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Meeting Wendī Again

//this is a short spin-off/idea for a story/my view of how Yoshiro meets Wendī

//Please play the music while reading, I wrote this while listening to it you should see some connections rofl-

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The group of 15 year olds proceeded to walk up towards the mountain, the mountain that they hoped will reveal all the questions they had kept for years.

Turning around to view a run-down lodge, air thick and the scent of wild camomile. The scent felt overly familiar to both Sachi and Yoshiro as they both smell the same scent, feeding more to their speculations about the truth. Were they really there? Did they come here all for nothing? Would they make it alive?

Everyone was on their guards, all was silent until the sound of broken twigs grew louder to the lodge. Two dark figures revealed themselves, both wearing long black coats. A tall girl with white tied-long hair along with side bangs. Her eyes were blue- faded grey. A Slightly bruised face with two plasters, one patch covering her right cheek and one small plaster under her left eye.

The other was covered in black, identity was unknown. There was no-way to figure out who the girl was. Standing in a posture with her hands in her pockets as if she's waiting for the girl with white hair.

The strong smell of chamomile was thick in the air, empowering the tension with this sweet smell of what Yoshiro and Sachi calls 'home'.

The group held out their weapons and were prepared to attack, while Yoshiro and

Sachi stood there. A sudden realization hit Sachi. "Hey, Yoshi.. doesn't that-" She froze for a moment. "Doesn't that look

like...Wendī?" The words she uttered were involuntary and left her with regret. Now was clearly not the best time to bring such a sensitive topic up- the topic of yoshiro's 'dead' sister. Still, part of Sachi was relieved that she'd let it out... it was such a strange thing to see after all.

Sachi turned her head hoping not to see a face full of anger, but instead she was met with the white-haired boy silently crying. Tears hugging his cheeks as they fear not to fall off.

'Huh?' Sachi thought. The boy that was the most arrogant and crazy-hyper was now in tears. Never in her life she had seen him break into tears. 'Is this how much he misses her?' Feeling hurt in her heart regretting even bringing up the question. There was no way to bring back his dead sister.

Yoshiro stood there, looking in awe at the girl who stood before him. "Is that really you, Wendī?" About to take another step forward but he was stopped with Sachi's arm. "Listen, this just could be an illusion, Yoshi man, stay strong-" The flow of tears increased their speed, Sachi closed her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to see her cousin cry, she was sorry from the bottom of her heart.

"Yoshiro, is that you?"

"There's no way that's you.." a soft voice that was familiar to Yoshiro.

He stared at the white haired girl. His mouth was open yet unable to speak a word. The soft voice of his older sister bringing back all the memories they had treasured. He reached out his shaking hand to the white haired girl. Sachi grabbed Yoshiro from behind, locking her arms with his arms. "NO! Listen to me that's not her!" She desperately tried to persuade him.

Yoshiro struggling to get out of Sachi's lock made his earring show as it was lit by the moonlight. The white haired girl widened her eyes in shock as it was the same earring that she is wearing. "Yoshiro, that's really you isn't it?" She spoke as quiet as a whisper. "Why did you have to see me like this.."