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Kiiroi stared at his typing skills, or rather the medium with which he is now using to vent his annoyance. The computer, word program. Thing. He continued to click on the keys in boredom. He hadn't even done a thing that he had wrote down in his journal for today. And now...


An older boy was on the opposite end of the room, poking at the keyboard of the computer. Even while he was in his "condition" he could poke at the keyboard and there would appear something on the screen. Was it electric signals that he's interfering with?

He hopped onto the seat, with no avail, going through it. He tried again, sighing, and didn't relax himself on the chair. Akane started to type, words actally appearing on the screen. He raised a finger, just to test something out, and its tip almost reached the screen when-

"Akane, don't get yourself electrocuted."

He lowered his hand, resignly saying, "Fine."

A person... Company like Akane was enough already. He tilted his head aside and stared at the girl who had just came in, thinking to reply or not. It took him longer to consider his circumstances because Akane was there.

He chose to reply a ,"Good afternoon," and continued to hit the keyboard in a frenzy almost maddening way. He didn't show that he was irritated though.

Akane, however, looked up, having remembering and was trying to place her voice. He turned around in his chair slowly, trying to not unbalance himself on the chair. "Oh, it's you. You were on the roof several days/weeks ago. Ember, your name?" he asked politely. He didn't know where he'd go with the conservation but he should try to become more open, if a bit.

"It's pleasant to see you again, as well," he replied, Kiiroi's habitual polite words entering into his dialogue. He attempted a weak smile. "'So, what brings you here?"

His brother had sort of the even more slightly irritated manner. And began pounding the keyboard really hard. Oh, he so now has something worthwhile to write in his Stats Booklet. So that was what he did on the roof. His annoyance amplified his all the more ramling manner...

He decided a rude manner would be at home when scolding his brother, "And you never told me why again, Akane?" he asked with a rough tone yet still overly polite.

"I... sorta forgot," he concluded, hoping the excuse satisfied Kiiroi.

"Curiousity." Akane looked around to Kiiroi who was still "glaring" at him.

"Tch," the younger brother cutting in, harshly, with an abnormally furious tone. "His little rendevous up on the roof several days ago in which he came close to death, being the ignorant one." He rolled his eyes at this. "And yes, he was supposed to tell me, really."

"Kiiroi, you don't have to know everything," he countered, with almost an equal tone. He didn't care about Kiiroi's multipuersonality and moodiness. He did't care about the concern that probably laid under his tone. But, well, "It's over now."

"I know," he said quickly, almost losing all his pented up anger. Okay, maybe it was Akane, but his carefreeness got to him, and he decided to surf on the web if Akane wanted to stay here for like, ever.

"Yeah," Akane started, looking at his brother for a reaction, but got none, "Kiiroi's my younger brother."

The said person continued to surf the web, going from one website to another, apparently very, very bored," So, Ember," he decided to ask, "Do you mind telling me what happened on the roof?"

The fifteen-year-old ran over in his mind a flashback. He had went to the roof, found a maniac killer, almost was attacked by a scythe, and through it all he only cared if it...hurt. Kiiroi really had an excuse to get angry.