Fire and Ice?

They don't mix!

Chapter 1 : Fuyumi's tales

Authenticity subject to Fuyumi Todoroki's state of mind...usually nervous, hysterical and lacking faith in its power of recollection.

Anyway. Just what is going on with Todoroki Enji?

Relevant excerpts from her diary.

Dear diary,

Dad's gone berserk.

Again.

Mom wasn't there when it happened thank God. I haven't seen much of her since Shoto turned three.

When I went to fetch some sweets for my brother, I saw her in a long, long time. Properly. I thought it was a ghost. Mom was shivering in the kitchen yesterday where we both could hear dad slam the door. She's started to look. . . scary. Shes got more bruises than ever but the way she sometimes looks at dad-it isn't just fear.

Sometimes I'm more afraid of what mom might or could do than what dad does do.

Goodnight.

Dear diary,

Its been a few good many, many years since mom was admitted to the hospital. Dad went to see her though he kind of denied it. I don't get the point of denying it. I wonder what that was about?

Anyway...he had a nightmare last night. And he denied that too even though he was totally shivering in the morning after a mere run. Its just winter. Not something he can't handle.

Umm...

Why do I feel something is off?

I wish Shouto would cheer up. And I really wish those two came back home-i miss my lil brothers sooo much.

Oyasumi.

P.S. Maybe I totally flunked that interview but the little kids quite liked me. They're so sweet. Though 'they', the powers that be, think I'm a klutzy, rides-on-my-dads-fame arrogant ojou-san, the kids were real angels in my demo lesson. I totally won't lose to that Mrs Snake-neck. Her demo totally reminded me of dad. But, hurray-I did something right! Dad even said he was proud though I may have lied about the interview a little. I should ask him to take me to see mom this week. Hmm...

Dear Diary,

Shoto is doing better now that he goes to see mom ever so often.

Maybe, it is me. But dad just freaked out at an ice-cube in the tea I served him. He boiled it...and then drank it! Would it have killed him to just take it out?

I wonder...

I had made myself some too. It is summer.

No kuzu mochi though. Uncle is late. Dad kept hunting around for some around the house every hour.

Sweet dreams!