-Osasa POV
Osasa was sitting in the park, waiting for further instructions on a mission
when a young girl bumped into him.
"Sorry, mister!" The girl said. She giggled and went on her way. Osasa scowled
and remained on the lookout.
"Dad! I got the icecream! Here's the change."
"Thank you!"
Osasa turned toward the noise. The girl was standing next to a man...a very
familiar man...
"Dad." A whisper escaped his thoughts. He backed up and tripped.
"Are you all right?" The man had come over, his eyes widened as he saw Osasa.
Osasa scrambled up and snapped his fingers.
"Wait! Osasa!"
The man reached out, but his fingers only grasped air.
"Dad? Who was that guy? Did you know him?"
The man didn't reply. He only stared at the spot where Osasa had disappeared.
-Yoriri POV
Yoriri frowned. Her dad was quiet, but right now he was being a darn statue. If
statues could walk and breathe, of course.
They got back home and Yoriri ran in to find Mom. She would know how to get Dad
back to normal.
Her mother was in the kitchen reading a book. By the smell of the room, it
seemed like dinner would be ready soon. Yoriri ran up to her and hugged her.
"Mom! Dad's being all funny after we ran into this guy at the park!"
"What? Was there trouble?" Reii looked at her husband, who had just entered the
room.
"...I saw Osasa." Hisoso muttered.
"Who's Osasa? Momm, Dad's acting weird!"
Reii said nothing.
Seriously! What was up with her parents today? Yoriri tugged on her mothers arm.
Reii looked down at her daughter, as though seeing her for the first time.
"What's going on?" Yoriri demanded. Reii looked at her husband. He looked away.
She sighed and looked down at her daughter.
"Honey, that person that you saw...well... he's your brother."
"WHAT?"
What did she mean, her brother? Her parents never mentioned a brother. Why did
he show up now? Yoriri slowly walked out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs
to the second floor. She slammed the door to her bedroom and leaned against
it...
What just happened?
-Osasa POV
Osasa jumped a little when he heard a door slam. Then he remembered that there
was another kid living in that house.
He was perched on a nearby tree across from his last childhood home. Mission be
damned, something weird was going on. Thankfully his parents hadn't moved, so he
found them quickly.
He had went in his old room, the attic. It looked like it had recently been
cleaned, but everything there was the same.
Being there brought back memories...he remembered looking at the night sky while
lying in bed. If it was
hot, he'd keep the skylight open...
He thought he heard footsteps, and resumed his spot on the tree.
He looked in another window and saw the girl from before. She was leaning
against the door to, based on the numerous boy band posters, what he assumed was
her room. So his parents really had another kid...
He blinked.
Was the girl staring at him? Shit. She's running over to her window. Time to go.
-Yoriri POV
Argh! That guy, Osasa or whatever, sure likes to disappear. How could he be her
brother?
Yoriri never ran away from anything. Ok, maybe going to her room might have been
considered a run but hey, what else would you do if you just found out you had a
long-lost brother? Go to the fridge and grab ice cream?
She had spotted him after calming down a bit. Note, she had just calmed down,
then she sees the guy again. Great for the nerves, I tell you.
She had run to the window. She wasn't sure what she'd say, but a hello would
have been a good starter-and then he just goes! Poof!
She frowned, staring at the spot where her- (no, calling that guy brother sounds
too weird) that guy went. Then, she turned around, ran downstairs, and out the
door.
She had to figure something out. This was getting too weird.
- Osasa POV
He was back at the park, and Buroro wasn't there yet.
"He's so slow." Osasa grumbled. He wandered around and came back to the same
spot. He
still wasn't there, but the girl from before was.
- Yoriri POV
Yoriri ran to the park. The Osasa guy was where she last saw him. How she knew
he'd be there, Yoriri didn't know. Hey, maybe they were related after all!
"Wait! Osasa!" That was his name, right?
The guy turned around. Yoriri paused.
"Uh...hi."
-Osasa POV
"Uh...hi." That's all she could come up with? Osasa smirked. Not that she could
tell anyways. She was panting. 'Must have ran here.
"You're Hisoso and Reii's kid..." He stated this more than he asked.
"Yeah...I know you are too!" The girl panted. She caught her breath and
straighted up.
So she knew they were siblings...but she didn't seem to recognize him
before...his parents must have told her about him after he left. Huh. So they
didn't forget
him.
-Yoriri and Osasa POV
Once she got her breath, Yoriri studied the guy before her. Well, they both
had similar skin tones, except hers was lighter, but she still didn't see any
resemblance between her and him.
Osasa had red and yellow eyes with...weird markings on them and her eyes were
light blue and quite normal thank-you very much.
He was taller than Dad...and he had this weird yellow circle machine in his
chest...and
his arms and one of his legs seemed like they were made of metal. What was up
with that?
Yoriri frowned.
"How are we related?"
"I could ask the same question." Osasa snorted. Even though he said it, he knew
it wasn't true. Before he was taken away, he actually looked a lot like
her. They had the same eyes...
"Well...what now?" The girl was frowning at him and her arms were folded. He
knew she was nervous, for he acted the same way when he was like that.
"...What's your name?"
How odd it is to be asking your own sister her name..
-Yoriri POV
Her name. Siblings shouldn't be asking each other this!
"Yoriri...and-oh never mind. I know your name." She stared at Osasa...this was
so awkward!
"Uh...what's that yellow thingy?" She pointed at his chest and crossed her arms
again. Now that she thought about it, why did he have all that mechanical stuff
anyways?
-Osasa POV
"Yoriri. So, now the girl has a name..." Osasa thought. He unconciously touched
the device on his chest before answering Yoriri's question. He was used to
people staring at his mechanical parts, but no one ever asked him before...
"Well...it keeps me alive and stuff..."
"Alive...?" The girl, Yoriri, his sister, now looked surprised.
-Yoriri POV
Alive? She wasn't expecting that. She looked over Osasa again. He looked pretty
healthy. Then again, the yellow thing seemed like it was on, so of course he'd
be healthy now. Osasa crossed his arms after talking, and now the light was
half-hidden.
"Anyways. Shouldn't you be with Mom-Reii and Hisoka? Why are you alone?"
"-Hey. Why don't you just call them Mom and Dad?"
Oh darn. Right.
She didn't tell her parents where she went! She was going to be in trouble
when she got home...
-Osasa POV
"Why don't you just call them Mom and Dad?..." Why didn't he. Perhaps he was mad
at them, a little. But they didn't forget him...and it wasn't exactly their
fault... He saw her
fidgeting...
Oh.
She must have come by herself. What a weird kid.
He was about to tell her to go home when Buroro appeared.
-Yoriri POV
She was about to hurry home when a gust of wind brought another keronian. He
must've been one of Osasa's friends or something.
He was a dark shade of brown, and had a camoflague hat. He also had a sword. How
weird, swords were only for those ninjas in TV. Did he do kendo or something?
"You're really late. Did you get stuck in a tree again?" Osasa sneered.
"Nope! Not my fault this time. The target kept on-who's she?" The brown
keronian stared at Yoriri. "'Looks a little too young to be a girlfriend- if you
could even score one."
"Shut up. She's a relative."
A relative? Even though they had just met, Yoriri was annoyed at this guy. First
he kept on disappearing, then he acted all distant to Mom and Dad, and finally
he
had said that they're "relatives". Which was true, but he could have said "She's
my cool sister" or something like that!
The brown keronian continued to stare at her, which was a little creepy. She had
to do something.
"What are you looking at?" She frowned and crossed her arms.
-Osasa POV
He almost had to laugh at Yoriri. Well, he couldn't blame her, she didn't know
Buroro. He wondered how she would have reacted if she knew he killed people for
a living. How would she react if she knew HE killed people for a living...
Buroro was freer with his feelings, so he went ahead and laughed at her.
"You have some interesting relatives..."he turned towards him. "But enough
with chit-chat. Osasa, we have to get going."
"Can I come?"
Both of them turned their heads toward Yoriri.
Was she serious?
-Yoriri POV
She hadn't expected the two guys to look so surprised. What was wrong with her
question? She just wanted to try and know her brother
better. Spend some time together... do sibling stuff... That's the right thing
to do, right? She'd run back, tell her parents,
then go!
Osasa shook his head.
"No." He said firmly.
"Why not?" She pouted.
"Because I'm working... Maybe another time... Go back to your parents. Buroro,
let's just go."
"After you, princess." Buroro smirked.
The two snapped their fingers, and they were gone.
"Arrgh I hate when you disappear!" Yoriri yelled to, now, no one in particular.
She
sighed. She had a feeling that he'd be doing that a lot, whenever they met. She
sighed and trudged
back home.
When Yoriri got back home, she was grounded. No big deal, she'd just read and
listen to music in her room. Thankfully she hadn't planned anything with her
friends that weekend.
She grabbed a magazine, plugged in the radio, and hopped onto her bed. However,
she didn't turn the radio on.
She went over the events of the day in her head. She had found out that she had
an older brother, Osasa, and they met...
She found out he had a habit of
vanishing...And he also has a job.
She also found out that he was working, so they couldn't hang out.
It seemed a little weird, but all in all, it turned out ok.
The only thing that bothered her was that he said "maybe another time", when she
asked if she could come with him. Maybe wasn't a word
in her book. She'd definitely have to tell him that the next time they met. Oh,
and that he
had weird friends.
On that thought, she flipped through a magazine and turned on the radio. With
luck, her favorite song would be on.
