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Let Yuuta rest, that’s what he had to do. At present, Syuusuke’s brother sat in the underbrush of the forest, his back resting against a tree. What would have been and was in fact a one day trek for the others turned out to be considerably longer for Yuuta and Syuusuke due to the wounds Yuuta inflicted upon himself during the transformation.
“I’ll be right back,” Syuusuke breathed with an affectionate smile as he knelt next to his brother’s sleeping form. He ruffled the younger boy’s hair before standing up and walking past the trees directly across from him. He wasn’t leaving him; he was just exercising his legs, getting a chance to breathe. Watching his brother sleep was difficult because he felt responsible for his condition: it was somehow his fault that Yuuta dressed as a werewolf; it was his fault he lost Yuuta in the fog; it was his fault he couldn’t stop Yuuta from changing and stop him from hurting himself.
As he walked, he saw some flowers. He smiled and knelt next to them, remembering how he’d managed to lose Mizuki, but immediately frowned when he realized the severity of what he’d done. He didn’t know how dangerous the woods were and though Mizuki scoffed at the hazards, Syuusuke wasn’t entirely certain Mizuki was taking it as lightly as he behaved.
The flowers were small but abundant. They seemed dark in contrast with Syuusuke’s pale skin when he put his hand behind them to get a better look. Violets, wild violets, native to North America. He read about them once in a short story, the Queen of the Weeds, taking over a garden with beauty and grace. He’d never actually seen them before and wondered vaguely if he was recognizing them correctly, but he didn’t care much. He also wondered if this forest existed in North America, if that's where they'd ended up, but decided not to think on it since it would only confuse him and everybody else even more. He'd store the knowledge for a later day, he decided, when everyone's dealt with the initial shock of being... transported was the word he decided to use.
Absently, he picked a few and pocketed them. Although he typically didn’t care much for Mizuki’s opinion of him, he felt the deed he did was one that warranted an apology. The Queen of the Weeds, he though, was a perfect “I’m sorry” that not only suited Mizuki’s personality, but should he decide to use them as fashion accessories, they would accent his complexion beautifully.
It was one of the most sincere backhanded compliments Syuusuke had ever decided to give. He smiled at himself and set off once more, walking only a little further before deciding it best to go back to his brother, Yuuta.
Hajime-chan, I do believe I've found you your flowers. ^_^ You must join us so that I can give them to you.