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Chapter 2- Birth

Yin-Pov

            Why doesn't Yang ever come out? I miss him. We used to be so close but then he just shut himself away saying “I need to think,” and I haven’t seen him in almost a 1000 years.

            That's it I’m going to go tell him how I feel.

            I walked down the white hallway of the house till I reached a black door. I knocked. There was no answer as usual. I just started talking thru the door and before I knew it I mentioned being lonely and me came out. I would have bin exited but then I saw the look in his eye.

            He was so angry. As he yelled I couldn’t help but notice that sadness tinted his voice. Sadness mixed with anger it was an emotion I had seen so many times when people prayed to me after tragedies. It broke my hart, I couldn’t help bit cry. 

            Yang slowly patted my head as I hugged. It was nice having him hear with me, but it hurts me when I see him sad.

            After I finished crying yang insulted me saying I wasn’t cute. Then he started smoking again. I don’t understand why he does that. He says it’s relaxing but I think it has something to do with his inner chuuni.

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            “ I’m heading out,” Yang said.

“ B-but what about the…” I trailed off. He was so desperate to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone.

            He quickly explained his plan, and left before I could say anything else.

            Time slowly passed as I watched the earth. One day turned to a week. I started to get worried. One week turned to a month. The worry was gnawing at my insides, but somehow I knew he was ok. I could feel it in the core of my being. The more I paid attention to that feeling the calmer I felt. After another eight months. It happened. In a small town in Japan a boy was born.

            The baby was a little chubby. A few strands of black hair adorned his head. His eyes were an extremely dark brown nearly black.

Of course this baby was Yang.

I laughed. Then I rolled on the floor some while still laughing. My intimidating brother was now a chubby little baby’. Than I thought about it ‘my brother is a tiny little chubby baby. My laughter was renewed as I watched the baby Yang.

            Yang’s dad wrote a name on a piece of paper before he left.

Ken Yuki.

Ken grew up quickly. He quickly thinned down by the time he was four. He was adorable. He wore a white shirt and jeans on the first day of kindergarten. The rondesu (Author’s corner: please tell me if I spelled that right. Sorry if it’s wrong) on his back only made him look cuter. He got full marks on his grammar and spelling tests every time, which stunned all of his teachers. He never made many friends. He looked like a brooding teen trapped in a kids body, but there was a small spark in his eyes that showed the excitement he had for just being alive.

His new life brought him so much joy. It made me so happy. Plus it was like having a reality TV. Show meant for only her.