Unji, are you jealous of my umbrella?

There is no love

like the love for a brother☂️

CARRD // Penned by Kai

"Hah? Trouble what now?" The first impression this guy left was immediately wasn't positive in the slight. Yet, something about his facial features reminded her of someone... "Ah. Since y'know about that, we probably go way back. Glad I didn't have to catch ya up to speed 'bout it. Saved me the trouble. So... yeah. You're right. I don't remember." But a part of her felt actually delighted seeing him... again? No, that wasn't right. What was weirder was the urge to link her arms around his. Not in a romantic way obviously- it was more out of a... habit kind of thing. "Dunno why I'm sayin' this, but with the glasses... it looks pretty off. I mean, the more I look, it's strangely fitting on you. And if it's something that helps yer eyes, it's fine and all. Ya need that for readin' books?"

The young man was taken a bit aback by her rather reserved attitude, but was quick to remind himself of the amnesia. The way she looks at him sort of reminded him of the day they first met. Not that he blamed her of course, in fact. He admired the fact she had guts enough to just confront someone like him with no fear.

Zuma messed with his glasses as he heard her comment on them. Suddenly memories of the whole thing went through his mind. That's right... it was sort of his fault that she was like that, she went there to help him.

"Ah this?" He stated, rubbing the back of his head, unsure of how to proceed.

Zuma always knew how to properly compensate someone for a physical injury, or even an assist on fighting some punk. But amnesia... that's a first.

"Yeah.... long story short... ya lost of memories by tryin' to help me... sorry 'bout that."

Zuma uttered awkwardly, he was never the most socially tactful person ever, so explaining this to a girl after a rather unique situation sort of left him in a bind.

"Ppssttt...hey bud ...buddy oiii " she calls out to the tall kid with a worried look on her face. "This might be weird as hell to ask but, have ya seen a duck with a Spade on its back? "

The young man raised his eyebrow as he heard the odd lady speak about a duck with a... spade on his back? Zuma been around for long enough to meet all sorts of people, from deluded to addicts, so this type of random question didn't really phase him all that much.

"Can't say I have." He replied, hands in his pockets. "Maybe I can help ya find it, where didja last lost the Spade Duck?"

There's a good chance that the lady was delusional, but a spade duck wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen this week, so if it is real, Zuma felt bound to help her out.

"..."

It was cold that day, rain falling down hitting the tombstone, the sound, oddly soothing.

Today wasn't her anniversary, nor of her death, but the young man felt compelled to be there. He brought so much suffering to her in life, the least he could do was to show up today... he just had to.

He didn't have money for a bouquet, so he stole some flowers of a garden near his house. Sunflowers... her favourite.

"Sorry, I couldn't get somethin' fancier." The young man spoke in a low voice. "Money been a Lil tight lately and... I couldn't find a job yet due to... well ya know what am I like."

The young man reminisces of everything that happened since his last visit, how his already insane life just became even crazier thanks to some group of misfits invading his life.

"I never been good with words... but... I promise, I'll be better... I'll show ya... You'll be happy that I've-"

The young man felt his words get stuck as his throat tightened, he can't talk about that day, not alone.

"I'll be a better son..."

After spending a few some seconds in silence, the young man finally put the bouquet of front of the woman's tombstone, giving one last solemn look.

"Oh, clingy boyfriend, 'sup."

Zuma was working as a part-time construction assistant as he noticed the red-haired young man passing by. He lifted his helmet and approached the other.

"Did anythin' happen? Is she okay?"

By she, the former delinquent meant Momo, he assume the other came here for her, since the girl's the one thing that Zuma and clingy boyfriend had in common. And he was more than aware that this wasn't a social call, considering the other held Unji in quite a low regard.

"So what? Ya think I did it gramps?!"

A young man who couldn't be more than fifteen years old was sitting at a bench of a police station, hands cuffed behind his back. His eyes glaring at a the weirdly posh man wearing a wine-colored suit and some sort of frilly thing around his neck.

Thay man had a rather stern look in his eyes, even more intense than of the young delinquent.

"I've done a lot of shit, but I'd never kill anyone. Takin' people's lives is disgustin'!"

He exclaimed loudly, the young man was being arrested for suspicion of murder, due to being found near the body, his hands covered in the victim's blood.

"Oi! Are you the horseface they call Kuwabara?"

A young man angrily called out, no older than fourteen, practically piercing the red-haired delinquent with a glare.

The teen was wearing a puffy jacket and thick eyeliner. Hands in his pockets as he approached the other in heavy steps.

"Damn you're ugly, I can rearrange that face for ya."

The boy exclaimed with the intention of riling the other up. According to his sources, this Kuwabara is one of the strongest delinquents on this side of Japan, and it's been a while since he has let off some steam.

"Are ya hurt?"

The young man knelt down as he analyzed the wound on the girl's leg. His eyes kinder than the ones he has in his human form. His hand gently touching her shoulder.

"Doesn't seem that deep but... if you need some help, I can carry ya."