"It's going to be okay. Here, oka-san." Sanemi scrambled to his pockets as he pulled out a leather wallet. He opened it with its zipper, giving her about 30,000 Yen.
"Where did you get all of the money?!" Shizu asked.
"I..worked." Sanemi exclaimed. "I worked at the Onigiri shop down the street."
"You didn't tell me?" Her eyes were in shock, and in pain. "You could've told me, Sanemi-kun. Your otou-san doesn't need to know."
Sanemi thought of Genya, and Genya only. "We're getting off-topic, oka-san. Give it to the hospital..or something."
"Genya doesn't need to be cast..what if.."
Sanemi smiled. A smile Shizu didn't like. His mouth contorted to an evil grin. "We run away?"
"Eh..?"
Sanemi pouted. Dropping his head down, it was his fault.
His brother was dead.
He knew he couldn't stop it in time.
It's his fault.
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Sanemi slumped on the half-bloody futon. His thoughts wouldn't stop. It felt like an emotional whirlpool inside his head. His mind, his safe place..
Shinazugawa Genya.
Genya...He was already missing him. Sanemi tried to sleep, closing his eyes–maybe. He just couldn't sleep.. He slept for 5 hours last night.
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The day after, the Shinazugawa estate was gloomy. Sanemi had extra lessons at school, implemented by Kyogo. He cared about education, money..
Sanemi put on his blouse, his arms going into the holes. He draped his navy blazer to his shoulders, not buying time to even wear it properly. Putting the tie on fairly easily, he went out. He opened the door and went out, not even bothering to indicate his leave.
By the time Sanemi went to Ikeno Yuri, he was greeted by Akina-sensei–his English teacher.
"Good morning." He said, of course, in English. "H-..How a-re you today?"
"Excellent. You are doing good in your English, Sanemi. Can you write a simple paragraph?" Akina–whose name was actually Elizabeth, came from America. She was a bright woman with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes that shined with enthusiasm. Elizabeth gave Sanemi a pencil and a small sheet of paper. "Can you write something about the leaves? Like a poem? Note that, in the last class, a poem is something with metaphors. Make it a bit descriptive."
"Okay.." He got the sheet of paper and wrote.
After he was finished, he gave the paper to Akina-sensei.
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Autumn Leaves
The leaves move with the wind.
The Anemo Archon plays his lyre.
All the strings are there.
The strings move with the breeze, with the archon flying in the air.
One of the strings broke in the lyre.
The string dangles in the Archon's arms.
His friend dies.
He mourns in shame and guilt.
4 of the strings are left.
A thousand years later, another string broke.
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The Rain Patters Down like Blood
FanfictionSanemi's family died. He doesn't know anything anymore. His friends are slowly dying because of a new virus. How would Sanemi heal from the scars of the past? Just forgive, forget, and cut. No Sanemi x reader. Contains SH and Abuse
