What was her name?

The setting takes place in the warming environment of Kabuki Cho Japan. The last two days of the schooling program are beginning to unfold as the days seem to come slower, after a good night's rest. Uruma wakes up in his bedroom next to his brother, Kiyotaka. A brief interaction between the blood brothers, a short good morning, and questions on how one slept before they both went downstairs to eat, brush their teeth, and begin their journey to school. The steps they take to school are almost synchronized as Uruma chuckles, his brother having a loose piece of toast in his mouth as he waddles around trying to get something out of his bag while walking and talking. Uruma takes delicate licks of a cherry-flavored lollipop as his crimson eyes glisten. He sensually traces and draws in his head the gentle and frail curves of the airy clouds, the sun breaking through slightly, though not completely enveloped by the subtle plumpness of the pillow-like clouds that take up a good portion of the shiny blue sky. He continues taking the steps towards the building Uruma is soon to never see again.

Walking, step, step, step. The pattern doesn't stop before he slings his bag over his shoulder and his brother heads to the bathroom, he pauses for a moment before going ahead like Kiyotaka said. Uruma then steps forward, through the bustling crowd of the middle school forcing himself space between the crowd and shoving through the people causing him annoyance and making things harder than they ever need to be. As the air conditioning hits his sensitive nose, he calmly rubs his nose and looks at the teacher as they babble on about whatever teachers could talk about in a school full of people who don't give any attention to the lessons in the first place. His gaze wanders from the board to a girl, the hair that gently falls down her head as she signals him to stop, and he abruptly turns his gaze away. The thought goes through his mind before he figures out who she is, Kiko Hanasahi. He ponders about why she would be negative towards him before he realizes that they aren't on good terms simply because they both have wronged each other many times, he more than her. He has a creeping feeling in his chest that he can't seem to shake, making the slowing days feel faster as he thinks to himself.

"Should I.. Say something..?"

But before anything could happen that leads him to talk to her, the bell rings, she dodges him but they stare at each other for a good 4 seconds as they pass by each other.

The next day arrives and the same conversation from the day before arises with some obvious changes, but this time, he doesn't get the sleep he wants. Last night he was up a little later than usual thinking about Kiko. Why was this Hanasahi girl lingering on his mind? Did he feel regret? No, he couldn't, because people don't regret what they do to him. But why did he have this creeping feeling in his stomach? That doesn't matter now. As he's obviously a bit stressed, Kiyotaka walks with him straight as the footsteps fall further out of sync.

"Uruma, are you alright?"

He looks at his brother and nods.

"Yeah, everything is alright, just stressed over the move."

He answers calmly, the same ritual happening as they both make their way into the classroom for one last time. They nod each other off as they go to their respective classes. Yet again, his gaze lingers on Kiko. She looked... Nice, in his eyes. He blinked slightly and looked back down at his desk as they began to chatter about the school year's finale, saying how they appreciated everyone and such even if he knew it was a lie. Why would the teachers enjoy the people who made their jobs terrible? It's probably just a prepared message anyway, that's for certain. Continuing on to lunch, he sits down with his brother and eats his rice. The rice is pretty cheap as his equally cheap wooden chopsticks help him eat from the bowl, using it to put the bowl higher and scoop it into his mouth before eating a piece of fish. He finishes his meal and a brief conversation ends between the two brothers. Uruma notices however the clouds look a little darker today as he stumbles into Kiko. She tells him they need to talk, and that he does. They move scenes to the rooftop where she turns around.

"The school year is ending, and I just wanna say...

"Say.. What..?"

"....That I hate you. Uruma. And I never wanna see you after this year."

The words that spilled from her mouth left him battered, as if a million bulls slamming into his gut as that creeping feeling infected his brain and senses, everything but his sight as he scanned her face intricately for a sign of bluff that didn't appear, but for some reason, he's distracted by something.

"I seriously cannot take you anymore, the things you've said to me? Hell, BEATING UP MY BOYFRIEND? WHAT ARE YOU A S-..."

And in that moment he really took a deep look into her face, her face was... Beautiful. Her skin was silken and smooth and he loved looking through every centimeter of it. He realized just how much he had done, but the main thought taking over his mind was how in her presence, even in the hostile version of it, time faltered, her voice, a voice that was like the birds in the morning. Or the smell of fresh air, the feeling of hiding under the covers of a cold room, the feeling of laying on a hotel bed when you arrive, the feeling of a hot drink during the cold. But her face captures that beauty more. An intangible melody that resonated with the essence of the fleeting moment. Yet, even in their loathing glare, there was a captivating twinkle in their eye that he got lost in, and made a fruitless attempt to track himself out of. A haunting beauty lingered, one that he was afraid he couldn't leave the spell off as her eyelashes danced amongst each other in a blink as she talked. His eyes delineated her eyes like the clouds he did the preceding day. Similar passionate strokes of a mental paintbrush sketched her face in every fraction of an instant during the hateful speech, as Kiko listed everything she hated about him, there was a painfully mesmerizing allure that he'd never seen before. Her hair flowed perfectly off her head as it perfectly collided with the structure of her face leaving a burning image that scarred his brain as the decibels of audible violence began to haunt him again.

"Don't you have ANYTHING to say for yourself, Uruma...?"

He wished it was true that he did. The guilt consumes him as the seconds feel as long as weeks, trying to make up his mind. The muscles in his neck move without his consent as his mental barriers are unintentionally raised higher. He wants to be vulnerable, why does it come so hard to say I'm sorry? Or acknowledge he's wrong? And why does he want to so bad? No one ever apologized to him but it felt unfair to leave her like this. But, he can't no matter how much he wishes he just isn't strong enough to tell her. He isn't strong enough to face it. He nods no, not having anything to say before abruptly walking back to the pathway to meet his brother, soft drizzle that's barely noticeable leaves the sky as the clouds he saw so beautifully yesterday block the sun from him, and give him a slight bother. Yet just like Kiko, he shouldn't yell at them, or hate them. A sinking feeling envelopes him as he feels like he's sinking to the bottom of not just a pool, but an ocean. A wave of emotions drown him in a sea of confusion. The prior splash makes him question why after everything he feels such humility? The night following is solemn as the rain of earlier picks up.