"You keep saying 'we' and 'us' but how do I know you aren't lying? Suna and Lady Tsuki keeping something so important from me... I don't want to believe it." Even so, doubt swelled at the pit of Kumo's gut. The way Suna avoided talking about Yuu and how she brought him to this town after he fell were all too coincidental. Thinking of their last moments together made a smile stretch across his face. "But, I think Suna brought me here to find you."

Yuu crossed his arms, tilting his head at Kumo with a smirk. "Well isn't that sweet. She must've been filled to the brim with guilt, huh."

Kumo, determined not to falter, lifted his chin in defense. "Don't be a smart-ass. If anything, she's like an overprotective mother bear. Ah, I guess I shouldn't use present tense." He glanced to her hourglass, sighing before returning his gaze to Yuu. "Anyways, you had something to show me?"

The transparent boy faced the house, shoving his hands in his hoodie's pocket. "I thought this place would bring back your memories. Guess I have to do it myself."

"What do you mean?" Kumo wasn't sure how that was possible.

Yuu huffed. "Obviously I'm going to explain! When that moon god or whatever split you from me, I kept the memories you didn't remember. I can give them back, but..."

He paused, turning his attention to the ground while mumbling, "It isn't fun."

Kumo waved his hands as if that was the most trivial thing he ever heard. He leaned against a tree and shivered, yet brushed it off with a shrug. "No worries; I love boring things."

The dead boy shook his head before standing up. "No, you―I mean, we―don't. Lying is pointless. I know you better than anyone, Yuu. We've never liked dull things, chocolate or worms. Ugh, disgusting creatures." At the sight of Kumo's downcast face, he quickly added, "Thanks for trying, though."

"Is that why you shoved them down Nanase's throat?" the baku questioned in a tone slightly accusing.

"Oh, that? No, this is why." Before Kumo could ask, Yuu hovered to him and pushed their foreheads together.

In the blink of an eye, inches of snow grasping at Kumo's feet for warmth replaced the wet grass they once stood on. Dead tries surrounded them, chattier than usual. He stumbled back, resembling a rather dazed reindeer caught in headlights. "What the hell? It's so c-c-cold! And... why's the house look new?"

Indeed, the porch only held a thin coat of snow paired with a rocking chair. Wind beckoned them to come inside, but the ghost resisted his urge to dip into its lie-soaked quarters. Too many terrible things happened there; it made Yuu wonder why the wind wanted to push them back to their pasts. Even the seasons wanted to see them suffer.

Still, this was inevitable. After clenching his fists, Yuu draped an arm over Kumo's shivering shoulders and offered a bitter smile. "Fool. Don't you get it? This is our home. C'mon, it's time for a family reunion."

"Fine. I'd rather do that than freeze my balls off," he grumbled, trudging towards the house. When Yuu didn't follow, Kumo yelled, "What're you standing there for?"

As snow fell through his body, the ghost shooed Kumo away. "You go on ahead. I want to make some snow angels."

While he sounded nonchalant, Yuu's body behavior told otherwise. His nails dug in his skin hard enough to draw blood, if he had any. Eyes darting left and right, the ghost seemed wary of an unseen threat.

Kumo watched him in silence before muttering, "Get Suna for me when you're done."

Not hearing a response, he opted to hurry inside instead. The moment he closed the door, Yuu sighed. "She's not here." Not anymore.

Alas, the baku was oblivious to Yuu's words. His focus was more on the sight before him. A family of three sat in their dining room, eating beef curry without a word. At one end sat a tall, frowning man wearing a black suit. His face stayed put in an expression of dismay. Eyebrows knitted closer together than Kumo's sweater, the man's brown eyes hovered to his cup of steaming tea with a glare.

A woman sat on the other end, chattering on her phone while her food rested untouched. For some reason, she felt the need to paint her toes, making Kumo cringe. She let out a snort at something her friend said, then scowled at her smeared big toe. "I'm goin'na bed," the woman before pushing herself out her wooden chair and leaving the room.

In between them, a boy whose feet couldn't yet touch the wooden floor―either that, or the chair was too high for him―stuffed food down his throat as if he hadn't eaten in days. Kumo tilted his head at him. The kid's salt-and-peppered hair was the splitting image of his own. Although his eyes weren't golden like theirs, he could tell Yuu wasn't lying. After all, he was the same one from the park.

Once he finished eating, he announced, "Done," while pushing his feet away. Then, as if possessed by a sudden shyness, glanced towards the displeased man while his cheeks flushed red. Cheeks puffed, he asked, "Can I go to bed too?"

The man's chair screeched when he stood. "Yeah." He sighed, licking his lips. "You're coming with me, Yuu."

At that, the boy jolted before shaking his head. "I... I don't want to!"

Kumo noticed Yuu's father clench his jaw. He widened his eyes until the whites were clear, dyed by the veins creeping to his irises. "Don't raise your voice at me; I'll get angry."

The sight of Yuu forcing himself to look brave sent a shiver up his father's spine. He licked his lips, setting his spoon down. "Maybe that's what you want."

Yuu tightened his fists. He hated his father for touching him. He hated his mother for ignoring it. But most of all, he loathed himself for letting it happen. "N-No! I didn't mean to..."

"I think you did," the man seethed, growling a bit afterwards. "I also think it's time for some fun."

A grimace stretched across Yuu's face. He hissed, "Yes... 'Daddy'," through grated teeth.

When they both stood, Kumo took a step forward to follow them into the earthly-toned living room. Hands covered his eyes and ears before he could, pulling him back. "You don't want to see that," Yuu uttered. "It's bad. Very bad."

Kumo's body stiffened. His every muscle went rigid in irritation as his trembling firsts tightened. He looked behind only to widen his eyes at Yuu's frightened state. Golden eyes brimming with tears, the ghost nuzzled into Kumo's back when he sighed.

After a few moments of silence, Kumo turned around to ask his other half, "So, what's this got to do with worms?"