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Rylin paused and turned his head slightly to glance back to the soft-spoken girl, the black rose held against his pale face to hide a smile. With a nod of his head, he turned and walked back into the house, gently closing the door behind him. Their business was none of his affair until they brought him or Raelin into it. He heard them and knew very well that they were lost, afterall, Rylin and Raelin's house was the only unique house out of the rows and rows of tidy little houses. Getting easy was quite lost, every house looked the same except for the one that they stood infront of, finding your way back was quite difficult without the help of those that lived and knew the neighborhood well. Rylin sat down at the table and lifted his glass, moving it in a circular motion to mix the thick red liquid contained in it, and when he looked up, the rose still held to his face, he met a pair of green eyes glaring at him from across the table.
"Raelin.."

"Every day, Rylin. Every. Damn. Day. You always manage to do it. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I want you to stop. Okay? Enough is enough, you know when to quit, and it's quitting time."
Raelin looked as if she were about to burst into tears. She knew that Rylin would know what she was talking about. He always managed to upset her day by day. It seemed that he could never just let her be, he was always meddling into her affairs when they were none of his business. He had a life, so why couldn't he stay out of her life? Why did he have to be the type of older brother that always pestered their younger sister. Mainly, why did he have to be the type of brother to embarrass and upset her by talking about her being in the shower or dressing in her room. She knew that there were perverts around, and that it was Rylin's way of warning her, but she was sick and tired of it... and frankly, she was sick and tired of him. With one last blink and her glare lightening slightly, she stood and walked up the stairs to her room, slamming the door angrily.

Rylin sighed and stood, walking to the fridge to put the wine glass in it. He then walked into the living room and sat in a large velvet chair, pulling down a rather old book.
"She knows I can't enjoy my meal when she's so upset. Little sister's are so pesky."

Raelin clung gently to Jepherie's arm as they walked down the streets. Their house was the only house with a dead yard, black roses growing, vines creeping up the sides of the house, and the only house that was tall and black. Everything else was so much more different and lively. Raelin had never been outside the comforts of her home before, and Jepherie went from being quiet and good-mannered to a full out rebel when their Mother went out and wouldn't return for about a day or two. This was rather quite scary for the little witch. Finding Jeph's hand, she gently took it and still hugged his arm, hiding her face behind his shoulder. Every now and then she threw a emerald-eyed glance towards their older brother, Rylin.

"Are you sure we should be doing this, Jepherie?"

Jepherie rolled his brilliant green eyes once more and sighed heavily. Stopping he pushed his shades down to the tip of his nose and stared over them down at Raelin. He tossed a glance to Rylin and sighed again. His ears were perked, and his tail was still.

"Look, we've been through this already. If you're scared, go back home. If not, then come along. You don't have to do what we do, Raelin, we're just sick and tired of being cooped up in the house. Mom shouldn't get too mad, and if she does, then she can take it out on me. I promise you won't get in trouble, okay?"

Raelin cast a sidways glance to the ground and then looked back up to Jepherie, smiling softly while still gently holding onto his hand and clinging to his arm. Though she did relax a little bit.

"Okay, Jepherie. You're the best brother ever!"

She let go and walked over to Rylin, climbing up onto his back and draping her arms around his neck for a piggy-back ride.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Jepherie started to walk again before glancing behind him, his shades already pushed back up to the bridge of his nose, his brown bangs falling into his eyes while the rest of his hair framed his hair and feathered out at the ends.

"Oh, and one more thing. I am not your brother. I'm not even family, so don't even call me that. Just think of me as a friend, got it? Being called brother is annoying."

Whoot. Continuing from the thread, the little kidnapping incident.
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"A dream...?" Had he been dreaming? "I can't remember, really. I'm sorry..." Rylin looked upset, and that made him feel bad. Luciel sat up, his eyes glazed-over. One thing about Luciel that would probably never change was that he was always slow to wake up and dazed until he did. It was an odd little quirk, but that was how it always was. In this state, he might not see the blaringly obvious right away. xD;

Luciel's ears drooped a little. He couldn't remember a thing, but according to what Rylin said, they seemed to have known each other for a while. But Rylin had said 'again,' so did this mean that he forgot things often? Did he have memory problems? Rylin had also said he took care of him...so was he sick, then? Was it because he seemed to keep losing his memory or was it something else? A hand unconciously went up to his neck and tugged out his necklace, toying with it. "Hey Rylin? Am I ill?"

"How they once were?" What were things like now, then? How'd he lose his memory? So many questions... Luciel didn't really understand, but he supposed that was okay. Things would make sense if he waited for the answers to come, right? And anyway, Rylin seemed like a nice person. Sorta like a brother, or a good friend. "Yeah, a little."

Luciel thanked Rylin before eating his salad. His tail wagged slightly while he ate; he was still a dog, after all, and he was being petted and fed at the same time. A real dog would probably be feeling pretty happy right about now.

While he ate, he let his mind wander from one thing to the other, but eventually all trains of thought arrived at the same destination: he didn't remember a thing. That left only one thing to do! "Hey Rylin? Do you know how I lost my memory in the first place?" Ask questions.

Yup. Definately like a brother. Very comforting really.

"What do you think happened?" So they met in an accident...ouch. What happened, did he hit his head or something? How was it Rylin's fault? One thing was certain, Luciel was grateful to Rylin. He'd been looking after him the whole time and he'd been very kind to him, so even if it had been his fault he lost his memories, that was okay. He smiled brightly at Rylin. "Thanks Rylin."

Luciel nodded, still smiling. What a nice guy...it was too bad he couldn't remember anything about him.

He was looking at the cieling, idly playing with his necklace, when he heard the door open. At first he thought it was Rylin (that must've been a quick shower!) when he realized that something...smelled funny. Yes, even though he wasn't aware of it, he had picked up Rylin's scent with his doggy-dog senses! It was all over the room. Whoever just came in, it wasn't Rylin! He turned to look and saw a girl. She looked pretty, like how Rylin looked nice. He kinda wondered what she was doing.

"Who're you?"

Luciel's ears twitched. Doing? Doing what? "What do you mean?" 'Big naughty Rylin'? But he thought he was pretty nice...this was getting kinda confusing. And...'number one girl,' what? So she was another important person he forgot? @__@

He smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, I don't really remember much of anything. So you and I knew each other before? Do you know how I lost my memory?" If he had liked her before, he could see why, but at the moment he felt nothing but awkwardness at having forgotten everything.