Hey hey! Well, here I am writing another story! I'm sure a lot of you think I stupid because I never finish other stories before writing new ones. You have to understand though, when I get an idea, it won't leave me alone until I write and post it. So, I hope you enjoy.

I got the idea for this one when I was looking through my dad's yearbook.

Disclaimer: no

Chapter 1: Attics and Love Notes

She looked up into the darkness of the staircase. She had never been up to the attic before. Ever since she turned seven two months ago, her curiosity of her surroundings kept growing. She peeked behind her to make sure no one was watching her go, then gripped her stuffed tiger, Koko, tightly and slowly walked up the stairs, with her pet puppy, Kitty, following her.

"Kitty, Koko," she whispered, "Gotta be quiet. Mommy and Daddy don't know I'm going up here."

"Arf!" Kitty barked softly. She pushed her brown hair back behind her shoulders and rubbed her blue eyes. She opened the door and searched for a light switch. When she finally found one, she flipped it, but the bulb was going dead, so it wasn't very bright. She saw spider webs and dust on everything.

"Jeez," she said, shaking her head, "Mommy always freaks out about the living room being dirty, she should come up here."

She found a small aisle and walked down it, looking at all the boxes and some furniture. She stopped about halfway down when she saw a box that was open and kneeled down to look inside. She sat Koko and the box beside it and took out a white book with a red border and black letters across the front.

"Az…um…an…" she struggled. She had just started to learn how to read at school. "Man, Koko? Can you read this?" The tiger didn't answer. She sighed and opened the book to see something scribbled on the first page. She scanned through it, trying to find words she recognized, but didn't find any until the signature. She looked at it closely, then gasped and yelled, "Koko, Kitty, look! It's Uncle Daisuke writing!"

"Arf!" Kitty barked excitedly. The girl laughed as she watched the small brown dog jump up and down. Suddenly, she heard her dad at the bottom of the stairs.

"Miko?" he called, "Are you up there?"

"Eep!" she cried and hid behind one of the boxes as she heard her father come up the stairs.

"Miko?" he asked as he walked in the small room. His blue eyes darted around from behind his glasses, looking for the small girl. When he didn't see anything, he shut off the lights and turned to go. "She's not up here, Risa. It must've just been a mouse or something." Just then, the wind blew, making a tree hit the attic window, and scaring Miko.

"Ahh! Daddy!" she yelled, coming out of her hiding spot, book and doll in hand and dog following, and ran to her father, clutching his leg.

"Whoa," he said, turning to see Miko there, then picking her up, "Miko? What are you doing up here?"

"I dunno," she said, shrugging, "I wanted to see what was up here."

"Well, come on," he said, laughing and starting to walk down the stairs, then he realized the book in her hand, "What's that?"

"I dunno," she said again, then brightened up, "but Uncle Daisuke wrote in it!"

"Uncle Daisuke wrote in it?" he asked as he got to the bottom of the stairs, where Risa stood with an apron on and her brown hair tied back in a ponytail.

"Daisuke?" Risa asked.

"Uh-huh," Miko nodded, "he wrote in this book thingy!"

"Really?" she asked, taking the book, then smiling, "Oh, Satoshi, it's the yearbook from when we were in middle school!"

"What?" he laughed leaning over her shoulder as she flipped through the pages, "Are you kidding? I haven't seen that thing in years!"

"A what?" Miko asked as Satoshi set her back on the ground.

"A yearbook." Her mother said, walking down the hall back to the stairs, going to the kitchen, "It's something you get in middle and high school."

"Oh," Miko said, grabbing her father's hand and running after Risa and Kitty following them. "Then why did Uncle Daisuke write in it?"

"Well," Satoshi said, "Sometimes, your friends sign it so you can remember them. I don't really know, I didn't have many friends in middle school."

"You had plenty of girlfriends," Risa laughed, making Satoshi blush.

"No, they were just annoying brats who thought if they followed me around enough, I would date one of them," he scowled.

"Well, what did Uncle Daisuke write?" Miko asked as they got to the kitchen and Satoshi lifted her up to the counter.

"Well, let's see," Risa said, " 'Satoshi-kun, I hope you will be able to control Krad soon, so then you can be a happier person. Dark says he just wants him gone, but I think he just doesn't like to see people hurt. It was great having you in my class this year and I hope we can be friends for a long time. Your friend, Daisuke.' "

"He was always a nice person," Satoshi laughed.

"Ah, ah, ah, there's more written here," Risa said, turning the book to it's side, " 'P.S. You need to ask Risa out! I can tell you like her! Good luck!'"

"Oh, well," Satoshi said, blushing as Risa smirked at him. Miko just looked back and forth between them.

"Who's Krad?" Miko asked. "And Dark?" That seemed to get the two out of their trance because they both stared at her.

"I'll tell you when you're older," Satoshi said with a smile as he rubbed her head and put the book on the table.

"Yea," Risa said, as she bent over to get something out of the oven, "Right now, it's dinner time."

"Can we look at it later?" Miko asked, pointing at the book.

"We'll see," Satoshi said, sitting at the table.

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"Daddy, daddy," Miko said excitedly as she and Satoshi walked into her bedroom, "Can you read me a story?"

He looked at the clock, "Yea, we've got a little time. What book do you want?"

She smiled and ran out of the room, then coming back with the yearbook in hand, "This one!"

"Miko, I can't read a story out of there," he said, sighing, "It's mostly pictures."

"Okay," she said climbing into her bed, "Tell me stories about the pictures."

"Well… I guess I can do that." He said, taking the book, and flipping through the beginning few pages. "I'm only telling one story tonight, okay? Now pick a picture."

"Ummm…" she said as he flipped through the pages, "That one!"

On the page, there was a bunch of pictures of the cooking classes, trying to make a good meal. Satoshi laughed, "Heh…I remember this…This was around when Mommy tried to cook a great meal for Dark."

"Who's that?" Miko asked.

"He was someone your uncle knew very well, ask him next time we see him." Satoshi said, and Miko nodded, "Mommy even liked him… a whole lot."

"Ohhh," Miko smiled, then looked at the page again. She looked at a picture that showed Daisuke and Risa at one of the tables and food between them, "Hey! It's Uncle Daisuke and Mommy!"

Satoshi laughed, "Yea, it is. They were good friends in middle school. She even made lunch for him a few times, but I don't think it was very good back then."

"What are you talking about?" Miko asked, confusion and excitement filling her blue eyes as she hugged Koko tightly, looking as if she was about to kill it. "Mommy's a great cook!"

"Relax, relax Miko," he said, "I'll tell you…She started to cook for him…about the beginning of the eighth grade."

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"Niwa-kun, Niwa-kun!" Risa called. Daisuke jumped and turned to the sound of her voice.

"Oh, Harada-san, don't scare me like that." He said, putting a hand over his heart.

"Can you help me out, Niwa-kun?" she asked, making the puppy eyes.

Daisuke blushed like mad, "U-umm…well…s-sure…"

"Oh, thank you so much! Now, come on!" she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the table and opening the small package she was carrying and pulling out chopsticks, "Now, try this…"

He put it in his mouth, and almost choked himself, "Mmmmmm…very… t-tasty."

Risa took notice that he didn't like it, "Ohhh, it's still no good, is it?"

"It's better than last time…" he shrugged, after swallowing the bite of food.

"No, don't lie Niwa-kun!" she said, "If you lie, I can't make a good meal for Dark-san!"

"You still want to make a meal for that idiot?" he asked, sighing. That pervert got everything he wanted.

"Hey!" she shouted, making the other kids look at her, "He's not an idiot! He's an amazing phantom thief!"

"One question," Daisuke said, holding up his pointer finger, "What do you like about that guy?"

She smiled and blushed, "Well…he seems very sweet."

"Seems?" Daisuke said.

"Okay, okay, I've never really met him, so I guessed." She said, waving it away, "But he's so hot!"

"Is that all you go on?" Daisuke asked, "Just looks?"

"Well, yes…that's all that matters, really," she said. Daisuke started to shake his head. "Huh? Niwa-kun, what's wrong?"

He started to laugh as he stood up, "Nothing, Harada-san…I just figured out why so many girls follow Satoshi-kun around…"

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"And Daisuke went to some other class," Satoshi said, closing the book.

"But why did Uncle Daisuke start to laugh?" Miko asked. She didn't see anything funny about it.

Satoshi just laughed, "Well, let's just say… Mommy wasn't the brightest crayon in the box."

"Mommy was stupid?" Miko asked, making Satoshi laugh harder, "But, one more question, why did Uncle Daisuke try to lie to Mommy?"

"Can you keep a secret?" Satoshi said, putting his finger to his mouth, Miko nodded, "Okay, Uncle Daisuke used to have a crush on Mommy."

"Really?" Miko gasped. Satoshi nodded and Miko laughed. "Then if Uncle Daisuke liked Mommy, how come he ain't my daddy?"

"Well," Satoshi said, trying to make it so a seven-year-old could understand.

"Oh, I know!" Miko said, raising her pointer finger, "There was a big contest and Daddy won!"

"Uhhh… sure…" Satoshi said with a smile. "Anyway, it's time to go to sleep now."

"No! I wanna read more from the yearbook!" she said, pouting.

"Noooo," Satoshi said, shaking his head, "I said one story."

"Fine," Miko said as she slumped back into her pillow, "Promise we can read more tomorrow?"

"Yes, when I get home from work, okay?" he smiled as he stood, covered her with her blankets, and kissed her on the head, "Good night, Miko."

"Arf!" Kitty barked. He had come into Miko's room while Satoshi was story-telling.

"Yes, yes," Satoshi said, petting his head, "Good night to you too, Kitty."

"G'night, baby," Risa said from the door. She blew a kiss and Miko pretended to catch it.

"Night Mommy! Night Daddy!" she said as she waved, then pulled the covers up to her chin. Risa and Satoshi smiled as he shut off the lights and pulled the door closed, then he turned to hug Risa, who was smirking once again.

"What?" he said, smirking back.

"Did you know he wrote that in there?" she asked. He blushed again.

"Maybe…" he said, raising his eyes to get away from her gaze.

She gasped and hit him on the chest, "You did! And you never told me?"

"Ouch," he laughed, "Well, I haven't looked at our middle school yearbook since I was sixteen. Not something that would stay in my mind."

They walked down the hall and into their own bedroom. Risa got her pajamas on as Satoshi went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"I wonder," Risa said, climbing in bed, and watching Satoshi in the bathroom, "If any of my stuff from when I was younger is up in the attic."

Satoshi spit, and looked at her through the mirror, "Never know. Maybe tomorrow you can take Miko up there and sort through that stuff."

"Hmm," she said as he climbed in bed and turned off the lights. "Yea, it could be like a mother-daughter project."

"Heh, heh. Yea," Satoshi said. He laid his head down, and hugged Risa to himself as he closed his eyes.

"Maybe you can even come home early," Risa said, after kissing him on the cheek, "And help us out."

"I'll probably come home early anyway," he said, "Saehara is having a meeting or something and I really don't want to go."

Risa laughed, and they were both silent for awhile, when Risa started to laugh, "I still can't believe he wrote that in your yearbook."

"Sorry, can't hear you when I'm sleeping," he said. She sighed and laughed at the same time, and soon they both fell asleep.

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Yay! I was able to finish before I went down there to Texas! Yea, I don't really know where I'm going with this story, but I'll figure it out.

Please review!

By the way, this is a present to my dear and wonderful friend Risa-chan!

So, Risa-chan, Happy…um…well…Happy Pikachu Ping Pong! I mean, since your b-day ain't till like June.

(To know who Risa-chan is, see profile)

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