A/N- Heeyy~! This little one-shot is a commission for a good friend of mine, Nazzy. So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.

"Hey Sis… I need something."

A sudden warm feeling blossomed in my chest, making my heart pound and my face warmer.

My brot- no, wrong word- my Seiji needed me. He actually wanted to test how much I loved him. Of course, I wouldn't disappoint him.

"Of course, of course! Whatever you want let your big sister take care of everything."

Somehow, the word "sister" distresses me. I don't get why though, it's just a label. We're all people, and who we love is who we love.

My love would be the strongest; regardless of these idiotic labels.

I stop all thoughts when my beloved speaks again.

"I need some money, around 100,000 yen."

I don't even hesitate as the one-worded response slips through my mouth.

"Alright."

I bet if people heard me, they would think, "Is that woman insane?"

Of course I am. I'm insanely in love with My Seiji. His voice, his smile, his way of walking, his sleeping face, and the way he needs me, and –most importantly- the way he says my name. Just thinking about it gives me chills up my spine; that monotone, yet husky voice that runs around my head and spreads like wild fire, making its scar forever marked in my mind, body, and soul.

I feel the need to know why, though. Was he planning something for me? Does he want to buy a ring to symbolize us forever being bound? Although, we don't need such materialistic junk. The fact that the same blood runs through our veins is proof enough of how bound to each other we are.

It symbolizes how we're chained down.

"Sweet Seiji, if I may ask, why do you need such money?"

A quick response, straight-forward, how adorable!

"I need to buy a ring for Celty." A squeal could be heard in the background and a muffled, "I love you~!"

A small crack could be heard in my head. My eye could feel a small twitch and my wide smile was slowly fading away from my face.

Celty? You mean that fake, stupid stalker girl, Mika Harima.

"I-I see… Thank you." I cursed myself for being so weak in my speech.

Something just occurred to me… Seiji doesn't love me in a romantic sense…

I hear the constant beeps signaling that he's already gone. I tilt my head and lean back of the wall next to my work.

He isn't in love with me. But I know he loves me. He needs me. He wouldn't be anywhere without me. That's enough for me; just the thought of him needing, wanting, and completely having me stitches up that small tear in my heart.

I'm able to go through the rest of the day with these thoughts in my mind.