Miharu was in the kitchen, making breakfast as usual. The t.v. was playing baseball in the background. Yukimi must have left it on when he went to have a shower. A pitch black cat was sleeping soundley on the couch, taking up more space then he used to. The wind coming through an open window ruffled some of papers and pictures(ones he had taken)that where on the wall. Miharu continued with his preparations. Needing a bowl he opened up the corner cupboard. Of course the one thing thing he wanted was on the top shelf. He may be taller now but that didn't change that he was still too short to reach that high. That didn't stop him from attempting it. So close. His fingertips could just barley touch the edge of his intended target. Suddenly he could feel someone behind him, grabing with ease the item Miharu wanted. The man now crowding Miharu skinny body deep in the corner of the counter, waved the bowl in his face.
"This what you wanted shorty?" Teased a familiar deep voice.
Miharu folded his arms across his chest, "actually I wanted the yellow one."
"Well you are on your own there. Do you need me to grab you a stool?" Yukimi said placing the bowl in his hand before Miharu. Yukimi was still behind Miharu. The dark haired man seized the oppurtunity. In one swift movement, he drove a boney elbow into the blondes ribcage. Yukimi staggered backward. "Wow assulting a cripple, how rude." He was hinting to his missing right arm.
"I think you mean old cripple."
"Hey I am not old. Older than you though. I think I deserve some respect here kid."
Miharu went on with breakfast, using the bowl Yukimi had got down for him. "I am not a kid I am 20 years old."
Yukimi leaned against the counter. "I don't know about that, 20 year olds don't need help reaching top shelves." Joked Yukimi.
Miharu turned abruptly waving a spatula. "I know how to use this. Besides I am not much shorter than you." He was right. Miharu came up right under Yukimi's nose. Before Miharu turned back around, Yukimi pulled him in close with his only arm.
"Yup but you are still skinny as a bean pole." The blonde tapped his fingers on Miharu's side, right where it was tickleish. The dark haired man squirmed. "I am always scared one touch is gonna break you." He wasn't kidding here, Miharu really did look fragile at times.
"Well with a hand as big as yours that's not surprising." The smaller man smirked. His smirk was met with kiss. He clung to Yukimi's white shirt, trying not to loose balance as his knees grew weak. The taller man could feel this. To help, he moved back and rested Miharu against the counter for extra support. Their kiss was deep, the only thing that pulled them from it was a quiet mew from Yoi. They both turned to look at the cat. "It's Yoite's memorial day today." Miharu said softly, resting his head on Yukimi's chest.
"Oh yeah thats today." Miharu glanced at Yukimi with a dark glare. "What?"
"How could you forget that!?" He gave him a big backhand to the gut. "Now get out of my kitchen before I really use this spatula on you." Miharu knew Yukimi didn't forget. They could never forget, it meant too much. But his dorky remark was a good excuse to get him out of the space so he could finish cooking.
Later that day, they were at Toabri and Hana's. Everyone else had made it too. Yukimi's sister, Amatatsu was teasing him about being late as soon has he entered the house. He of course tried to blame it on Miharu and Yoi, and of course she didn't believe him. They argued all the way into the other room. Miharu was being hailed to come sit next to his old school friend, Raimei. He did so. Instantly she was quite energetially making conversation. Her brother Raiko would have told her to calm down if he wasn't so busy beating Gau in a game of cards. Miharu had a feeling that Raiko was cheating in some way, just to watch Gau get frustrated. Soon Tobari, Amatatsu, Hana, and Yukimi rentered the room, bringing food, lemonade, and candles with them. The night went on. Everyone laughing and catching up with everyone else. When it finally got late enough and the moon was large in the sky Hana turned out the lights and passed each attendee a candle. Miharu loved this part of the night. Everyone would get a candle, light it, then share a favorite memorie of Yoite. As each person shared they would blow out their candle till the room was completely dark. It meant a lot because at one point he had taken all these memories from them. It was important to remember because it hurt so much when he couldn't. When the all the candles were no longer aflame, they sat in silence for a moment. Soon though everyone was back to the usual. This was about the time when Miahru snuck out on to the porch. Yukimi joined him.
"Aren't you cold out here?" he asked.
"No." Miharu replied. It was apperent he was lying because a shiver ran down his spine. Yukimi put his large jacket around Miharu and drew him in close.
"Why do you always sit out here?"
"Yoite and I sat out here. We just talked, but thats was enough for me."
"Yoite also liked the night." He snuggled closer into Yukimi. After a few moments of silence Miharu spoke. "I heard something once and I realize how true it is when I am with you."
Yukimi buried his nose in Miharu's wavy hair. "And whats that?"
"Even after that someone vanished from this world, he or she lives within us, binding us together all the more tightly."
-Raiko Nabari No Ou Volume 11.