A/N: Oh my gosh I must sincerely apologize for the huuuuuge delay. I am the worst author for never publishing anything. This chapter has been marked ready for publishing in docx but I never got around to publishing it. I just finished writing an essay that took me 5 hours to write, and it reminded me of this poor little story that I have not touched in such a long time. College is just so mean to me :[ But that is no excuse! I hope this chapter makes you happy though, we got some new developments that should send your mind on a fun and thrilling ride [over exaggerating of course]. And I really hope my betas haven't forgot about me, trust me I havent forgot about you lovely people! I just hope you stick around a little longer. Thanksgiving break is coming and I'll be home and I'll be in my room where this story started. Again, thanks to everyone who has followed this story. I promise new chapters soon!

~Ashley

Misoka was sitting quietly on the settee, looking at Shito. He had already finished three cups of tea, but he couldn't find the ability to speak to her. Misoka was starting to think that maybe he was starting to second-guess having this well-needed discussion.

"Are you alright, Shito?" Misoka asked in a soft voice. The dark-haired boy didn't respond for a moment, and then turned to face her.

"I'm fine." He responded. "I just… I've lived for a century and a half, and I now find out that I have a sister?" He looked over at her, yet he avoided her eyes. He tried to smile, but he ended up frowning instead. "It must have been the same for you, right? You lived all of these years knowing you had a brother but you couldn't even see his face." Shito straightened up a little, looking at her with a gentle face. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's okay." The long-haired zombie said, resting a hand on his arm. "I can see your face now, can't I?" She thought she could be stronger than this, but small tears still welled up in her eyes.

Oh crap, she's crying…uh….what to do…what to do…

Shito set his arm around her shoulders, pulling her body closer to his. He didn't know why he embraced her like he did. Maybe it was some sort of brotherly instinct. He didn't try to console her with soothing words or say something relatively cheesy, but it was enough.

Shito didn't like establishing connections with people. He never had any friends, until Michiru and Chika. They're both just as twisted and messed up as he was; yet they never went through the pain that Shito felt. But now, there was someone exactly like him. Someone who has been in this world just as long as he has. Someone who was living, knowing that everyone they grew close to will eventually wither and die.

When he saw the compatible and loving friendship that Misoka and Aoi had, he started to second guess his way of living. She was able to love someone despite the fact that he was going to die eventually. She's been through that several times which each generation of the Saito family.

She must be holding so much pain and sorrow in her heart…probably more than I ever will have.

Shito then realized that they were happy living together. They were best friends, knowing that there would be a day where one would live on and the other will rot away.

"Misoka…how are you…able to…love people?" Shito asked. "From the time that I knew I would live forever, I told myself I would never love anyone." He sighed and looked over at her. "How can you get so attached to someone knowing that they're all going to die before your own eyes?"

Misoka shifted in her seat a little, facing him more. "A life without love isn't a life worth living." Shito was a little shocked at her statement. "Although they will physically die on this planet, they will still live on in my heart." She raised a hand to her chest, smiling. "I can't even imagine thinking about not loving the people who cared so much about me."

Shito was almost taken aback at her words. A life without love isn't worth living…huh?

Even thinking about that, the happiness between her and her masters must be so great that it completely masks the sickening feeling of losing someone.

My mother was the only person I loved…and she died. I guess that's what triggered me to close up my soul to the rest of the world. That's why…but things are different now…

Misoka…my sister…will never die. I can love someone, and I won't watch them age or die. I guess this is what I needed…

"Eh, Shito! Are you guys done yet?" Chika said as he barged in the room. He was tired of waiting for them and decided to see what was happening himself. When he saw Shito's arm around Misoka, he almost froze.

"S-sh-shito!" Chika yelled, bounding over to the other zombie. "Get your hands off my woman!" He tried prying him off of her but Shito didn't budge.

"Your woman? She's my sister!" Shito retorted, shoving Chika off of him. Misoka looked at the both of them and giggled. She stood up and walked up to Chika.

"There's no need to fight!" She said, as she got on her tiptoes and planted a small kiss on the cheek of the zombie with the white hair. "You both are special to me!" She said. Chika's face was bright red, and Shito was starting to get a little angry. "It feels like I have the two greatest brothers!"

Whatever hope Chika had of the possibility of Misoka showing some attraction to him quickly vanished. Brother? BROTHER? Chika was frozen in place, almost unable to breathe. Shito noticed this and slapped him on the head.

"OW! You son of a bitch, what was that for?" Chika gasped, holding his head. Shito just ignored him

"Akatsuki. Go get Michiru. We should be going soon." Shito said. Chika was so out of it that all he could do was wander off and find the little girl. Shito then turned to Misoka, who was smiling brightly. It almost caught him off-guard.

"Thank you, Tachibana-san." Misoka said as she bowed. Shito walked over to her and put his hand lightly on top of her head.

"You can call me 'Onii-chan' if you like." He said, a very small smile appearing on his face. Just then, Chika walked in the room with Michiru. His mouth dropped as he saw Shito's hand on the beautiful girl's head.

"Get off of her, you pervert!" Chika yelled, running over to Shito, peeling his hand away.

"Stop touching me!" Shito yelled and punched him in the stomach.

"OW! Really? Why do you keep hitting me?" Chika complained, a hand grabbing his stomach.

"Because you keep touching my sister." He said. Misoka watched them both and suddenly broke out in laughter.

"You two sure are so funny. Most obviously the best of friends." She said, a bright smile on her face. Shito straightened himself up before heading to the front door with his friends.

"It was nice to see you, Imouto-chan" The dark-haired zombie said, bowing slightly. Misoka's face turned bright red as she bowed as well.

"Please come again!" The trio said their goodbyes and headed towards their home.

Chitose was flitting around in a deserted alley with a young zombie. Debris and cigarette butts scattered the ground between two old and dilapidated buildings. The female zombie leaned against on one of the building's walls, and pulled out a package of cigarettes. As she pulled one out of it's container, she began to be annoyed with Chitose's pointless pacing.

"Chi-kun. How long are you going to fly around like that?" She asked, lighting up.

Chitose glared at her in his deformed self.

"Don't call me that!" He yelled. He tried to sound demanding, but his voice came out squeaky and high-pitched. "I'm trying to think of a way to get my core back!" He said, still floating in the dark. The girl sighed and put the cigarette between her lips, taking a deep breath.

"Why don't you just ask Bekko for it?" The girl suggested, closing her eyes. She didn't have time to deal with childish behavior.

"He's not just going to give it back!" Chitose yelled, getting annoyed with this girl.

"Say, can you still us your darts?" She asked. Chitose nodded.

"They're not very effective, though." He responded, sounding glum. He hated being useless as he was.

"Well, why don't you just make someone get your core for you?" The girl asked, taking another drag. A plume of smoke from her mouth went directly into Chitose's face. He hacked and coughed from the fumes.

"That's what you're here for, you idiot! Sirai-chan, are you even legal to be smoking?" He asked, trying to grab the cig from her.

"Yes, I am." The girl sighed, hiding the cig away from him. "My transformation only lasts for a half hour. You should have an actual plan before using me." She shrugged and headed out to the main street. "You call me when you actually have something for me to do. I'm not a babysitter." She threw the cig on the ground and blended in with the rest of the crowd.