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Kou's house has been deserted for days. His siblings are gone on a trip with their father, and the boy who lived there was dead.
He'd been dead since Saturday, it was Monday now. A really bad Monday.
It was the start of winter and the snow was just starting to fall fast enough to stick to the ground. The original Sousuke Mitsuba died around this time too, if Nene was correct, she recalled Kou talking about it on several occasions. She wished Kou would be around long enough to talk to her more, wether it'd be about that, or a funny movie.
She'd never hear his voice again. She was certain.
Supernaturals don't just come from dead souls, no matter how much she wished they did, and that he'd be able to come back as one. It was pointless to wish for anything though, look at where that's gotten her: standing by an open casket that'd be returned by next week when his family would be back to cremate him. His skin was paler than any color she'd seen before, colder and lighter than Hanako, or any of the other wonders she'd ever met.
Watching him lie there motionless felt wrong. Kou was supposed to be a cheerful, happy, charismatic, young boy who had his whole life ahead of him, even though that was bold of Nene to say, seeing as she was only a year or two older than him.
It felt even more wrong feeling the sway of her ghastly companion's large sweater as he stared at the dead boy too. The expression on his face was unreadable, attempting to look for his feelings through his long bangs was impossible, although Nene could almost swear she heard his voice shake, and catch him sniffle more than she wished she had.
There wasn't even going to be a funeral service for Kou, from what she heard from the consoling Morgue assistant.
Nothing felt real to Nene about all of this. Kou... Kou wasn't suicidal! H-He was always so happy a-and... outgoing... and...
Nene found herself crying-no, sobbing again.
"Hey!"
Mitsuba looked up from a supernatural corpse. Bright sparkling blue eyes met his and he felt his insides melt at the sight of them. Minamoto Kou was a sight that only he should see, the beauty of the boy was so overbearing that no one else deserved to see it.
"I uh... I can't um... put it in my mouth..." He bit back shyly, the words feeling out of context with the drowsiness of his brain.
"Oh uh! I-I can help, ah, uh, um... O-open wide?" Kou's words came out almost like a question, it was dumb, and adorable of him, and Mitsuba hated the way the blond boy's face was heating up so easily.
But Mitsuba did as he was told, and opened his mouth widely, closing his eyes as Kou helped the flaming heart into his mouth. It tasted gross, it felt worse going through him, but he reveled in the way Kou fed him gently, almost in a motherly way-wait is that weird to think that your somewhat of a crush is babying you, and that you like it?!
Mitsuba swallowed on an unchewed chunk and gagged on it a little before forcing it down.
"You okay?" Kou asked, voice as sweet and flavorful as fresh honey.
Mitsuba swallowed again, his face heating up as he looked away.
"Shuddup, moron earring..."
Kou's lifeless corpse looked nothing like him. He was too quiet, too...
Mitsuba wanted to close his eyes and open them to find out this was all just a bad dream. He tried, and tried, and tried, but every time he opened his eyes he was met with the same image of a messed up Kou, a Kou that didn't talk back, a Kou that didn't have his dumb-Hi-His dumb... His earring on. A poor, beautiful, still, never moving Kou with a swollen purple and yellow ring around his neck.