Reaper: OKAY! I did a whole remake of Indifference. I think this is better, no?

Summary: After a tragic event, Miharu is left with no memories. What will his friends do to get his memories back? But wait, he doesn't want them back? Is he two scared of the pain and dark secrets that he was holding in his heart? And with Yoite coming to visit Miharu everyday, Kouichi and Raimei are feeling a little bit jealous. What will happen?

Warning: YAOI! Yes! Cursing, hints of abuse, self abuse, mentions of death or hints of almost character death. Depression of characters. Oh, and YAOI!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the clothes on my body, my laptop, and my...no wait, I sold my soul to the devil for that Inuyasha poster...never mind...I OWN NOTHING OF NABARI NO OU, NOT THE ANIME OR MANGA. IT GOES TO THE GREAT CREATOR!

Pairs: MiharuxYoite, one side KouichixMiharu.

"No." "Please?" "No." "PLease?" "No." "PLEase?" "No." "PLEAse?" No." "PLEASe?" "Hm..." "GASP!" "NO." "PLEASE!"

"Both of you please stop it. Raimei-san, I don't think Miharu-kun wants to go to the concert." Aizawa Kouichi said, sweat dropping as Raimei begged. Rokujo Miharu stared at the window, ignoring the other two. "PLEASE MIHARU-KUN!" Raimei said, bowing her head and asked again. "Yyyyyy NO." Miharu said, much to the girl's sadness. "COME ON! It's just a stupid culture concert! Nothing but different shows about culture! Good for history!" Raimei said. "Thobari-sensei is going." "One of the reasons I'm not going." Miharu said.

It was the second week since Raimei started to bug him about it. She and Kouichi wanted to drag our poor hero off to a culture concert, saying something about American bands and all that. Not that he didn't want to go. But, being indifference was tough work, and he needed a weekend to himself, seeing as he hasn't been having enough free time. Himeko and Yue (Two people he knows) were pretty pissed off at Miharu's so called 'friends'. Saying that they are stealing him.

Miharu sighed and pulled out a notebook, finally free from everybody. He read over his writing,

Can you tell?

That I'm living in Hell?

This pain is worse,

Than some witch's curse.

Alone, empty, all soulless,

I'd say their just careless.

Not seeing the real me,

All buried up inside.

Asking to be let out,

So I wont cry.

Miharu blinked. Did he really write that? The answer is yes. You see, Miharu is a grade-A poet, not that he shows it. During his free time, he writes poems, and gives them to Himeko and Yue, his two publishers, and they publish his work in the town's newspaper. Of course, no one knows it's him. He wouldn't be indifferent if he did. He flipped a page.

HELP!

I scream.

Tears flowing like streams.

I want out!

I call, down though my empty hall.

In a dark house, alone and not allowed,

to see the outside world,

all the children in a crowd.

It's no fare!

I cry, sitting on the floor,

how they can walk out, their easy unlocked door.

Please free me! Oh sweet savior!

Let me breath the fresh great air!

HELP! Help! I need to be free,

I'm not some piece of dirt, not a flea!

Miharu smiled slightly. Such a very funny poem. It got the most hits, such little fan mail was big for this. People laughed, some cried, all knowing what he felt though his writing. He flipped a page.

Greedy.

Yes, that's a human heart.

All sewn together, only to fall apart.

Only want this, only what that,

It's like how the mouse is wanted by the cat.

In a never ending circle, around and around it goes,

When this greed will stop, no one knows.

Oh, this was even better than his last one. So many agrees! It was hard to keep count after one-thousand. Himeko, who he had met after she found one pf his poems, says they can all relate to a human's greed. Everyone is greedy sometimes, but not Miharu...yet.

He flipped the page to a blank spot.

My mind,

So big and full,

Of blood and pain, I must be a fool.

To keep it in, not show it around,

My dried up tears, that want to come out.

My eyes burn, my throat throbs,

But if I show my weakness, it will all come to an end.

My facade, my mask of no emotions. It will break.

I'd be known as the fake.

It can't break, not right now!

I must go,

My heart is clear, just like pure white snow!

Miharu smiled and closed his notebook. After school, he'd have to ask Yue, who was with Himeko when she found out his writing talent, to put this on the front page. He is known as Indifference. Indifference in writing, and being indifferent at life.

Raimi snuck up behind Miharu, lucky to see him writing in his journal. No, he was reading. Reading the poems she reads in the newspaper! What the Sugar Cookies? Raimei blinked, and her eyes widened. Oh. My. Anime Collection! HE WAS INDIFFERENCE! Raimei stopped, and blinked. She smirked and found good blackmailing material. She sat in front of Miharu. "Nice poems." She said. He looked up, alarmed. "It'd be nicer if you come to the concert with us. Then, no one will know!" She smiled, a evil smile, but not as evil has Miharu's. Miharu sighed. "Fine. Just don't tell." "Where do you get these ideas?" Raimei asked, snatching the notebook. "TV." Was the answer as he grabbed it, walking out the classroom as the end of the day bell rang.

Miharu walked about a mile before stopping at a newspaper building. Suddenly two figures walked out. One had pink short hair, green eyes, and a black sailor uniform on. The other was like her twin, only being a boy, and was taller. "Onii-chan! I'm saying, Miharu-kun is going to make big money!" The girl hissed. "If he wants to take up the job!" The boy hissed back. "What are you talking about Himeko? Yue?" Miharu asked. Himeko glomped Miharu. "Someone wants you to write a poem book! About you're feelings! They say this is a good way to make you even more famous! And, money!" Himeko said, the yen sign in her eyes. Yue sighed. "If he wants to do the job! So kiddo, got a new poem?" Yue asked. Miharu showed him his new finished poem. "Kawaii!" Himeko said, reading it. "Okay, I'm busy tonight. Can't stay." Miharu said. "I have to go to a culture concert." He said and walked off.

Himeko caught up with him. "Really?" She said. Yue came from behind. "Yes. I'm being blackmailed by Raimei. She found out." Yue and Himeko paused, and paled. "Are you serious? What happened?" Himeko and Yue asked at once. "Saw me reading my old poems." He answered.

He left the two, and made his way home.

Once home, he walked up to his room, and changed foe bed. "Che. Why must my life be a living hell?" He asked out loud. Soon, Miharu drifted off to sleep. About 10 hours later, Miharu woke up, slapping his alarm clock off. He grumbled and got up, noting it was saturday, and the day of the concert thing. Miharu cursed under his breath, and pulled off his shirt. He rumbled around in his dresser, only to find black shirt and a blue sweater, with white stripes on the side. He found black baggy pants, much to his distaste in wearing to much black, and brushed his hair. No, Miharu wasn't one of those black clothes wearing Goths. He was a normal boy, besides the fact that he has the Shinrabansho inside him, he's parents were killed, he is being targeted by every nija in the world, and that he's a famous poet. Nothing weird about him. Nope. Not a chance.

Miharu walked down stairs, and slipped on his shoes. He said goodbye, and left. He was met at his door by his three companions. It seemed Raimei told them of his writing abilities. "So, where do you get the ideas?" Kouichi asked. "TV." Miharu answered. "And, what do you watch?" Thobaru asked. "Drama." Miharu answered. Everyone sweat dropped. "S-such an easy answer." Kouichi said. Miharu tilted his head cutely, making them all cry inside from his cuteness. "Oh!" Miharu said, his face glowing with amazement. "What's that?" He asked, staring at African American girls dancing to American Rap songs. "Oh, this is the American part. They're dancing to some S-souljio Bo-oyo...or something American like that. Oh! There's a dutch dance!" Kouichi said, pointing. Miharu's eyes caught sight of some Japanese girls wearing bright colors and looked like pandas with their make-up, dancing to some Japanese music. "Para Para." He said, and walked over. "M-Miharu! Oi!" Thobari said, and ran after him. Sadly, the Para Para part was on a stage.

Miharu walked under a light holder, and was ready to ask them what they were doing, wheh suddenly a whoosh sound was heard from above him. Everyone happened to fast.

People screamed.

"MIHARU-KUN! WATCH OUT!" Raimei, Kouichi, and Thobari's voice shrieked though the air.

A crash was heard.

A ambulance was heard.

Voices sounded panicked as they said something about the light holder falling on the young boy.

A voice cried out that he opened his eyes. A girl's voice. But who's?

Another woman's voice rang though Miharu's head. "Rokujo Miharu, age 14, goes to a high school. He was at the culture concert when the light holder on the Para Para stand broke, falling on top of him. It has been two days since he's been hit on the head. His body is fine, but he may have a bad wound in his head..." The voice droned on, but Miharu didn't listen. Rokujo Miharu? Was that him? Who was he if that wasn't him? Where was he? It was dark, lonely, scary. He wanted out!

Yoite stared wide eyed with his roommate and partner, Kazuhiko Yukimi, at the TV as the news reporters played the scene as Raimei, Kouichi, and Thobari ran towards Miharu as the light holder fell on top of him, their voices over crowding the panicking screams of others. They replayed it again, only in a slow version. "As you can see, Roujo-san's three companions ran towards him, called him name as the object came flying on top of him. His girl companion, if you can see, was reaching for...her samurai sword? Need to ask her later on that. But, if you can tell form right here, The light holder was as good as new. Nothing wrong with it. Many people had been on the stage the whole time, but only when young Rokujo-san went under it, did it break. It seems that the cord didn't snap, but was cut. If you look closely, you can see a silver metal object flying towards the cord. We later found it to be a ninja weapon of some sort-" Yoite turned off the TV, and stared wide eyed. "Whoa. It seems someone tried to attack him." Kazuhiko said, sitting at his desk. "Should we tell the boss?" Yoite asked. "He probably just watched the news. Along with the rest of the group. That kid's are ticket to world ruling Yoite." Kazuhiko said, ignoring the angered looked Yoite had in his eyes. He got up and walked towards the door. "He's in a coma. Probably won't wake up." Kazuhiko said, but was to late for Yoite walked out the door.

Miharu blinked at he stared at the black room. So empty. So very cold and alone. He sat down in the air, not knowing if it was the ground or just plain air. He wanted out. He wanted to know who, and where he was. What everyone was talking about. Suddenly from his dark little world, he heard a sliding sound. He heard footsteps and heard the sound of someone sighing. Someone was here! He must wake up! Suddenly, a cold, evil laugh rang through the darkness, the laugh waking Miharu up.

Miharu shot up, gasping for breath. He head suddenly pounded, ad he clenched it in between his hands. Once the pain settled down, he picked his head up, to see a boy with black short hair, wearing a tan hat, and black warm clothes on. Miharu blinked. He looked at him, and opened his mouth. He closed his mouth, seeing him about to speak. "Are you okay Miharu?" He asked. Miharu blinked. So his name was Miharu! He nodded, then asked the question no one ever wanted to hear in their life. Just then, right went he was about to day it, his two friends and one teacher walked in, shock on their faces to see the two. They two, were about to die a little inside, for what was about to come out of his mouth. "Who are you all? Where am I?" And just to make sure "Who am I?" Miharu asked, his voice full on confusion.

Reaper: Like it? O.O I've been seeing Miharu as a poet. Don't know why. LOL. READ AND REVIEW!