Chapter One

Casper and Flower; If I Die Young

The gentle waves lapped at Flower and Casper's bare feet easily. It was calming, really. The sound of Flower's slow breathing had lulled Casper into a state of blurry awareness, almost as if he had merely woken up several minutes earlier. The day was warm, the sun high in the sky, rare funny shaped clouds passing over it at random intervals. This was the kind of day Casper would give his life for. There were no worries about his modeling job, or the irritation that Flower usually caused.

Perfect day, really.

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

"Casper, what would you do if I died tomorrow?"

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

Jolted from his bleary thoughts, Cas looked down at his older brother. "Your question leads me to think that you know more than you're letting on. What brought this up?"

Lifting his brother's arm up, Flower snuggled closer to the larger man, his bare chest cold to the touch. "Oh nothing. Just wondering."

Concerned with the coolness of his partner's skin, Casper shifted so that he could see Flower's face clearly. His eyes seemed sunken in, and his normally tan skin seemed to be so much paler than usual. "Did you ingest anything lately?" He questioned sharply, standing up and pulling the smaller man with him. Though he was younger by two years, he was built wider and taller, his features sharper and more mature than his elder sibling.

Flower smiled, though it look twisted with his current appearance. Even his brightly colored bangs and tips looked dull. "Nope, not recently. Though two weeks ago I did eat some glue."

He couldnt help but smile at the attempted joke. "We'll go home, then. I'll have Trace look at you, though Elmers isnt toxic in the first place." As he spoke, Casper kneeled slightly so that Flower could wrap his arms around his neck. It was routine by now, because even being sick, Casper knew his brother would whine until he got his piggyback ride back to the limo.

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

"Alecay Nightshade, known as Flower by all that knew him, was pronounced dead at 9:59 AM today. Autopsy reports say that he was poisoned, possibly from Atropa belladonna, otherwise known as deadly nightshade. His funeral was held today." The report was only about five minutes long, going on mainly about how at the age of seventeen, Flower ran around the local mall in a taco suit, then a few months later he was in a car accident in an ice cream truck he had borrowed from his friend's dad. They then talked about his older years where he donated everything in he and his brother's house to seventeen local charities, totaling over 4.7 million dollars. "Locals of the downtown area say he will be missed greatly, though some still say otherwise."

They left Flower's death for the weather, and Casper was glad he was tied down to his chair, because if he hadnt been, he would have thrown the TV out the window.

"Hey Cas, found this in Flower's room." Raine commented softly as she walked into the lush office, her face flushed, even behind her brown skin. She wore nothing but a small black dress and heels, her red tribal tattoo gleaming along her right arm.

Casper merely growled something inaudible in reply to her words.

"They look like lyrics, because everyone knows Flower wasnt a poet." She paused before reading off the note, but on the last line of it, she had to fight with the sob that tried to escape.

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Casper remained silent throughout the reading, his eyes screwed tight. Why had this happened? To Flower, of all people. He was the weirdest cat in the city, but not a threat to anyone other than those who kicked puppies. It was all too much. The Swedish model wasnt used to this kind of emotional stress. He wasnt able to merely shrug off this stress like he did most things in life. "Is that all?" His voice was raspy, as if he had been screaming and yelling for a while. He had, in truth.

After he walked into Flower's room and saw him dead, he had screamed at the top of his lungs, a sound that seemed similar to a caged animal. Some things, he just didnt expect to happen in his life time. The death of his older brother was one of those things.

Raine was the first person he called. She had also been the one to help him call 911 and prepare Flower's body for the funeral that took place only two days later.

"It also has something else scribbled on the back, but I cant make it out. If I untie you, will you calmly read it?"

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

He merely snorted in reply. Raine walked over to him slowly, then began to remove the thick ropes from his hands and ankles. How she was able to get it to the top floor without alerting any of the guards in the building was beyond the silver haired man. He stood easily and snatched the piece of paper from Raine's hands, then walked out of his office and into Flower's room. It hurt to be here, but he flipped the note and began to read it, nonetheless.

"I wanted to do something cool, like in that one movie P.S I Love You, where the guy is dead but his wife is still alive. But I couldnt think of anyone who would deliver the letters to you, and I dont have a sexy Irish accent, so I didnt think it would work out as good. D8

So, like, I'm gone if you're reading this. I want you to think of me as just hiding though. Remember when we were younger, and I would hide behind the panels of the walls when mom and da' fought, and you would search the entire house trying to find me? Yea. Do that now. Try and find me, Cas. I'm still here, just not..well you know, HERE. And stuff.

Oh. Remember to wash your laundry, I dont want you to become some weird hoarder like on that one show. That would be pathetic, and then I would have to come back from Unicorn Land to hau---oh dayum. I totally just told you where I'm hiding. Oh well I guess. :D

And yea. This isnt really goodbye. You just gotta find a way into Unicorn Land so that you can give me the rest of my free piggyback rides.


P.S: Tulips are Nice

And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little, cold finger, I've
Never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there's a
Boy here in town says he'll, love my forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

When Raine walked into the room several long hours later, she blinked away tears. Casper was curled up on the bed hugging a pile of Flower's clothes, seemingly asleep. His hair was a mess, and the note lay right under his hand, slightly crumpled. She had no clue how he was going to get through this, or what the note said, but she knew he would. He had Flower's blood flowing through his veins, there was nothing he wouldnt be able to overcome.

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when your dead how people start listenin'

At the cemetery, nobody could be found by Flower's headstone. Several notes and bouquets adorned the large slab, but nobody had bothered to physically show up.

Casper grabbed a note and stared at it for a few seconds before throwing it down to the ground. He swiped several more off the bottom slab of the tombstone before kneeling down before it.

"Hey idiot, how's Unicorn Land?" His voice was soft, but the wind seemed to carry it all around the small cemetery. Flower had insisted upon being buried in the smallest cemetery in the state. Casper hadnt disappointed him there. He wrapped his arms around his body and let out a breathy sigh.

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

"You never realize what you have until it's gone. I know, I know, you dont want me to regret doing anything, but I cant help it." The wind blew at his hair, pulling it away from his neck and face. "Sorry I broke your nose on your birthday last year. And last month, when I locked you in the closet for the day. I couldnt resist the urge." It wasnt like his words made everything ok, but saying them made him feel a little better.

Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need them, oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had, just enough time

Done crying and wishing it hadnt happened, Casper left his brother's grave, though instead of it being exactly how it was when he arrived, there was now, in large carved and beautifully cursive letters: This isnt really goodbye. You just gotta find a way into Unicorn Land...

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls

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