He came to visit his brother, to make up for his attitude towards him in
the past. Ayame's long hair, coloured silver despite him being merely 24,
shone in the sunlight. His green eyes reflected his determination. The sun
was bright and the lake sparkled in the distance. He saw his brother.
2"Yuki, how great it is to see you!" Ayame called, his loud voice overflowing
with confidence. Yuki didn't seem to see him and remained silent, his eyes
cold. Ayame realized he would have to say something more interesting to
catch the attention of Yuki. Ayame began to talk about an actor in a play,
than about his high school days, and than began to speak French. As he
spoke, rapidly and jumping from topic to topic, not allowing Yuki to get a
word in, Yuki became more and more annoyed. Ayame's words came so fast
that it was hard to make any of them out. The anger became more and more
evident in Yuki's face, his eyes narrowing at his older brother who was
waving his hands dramatically in the air, his long red and gold coat blowing in
the wind. As he flailed his arms, he neglected to put down his bag, black and
expensive looking, and it came dangerously near Yuki's head several times.
Finally Yuki spoke.
"Go away," he said, his voice emotionless and low. Ayame sighed. He would
have to keep trying to get through to Yuki, hoping maybe eventually it would
work and forbidding himself to think otherwise.
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