most likely goodies ; an update book

au story

It was around Easter time, a good day in spring where everything had smelled crisp, damp, and fresh. Seto stood outside, holding an umbrella over his head for as it was a bit too hot outside, and, using his logic, decided to shield himself from the sun. Pale skinned, short, and having a witty personality from time to time—that was Seto Source. He'd spent most his days cramped up in a library with a good book, or in his room playing League of Legends for the thousandth time.

He decided to take a short stroll down Elms Street, a pathway that led directly to his destination—the cemetery. A book was held in his left hand, a big one that he'd usually like to read while out and about. The cemetery had always been like a third home to him—since the library was his second home and his actual house was his first. Though most think the manner was quite creepy—or in other words demeaning in morals, Seto hadn't minded it much. He hummed as he hastened his pace.

It was one of those days that Seto didn't feel the need to necessarily buy anything for his mother. He figured he could just take a simple rose from the rose bush up ahead and "give" it to her. He wouldn't call it stealing, but perhaps, in a way, borrowing without giving it back. It was just a rose from a rose bush—it wasn't like he was bombing the imperial palace, or burning down a school. He chuckled at the thought and continued walking.

He eventually stopped at the rose bush. It was behind a white lining of fences that were neatly painted on. The person's house had nice grass as well, birth green and blooming with small flowers as well. They did have lawn ornaments, such as the stereotypical flamingo and gnome, but that was pretty much it. Seto took a deep breath and carefully plucked the flower from the bush. He sighed with relief for a brief moment, and was going to be on his way, but the sound of that person's door opening almost made him drop his umbrella.

"Hey!" A voice had boomed. "So you're the one stealing those flowers!"

Seto gazed upon the person who stood angrily at their doorstep. It was a male, surprisingly, taller than he was and quite older. Seto was still in college, currently being nineteen, and that person looked to be at least twenty four, in a sense. He had a distinct accent as well, it reminded him of Isaac. He was possibly British or Australian—but Seto could care less at this point. The lump in his throat prevented him to speak as the male marched over towards him, looking quite "pissed."

"A-Apologies," Seto mustered, giving a nervous chuckle as he shifted his eyes to the cement. He heard a car go by, the engine loud and crisp. It bothered him a bit.

The blond looked as if he was ready to punch the brunet, but he shook it off and gave a calm expression, "Look kid—you shouldn't steal flowers. What are you, fourteen?"

"Ninete—"

"Whatever. I'm gonna make sure that girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft."

Seto paused, contemplating. First of all, he was gay, so that didn't make the situation better. Second of all, he didn't think this man would enjoy going to a cemetery on a Tuesday morning. And lastly, Seto couldn't outrun this man, for as he looked as if he was built to a point where he could beat up six men with one punch. Being as awkward as he was, he frowned, nodded his head, and continued walking. He could hear the male's footsteps trudging behind him. Ironic the male was already dressed in nice attire.

"Where are you meeting this girl? At the nice diner downtown?"

Seto shook his head, tense, "N-Not exactly."

The male quickened his pace and was now walking besides Seto. He noticed that he had a distinctive feature—blue eyes. Seto guiltily looked down towards the pavement and adjusted his grip on the umbrella. Oh, how clueless could this guy be? He clutched the rose, as well as book, in his hand.

Seto was never the one for talking to strangers, around his friend he was quite witty and sociable. How would this guy react to going to a cemetery? How would this guy react to Seto saying "this is for my mother"? The possibilities made his head spin; how unfortunate he was today. The conflict was quite noticeable, and anyone could see that he was clearly uncomfortable with the fact that this stranger is coming with him to the cemetery.

"Can I know the girl's name?" The male broke the silence between them.

"Her name is Alicia," Seto smiled to himself.

"That's a nice name for a girl—what's your name?"

Seto hesitated. Should he give his birth name or his nickname to the stranger? He decided to go with his birth name, "Harvey."

"Oh, nice to meet you Harvey. My name is Brice."

So, Brice was his name. He didn't expect it, the male had looked more as an "Xavier." But, nonetheless, it was quite suitable. Seto noticed they were reaching the end of the street and stopped, looking both ways before crossing it. Brice chuckled, "I see you're quite cautious."

Seto turned and looked over his shoulder to see the blond standing in the middle of the street, snickering. His face went pale as he was quick to tug him across, making sure he wasn't going to get hit by a sudden car.

"Relax—it's not like I'm going to actually get hit." Seto simply just rolled his eyes at the remark and kept walking foreword.

The cemetery was nearby. They were now strolling through the small park, it brought back nostalgia. He remembered when he was a child and his mother had to push him on the swings. It felt gratifying to his younger self, it was the mixed feeling of flying and dying. How he longed to turn back the clock and whisk himself towards simpler times. He passed the swing set, pausing for a moment to touch the chains that held the swing up from the bar. It was cold and cool. Brice looked strangely at him, but decide not to question it.

They eventually finished their long stride from the park and were continuing foreword once more. The cemetery gate was in sight; it was shut and the bars seemed to loom over the graves in an eery manner. The cemetery was open to all, you just had to push the gate and you're free to come in. Seto knew that, he had been doing this for ten years. Brice, however, looked a bit pale and hoped that the brunet was not actually going to the cemetery. Part of Brice was convinced that Seto was a vampire—the pale skin and the umbrella gave it away even more. But, yeah, that was pretty far fetched.

Seto arrived at the gates. Brice slugged behind him, cautious and now well aware of his surroundings. Using all of his strength, the brunet pushed open the cemetery gates and smiled, stepping in. Brice followed, hesitant but sticking to his words. Heck, maybe Seto and Alicia had planned to meet in the cemetery, there was nothing wrong with that (or at least Brice tried to convince himself that). He followed the brunet down the gravel path.

The alignment of graves was unsettling, it gave a Halloween feel although it was spring and nearing Easter. It was dead silent, the breeze had even stopped. Seto made a turn down a line of specific graves that were simple and had no epitaphs written on them. Brice saw no girl waiting for the brunet—part of him hoped that maybe Seto was taking a short cut to the diner.

The two stopped at a grave that was just as boring as the others. No epitaph signaling a final goodbye, it was just a boring gravestone that was deteriorating. Brice squinted and gazed at the name.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
ALICIA SOURCE
MARCH 27, 1971 - SEPTEMBER 27, 2006