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Brothers. It’s the first thing that comes to everyone’s mind at the sight of Kiki’s and Lala’s loyal knights. One is rarely seen without the other, and when they walk, they go arm-in-arm. While it’s true— they are brothers, after all— it doesn’t even begin to describe what Klarkstella feels for Louterstella. Brothers, lovers, soulmates. Nothing comes close to describing how Louter’s presence makes him feel safe, how their hands fit together like the pieces of a puzzle, how his brother’s laughter makes his heart swell. It might not be an exaggeration to say that Louter is Klark’s everything.
Which is why, one sunny morning, Klark rushes out onto the courtyard in a panic. “Louter! There you are!”
Louter, sitting serenely by the side of the white stone fountain, looks up at him. His expression quickly changes into one of concern, as Klark approaches, out of breath. “What’s wrong, Klark?”
Klark breathes a sigh of relief and settles in next to Louter on the bench to rest. “I couldn’t find you anywhere... I didn’t think you’d be here.” He takes one of Louter’s free hands in his.
“I’m sorry, Klark. I should have told you.” Louter tilts his head. “Is something the matter? Do you need my help with something?”
“No. I just wanted to see you,” he answers honestly. There’s no need for shame in a relationship like theirs. Besides, his honesty makes Louter smile indulgently, and that is a far better reward than anything else in the world.
“I see!” Louter’s soft laughter resounds in the tiny tree-lined courtyard, only barely audible over the ambience of the babbling fountain and chirping birds. There’s no one else to hear it but Klark, who listens with a grateful heart. “Then let’s stay here together, shall we?”
Klark’s chest squeezes pleasantly at his brother’s carefree invitation. It’s no different from the hundreds— no, thousands— of other times that Louter had offered his company, and yet, each time, he can’t help the way his mouth affectionately curves into a matching smile. “Okay,” he says simply. There’s no need to say anything else. Louterstella already knows what thoughts dwell in his mind.
They press their heads together under the wide blue sky as thick, fluffy clouds soar lazily, their hands and hearts linked by that unnamed love. He hopes these peaceful days continue forever; that they can remain Klarkstella and Louterstella (brothers, lovers, soulmates, something else) until the end of time.