The Ginger and The Raven
Chapter 1:
How I Met Them
At The Time: Kirito Ochino; Age 6
The Narrator: Kirito Ochino; Age 15
I was going to my mother's friend's house. My mother had said that her friend, Yuzuha Hitachiin, had two nice little boy twins I could play with. I was 6 years old, for God's sake! We entered the grand house, servants lining the carpet floor. Then this lady in her mid-20's came down the stairs, where the carpet ended, as well as the servants.
She had an orange hair color that was in between orange to yellow and red to orange, and those colors mixed together. But, instead of blowing your mind, let us just say her hair was ginger-orange. She had golden, amber eyes that would have blinded a man at the sheer sight of them. They were very vibrant. She had a heart-shaped face, pink light lips, gold hoop earings that were almost the color of her eyes, a turquiose-blue shirt that faded to white at the bottom, turquiose-blue heels, and white flare-jeans. This was the beautiful look of a fashion designer. I sometimes dreamed to be as stylish as her.
She smiled at me, a smile that made me blush. I was very, VERY shy around adults then, and to this day I still am a little. She then turned to my mother, and started speaking.
"Lee-Lin, you look absolutely darling!" she gushed, which I didn't get at all. Mummy was only wearing a lime green short-sleeve shirt, khaki-tan Capri pants, and simple green flats. My mom should be saying this to her.
"Yuzuha, I should be saying that to you!" she replied modestly. Then they spoke Chinese, my mom's native language. My father was Japanese. I couldn't understand Chinese so I sneaked away, no one noticing me do so. I went upstairs, every hall had 6 doors on each side. I looked side to side admiring each plaque that was supported by a door. One said, "Master Bathroom 1." Another said, "Fashion Room, PRIVATE." "Changing Room," "Master Bedroom," "Master Bathroom 2," "Twin Room."
"What's a 'twin room?'" I asked myself, subconciously reaching for the sleek, shiny, gold-looking handle. I touched it, it was warm. I twisted it, opened it, and saw two little boys staring at me. Two little twin boys. I was speechless, not like anything was happening. It was normal, two rich boys watching TV until some little girl just came in randomly.
"Who are you?" I said, finally mustering to speak. Not just adults, even kids like me made me shy. They looked at me like I was dumber than a girl without a brain.
"Shouldn't we be asking you that peasant?" they snorted. Peasant, oh heck naw! I, Kirito Ochino, am no peasant! I am the next heir to Ochino Productions, a very famous show-business in America, Canada, Japan mostly, China, and the whole of Asia!
I visibly exerted a dark aura from myself, I could feel it too. How the room got dark was the weird part though. "I. Am. No. Peasant!" I yelled, they took a large step back. I could tell what they were thinking, Who and what is this girl? "I am Kirito Ochino, next heir to the Ochino company, Ochino Productions!" I added. Their mouths formed an 'o' but it didn't release a word, not a sound either.
They ran away from me, downstairs, and outside. I took after them, my emotions lighting up little by little. It wasn't a I'm-a-kill-you type of chase, but a I'm-a-catch-you-both type of one. A happy I'm-a-catch-you-both one though. By the time I caught them, we all were sweating furiously. My pink, mid-thigh length, shorts were wet with sweat at the top from my stomach, my white camisole was turning grayish with sweat, my pink cotton-woven shawl was loosing a fingernail-worth of thread, my shoes were dirty from dust and mud, and my face was red from all this perspiration.
"You (huff) two are (huff) tagged," I coughed out. I fell down laughing. They fell down with me and joined my uprising guffaw. Our mothers found us.
"Oh my, Kirito! You are always playing around. That's why I came prepared," my mother said, bringing out a blue tank top and a white skirt. She also had sanitized-wipes for my shoes.
"You three need to go and take a bath," Aunty Yuzuha said. She then lead us to bathrooms. Me to Master Bathroom 1, the twins to Master Bathroom 2.
I went into the bathroom. It was very spacious. Peach-colored tile, brown tiled walls, a white, sparkle-clean tub with gold curtains, an apricot-colored sofa, and three sinks with sparkly mirrors. In between all sinks were granite tables connected to the wall with only enough space so you could put a cup with toothbrushes on there or maybe a box of floss.
The maids must have been notified because everything was set. Hot water, loofahs, my new clean clothes, lotion, and servants (female, of course) were everywhere. They scrubbed me down, lotionized me, set me in clean clothes, wiped my dirty shoes, and told me I could go when they cleaned up.
Of course, my mother told me to always help in something no matter what because you might learn something from it. She used to be a middle-class family, a 'commoner' as the rich call it. By this, I said no and that I would help clean up. They asked if I insisted and I said yes.
I cleaned with them, soap scum, put lotion back on the rack, and washed the stainless steel thing. You know, the thing that spurts out the water? Yeah, the knob.
They told me their sincere thanks and told me they would do the rest without my generous help. I herd one mutter, "She's one much better than the Hitachiin twins..."
Were the twins that bad? They looked really fun and caring, I thought.
Aunty Yuzuha invited us for dinner every night we came over, and that was a lot. We were all together at Easter, White Day, Valentine's Day, Christmas, April Fools' Day when we played tricks on each other for fun (that day my mom didn't come prepared which was a big mistake), our birthday (in which Mummy always came prepared, frosting like lace on our clothes), which were June 9th for the twins and April 8th for me.
But then, we were seperated. My father, Kai, had a major job to do in China. My mother and I had to tag along, I don't know why since I was so little then.
The Hitachiin family had come to see us off. Yuzuha was smiling sadly, Kaoru was on the verge of crying, and Hikaru was sad to see me go but he said he was 'man-enough' to see me go without a single tear. Uncle Hitachiin was shaking my father's hand and was smiling like his wife, mournfully.
I turned 7 a month, a week, and a day before the twins, so I thought I should give them courage like a grown-up should. They were 7 also, it was December 31st. I walked in front of them and kissed them both on the lips lightly. "Stay strong Hikaru. Stop crying Kaoru, I will definitely come back," I said softly. They stared at me and said nothing.
"Bye... only for now."
They both hugged me, and said, "Bye, Kiri-nee."
I said four words that widened their eyes. I then caught my flight.
I returned 8 years later. I was in my limo to my old mansion. I remebered what I last said, 'I love you both.' Then I said to myself while looking at the sky, "I wonder how hard it will be to say that now..."
This was a very long chapter for me, and I hope you enjoy it. I wrote this a day before I could actually publish anything so the excitement was killing me to know what you guys thought about it. Imagine that this was written by a 11 year old. = ) I will try to update once a week. If I get enough motivation. So please, review my amigos! Yes, many people tell me I'm really adult for my age.
Disclaimer: I will never own Ouran as long as Bisco is alive...
~Milky.
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