"LU~KI~E~!" A hoarse-ish voice screamed at my door. "IT'S ME~!"
Oh, Kira.
Who am I kidding? I'm not opening the door for that weirdo girl in a maid outfit. (But I gotta admit, she's kinda pretty.)
"LU~KI~E~!"
Crap, this has gone on for at least an hour.
"Remember me? I'm that girl with that other girl that you met at school! And-and we're in the same class! Class 1-H! The girl with the snazzy maid outfit uniform thing! And the other girl was my friend with blonde hair and that giant white ribbon!"
Leave me alone, stalker.
"LUKIELUKIELUKIELUKIE~!"
Fast-forward to the next half-hour.
SHE'S STILL THERE.
"Lukie…? Did you climb out the window…? OH, NO! YOU DIED! I SHALL SAVE YOU!"
With my awesome ninja instincts my older sister taught me a couple years ago, I opened the door and pulled her inside.
"Um… uh…" I was at a loss of words.
"Lukie? Please date me?"
I had already turned her down a million times the past month. Kira, she's too persistent. I already have a girlfriend, but she's in a… a 'coma'. She's too beautiful for words. I almost always have a near-nosebleed whenever I think about her.
"Maybe…"
xxx
"Yo. What up, honey?"
Stop calling me "Honey", onee-chan. I hogged down the fatty tuna sushi I bought.
"You killed another person, did'ja? Kids these days…"
"Onee-chan, she's unconscious."
"What about that ridiculously huge pool of blood on her clothes?"
Oh.
"Don't worry. I'll help you. …She nose-bled because she thinks you're so sexy, am I right?"
Onee… Stop your absurd comments of my obviously awesome body.
"Can I has tuna?" She pointed to my food. Onee-chan hugged me so tight I could've thrown up my insides. And her pink hair was tickling my arms.
Trust me, it's hard to not throw up your soul when you're being hugged so tightly from behind AND being tickled.
She loves me too much.
-END OF PROLOGUE
