Hello everyone! I hope you are all well. This is my first Scryed fic, so if you can review and tell me what you think. Each chapter will switch off from Kazuma and Kanami's persepective, and is a memoir of sorts. I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scryed

I walked down the road, waving to the villagers as I past throught the market. The village was soon becomming a blossuming town for all the nearby villages in the area. Somewhat due to the thriving buisness that Asuka Tachibana managed to maintain nearby, the small hospital that Miss Kiriyuu had set up, and the delivary system that Kazuma and Ryuho ran. Honestly, I was still surprised that those two did not come home anymore with bruises and broken bones every day.

I picked up a book, looking at it. It was a novel, a thick one. Reading would give me something to do, and even though I helped out with everyone's work as well as working in the feilds, I still had a little freetime.

"How are you doing today, Miss Yuta?"

"Quite well, Bill." I smiled at the middle-aged man. He was tall, homely looking, and he was the book vender in town. I would often stop by to chat with him, buy a new book, and then bid him good bye before heading back.

"So how is that head-strong young man of yours?"

"Kazuma?" I smiled, "He's doing quite well. His right arm is almost completely healed and the doctor says that he might be able to fix his eye but Kazuma is still hesitant about it. Some nonsense about it making him look really hardcore..."

"He's a strong boy."

"Strong, alright. Maybe a little too strong for his own good." I giggled, "I need to be heading back soon or Kazuma will be in a bad mood if he comes home to find dinner not made."

"You're such a young girl, Miss Yuta. You shouldn't have to take care of that idiot. He's just a big kid."

"Hey! I'm 18, I'm not a kid anymore." I laughed, "But anyway, yes you are right. But Kazuma is important to me and I don't know if I can handle him running off again like he used to do. So I take care of him."

"You're an angel, Miss Yuta."

I laughed, "Maybe. Say, how much is this book?"

"For you, Miss Yuta, it's free today."

"Really!" I grinned.

"You're my most valuable customer. It's a present." he smiled, "Now run along and go take care of that hurricane you live with."

I smiled, "Thank you! See you tommorrow!"

I walked up the path towards the houses on the hill. The town was expanding, and to try and convince people to move uphill, Kazuma and I moved our house up towards the outskirts of the city. Plus, it is easier on us to keep the secret that we are Alters.

Opening the door, I set the groceries on the table and began to unpack them. I took off my jacket, laying it on the back of the chair. As I was about to begin cooking the stir fry, the door opened and a loud commotion came in.

"God damn it! If I have to go to the damn bastard's house again I swear I'm gonna-"

"Honestly, Kazuma." Ryuho made a face, "Must you swear so much in front of a lady?"

"Hello boys." I smiled, "How was work?"

"If you must know, it sucked ass!" Kazuma flopped on the couch, "Majorly..."

"As much as I want to punch Kazuma for his dirty mouth, I'm inclined to agree." Ryuho said, "We had to take a delivary to the mainland again. Holy is not exactly really happy with me right now, and the person we made a delivary too-"

"Called the freaking police!" Kazuma finished the sentence, "And they chased us around the whole freaking city!"

"Oh dear." I sighed, "Kazuma, you didn't-"

"No! I did not destroy any buildings this time."

"I'll vouch for him." Ryuho sighed, sitting in the chair, "Although he did put up a fuss. Kazuma, if you just showed them your ID-"

"Screw that."

"You have someone waiting for you at home. Does that not matter to you?"

"Hey, Kanami knows that I'll always come home." Kazuma smiled, "I don't worry about stuff like that."

Ryuho sighed, "Your intollerable."

"Hell ya."

He stood up and put on his jacket, "Well, as much as I'd like to stay and chat some more, I have to get back."

"Say hi to Mimori-san for me." I smiled.

"Sure thing."

"Yeah, you'd better get home to your lover before she-"

"SHUT UP!" Ryuho yelled, "It's not like that! We're only friends! Don't make me break your arms again."

"Please, boys-" I interjected.

"If you ask me, you're the only dumbass here." Kazuma said, "You're in love with that woman and you're to blind to see it."

Ryuho made a face, "You don't understand anything."

They glarred at each other for a moment, and Ryuho sighed,

"7am tommorrow. You'd better be there on time or I'll beat your ass."

The door shut and I sighed, "As much as I should scold you for being blunt, you're right."

"Heck yeah I am." Kazuma stood up, "It's dumb how he's so thick-headed."

"You're a bad influence." I smirked, pinching his nose.

He chuckled, "So what are you making tonight?"

"Stir fry." I said, "I didn't feel like making anything too complex."

"Fine by me." he said.

He sat at the table, watching me move about the kitchen. He still had not admitted it out loud, but before everything happend, he thought of me more of a little sister then anything. We lived together, I would berate him every time he came home late and skipped work, and I had always taken care of him.