Unrequited-Shizuru

My little brother is rambling on in a dramatic tone about the state of Makai. Again. The seats in this dinner are hard and smell weird and the food is disturbingly similar. The table is sticky and probably hasn’t been scrubbed in years, judging by how much profanity was carved into its surface that had hopefully been brown to begin with.

This is the fifth, no, sixth time, he has reiterated this information. I started keeping track after the first two times in an attempt to save off boredom. It hadn’t worked the last two times and my mind started to wandered while I nodded and grunted occasionally.

I didn’t try to stop Kazuma, I knew the real reason he was repeating himself was because he missed his friends. He was at the top of his class and had been extremely popular in his three years of high school, and yet… he had no real friends. I was willing to bet that he’d cut of his right hand just to see Yusuke for five minutes.

I allowed him to fantasize since the only reason I would come within ten feet of this crappie diner is because I would get to see I one person I was missing the most. I took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long puff before exhaling while Kazuma gestured emphatically.

I worried about my little brother because I was the closest thing he had that resembled a parent. I know I have never done a very good job, as I have never been the mothering type and I swear to never have children. I had hoped he’d meet some new good friends, just as much for my sake as his own.

I seem to be cursed in someway, whomever I love. My first love was rich, fascinating, everything I wanted and more; he also tried to open a gateway to Makai and died after failing. My second love is charming, brilliant, everything I want and more; he also isn’t exactly human and doesn’t return my feelings.

Kazuma stops speaking mid sentence and turns around “Here he is now!” I don’t need my little bro’s help to tell me, as I felt his ki from a street away. He strides over to our table with the perpetual smile that’s always there, like he’s remembering some joke. I open my mouth and find my voice is caught in my throat along with my heart, this only happens when he’s around. I put on my best smile, give a small cough and say

“Who’s my favorite redhead?”