he kept going, because he didn't think of his feelings, of this certain dread that kept nagging at him. It was his place, why would he feel uncomfortable? Why wouldn't he feel content there? Just because he knew he was missing something? Of course not, that would never be the case.

It wasn't an effective denial.

There was a certain pang in his chest, so painful and almost unbearable.

The once so comforting creaks of the floorboards weren't comforting as they once were. Those creaks had once held a beautiful tune, that before, in this building, there were people that would roam around, that it was full of life. Now, the creaks only stood as sad memorials for those lives, signifying how lifeless this place was, how it was so lonely and miserable it was now.

He walked hurriedly to that special room on the second to the top floor. He didn't want to think of the loneliness and misery that was swelling up inside him. He was determined, why would he think like that anyway? He tried to make his mind blank, he tried not to think of the thoughts that would titter in his mind. He concentrated on the rain outside as it made pitter patter noises on the rooftops and the slight stir of the leaves and the soft scratches against the glass windows.

He stood in front of the room where he so frequently spent his time where he could be… just be. Where he didn't have to worry about the troubles and the tribulations of the outside world, where he was determined to will away his thoughts that caused a painful flop and twist in his stomach.

Kurogane held the doorknob within his hand. He suddenly noticed how cold the brass knob was. Or how the door stood, so foreboding, a barricade of some sorts. He opened the door with an uneasy feeling in the depths of his heart; a certain creak from the door came as well with every inch the door swings forward.

He was looking down first, somehow unable to face the contents of the room. He closed the door behind him with a quiet bang. He turned around, and it was almost as if everything just slowed down. There, like the first time he had met Fai, he was standing by the window, his back to Kurogane.

It had been five months and a half, twenty two weeks, three thousand and- he didn't want to count anymore. His head hurt. Kurogane stepped a foot forward, the creak on the floor board jolted the blond from whatever it was that had captivated his gaze outside the room. Fai turned, and a smile was on his lips.

Kurogane's breath caught in his throat.

That wasn't Fai.

The face was identical. But Kurogane knew right away. He wasn't Fai. The certain tilt of his lips, the twitch of his smile, and the shade of blue in his eyes. There were these certain attributes that Kurogane wanted to think he didn't notice, but noticed anyway. And especially that smile, it was honest. Brutally honest, compared to Fai's. Fai's held that certain urge to hold back, Kurogane knew that much. But the smile on the face of 'Fai' that stood before him held within it an indefinite amount of sadness. Emotions weren't shielded from the world, and somehow that made Kurogane feel worse.

Kurogane would always want people to be honest with their feelings, but not like this. A thought drifted into his mind, as painful as it was, he missed Fai's smile. It was all the more special, bringing his true smile out that only came on rare occasions.

'Fai' seemed to breathe in heavily through his nose, as if he had to do something but he didn't want to. "You're... Kurogane?" He looked around the room, making sure if this was the room that Fai had been telling him about, the room he talked about with such a happr and joyous expression on his face.

Kurogane's eye twitched tiredly, he wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep and just stop thinking and feeling for once and just listen to his breathing and his heart beating and the rustle of wind pushing its ways through the crowd.

He stepped more into the room, putting his bag down in the same place it always was whenever he wasn't alone. "Yeah..." He replied quietly to the blond.

'Fai''s smile turned sadder, almost strained, a hint of a frown worming its ways onto his white face. "I'm," he gulped, and licked his dry lips, "I'm Fai's twin brother, Yuui." The knuckles on his right hand turned a pasty white colour as he clutched the bag hanging on his right shoulder tighter.

Yuui dipped his left hand into his bag; he pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. He moved closer to Kurogane, slow steps, quiet, almost afraid to cause some kind of disturbance. He gulped a second time, his lips formed into a straight line, his sad smile a mere whisper. "I found this in between one of his notebooks. I think, you should read it."

Kurogane reached his hand out, and tentatively took the paper from within Yuui's hand. The words scribbled on the paper with Fai's messy and cursive hand writing looked alien to his eyes. He walked over to the window, and pressed his forehead against the cold glass, Yuui followed his movement quietly with his eyes, waiting for whatever it was to sink in.

Kurogane swears he can almost feel his head pulsate with the headache he was experiencing. He crumpled the paper into a ball, and laid it on the window sill as he stared outside, the greying skies and the heavy rain, but he wasn't even looking at anything at all. He didn't even try to pick up the ball of paper as it rolled helplessly onto the floor.

Yuui slowly approached him, "My brother... he's always been prone to accidents..." He said so suddenly, and he trailed off because he was sure Kurogane might have heard, right?

Kurogane pressed the heels of the palms of his hands on his closed eyes. He pressed them as hard as he could, feeling the his eyeballs hurt and seeing the splatter of orange and red and yellow colours behind his eyelids. He heard, he knew, but he didn't want to believe what the teacher had told him that morning.

He laughed, there were tears in his eyes. The painful feelings of not having said anything and having done nothing overflowing and escaped as hollow and lifeless and painful chuckles and salty tears.

Yuui laid a comforting hand on Kurogane's shoulder; he had five and a half months to deal with his grief. He knows, if anyone at all, better than anyone else what Kurogane was feeling. He saw the abnormally pale face of his brother, how he looked so peaceful. And he remembered, too, how he wanted to wipe that look of off Fai's face when he couldn't hold back his tears.

A cold wind blew into the room, from who knows where, the crumpled paper on the floor rolled to rest at Kurogane's foot.

'Dear Kuro-pipi,

I like you.

Fai'

It blew pass Kurogane, a cold chilling kiss on his dry lips smeared with salty tears.

Finite.

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A promise is all I want. A promise that you will never forget me.

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A/n: Oh! Finished! Yes! Finally! The quote at the last part, I give credit to 50 lovequotes in livejournal. I got that from there. I'm sorry, if you don't like the ending. I liked it. *goofy smile*

I want to thank you all, and my inspiration to this piece was a white flower that I saw on the pavement while walking around school. Thank you flower, wherever you may be.

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