Notes

There's time she feels disappointed with her body, right now is one of those scarce occasions. The small girl with a long beautiful hair is busy craning her beautiful neck, stretching it to the brim of pain just for looking around in the middle of sea mass people. Briefly, she glares halfheartedly to her feet that are using a pair of beautiful getā. That is not a right decision after all, seeing her state where she cannot jump nor stands on her tiptoes to look for those....

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Mind you, suddenly a loud screeching interrupts her concentration, "Whoaa!" The girl with the raven hair quickly catches herself up as she almost stumbles over someone, because she momentarily lost her footing. Her raven locks moves as she whips her head right to that almost unfortunate person. "I'm so-" A wave of girl passes near her forcefully cuts her apology in an instant. Unluckily this seems tips off her balance once again, this time she doesn't have any time to catch her own body.

Thankfully a familiar strong arm wraps around her body that clad with her favorite black yukata. "Ara~ ara..." Her back touches the owner of hand's chest right some seconds before she hits the pavement. The girl's lovely black hair move as she tilts her head to her savior. From the heated stares she gets, she could definitely says he is one of the sources from her miserable evening. Knowing it, she cannot helps but gleams to the familiar purple eyes that clashing with her red orbs.

"Humm Tsu-chan, that is not the right way to appreciate someone’s help." The guy with purple eyed iris says as his gaze is still calm as ever. "Who's fault in the first place huh?" 'Tsu-chan' snaps at that person meanwhile her slims arms that covered with the black and patterned yukata’s sleeves, flails around to show her dissatisfied with their current position right now. "Let go, Hiro."

"It's Hiro /nii-sama/..." Someone’s correcting her with a kind tone yet stern enough for Tsubaki to grimace. This time a familiar figure with almost identical black yukata enters her vision. Lucky them, they're in the public. If no, she probably gets a long and painful speech about her good-nothing manner.

"Mikoto Aniki." Tsubaki doesn't grant her oldest brother wishes just like that. But after 'Aniki' comes out from her mouth, a satisfied aura swirls around Mikoto. His large palm comes into contact with Tsubaki’s dark hair and messes it up, “Good girl.” With a mocking smile her older brothers says that. "Both of you, take your hands off from me." Her request falls look like it falls into a deaf ears as her 'sister complex' brothers don't do anything at all. Oh well, Mikoto stares at her in an ‘expecting’ kind of gaze. This draws a sigh from the youkai girl as she adds, "Please."

Hiro, just like a nurturing brother he is, makes sure Tsubaki stands correctly before draws his long arms back to the side of his body. Meanwhile Mikoto tugs a strand of dark lock, that earns another angry look from the fox girl, and removes his calloused hand from the top of the black mass.

Those full grown up men know it well they're still under a heavy surveillance of many desperate girl that create a circle for them. These switches their 'host mode: on'. The white haired lad lifts the corners of his lips to create a blinding flirty smile. His right hand that was previously catching Tsubaki now gives the girls a faint wave.
"Excuse us, Ladies. We need to take care our lovely sister first."

"Yes. We wish you have a good evening, Ladies." Right after Hiro finished his sentence; Mikoto opens his mouth and said this with a graceful posture; where he put his arms inside the yukata's sleeves and beaming 'kindly'. On the other hand, Tsubaki merely snickers silently to those awful behaviour until they grabs her hand. Those long fingers intertwine with her more short and dainty finger, "Let's go." They start to wander around on that crowded festival.

An hour passed, now Mikoto and Hiro totally changed into a big brother mode on as their hands full of stuff that they bought for Tsubaki. They don't know something may happen when the youngest brother throws a playful compliment to a stranger.

"That man is a beauty." Hiro's comment followed by some sarcastic mark from Mikoto, that teased his younger
brother desperate attempt to look for a lover. Usually Tsubaki merely brushes this kind of occasion, but she cannot ignore the tug of her instinct to take a look to this 'beauty'. Her red orbs followed her light haired brother's sight....

A gasp escapes from the Miyaguchi girl. The shaved ice she holds hit the pavement not too long after that, created a loud splash voice. The usual small eyes widen upon meeting that beautiful shaped back. After seeing a familiar silhouette, she is distracted for mere seconds. Her eyes glazes, a pair of lips that was smiling now tightly clasped and forms a thin line. Doesn't remember about her current attire and environment, Tsubaki dashed forward; chasing the man with a long black flowy hair that tries to blends and fades away with the crowd. That! A familiar kimono she remembers very well. Yes, that man painfully similar with someone from her past.
On the other hand, Hiro that is sensing something off; glances to Tsubaki. The image that mirrored to the white haired man's eyes stole his breath away, the back that he always guards; looks like it will go away forever. In a desperate attempt, "Tsu-chan!" The youngest son of Miyaguchi clasped the girl's wrist.

Briefly, Tsubaki looks back. She could see the brimming tears on those amethyst eyes that solely focused on her. With a sad smile, she murmurs an apology then pulls her wrist hard enough so Hiro let it go. The youkai girl's expression doesn't show any hesitation at all as she lost in the crowds. Hiro got panicked and pulls Mikoto to follow their little sister. Run. Run. Run. The blurry sight on her eyes are the proof, she is desperately chasing that person. Yes, she is not a human. But still the aggressive contact between her haena and skins caused painful scratches that stings, this doesn't stop her at all.

Luckily for her, the man stops near the bridge that no one is around. Sensing her chance, Tsubaki shouts with every pores on her body, "Kazegami-sama!" 'Kazegami' turns his neck for a bit. Meanwhile Tsubaki eyes focused on that man side profile, to make sure she doesn't get this wrong... After those painful nights... The long haired girl opens her mouth to ask...

Until the sound of fireworks interrupts her. In a daze, she looks up for some seconds. Too bad. Again, she lost her chance when her eyes lands back to the previous spot that Kazegami stood... He is nowhere to be seen. With that, all of her wall crumbles down. Her knees falls down and hit the pavement with a dull thud. Tsubaki breaks down, she sobs loudly with the fireworks as her friends.

Seeing Tsubaki cries is a very rare sight. Even they've lived with her more than fifteen years, this is the first time she's crying after she got her memories back. Those painful sobs tears those two brothers' heart as they find her kneels down with a trembled body. She doesn't need to explain anything. Two pairs of large arms circles her shaking body, to engulf her into a hug.

Tsubaki mumbles, "...you see." In the middle of her sniffles, they could hear her voice.... "He did set me free.... But, he took away the first kindness and happiness... I felt." The black lock that was covering her entire head moved as she tilts her head to see her brothers. The wet streaks on her composed face are making the brothers feel angry and useless in the same time. All they could do only give some reassuring pats and hug for their sister.

Tsubaki grows quiet after her sad littlle monologue. Hiro checks her up only to realize something.
"She fainted." A calm voice reached both Mikoto's and Hiro's ears. Those Miyaguchi brothers grow alert as a figure comes closer, but they simply only can stare.

The man is simply dazzling.

They cannot budge an inch even when that unknown man touches Tsubaki's face, wiping the tears with a sad expression dawns on his face. "Not yet, my dear Kitsune. Not yet." That's been said, and the stranger is gone.