All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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The boy silently blinked his green colored eyes, focus on his adoptive brother. He minutely frowned, a small almost unnoticeable crease forming between his brows.
His mind remained a bit fuzzy from his previously comatose state, and there was a strange blank in his memory. He hadn't forgotten anything so to say, only the events before his fall. He could tell someone his life story without any trouble yet there was this nagging feeling, telling him that he forgot.
What?
What did he forget?
He mutely observed his grandmother and cousin, his eyes flickering to the car window as he looked at the passing scenery. From his grandmother's behavior, he didn't think it was anything important—
Wrong
It had nothing to do with his grandmother, Mikaël was the one nagging at those forgotten memories. Every time the boy tried to let them go they would come charging back the moment he laid eyes on the older's figure.
As if they were connected.
Francis didn't understand, he didn't think of himself as dumb, and for a six-year-old, he thought he was quite smart on the contrary. At least, smarter than those loud voices back at school. And those annoying adults who reprimanded him, or those housewives that picked their kids' up while clucking, truly annoying.
He digressed.
The fact was the number of people Fran considered smart or worth his time was scarce.
"'Something on your mind Francchi?"
Fran blinked, sliding his gaze to meet Mikaël's golden irises in the rearview mirror. It had been some time since he last saw his cousin, four years at least, his memory of the male was blurry yet he felt like he had seen him not so long ago.
In a dream perhaps, after his grandmother showed him a picture?
He doubted it, he didn't remember ever dreaming of the older teen in such a clear way. He hummed in answer, uttering a one-word response as he stared into those pools of mesmerizing gold as if they would tell him the answer to his 'amnesia.'
