Undying Love.

["Bexi" Leggert]

Bexi smiled and laughed, her laughter sounding strangely out of key with some of the others around her, including her parents who were there to support Diane's parents. But they would never say anything against her.

She wanted to thank Kurt for not making a big deal out of this, letting her deal with what was going around in her own, slightly counter-productive, way. She was also glad that Ryan had slunk away in his strange, quiet way. "You? Kick my lightening fast reflexes' ass? Kirby Kirby Kirby..." she shook her head slowly, "I've been playing computer games since, well, the original Kirby. But I will enjoy a challenge."

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[(Seth) Melville]

Melville was outside the funeral, staying outside before he had to go inside. A cigarette was on his lips, something to help him calm down, the hand that wasn't watching it was holding onto Mayu's hand.

"Wait..." he called quickly, pulling Mayu back as a small car pulled its way forwards. He pulled Mayu back as gently but as quickly as he could, back into thick bushes, where he could just see what was happening through the light of the trees.

Sharon was stepping out of the car, Michael close behind. Melville felt in agony as he watched his mother struggle with herself, her mascara already more on her cheeks than her eyelashes. And even Michael, who he'd never really seen show any kind of emotion, had a helpless lost look on his face. He barely dared to breath in case they looked back and saw them. "Mum still thinks I'm dead..." he explained quietly when they'd gone inside. "And Michael still doesn't understand magic." he looked down, "How the fuck do we explain this?" he asked, looking helpless.

[Mayu Nami Yoshiko]

Mayu looked up at him, her face paler then the white dress she wore. Her long hair was pulled up into an elegant yet simple pin, one strand hung along the left side to frame her frozen face. "We don't." she said coolly, lacking any emotion that was evident on everyone's face. She didn't like this, didn't like mourning for her friend while everyone watched. A porcelain doll, that's what she felt like. A beautiful person, with cold skin, fake smiles, and nothing inside.

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville wrapped his arms tightly around Mayu, still watching as the people entered. He shouldn't have been surprised that his childhood 'friends' were all there, and he vaguely wondered if it had been the same for his own funeral. He kissed Mayu on the top of her head, not really wanting to watch anymore. "We don't...? How do you mean?" he asked slowly, not quite understanding as per usual.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit looked down for a while. The silence was awkward, and it was starting to fill with people he neither knew thought cared about. From the looks of things, the boy's side was still looking thin. "Braxton..." he said softly, looking around him. "Brendan... didn't have anyone bit Diane and us, did he?" he said softly, the realisation creeping in, guilt swarming him. He should have been closer, should have been a better friend.

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[Mayu Nami Yoshiko]

Mayu yelped as the firey cancer stick came close to her skin. "Watch where you swing that thing!" she frowned, wiggling closer to him but barely reaching his shoulders. "I mean, we walk in there like we don't have a care in the world and not give a explanation. Pay our respects, watch them get... put in the ground, and then walk off." she rolled her eyes, reaching up to take thing he insisted on having from between his fingers. "No more. They make you smell bad." she complain, smooshing it between the ground and her white ballet flat.

[(Seth) Melville]

Melville looked at her like she'd lost her mind, then turned away, dropping her. "If you think I'm quitting smoking and watching my sister get put in the ground on the same day, you've got another thing coming..." he said to her in a growling voice. He was not in the mood for these things now.

He turned away, keeping some distance from her but making sure that he was still hidden. "That's easy for you, isn't it Mayu? That's my mum," he said, his voice cold. "And this is Diane and Brendan's day, not ours. You want to walk in there and show them that death has a two way door? That its ok for them not to worry because they'll come back like us? They won't, and it'll hurt them even more when they realise it..." he said, explanations and theories coming to his mind that he had spent weeks thinking through, even before he knew that Diane would die.

[Antosha Cobb]

Anto looked at his face in pain, ice dripping off his every movement. "Dear god, make me forget..." he prayed, pulling on his sheer white jacket. Yes, he was wearing white to the funeral of this girl he loved. The joint funeral, he reminded himself with a grimace. His attire was simple; white pant, black shoes, white shirt, black tie, white jacket, black nails. Like a tiny checkered board. Ant forced away the tear, despite the cold growing around him.

He walked in, not looking at anyone, not speaking a word as he made his way slowly to Diane's side. The side that should still be his, not some dead boys. He closed his eyes, gently touching her hand with his own ice grip. Everything hurt inside, every part of him that Brynn had never ever touched. He pulled away, taking a seat far away from everyone else, glaring at anyone who came near. It's your fault, if you had never come near her....

[Braxton Reid]

Braxton shook his head, looking at his brother, lying there. He knew people would be mistaking the two, thinking that -instead of it being Braxton- Brendan had gotten snake bites.

"Diane, you, me and daddy." He said, looking away. "And daddy died about a month ago. So.. We were the only people he had.."

He started crying again, feeling so broken. The boy who had been there since Braxton could remeber was really gone.

"Hes not coming back this time, Kit.."

[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan looked around the room, knowing that he could see everyone. There were a few faces that he recognized, but no one that particularly interested him. He saw the bright white of the boys outfit and smiled slightly to himself, watching him with interest. He saw him move to Diane, saw the pain of lost love, and knew who he was.

He walked towards him, knowing that it was a dangerous move but feeling that it would have needed to be done, for Diane's sake. "You're Antosha, aren't you." he said. It was a statement, not a question. "You're either brave or stupid coming here in white. Especially with your...name" he said, his eyes cold.

"My name's Ryan, and I'm one of Diane's cousins. She spoke a lot about you, very little of it good. And unfortunately, people tend to believe the people they trust even when they don't believe themselves," he looked around himself, "Just be wary - your love for her may be plain as day to us two, but to her family you were cruel. They watched her cry over you too many times. She'd be sad to see you hurt so... be careful." he said coldly, preparing himself for the boy to strike out at him for being the messenger.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit looked down, feeling his eyes beginning to blur again. It wasn't meant to happen, he wasn't meant to cry... He put his arm around Braxton comfortingly. It wasn't meant as affectionate, but he looked like he needed to be held and no one else was around, and Kit needed something to hold onto. "No..." he said softly. "H-he's not..." he breathed.

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[Mayu Nami Yoshiko]

Mayu crossed her arms, pulling away from him in a tiny act of emotion. "If I stay distant, it doesn't hurt." she hissed, turning her back to him. "You know what, Mel? Deal with this on your own, I'll be back at midnight." she said, throwing the pack of cigarettes to his face and walking away. She bit her lip, holding her arms closer across her chest to keep form breaking into two as she faded quickly, glad that it wasn't a nonmagic area.

[Braxton Reid]

Braxton leaned against him, burrying his face in his hands. How could this have happened? How could the one person he looked up to be gone? Brendan still had things to do, a wonderful girl to marry. A life to live..

And all that had been taken away from him in one cruel day. He had been through so much. And once he finally had the chance to be normal, to be happy, that was all taken away from him. He looked back, Brendans side looking bare. People were few and far between. In fact, besides Kit, Kurt and his two friends and Mr Weatherly, Brendan had no one else there.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit held onto Brendan, tears falling from his eyes when it hadn't even really started yet, telling Braxton that everything would be alright when Kit didn't really believe it. He hated to think of what it would be like to see a sibling die, a twin die, to watch them being dead and seeing your own face.

Kit closed his eyes, unable to think about it anymore. It was hard enough dealing with this himself. "Braxton..." he said slowly, "Diane and Brendan... they worked it out, didn't they?" he asked, feeling stupid for asking - of course they wouldn't have been buried together if not! - but he just wondered if anyone had asked that question. "He-he looked so heartbroken when I last saw him..."

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[(Seth) Melville]

Melville rolled his eyes. Mayu's bad moods were definitely not what he needed today. "Mayu!" he called her, trying to grab her before she disappeared but she slipped through his fingers. "Fucksake..." he swore quickly, finding himself alone.

He picked up the packet of cigarettes again, taking one out quickly with shaking hands. He struggled with the lighter in his anxiety, his eyes watering and refusing to acknowledge them. "Come on, for fucksake..." he swore at the lighter before it finally lit the cigarette.

He turned back to the funeral home, looking through his hiding place, debating on what to do. He couldn't enter, not with his mother there. A single tear ran down his face. Why did everything have to be going wrong when it had finally seemed so right. "See you later, Princess..." he said, turning away and starting the walk home.