LITTLE DARK AGE ⚘ MGMT
"Just know that if you hide it doesn't go away."

A soft elegant melody was formed into a hum, flipping a page of the book in her hands whilst the older sibling combed her long glossy hair that was perfectly trimmed.

"What did you do yesterday, kyodai?" mellifluous, or perhaps benevolent their voice was. their amiable presence was enjoyable, a charming air of delectation and tranquility whilst the breathtaking view of the aurora sky was at its peak. the remarkable view from their unlatched windows illuminated their figures. the mixed shades of a fiery gold was like a divine gift from the deities—proclaiming that it was their time to shine as the new character made her debut.

"I was with my friends." [name] responded, entertwining the sections of hair amongst eachother, creating a decent braid. The younger sibling, flabbergasted at the wondrous news of her sibling gaining new friends was like a miracle, a phenomenon that was once impossible, rising up again in all its glory. "Friends?" She paused, "I'm so glad to hear that."

[name] was nearly finished with the braid, before the figure had twirled around and embraced them without thought. "Oh, Whisp, your hair."

"Thats not important right now!" The increase of her tone left [name] speechless, as Whisp was cradled in their arms as if it was their way of comfort. "I'm so happy, kyodai." Her sweet voice was reduced to a muffle, due to her face being nuzzled up against [name]'s chest. murmurs of great joy perceived from the young girl. [name] could only respond with soft mumbles of what seemed to be a yes, watching the fluorescent sky that grew brighter and brighter as the sun raised.

"Do you like someone kyodai?"

[name] was greatly flummoxed, wondering where the abrupt question originated from. yet they replied to the query of their sister. "Maybe."

"Then, if they're that great, I want to meet them. I want to know who keeps making Kyodai happy."

"I can't do that, Whisp." A soft poke of her nose silenced her into a pout, awaiting the reason for the perplexing reply. "Its because I'm not worthy of that person."

Whisp could only purse her lips, once they were captured by the claim of negativity, you cannot hope to try to retrieve them from it. "No, you're wrong." Yet she tried.

"I'm just using them."

"Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. Kyodai isn't intentionally a bad person."

"But I am the bad person."

"No! No! I won't listen because Kyodai is really really nice!" Whisp stretched out the word 'really' whilst covering their ears and kicking their legs around as if they returned to the age of seven. "Whisp—Do not speak of me as if I have not done a single wrong." [name] stretches her cheeks as the other whined.

"I am someone who you shouldn't consider as nice."

Miya's feet roamed around the park, already growing tedious of the repetitive practice on his skateboard to beguile the lonely hours. [name] was nowhere to be spotted, and they seemed to have been occupied. they did say that they might encounter once again at Langa's showdown with Adam, but mere hours felt like an eternity.

Midway of gliding around the park with his skateboard, he spotted a young girl who was in the age of nine, sitting by herself on a bench that was placed under the shade of a nearby tree. Miya has never seen her before, yet such familiar [c] orbs was drawing him in, to the point he approached the young girl.

"What are you doing?" The young girl looked up from the peculiar cat that had taken a seat next to her. as Miya had a sudden impulse to feel its pleasantly soft fur. "Oh, I was talking to mr. cat!" Her naivety and juvenile demeanor was nothing amusing, yet the air around her was like a calm breeze of spring. "Oh, uh." Miya coughed, whilst child remained oblivious to his nervousness. "Whats your name?"

"Whisp! whats yours Nii-san?"

"Miya." He expected her to burst into shock and humiliation to be speaking with the miya chinen of the century, but he was only greeted with a simple clap of their small hands. "Thats a really pretty name!" Such glowing purity was definitely someone worthy to protect, their youthful integrity recalled him of the joyous times he had when he was a vacuous child.

"Yeah.." Choosing to sit next to the angel that must've been sent by the above, needed no other options than 'sit with her.' that chanted in his mind. "Why are you here alone?"

"I could say the same to you, Nii-chan, but you're already big enough to go outside right? I'm not supposed to be outside, especially in the blazing heat, but being alone at home is not the least bit better."

"Alone at home?" Miya ignored their strangely wide vocabulary, instead asking another question to ease their sense of familiarity with the young child. "Mhm. I have an older sibling but they're sometimes too busy, and I don't wanna bother them too much because I wanna be independent. Kyodai has it really hard."

"I see," Oh, this isn't a normal child.

"Yeah, but thats okay! I'm not sad." Whisp waved her hands around dismissively, such a heartening smile was to be protected at all cost. "Don't you have your parents?" Miya soon regretted the blunt query, as Whisp's expression was switched with a crestfallen look. "I don't have father. and I think my mother hates me," She clutched onto the fabric of her skirt, "She never comes to see me and Kyodai."

Miya, who was in an extreme state of panic was flowing with perplexed ponders on what he should do to comfort them—before Whisp had returned to their original, ecstatic demeanor. "Sorry about that Nii-san!" She giggled, before a gasp left their soft lips. "Oh no! I have to go, Kyodai will come home any minute now." Without any further statements, she sent him a heartwarming smile accompanied with a small wave. as Miya sat on the bench dumbfoundedly, wondering what had occured.

"[Full name], biological child of the famous doctor and model; Utsume [Last name]. born on [00.00.00], has a younger brother named Whisp. now identifies as a girl." The firm voice read out the information displayed on the clean sheet of paper with contents about [name]'s background.

"I knew it, so they were related after all." Adam chuckled lowly, averting his gaze to the paper in his assistant's grasp. the dreary light illuminating from the ceiling lamp being the only source of light, the windows were concealed with thick fabric that protected the room from the rays of the bright sun. the office being eerily dark was fitting for a man such as Adam.