A young man about 5'3'' peered up at a tall man almost 6' dressed in a black suit.
The young man had light lime green dyed hair and brown eyes; he wore a simple white button up shirt and light blue jeans with a belt around his hips. His hair was lightly layered-- but more than his green hair-- the peach small plushie bunny he carried with him was more unique. He looked to be almost 17 and to carry this sort of thing was definately odd.
The tall man was dressed in a black business suit, thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, dark exhausted hazel eyes and midnight shaded hair. He looked to be about 19 and perhaps in a corporate business.
The young man sat outside on a patio surrounded by many types of flowers, obviously it was a hot spring day. The tall man smiled a bit at the other and sat down next to him, picking up a fine china white cup and took a sip of the dark green tea.
"I never thought to see you here, little brother," the dark one said after a few minutes.
"Your months in Africa has served your skin poorly," the other replied looking to one of the three novels on the glass tabletop.
"You're just the same," the dark one answered. "Elle..?" The younger one looked over to the hazel eyes at the sound of his name. "It's been six years." He paused as the other looked away. "You didn't leave any of these flowers on mothers grave I saw."
"A woman as ugly as she was on the inside doesn't deserve to have her soul remembered with wonderful scents such as my flowers," Elle replied flatly.
He sighed and stood up, "Father died last night."
"I know." Elle answered. "Of a heart attack right?"
"Yeah. I came to pick you up to take you to the Building."
"Why? I know he cut me out of the Wi---"
"I was told to fetch everyone."
"What a waste," Elle answered. "Sorry, Daiji, but I have no intention of returning to that house."
"Think about it," Daiji replied and walked back toward the street through the small forest of flowers, "I'll be back tonight at 8pm to hear your final choice."
Once his older brother was out of the white fence and walking down the street, Elle looked down to his peach plushie tan bunny and sighed.
"Perhaps he left me something?" He shook his head.
"Father always saw me as selfish-- he'd never be THAT kind."
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At 8pm, Elle was standing out at his gate dressed in black soft fabric jeans, a white button up shirt with a black jacket and his tan plushie in his hand. The blood red sports car came up right on the hour and the passanger door opened.
"Have you decided?" Daiji's low voice came from the driver's seat.
Elle nodded. "Even if I'm left not even a mention of my name, it'd be nice to see the others."
And Elle slipped into the passanger seat. In a few minutes, the car was driving down the north highway, heading out of the relaxing residential area to the bustling city. Elle sat and looked out the window, his plushie in his lap, silent the whole time. He was halfway listening to the spring night rain on the roof of the car and halfway listening to the relaxing violin music that was playing on a CD Daiji had slipped in to keep them both calm.
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