In Memories We Stand, Chapter 5

Title: In Memories We Stand Chapter 5

By: Kira User

Rated: PG13

Summary: Miharu is set on making the most of their time together. 

Notes: Okay first and foremost, this is not a fic that will end all thoughtful or angst or anything. It is just meant to be a little cracky, and silly, despise how it starts at the beginning. Un-betaed, so all the mistakes are my own >~< Oh! Also this is based in the anime-world, so we kind of know where these two are at. 

More Notes: This is more for me than for you all, but this fanfic is definitely not going to pass 10 chapters. I like long stories, especially if they are good and all. But I am not a good writer, and definitely this story is not worth going over 10 chapters XD. Just so you know...

Warning: Intersexual in drag.... But is that considered a warning? Is not like cross-dressing to be honest XD Let us all remember just how... unique Miharu's fashion sense is heh? So this is also a warning too...

You can find Chapter 1 here...

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"Oi! What do we have here...?"

Nobody bothered answering his question seeing that it was not really meant to be answered in the first place. The classmates from Miharu's class backed down a couple of steps, as in fear of the high-schoolers stepping on them accidentally. In that regard, Yoite was more afraid of Miharu being stepped on, with how he placed himself between Yoite and the two newcomers. 

Not that it really did much. The two of them still had a clear view of the group above Miharu's head. 

"I don't think we have seen you before around here. Are you from this school?"

Miharu, never been bothered about his height before, was completely put out at how they seem to be ignoring his existence. He kind of wished he had at least bothered to drink more milk, instead of the juice he used to have as his lunch meal. Not letting his frustrations show on his face, he forced a smile. "Is not, and, if you would excuse us, we will continue on so our presence won't bother you anymore."

The bleach blond guy looked down at Miharu as if he was a bug he stepped on. "Bothered? I never said I was bothered. In fact-" Making an oblivious head gesture, he checked out Yoite's outfit from head to feet. "I am actually glad that we came to this lame festival."

"I know what you mean, Muramata-kun!" Said the other dark haired high schooler, "Is not everyday that you get to see real beauty roaming around."

Feeling his chest about to burst from both embarrassment and anger, Yoite silently pulled Miharu to the opposite direction. He wanted to get far away from them as quickly as possible, before he did something that was against Nabari's rules, and would make Miharu upset for wasting his life energy. The young shinobi was more than happy to follow him, not wanting to completely ruin their visit to the festival. 

"Hey, hey! Where are you going?" Muramata guy placed himself in front of Yoite, blocking him from escaping. "It is bad manners to not introduce yourself when we meet new people, you know?"

"Move," was all the warning Yoite was going to give him.

Moving in, invading his personal space in a way that it was not welcome, he continued. "Why all this defensiveness? We are all good guys here." He raised his arm as if to put it around Yoite's shoulders, when suddenly it was pushed away by a slap from Miharu's hand.

"I would appreciate if you would not to touch Yoite." Miharu's face has never looked more serious to his classmates before. This Yoite must mean more to him than they thought. 

"You little punk!" Muramata seem really surprised that a mere stick figure would dare slap him, and tell him what to do. "Seems I will need to teach you who not to mess with." He smashed his fist against his hand, to show what kind of lesson he was talking about. His dark haired friend walked behind him, showing his support and anxiousness in being part of the fight too. 

Kouichi and Raimei walked to Miharu without a word, and looked at both high schoolers with stern expressions. Kouichi, trying to avoid a fight, said. "I think you should leave."

Both of them snorted, not even a little bit afraid of the threat. "Oh really? Says who, you?"

Suddenly a deeper voice was heard on top of their conversation. "I think Mr. Aizawa has a good point, gentlemen." Kumohira sensei walked towards them, forcing himself in between the high schoolers and the rest of the group. "No violence is allowed, and, if you will not stop, I will have you accused of misconduct to the school."

"You are not in our school!" Accused the dark haired, not believing the teacher one bit.

"Both Mr. Muramata Satoru and Mr. Kamatani Yuki attend Banten High School, class 3D. Your teacher is Mr. Yumiko, and I even have his phone number right here. Do I need to continue?"

"Tch." Muramata grunted, knowing they were defeated. Not wanting to get into unnecessary trouble, they both walked away without a word or backward glance. Yoite felt he could finally breathe at ease. 

As if unfazed by everything, Miharu turned to Thobari. "So, you do have your uses, Kumohira-sensei." Yoite knew, despise the harsh honest words, that it was Miharu's way of saying thank you.

Losing all his cool composure, he looked at Miharu, upset. "Oi! What do you mean? I am a teacher, of course I look out for my students! Oi, where are you going? Rokujo!"

Not interested at all at what else his sensei had to say, Miharu and Yoite were already walking towards the food stands. 

"You might not be able to taste anymore, Yoite. But I still think you will enjoy the food."

He turned to Miharu, feeling a smile appearing on his face. "Yeah, I will." And for that one moment, as their eyes connected, Yoite felt alive, warmth and happy.

To be continued...

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Yes, there is still more to go after this. I will probably won't be able to update until next year because I have a thousand of things to do and such. Sorry! But hopefully this chapter will make it be worthwhile the wait.

Happy Holidays!

In Memories We Stand, Chapter 4

Title: In Memories We Stand, Chapter 4

By: Kira User

Rated: PG13

Summary: Miharu is set on making the most of their time together. 

Notes: Okay first and foremost, this is not a fic that will end all thoughtful or angst or anything. It is just meant to be a little cracky, and silly, despise how it starts at the beginning. Un-betaed, so all the mistakes are my own >~< Oh! Also this is based in the anime-world, so we kind of know where these two are at. 

More Notes: This is more for me than for you all, but this fanfic is definitely not going to pass 10 chapters. I like long stories, especially if they are good and all. But I am not a good writer, and definitely this story is not worth going over 10 chapters XD. Just so you know...

Warning: Intersexual in drag.... But is that considered a warning? Is not like cross-dressing to be honest XD Let us all remember just how... unique Miharu's fashion sense is heh? So this is also a warning too...

You can find Chapter 1 here...

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Him and Miharu were enjoying the quiet evening over the extremely loud chitty chatter that the other couple seem to be very engrossed in. Well, Yoite thinks it must be extremely loud seeing he can actually still hear everything that Raimei is saying. And if the yelling was not enough, she would move her limbs every which way as if to make a point. He wondered if all the normal teenagers were like that too. He remembered the first time he meet Gau, and how he thought Gau somewhat loud, obnoxious and full of a blind sense of justice. Yoite figured that, because he wasn't born normal, he was cursed to never act normal too.

Something he found very odd about Raimei, however, was how one moment he saw Kouichi and Raimei talking in front of them, and the next Raimei goes off with a complete stranger still focused in her conversation, not noticing anything was amiss. Kouichi had to quickly run after her, before the stranger could get over his shock of his new stalker companion. The slight smirk on Miharu's face tells Yoite that this kind of situation has happened before, a lot. 

It was too soon that the four of them saw the lights coming from the festival. Big announcements surrounded by even more lights were slowly enveloping them. People started to appear from all directions, and quickly the quiet evening was no more. 

The four of them went to pay for their tickets. Yoite could feel the stare of people, and once again wished he could hide under the safety of his cap for a little peace of mind. 

"Wow! Look at all those stands! Oh! I always wanted a goldfish, lets go and see if we can catch some!"

Miharu, wanting to enjoy some time of the festival alone with Yoite, said "you go ahead, I will take Yoite to try some of the food from-"

"Rokujo!"

They turned at the sound of his name to see a group that Yoite supposed could be their classmates, judging by how they look to be around the same age.

"Hey guys." Yoite was surprised to notice that with the smile from Miharu, some of the girls from the group started blushing and giggling behind their hands. Looking how the group quickly surrounded Miharu, it was quickly becoming clear that he was more popular than what Yoite or Miharu though. It was probably his apathetic personality that once keep them at bay, but now that he is becoming more and more expressive people seem to finally see their chance to get to know more about the young shinobi. 

How weird that his heart constricted a little at this thought, and, for once, wished Miharu would go back to his previous attitude. 

"Rokujo! What a surprise to see you here!"

"Yeah, we've never seen you coming to a winter festival before."

"I suppose I never really had a good motive to come to one before." Miharu, used to their attention, answered with a shrug of the shoulder. It was how he leaned closer to Yoite, that finally made the intruding group realize that there was new person among them.

"Oh! And who is this?"

His smile seems to have gotten brighter at this question. "This is Yoite, a... friend." Yoite didn't understand what he meant with that pause. The group also stared at him with confused expressions, but, at the sight of Miharu's arm wrapped around his, their faces soon turned to surprise. 

"Oh-Ooh!"

"I didn't know that Miharu liked them older..."

"Uwah... How disappointing is to see Miharu already taken!"

Their responds were making him get more and more confused by the minute. Wanting to be done with the introductions, he said, "good evening."

"Good evening!"

"Yoite, these are some classmates from my junior high."

"Oi! Classmates? What do you mean 'these are some classmates.' We each have our names you know!" Despise their upset tone of voice, they didn't seem to be angry at Miharu, or surprised that Miharu didn't remember their names again.

"Rokujo still seems to be joking about that, even if we have had classes together since elementary."

Miharu didn't look embarrassed at all, with that smile never leaving his face through all of this, "sorry."

"Anyway," one of the guys said, moving a little closer to see Yoite's face properly. "She seems to be a looker."

He glared at this comment, and at the back he could see how Kouichi and Raimei were trying to contain their laughs.

"Yeah! I don't see why you should be embarrassed by being with someone like her. How come you never told us about your 'friend', Rokujo?"

"Oh, I don't know." Miharu grabbed Yoite's hand gently in his. "I must have had too many things going on."

"I'll say!"

"She is really cute."

Miharu's smile has turned somewhat forced by now, and he took a few steps backs, dragging Yoite along with him. "If you all don't mind, we will be going now to enjoy some of the sta-"

"Oi! What do we have here...?"

Once again their conversation got interrupted. They turned to the two newcomers. Two older and really tall guys, even to Yoite's standard. Both of them were at least a head taller than him.

A whispered, "the high-schoolers!" Just about confirmed his suspicions. 

Something about their gaze and their confident attitude made them be a little threatening. Yoite didn't like particularly the look from the bleachy blond guy, who kept giving him a leer expression with his eyes. 

Have they been shinobis from the Nabari world, he would have defended himself no problem. But in the outside world, he is just as vulnerable as the others. Tensing his jaw, he awaited the confrontation he knew was soon to come.

To be continued...

Chapter 5

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Woohoo! Another chapter out of the way, yes! Man, I wish I didn't give myself so many projects to do, to have a little more time to finish this fanfic once and for all. It seems that I keep updating it once every month! My real intention was to update it once every week, what's up with that?!

Anyway, I hope you all like it! What is going to happen?!?! I wonder....

Ja ne

In Memories We Stand, Chapter 3

Title: In Memories We Stand Chapter 3

By: Kira User

Rated: PG13

Summary: Miharu is set on making the most of their time together. 

Notes: Okay first and foremost, this is not a fic that will end all thoughtful or angst or anything. It is just meant to be a little cracky, and silly, despise how it starts at the beginning. Un-betaed, so all the mistakes are my own >~< Oh! Also this is based in the anime-world, so we kind of know where these two are at. 

Warning: Intersexual in drag.... But is that considered a warning? Is not like cross-dressing to be honest XD Let us all remember just how... unique Miharu's fashion sense is heh? So this is also a warning too...

You can find Chapter 1 here...

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Standing by the wall, he knew he was stalling from leaving the room and going to Miharu. He couldn't help it. Without the comfort of his usual coat, sweater, cap, and pants, Yoite felt open and exposed for the world to see. A very unpleasant sensation, regardless of how the whole foreign outfit covered completely the marks the Kira has left on his body. Miharu was at least nice enough not to make him expose his skin, save his face. Yet...

Looking at the white gloves on his hands, he hoped his decaying body wouldn't stain the cloth. He felt worried that something as dead as he would contaminate something that he wasn't worthy of. The remorse of seeing his charcoal skin leaving ashy marks wouldn't let him handle the disappointment he could almost see reflected in Miharu's eyes. Despise knowing that Miharu wouldn't react that way, the fear that he could, even deep inside, couldn't calm him down. At the sting of pain, Yoite woke up to find a strain of blood coming from his lip. How curious, he doesn't remember biting his lip with all these worries going through his mind.

This roller-coaster of feelings has already left him exhausted. And the day hasn't even started.

Suddenly the door was opened, and Miharu came in with an enthusiastic expression on his face. "Yoite, are you..."

Yoite turned to Miharu, and watched somewhat fascinated how he got a far away expression with a tint of red appearing on his cheeks. He wondered what he could be thinking about. Getting somewhat conscious about himself, he looked down at his outfit just to check that everything was alright. 

Miharu seemed to finally snap out of it, looking at him with a very unusual light in his eyes. "Sorry, got lost in train of thought. Are you done?"

"Yes." He answered with a slow nod, giving one last final check. 

At this point he forgot all about his bloody lip, but Miharu must have noticed it. He came quickly looking worried. Reaching up, he put his hand on his cheeks, warming up his skin, and searched all over for signs of more blood on him. "Is that blood? Did you have an attack?"

It was certainly not the first time Miharu has been worried about his health, but it still touched him in a very emotional way every time he did. It was like finally feeling the warmth of summer inside his body, after years and years of only winter season invading his heart. He couldn't stop the smile from forming. "I just bit my lip on accident."

The young shinobi left out a breath of relief. "Alright." Regaining his mischievous self, he smiled at him too innocently. "Everybody is waiting for us at the entrance. We should go."

"Who else is coming?" He asked casually, trying to hide the dread that was forming in his stomach.

Dragging him by the hand, he lead Yoite out to the hallway. He could almost see him skipping with the light steps he was taking. "Of course Kouichi and Raimei. They are in my class after all."

Yoite closed his eyes, and, for the first time, he prayed. 

They were both turning around the corner towards the entrance when Miharu addressed the other couple waiting by the gate. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"There you are!" Raimei said, exasperated for the long wait. "What took you so lo-"

The gasps from the two were so loud, even he heard it.

Kouchi seems to have recovered first,  staring at him and stuttering all the way. "Wha-wha-wha...?"

"What did you do, Miharu?!"

Tilting his head, Miharu asked curiously. "What do you mean?"

"What is Yoite wearing?!" Raimei pointed out with her finger, as if the question and her expression were not obvious enough. 

"A dress," was his answer with a shrug of the shoulders, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"A dress?" Kouichi asked, still trying to comprehend the situation. "Okay. First, why is Yoite wearing a dress? Second, why is he wearing gothic lotita of all dresses?!"

At least that answered his question if this was a usual style for wear.

Making that face, Miharu snuggled up to Yoite with a hurtful expression. "I thought he would look good in it. What is wrong with that?"

"No, don't you dare! Don't you dare do that!"

"No, Miharu! No!"

If he wasn't the topic at hand, and wasn't wearing a dress, this situation would be almost funny. Almost. 

A tear fell down his cheek. "It doesn't hurt anybody him dressing up this way."

Yoite knew the other two shinobis fought with all their mights against Miharu's manipulation, but in the end they couldn't go against his wishes. He understood. It is not easy trying to defeat that. With completely defeated expressions, they gave up with a loud sight.

"I can't believe you made Yoite wear that..."

Recognizing his victory, he dropped his act, smiling with joy. "There is nothing wrong with it."

Raimei seems to have whispered something along the lines of, "Miharu and his weird tastes," but he couldn't be sure. Whatever it was, Kouichi was agreeing to it. 

Yoited looked back at the living room with a longing stare. Then Miharu once again grabbed his hand, and pulled gently. "So, what are we waiting for?"

"Okay, fine. Whatever! Let's go!" Regaining her usual excited energy, Raimei started walking with Kouichi following after.

He let himself be dragged along. Yoite looked at Miharu in a desperate plea for comfort. Sensing his stare, he looked up. "It will be alright, Yoite. I promise."

It was not much, but he would take what he can.

To be continued...

Chapter 4

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And that is all for right now! How is it going so far? Good? Bad? Should stop and make it look as in I never, ever wrote it? XDDDD

For those who wonder why Miharu never said anything about Yoite's outfit, this is why. Both of them don't know how to handle compliments, I would know (I also have a terrible time handling them myself). With Yoite, it would make him feel even more conscious of what he is wearing, making him, in the end, back out from his promise. That is why Miharu was hush hush about saying anything of how he looks. 

Stay tuned!!!

Ja ne

In Memories We Stand (Chapter 2), NnO Fanfic

Title: In Memories We Stand Chapter 2

By: Nemy

Rated: PG13

Summary: Miharu is set on making the most of their time together. 

Notes: Okay first and foremost, this is not a fic that will end all thoughtful or angst or anything. It is just meant to be a little cracky, and silly, despise how it starts at the beginning. Un-betaed, so all the mistakes are my own >~< Oh! Also this is based in the anime-world, so we kind of know where these two are at. 

Warning: Intersexual in drag.... But is that considered a warning? Is not like cross-dressing to be honest XD Let us all remember just how... unique Miharu's fashion sense is heh? So this is also a warning too...

You can find Chapter 1 here...

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The days passed in a lively matter with Miharu dropping in everyday to see him, occasionally accompanied by his friends. The subject of the winder festival didn't come back, not even in the silent yet comfortable moments they always find themselves enjoying. Despise the constant remainder of what it would mean, Yoite never felt the necessity of voicing any of his thoughts. He knew the time would come soon enough. 

Besides, it was not like he won't end up doing it. He will not back out from his promise. Yoite couldn't explain why, but it meant a lot to him to make Miharu happy. When he threatened him to work together, inexplicably the young shinobi stuck to him like glue, and, despise the bafflement he felt at the beginning, he slowly started to warm up to him. So far they have come together that even his decaying senses started to make his voice, his image, his smell, everything about him stand out. Even now, with his sight pretty much being the only remaining sense left, he could still detect Miharu's presence by instinct.

With such a meaningful person in his life, of course Yoite would want to do something meaningful for them in return. If it implied sometimes doing weird request for the Nabari no Ou, so be it. 

One day he was leisurely working on his scarf when Miharu walked up to the room with a small white box in his hands. At seeing that, he immediately knew what it meant, and figured that it was finally time. Trying to calm down his heart, he remained with a calm expression so as to not make Miharu take notice of his anxiousness. 

"Good evening, Miharu."

"Yoite," he greeted happily, placing the box on a couch next to his. Sitting by his side, Miharu grabbed his arm in a gentle squeeze, "how are you feeling today?"

Yoite smiled back, "I'm fine."

Sensing the open invitation, Miharu leaned against him, whispering to his chest. "Today is the winter festival."

He remained quiet, not feeling the necessity to answer. Leaning back, Yoite decided to wait for Miharu to continue. It was always comfortable how Miharu had the sense of knowing when it was necessary for him to talk or not. It is as if words are not needed between the two, and their connection goes far beyond this physical realm. It is still pretty confusing for him how this is possible, but has learned to accept it. He certainly knows that this being called Miharu Rokujo will forever be a mystery to him. 

Miharu turned his head a little sideways, as if to check that the box was still there. "Will you need help?"

As soon as he heard that question, despise the innocence of it, Yoite felt the invasion of conflicting emotions enveloping him once again. Fear, joy, warmth, cold, hesitance, all at the same time in a span of a second. How complicated the heart can be, he thinks. Before, he would claim being empty, and constantly ran away from them, but these feelings always caught up to him. Now they seem to want to make up for the time they were ignored, with wave after wave of powerful feelings roaming inside him. 

Kira was not what usually left him breathless nowadays.

"I'll manage." He finally answered quietly.

Slowly removing himself from their embrace, Miharu got up to the door. "I'll be in the next room in case you need help."

Yoite gave him a slow nod, watching how the young shinobi left the room. At the click of the shutting door, he finally rested his eyes on the white box by the couch.

White, pure, untouched. Steeling his nerves, he took a slow breath, before getting up to open the box. 

He did a double take at the contents of the box. He has seen some dresses worn by Hanabusa-san, Yukimi's sister, and Miharu's friend. Yet, this was... something new. The bows, and frills, and layers gave him an idea that this was no ordinary dress. Dread was once again gripping his lungs so tightly that he had a count his breathing for 10 seconds before continuing. He should have seen this coming. Miharu, after all, had a different sense of fashion according to what his friends have told him. He has seen too how sometimes he comes in with a particular combination of colors in his clothes. 

Gau once commented that he and Raikou would have made a new sense of style in the world have they had the opportunity. 

He took each clothing, trying to figure out how did it all go. By the time he was taking out the stockings, corset, and petticoat, Yoite pleaded that Miharu would at least let him keep his cap on.

To be continued...

Chapter 3

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Maaaaan! This took longer than the first one. Pretty much because it had the first chapter figured it all out before I even wrote it down in my computer. Hopefully the next chapters won't be as difficult, now the more people will start interacting in the story >~<

Review please! Comments are always welcome, they are the cookies to my diet 83

Ja ne

In Memories We Stand, NnO Fanfic

Title: In Memories We Stand

By: Nemy

Rated: PG13

Summary: Miharu is set on making the most of their time together. 

Notes: Okay first and foremost, this is not a fic that will end all thoughtful or angst or anything. It is just meant to be a little cracky, and silly, despise how it starts at the beginning. Un-betaed, so all the mistakes are my own >~< Oh! Also this is based in the anime-world, so we kind of know where these two are at. Finally, these characters are not my own, and I am not making any money out of this =3

Warning: Intersexual in drag.... But is that considered a warning? Is not like cross-dressing to be honest XD Let us all remember just how... unique Miharu's fashion sense is heh? So this is also a warning too...

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Yoite knew as soon as he saw Miharu doing that face that he would end up doing as he wanted. It's not like he isn't immune to his charm. He has seen how some people can't hardly go against Miharu whenever he gave them this expression of his, specially that sensei of his who seemed to have a great weakness for the young shinobi. 

It was how Miharu felt the need to make this face for him to agreed what made the whole situation rather... adorable. Even knowing that he has seen him use it before, and knew it was how he got his way most of the time. 

Yoite, trying to contain his smile, said, "Miharu..."

Sensing his hesitation Miharu slowly placed a hand on his arm. "It's just a small festival we do every winter, Yoite. You will enjoy it, the scenery at this time of the year is soothing and peaceful."

He looked down at the hand. This is something that Miharu has slowly and increasingly been doing more and more these couple of weeks. It seems to be his way of reassuring himself that Yoite is still here. He is still alive. He always felt a pang on his heart whenever this happened, but could not go against the decision he made back on the church, when Miharu asked him for the last time what was his wish. 

His decision has been made. It was just the thought of Miharu and what it would happen to him when the Kira finally takes over his body what makes his heart squeeze in a painful grip. But Miharu respects his wish, and will stand by him until then. 

"It sounds like a good idea, Miharu, but-"

"I just want to introduce you to some of my classmates. They have all been bugging me on what is my reason for wanting to leave so early from school everyday. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to get them off my back."

The defensiveness finally broke his resistance, and a small smile graced his face, "I don't mind that, just..."

Doing that face again he said, "it would mean a lot to me if you came with me."

"But, Miharu... In a dress?"

The young shinobi looked down with a small blush appearing on his usually pale cheeks. "I just know Yoite would look good dressed up like that."

At that blunt response, he also felt warmth coming to his cheeks, and could not look away from Miharu's expressive face. It always has been rare occasions when Miharu slips up from his before indifferent and now happy demeanor. He has been told that Miharu is mostly this expressive whenever he is concerned, but it's still rather mysterious what made the Nabari no Ou open up to him this way. 

But the subject of the dress has brought back his perception of wrongness that always has been in the back of his mind ever since he has been conscious of what... he is. It makes him feel fear, doubt, and a cold shiver would go down his spine. It makes him wonder if Miharu knows, if he suspects. He tries to subtly calm his breathing, reasoning that it couldn't be. There hasn't been any incidents or situations which would tip Miharu that something was wrong with his body. Yet, he also feels shame that he hasn't told Miharu of this. It is a big part of him, and, after everything they have gone through, he feels that he deserves to know this part of Yoite. He already knows about his past, now he just needs to be told about the darkest and obscurest part of him. 

All these doubts and questions would invade his mind everyday he spends with Miharu. Maybe, just maybe, this would make the perfect opportunity to let it all out. 

If he only knew how Miharu would react to it all. 

"Yoite?"

Breaking free from his thoughts, he turns to Miharu. "Sorry."

"No, don't worry about it." He says with a smile, "so?"

He hesitates for a while, then finally answers, "I-I... I guess. I don't mind..."

With a big smile on his face, Miharu jumps to hug him tightly around the shoulders. "Thank you, Yoite."

Hugging back, Yoite could swear he saw the little devil wings attached to the shinobi's back. 

To be continued...

Chapter 2

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So, tell me what you think! Should I continue...? Should I end it as it is...? My original idea was to make it all a one-shot, but I can't stand to write a lot whenever it comes to a fanfic. I needed to finish it here for now, before the writing felt forced and dull. I would love *constructive* review of what you think!

Thank you for reading!

A First Kiss, Nabari no Ou Fanfic

Title: A First KissAuthor: NemyRating: PG-13Disclaimer: I do not own Nabari no Ou. I do not make money out of it. No offense is intended with this fictional story.Pairing: Yoite/Miharu and Kouichi/RaimeiWarning: Spoilers from all episodes of the anime.Notes: This has not been revised. I apologize for the grammatical errors and such. I must admit that writing what would Yoite and Miharu say it is reaaaaally haaaaard.Summary: Miharu never considered the importance of a first kiss, until now.

Miharu never considered the importance of a first kiss. He imagined it was a significant deal in the life of every teenager. Either giving it or it being stolen, a first kiss has always taken an important part in the story of each person.

Miharu, never been involved with anyone before, didn’t put too much thought into it.

Until now.

It all started when he was hurrying, after classes ended, to go to Hanabusa-san house to see Yoite. He was dismissing everyone trying to talk to him while avoiding the traffic of students. Getting frustrated by all the people, he decided to take a shortcut through an isolated hallway on the far east of the school.

Reaching the hallway, he almost stumbled upon Raimei and Kouichi who were in the middle of it.

Standing.

Kissing.

Not used to a scene like this, Miharu was left speechless, and unable to move from his position. Raimei and Kouichi, both of them being ninjas, rapidly sensed his presence, and separated with embarrassing blush on their faces. Raimei, humiliated with Miharu catching them in the act, rapidly told them that she left something in the classroom, and left to fetch it.

Miharu slowly turned to Kouichi, who was still a little bit embarrassed but more calm than Raimei, and said almost in whisper, “sorry.”

The white-haired guy turned to Miharu, “Is not your fault Miharu-kun. It is kind of our fault for being in a public place.”

“So you and Raimei,” Miharu left unsaid with his expressionless face.

“Oh! It’s kind of recent actually,” Kouichi said, avoiding Miharu’s eyes. “We haven’t dated as much. Actually... that was our first kiss there.”

“First kiss?”

“Yeah,” Kouichi answered with a laugh. “And what a great ending for it, neh?”

“Sorry.”

“Oh! No no no no! I didn’t mean to blame you Miharu-kun! I told you to not worry about it. Well, I got to go. I will look for Raimei, and walk her to her apartment. See you later Miharu-kun!” Kouichi started to walk in the direction Raimei ran while waving his hand to Miharu.

“Bye.”

After that, for some reason, the concept of a first kiss would not leave Miharu’s mind. Was it that important? Would a first kiss determined if you were either friends or lovers with that person? Would you give to anybody, or someone special? Is it spontaneous or planned?

Without noticing, he already reached Hanabusa-san house. Putting his thoughts for later, he spent a quiet afternoon with Yoite sewing and talking about their activities of the day. Miharu always felt more comfortable being close to Yoite, and felt for the first time that there was something of importance in his life.

When both of them were watching silently the sunset over a cup of tea, Miharu’s thoughts went back again to what happened in that isolated hallway, and his musings over a first kiss. He slowly turned to see Yoite’s profile. Although, he would look a little bit weaker sitting on that rocking chair each passing day, he would also look satisfied and much more content than when he first met the Kira-user.

Putting his tea next to him on the floor, Miharu said, “Yoite, can I ask you a question?”

Inquiring blue eyes turned to green ones, “Yes?”

“Have you ever had your first kiss?”

Yoite’s expression turned to full-blown surprise, and he didn’t speak for several seconds. Then, he slowly turned to the sunset, and said with a calm face, “No, not really. Too many things to be concerned about that.”

Feeling a bit guilty, Miharu turned his eyes to the floor, “I guess.”

“Why you ask that Miharu?”

“I found Kouichi and Raimei kissing at the school today.”

“Ah.”

“Mmm,” He continued, raising his head again, “Kouichi said that it was their first kiss. It got me thinking.”

“Totally natural.”

“Mmm...”

After a few moments of silence with Yoite still studying the scenery and Miharu watching his tea get cold, Miharu turned again to Yoite. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet.”

“I didn’t know.”

Miharu raised himself on his knees, and rested his arms on Yoite’s legs. “Yoite... would you be my first kiss?”

It was the second time that day that the Kira-user was left speechless, but after a couple of blinks he said, “Miharu?”

The fourteen year old placed his head on tops of his arms, and continued talking. “You are the only one I feel so closely connected to. And with not having a lot of time left... I want to keep as many memories of Yoite as I possibly can.”

“But I...”

Miharu could feel his heartbeat fasten. He raised his head, and got as close as he dared to the other’s face. The blue-eyed boy was stunned by the desperation he could see in his green eyes. “It has to be you. I want my first kiss to be only you.”

Yoite slowly raised his bare hand, and placed it on Miharu’s cheek. “Miharu...”

Neither of them said anything after that. Miharu gradually started to close up their distance. He closed his eyes, and could hear his heartbeat echoing throughout his body. It felt infinite, but finally touched Yoite’s dry and warm lips against his. They stayed like that for what it could have been hours, but were just mere seconds.

Miharu moved back, and stared at the close-eyed face of the sixteen year old. Yoite then opened his eyes, and stared back at Miharu without saying anything.

Miharu felt a small smile forming. “Thank you, Yoite.”

Yoite smiled back. “No. Thank you, Miharu.”

Together they watched the stars come into sight.

Remembrance, Nabari no Ou Fanfic

Title: Remembrance
Author: Nemy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Nabari no Ou, so... there... I said it.
Warning: Spoilers from chapters 50 and on.
Notes: OMG I am actually writing a fanfic here! I haven’t written one in years! Excuse my grammar mistakes and all cause I don’t have a beta-reader or anything. English is also not my first language, so please don’t be so harsh on me. Constructive criticism is always welcome though!
Summary: On this particular train, this particular scenery, is where Miharu would feel his heart tighten. Miharu's POV.





It would always be the same.

On this particular train, this particular scenery, is where Miharu would feel his heart tighten.

~0~

“Hey Miharu-kun! Good morning!”

“Good morning Kouichi, Raimei.”

“So Miharu! Are you ready for the New Year's festival?”

“Mmm...”

“This is so exciting! I haven’t worn a kimono in years.”

“This year seems to be bigger than last. There seems to be more food stands, and there are more... heh?”

“What is it Kouichi?”

“Miharu, I didn’t know you owned a dark trench coat before.”

“Now that you mentioned, yeah. It looks new.”

“I saw it one day in a store...”

“Oh, don’t worry Miharu-kun! I think it looks good on you.”

“I agree!”

~0~

It is like we are on a dream...

Those words, for some reason, would echo on his head over and over. His sight would blur, and he would feel the need to swallow air to get it to his lungs.

~0~

“Miharu, sometime this afternoon could you buy some katsoubushi? It seems we ran out.”

“Okay grandma.”

“Be careful out there okay? And don’t stay out too late.”

“I will. I’ll be leaving now. See you soon.”

“Take care! Mmm... I don’t know what’s happening to that boy. Well, he seems to be entering his teens with all those dark clothes he wears now...”

~0~

He always sits in the same place. Never too close to the window, but enough to still observe the landscape as the train passes by.

Miharu would then feel a shadow on his shoulder. So clear he could almost touch it, but, now matter how he reaches it, his hand always feels air.

He hangs his head, and bits his lip.

~0~

“Rokujou, are you cold? You seem to always be blowing heat to your hands.”

“How could that be Thobari-sensei? Spring is starting already.”

“My hands feel cold for some reason.”

“Well, you know. For some people their hands always feel cold no matter the temperature around them Raimei-san.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

“I’m thinking of getting some gloves.”

“That would be a good idea Miharu-kun.”

~0~

Thank you, Miharu.

He knows that he went through this train with that person. He feels it in his blood and in his skin. He keeps trying to reach for that memory, but he could just not remember.

Frustration drips from his eyes, and he gives a silent scream.

~0~

“Rokujou-kun! Hats are not allowed in the classroom. You know that.”

“I’m sorry Mamoru-sensei.”

“I will let it go for now, but please don’t let it happen okay?”

“Yes.”

“Did you see the hat Miharu-kun was wearing?”

“Kind of a funny looking hat, and the tan color...”

“And so big! I wonder if his brother-“

“Silence! We will start the class...”

~0~

“... id... kid... Hey kid!”

He blinks very slowly. “Yes?”

“We have reached Banten. It’s time to go.”

“Okay...”

“What's with that reaction? Man, this is why I hate brats...”

He puts his hands in his coat’s pocket, hugging or protecting, himself from the weather.

Miharu then leaves the sit very slowly, and starts walking towards the exit.

Good-bye, Miharu.