A/N: Inspired by the very fact that Yata Misaki is such an adorbz vanguard who blushes at girls, also by the idea of meeting someone bearing the same name of the opposite sex, and the ever cliche-younger-sister-OC. Originally, this started out as a readerXyata, but I don't know how to do that.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot and OC.

edited: 103114.


Misaki Akatsuki sighed for no apparent reason as she stood amidst the crowd, staring blankly at the large LCDs on the buildings. She had put on her hoodie up for some reason, the sun was trapped among – a perfectly cloudy day – the clouds so it would seem kind of useless putting it on in the first place. But she didn't care, nor did she seem to mind. The light flashed green, signaling the crowd to walk, shook her out of her thoughts. She began to walk.

She was heading to Ashinaka High school, to enroll as an incoming freshman, thanks to the scholarship she passed up on. Which means…she gets to have a free PDA, a free laptop, and a free dorm of her own!

Ah, it feels like heaven~ if only the uniform would match up She though inwardly, cursing the odds of how such a prestigious would have the female uniform looking like it was fresh out of an anime or a clash of gothic Lolita and school girl. It's not like she hated it, just that, she were terrified if it exposed enough leg and attracting lecherous boys to stare. She shuddered at the thought.

Once she reached the train station, Misaki can't help herself giggling at the fact that a month from now, she would officially be taking this going to school! They say that the view was immaculate, something Misaki would love to see over and over again and never get tired from seeing. Relieving her from boisterous rock music for a quick while, she fished for her big brother's PDA (of which he willingly lent to the younger sibling for this 'special' occasion) and swiped it against the machine.

On her other hand, she held her documents, certificates and special papers to pass on upon enrollment. The acceptance letter said they would give the dorm, PDA, and laptop right after the final interview which excited the redhead even more. She didn't have a roommate, for the school's dorm accommodates only one person, which, again Misaki didn't mind since this was what she's always wanted; alone time with herself. Think of all the things she can do in her own room!

Plus, it'll help put her older brother off her back.

Oh, what a blessing it is indeed to have been enrolled here.

But the thing that worried Misaki for chances of being liked and accepted to the school was her current attire. See, Misaki was a bit of a fan for rock, sweet and indie fashion and she just had to go rock today. So, she wore a black sleeveless hoodie, white tank top, dark red skirt with a black belt accentuating her curves and her favorite combat boots. A black messenger bag lay beside her with a beat up old music player attached to the side.

She stared at her reflection against the steel pillar, her thoughts clamoring with worry.

W-Well, academic performance matters more than the s-students profile r-r-right? The redhead thought to herself, gulping down nervously.

Despite being the slacker and lazy butt that she was (her oaf of a big brother's words not hers) Misaki was a top notch student. Though, she tends to get lost in her thoughts during class, and brings out bad first impressions, she was very well acclaimed for doing her earnest and best work. Her deceased father – God bless his soul – would have been proud of his baby girl's achievement.

"Right." she nodded to feeling justified, assuring herself, bringing an end to all her worries.

Smiling at her reflection, she walked onwards when out of the blue, her stomach suddenly grumbled, like quite loud. Really loud. It was loud enough to attract the attention of people around her, causing snickers and weird looks to be directed to the poor little redhead and, rushing all the blood to her pretty little face to flush red hard. She was almost as red as her hair.

On the process of trying to regain her composure, she leaned against a nearby block, and then read the time from the giant clock above her head. Mentally, she organized her thoughts when there was some rambling heard going on.

"YOU BASTARD, DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!" someone dangerously screamed, bumping into people without a care.

"DAMN THAT LITTLE SHIT'S FAST!" panted his accomplice.

"Tch, what's the big deal? Not like any of you fucktards are gonna outlast be anyways." says the skater boy, maneuvering through the crowd with ease.

"WHAT WAS THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!?" the two said in unison.

Their response only made him smirk even cockier (if possible), in fact, he was too proud to even notice some redhead before him. By the time he had turned, it had already been too late.

"Oh shi-"

"Huh? Ah-!"

He flew off his skateboard, tousling over the poor girl. Yata Misaki grabbed hold of her during the clash, causing minimal injuries for her. He landed on his back rather painfully.

"OW! Ay, itatatata- O-Oi, are ya alright missy?!" Yata asked rather loudly at her, trying to get up from the ground.

Fortunately, the redheaded girl, who was as light as a feather, could not move due to how tightly he held unto her. He only did that for the lad feared that if he didn't, he might accidentally hurt her.

Misaki irked at the boy's voice, really was she that far from him? She wasn't even deaf! Slowly raising her head from his (regrettably) firm chest, caused her hood to fall in the process cascading her sunset red hair, revealing her face to him.

Steely squinty brown eyes of his, met her round soft brown ones. She pouted at him, memorizing the lad's face before a trace of pink spreading across his caught her attention.

Why is he blushing? She thought, and then it struck her – their current position.

Oh.

Right.

His hands were on either side of her waist, their legs tangled, her hands on his chest, and the closeness of their faces. Add up, the growing crowd surrounding them.

Oh shit. They thought at the same time.

Misaki immediately thanked him and awkwardly crawled off him, sighing in relief when she found her envelope in neat and pristine condition. A burst of warm mirth of over joy washed over her, thanks to the condition of her important documents.

"I thought these were ruined! Oh god, I swear that any of these were gone, ruined or worst, tattered, I'd never see the light of day ever again!" she squealed, all too busy to even turn to her 'savior'. The crowd slowly began to disperse.

Sitting on the ground, Yata watched her like she was a rare species.

"W-W-Weird w-woman…" he muttered lowly, scratching the back of his head.

Fortunately, Misaki just had to hear that part.

"HEY! Just so you know, I am NOT yet a woman! I'm still 16!" she exclaimed to him as she quickly stood on her feet.

"Che, whatever-"he stopped in midsentence when she reached out a hand to him. She was giving him a blank poker face which made him nervous and sweaty. Her eyes however told him another story – they were freaking glistening with curiosity and mischief. That seemed wrong. But after a while, she smiled warmly at him, offering her kindness. It took him a while before he hesitantly reached out his hand, feeling the softness as they brushed.

"Well, well, well, lookie what we have his Mato-chan…The punk's got a girlfriend." remarked one fat bald goon with a leather jacket.

Their hands dropped.

"Wowza, I never knew the little shit's type were young redheads." his accomplice, a skinny man with a goatee and bad teeth agreed.

Yata, still on the ground rolled his eyes and settled to sit on the ground. From the corner of his eye though, he could have sworn he saw her shake but why wasn't she running?

"Oh, giving us the silent treatment now are we? That's Yata-chan for ya, always the toughie."

"Well there young lady, what's your name?" his accomplice asked reaching a hand to touch her face.

Misaki slapped it away and looked at the two in disgust. But deep down inside, she was dead scared. She wanted to run away from these goons, she had an interview awaiting her for crying out loud!

"Ey, feisty aren't ya? I like that." he licks his lips in anticipation, drinking in her looks head to toe. She felt a shiver run down her spine.

I should run, I should run, I should run. The thought ran in her head, practically screaming. But she was frozen in place; her legs felt like it would give from fear.

In the worst scenario in all of history, her stomach just had to grumble again. She turned fifty shades of red from embarrassment.

This. Is. Embarrassing. she thought as both goons laughed at her, the skater boy behind her was anything but silent. Nor did he seem interested, at the two goons laughing their asses off actually.

Seeing the situation that she was in, Misaki began to awkwardly walk away without being noticed. Silently forgiving and thanking her savior as she was inches away to the nearest food stop entrance, only to be grabbed by the arm by the goatee man.

"Ara , ara, ara missy, hungry? Why don't we eat somewhere then? My treat?" she feels his slimy hands slide its way to her waist, regrettably bringing her close to him and his disgusting scent.

"Oh! Oh! Count me in Mato-chan, I'm starving!" the fat one joined it, completely forgetting the skater boy.

As Misaki struggled away, clearly not wanting to go with them. Nobody seemed to stop them or butt in, probably because of how she finally realized that these goons were part of a Yakuza. She was too scared to scream.

It was then that Yata decided to butt in.

They made a mockery of Homura, made fun of Mikoto-san, they had to pay. Grabbing his board from the ground, he silently approached the trio and tapped the redhead's shoulders.

"Get down." he whispered lowly.

Wha-? She turned and was about to ask when she saw the murderous look in his face. Deciding to go by his orders, Misaki ducked as Yata swung his board at the two goons, successfully knocking them to the ground and away from her.

Suddenly, someone abruptly lifted her off her feet and away from the scene, her envelope had been (regrettably) folded into her bag as to not mess it any further.

He dropped her at the benches and told her to stay put. She obeyed without a question, watching him head towards the two in worry.

Oh no-

Lunging to the two, she watched in awe as he flexibly dodge their punches and kicks and how swiftly he smacked them with his fists. What he lacked in strength, he made up for speed and precision.

She could be imagining things because soon later, once the goons were knocked out for good, she saw a red flame-like radiating off him. Was that even possible?

"…awesome…" she breathed out once the fight was over, cannot apprehend that she had been clenching her fists to her sides the whole time.

And now she's running his way, Yata was smiling smugly and proudly at a job well done.

"Tch, wimps."

"THAT WAS SO COOL!" she suddenly blurted out to him.

Caught by surprise, Yata nearly tripped over his skateboard.

"A-Ah…Errm…" she was only a few inches shorter than her, but damn did her voice made him feel short.

"DUDE, YOU KICK-ASS! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MANAGED TO TAKE BOTH OF THEM OUT! IT'S LIKE WATCHING A JET LI MOVIE WHERE THE SMALL GUY WINS! DUDE, YOU ARE TOTALLY AWESOME!"

"O-Oi…"

She stopped for a second, breathed in deeply, then smiled warmly at him. He made an awkward sound at the back of his throat, flushing so hard that he resembled her red locks.

"Dude, you really are awesome. I just wanted you to know so;" clenching her fist to his, she held it out to him "put it there!"

He only stared at her fists awkwardly, red still stained across his cheeks.

"Don't leave me hanging, dude! My aniki says bro fists are sacred! Don't leave me hanging!" she whines.

At that, he would've laughed at how cute she looked, or how boyish she actually was.

'Clearing' his throat, he hastily brought his fist to bump hers. The action caused her to smile even wider, if that were possible.

"Y-Yesh…c-calm down will ya?" he was meant to sound rough and cool, but it just came out as a stammer.

Really, this girl is so weird. Not like Anna. Well, s-she seems better than that girl. Wait, what am I even saying?!

"AH!" Snatching his wrist to bring it close to her face, she read in horror the time.

"11:45?! OH NO! THE OFFICE MIGHT CLOSE AND THEY MIGHT GO ON A LUNCH BREAK AND IT'LL BE FOREVER BEFORE THEY RETURN!" he hears her panic before him.

Misaki then clumsily grabs her envelope and rushes to the about to be departed train. But not before turning to him one last time.

"Oh, THANKS AGAIN! YOU'RE AWESOME, KEEP IT UP!" she waves to him then runs in the train, lucky that she was in the right train.

Yata was left in place, frowning at what just happened. What was that?

Usually, girls were scared of him or were too flirty for his taste. But not this girl, she just came up to him and chatted like they were buddies or something. She was all-natural, witty, spunky and weird. And awkwardly enough, he liked it.

"Wow, some girl…" the words escaped his lips without even knowing. He quickly clamped a hand to his mouth, like he was being wary that someone might have heard him.

Shit, if someone heard that- ACK! This is messed up, shit.

Exhaling a rather relieved breathe, he started rolling away.

Unaware of the smirk forming in his face, probably because of the girl he had met earlier, or at the fact that business went well.

Probably the former, the latter.

Or probably because there was a great treat waiting for him when he got back.

He didn't know, neither did he care.

He just continued rolling away, the smirk going wider and wider without even realizing it.


3 months later…

"Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft! K-kah!" the brunette beneath the beanie sputtered his drink and began coughing.

Beside him, the redhead, all clad in her Ashinaka school uniform with gray and white striped stockings and boots, brown beanie, and headsets, continued sipping her canned beverage. She watched him from the corner of her eye while trying to storing in her head this perfect sunset before her.

It had been exactly 3 months since their last encounter.

It was still a wonder to her as to how they could be buddy bud-buds to this point in such a short span of time.

If she recalled perfectly, right after she was accepted into Ashinaka, she jumped for joy at the train station and sang sweet nothings to herself attracting a lot of attention from passersby, not that she ever noticed.

When for the umpteenth time that day, her stomach grumbled in hunger.

No wait, correction: it growled. Literally.

So what's a dead hungry 16-year old teenage girl to do? Of course, she'd eat. But, the problem was where she could eat.

Other than having the attention span of a sparrow and the capability to be as lazy as a panda, Misaki had the appetite that rivaled the hungriest of hungry. She would devour anything! But when she was this hungry, she'd be lost trying to find a good place to eat. Even the thoughts of successfully being enrolled to Ashinaka couldn't bring back her to happy up-beat self.

Misaki wandered for a restaurant like a lost puppy, forgetting that there were dangerous goons lurking town and focusing her attention to fill her empty tummy. She just had to bump into the goons she ran into moments ago. They quickly recognized the teen and attempted to 'have some fun' with her, but she was gone in a flash. Screaming all the way until a hard, broad muscle wall stopped her in her tracks that she landed on her butt. The goons had caught up to her, but paled at the sight of the scowling teen before her. With just one glare, they were gone in a heartbeat. Misaki then recognized the teen before her, thanking him again for saving her. Yata flushed hard at the sight of her when a growl caught his attention. Misaki sweat dropped and asked for the nearest food stall, restaurant, or food stand, and as a bonus she'd treat him for being the awesome guy that he was.

Then after that event, their paths seemed to cross more and more.

He'd bump into her running errands for her brother (seriously, who would drink vodka early in the morning?!), she'd come across the goons and he'd be there to drive them off, or sometimes they'd be too caught up on their lives that they never really bothered to notice the other.

They weren't really friends. Heck, they didn't know what their names were!

Their relationship seemed nothing but a sardonic one, until one day, when their paths crossed again.


At their headquarters, feeling at home as he seats himself on the bar stool, did Yata notices a few things that were out of the ordinary: Mikoto-san was nowhere in sight, Totsuka-san was looking apologetically apathetic, Anna watched the two in interest, Shohei caught his sight was sending him a message that told him to back off, the rest of the members just seemed dead, and the aura that was being emitted from the whole area just seemed off. Oh, and there was a limp figure in a school uniform next to him, in front of a rather annoyed Kusanagi-san who was still wiping the same martini for too long.

It was rather, suspenseful.

For what seemed to be a decade of wiping, Kusanagi-san seemed to have calmed down. Putting down the martini rather harshly (but the martini was still in one piece), the limp figure beside Yata flinched a little. Pushing his glasses back with his pinky finger, Kusanagi took note of Yata's presence then stood before the limp figure. All eyes trained on them in nervous excitement. The blonde man crossed his arms, looking at the figure darkly earning gulps from Yata and the rest of Homura.

"Yata-chan." His voice came.

"Y-Yes!?" he quickly responded.

The blonde lightly smacked the figure's head with his knuckles, sighing heavily in the process.

"Please escort this young lady to the train station." he simply said, a tinge of being protectiveness evident in his voice.

"I don't wanna, I can handle myself." the figure whined.

The voice seemed familiar to him. It was then that he turned to fully take in who this figure beside him was. She was dressed in a school uniform with ridiculous ribbons at the back part of the shirt, those long red locks were familiar, and she was resting her head on her messenger bag against her folded arms.

"Don't be a brat now, and do as I say."

"Why don't you escort me then?" she challenged, lifting her head a little. Yata couldn't see her face.

Kusanagi-san's look hardened, darkened even; his lips formed a tight line.

"Just do as I say, you brat."

"But I told you, I have to stop by the bookshop for some stationary supplies."

"Then Yata-chan will escort you there."

"But I don't want an escort!"

"MISAKI!"

Yata flinched at the sound of his first name, but then realized that it wasn't addressed to him. She then made a sound, something like a frustrated gruff, beside him before hastily getting off the stool, pushed herself off the counter and walked out on Kusanagi-san, not bothering to look back.

"GEEZ, I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, LEAVE ME BE!" she screeched, slamming the door behind her.

Yata stared at the door, confused.

The room filled in with silence, an awkward aftermath.

"U-Uh…what am I missing here?" he asked Shohei who only gave him a shrug.

"Oi Izumo," called Totsuka-san as he walked towards the counter, looking sincerely at the blonde who was rubbing his temples.

"I don't know what to do with that brat anymore," he groaned, resting both hands against the counter.

Totsuka-san merely offered a kind smile; Anna appeared by his side not long.

"Yata-chan, please go after her." Kusanagi-san suddenly demanded, turning to get random liquor behind him.

"W-What? Why? Who was that chick?" Alright, he was confused. What was happening now?

"Just go Yata, please." Totsuka-san said, kindly, patting his shoulder.

Yata was stunned by their actions, never had he seen Kusanagi-san stressed over a girl, so whoever that chick was she was sure seemed important. Without another word, he complied, already off to chase after the raging teen. Just as he jumped on his board, a voice called from the side.

"So you came after me, huh?"

Taking the auburn teen by surprise, Yata was quick enough to get back on his feet. Glaring down at the figure in front of him, from his stand, he noticed a purple bruise on her left cheek. Unaware of his gaze, she hummed to the beat of the music emanating from her headsets that hung from her neck that she didn't bother to put it on.

"Y'know, you don't have to escort me…" she told him, kicking herself off the wall. "I can handle myself."

"No can do," he replied firmly. "Totsuka-san and Kusanagi-san already requested me to do so."

Against my will. He forgot to add.

She made a sound. "It's okay, Totsuka-san's an easy person to talk to, but if you go with Blondie, then that's gonna be a problem. But Totsuka-san's there, so it's easy to persuade him off his anger."

She's got a point; Totsuka-san's always been very easy to talk to. So even if he fails to do his request, Totsuka-san would give him a pat on the head and let him off easy. But Kusanagi-san was different. Compared to Totsuka-san, Kusanagi-san was ruthless beyond compare. He was beyond scared to think of what he'd do once he failed to do so.

She was already a few feet from before he finally made up his mind. He ran up to her and grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Listen you, whether you like it or not, I'm escorting you to wherever you go!"

She blinked a couple of times before she sighed in defeat. Turning to fully see him, she extended a hand to him with a light smile.

"I'm in your hands then," said the redhead, almost surprising him to know who it was.

He fully recognizes her as that chick that he saved a few months back, that weird chick who found him 'awesome'. The chick he's been acquainted to for some time now.

G-Geez, first it was a fist bump, now it's a handshake. What's up with this chick?

Reaching his hand to hers, he gave it a firm shakes before quickly burying his hand into his pocket.


After their small trip buying some stationary and mangas, he heard her gasp and watched as she scurried off to a nearby hillside to watch the sunset. He followed shortly right after her wondering what she was up to. At the bookshop, she forced him to put on a goofy anime bonnet and a couple other goofy anime-related items; he had to control every nerve to not harm her. The thought of dark Kusanagi-san was not inviting him at all.

Once settled, she patted a seat right next to her. Yata obliged, but sat at a distance from her, not that she minds.

"Akatsuki Misaki," she started out of the blue, turning to look him in the eye. Really, those eyes were too big and brown for her own good.

"Y-Yata Misaki," stammered he, scratching his cheek at her forwardness.

"Hihi, nice to meet'cha then Mi-sa-ki-kun~"

"HEY, SINCE WHEN DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME?!"

"Hmm, I dunno?" she turned to him, her face scrunched up. "You don't like being called that? Fine. Then, I'll just call you Yata-chan~" her tone was wistful, no hint of sadness, but was enough to make him guilty.

"H-Hey, I wasn't mad at you or anything…So, I guess you can call me M-Misaki." he muttered, flushing under his breath.

Giggling, she says "And you can call me Misa then." she beamed, throwing him a drink from her bag. "Drink up; this is my thanks for escorting me today~"

"A-Ah, thanks…"

A small smile was her reply.

Taking a long swig of her drink, her attention returned to the setting sun. She paused her music to relinquish the moment, stretching out her limbs, and then adjusted her beanie to enjoy watch the sunset.

He followed her gaze towards the orange horizon almost forgetting how relaxing the scene was. Their spot was perfect he'll give her that, not much noise, no technology to ruin the view, and absolutely no hindrances of assholes to ruin the moment.

Cool autumn air wisped through the grass, birds chirping in the air, the sound of water gushing through the lake, this seemed almost way too much. Dropping his eyelids, he immersed himself into this kind peaceful sensation.

This was simply exhilarating.

It feels nice. He thought, his face twisting softly.

"Nice isn't it?" she asked, cutting him from the silence for.

"Yeah…I kinda miss this feeling."

"You should enjoy life more then; it sucks doing more than you should, you know. Plus, the stress of all these nanobytes. So, sit back and relax more often. You'll live longer." she advised, taking off her beanie to comb her fingers through her hair.

Her fingers easily ran through her red hair, giving him the impression that she had soft her. Her fingers were petite, small, she was so small. His eyes slowly trailed from her hair up towards her neck, her graceful neck, to her soft jawline, her supple cheeks, her thin lip-

"S-So, what's up with you and Kusanagi-san?" he asked, using his curiosity to get the best of him, also, because it had been irking him since he first felt the weird feeling off from the place.

He seemed transfixed with their relationship since he barely saw the man that concerned and protective, especially with girls. With Anna, he was his usual self – playful and mischievous. But with her, it was a whole lot different. He noticed that it seemed to irk everyone else as well, and he was missing the bigger picture.

He thought he saw her smirk for a second. Settling her beanie back on her head, stealing a quick glance towards the auburn teen before turning towards the sunset, she said the words very clearly and properly to him so she wouldn't repeat herself – "He's my aniki."

Yata sputtered his drink in shock.

K-Ku-Kusanagi-san has a sister? H-how come I-I've never heard of that?

Still coughing, he heard her telling him to drink it again. He did as followed, sighing in relief afterwards. But her response was as clear as the wind, she was Kusanagi-san's little sister.

"Eherm," she heard him clear his throat. "h-how-"

"We aren't biologically related really, we share the same mother, but have different fathers. So technically, that makes him my half-brother."

Yata nods slowly in understanding.

"What were you fighting about earlier?"

Sighing rather exasperatedly, she turned to him with a stern look on her face.

"You remember the first day you save me from those goons? And the second time you saved me again?"

He nodded, probably getting the idea.

"Well, while I was doing some window shopping, I happened to bump into those two. I tried to make a run for it, but they were too quick. They brought me to a side-alley and were…" she looked down, the words barely audible. "fondling me." Yata's eyes widened. "They touched my ass, groped my boobs then my face. I had bitten the fat guy, but the goatee smacked me hard on the face. Just as they were about to fully take off my clothes." Suddenly, Yata shook with fury. "Luckily, aniki was there and pummeled them to a pulp." Her tone lightened up, a smile gracing her lips. "Man was he awesome. Oh, and then he was being all melodramatic, going through an overprotective brother stage, giving me the lecture the whole time in the bar. I tried telling him that it wasn't his fault that he failed to protect me again-"

"Again?" Yata cut her off, surprised.

He had been paying attention to everything she had said, happy to know that there was a side to Kusanagi-san that he never knew and yet, troubled with, however, the way she can share how she was molested like it were a natural thing.

"U-uh, yeah…again. It wasn't my first, it was my third actually…" Misaki peeked up. At the sight of his crossed face, she turned away, ashamed for sharing.

"T-Th-Third?" hastily on his feet, he can't stop the anger fueling in him with the way she casually shared it like it was nothing.

"How can you say it so easily like that without the least getting traumatized?! H-How, HOW ARE YOU SO COMPLEXED AND AT EASE WHEN KUSANAGI-SAN WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU?!" Yata angrily asked her, his fiery aura getting the best of him.

Misaki was hesitant to look at his direction, bringing her legs to her chest, hugging them and resting her chin there.

"The first time it happened…" she muttered softly, catching his attention calming him down "I was 13, he was supposed to pick me up from school that day. It rained really hard, and I had no umbrella with me. So my teacher asked me if he could just take me home, I declined the offer. But he kept pegging me, and I still said no to the point that he couldn't take it." He noticed her quiver a little from the memory, choking him up in guilt. Her eyes fell shut, the words flowing out of her mouth.

"He took me to this car and tried to get my clothes off. I remember trying to fight him off as I cried the whole time. If aniki hadn't come, I'd probably never recover that alone." Taking in a sharp breath, she continued. "The second time was about a year ago, I had just graduated from middle school. He luckily made it to my graduation ceremony but quickly left for an appointment, a classmate of mine wanted to chat with me in private. Turned out, he had darker intentions; we were in the storage room inside the main building. No one was there, he kept my mouth shut the whole time so no one would hear me, he also had a knife close to my belly. Miraculously, aniki appeared, knocking the door down. But my persuader wouldn't let me go, I bit him, he threw me to the window hitting my head really hard. When I woke up, I was at the hospital with aniki beside me. I later learned that he hadn't left my side for two days, had barely bathed or slept."

Yata had fallen quiet, his eyes softening at the redhead.

"And now, this…"

Her eyes were becoming glossy with tears, ready to fall down. She looked up to stop it from happening. A shaky breath escaping from her mouth as it forms into a bitter smile.

"I'm not saying it out of ease; I just told you the whole truth. It's not much of a sob story, but it's definitely close to a documentary of aniki. Truthfully, I hate seeing the guilt on his face every time something bad happens to me that he comes to think that he failed to save me, but most of all, I hate being the reason he's that way."

Bringing an arm to her face, he thought she was crying with that out of place bitter smile. But she was quickly on her feet, throwing her can to the nearby trash. With just a smack to her cheeks, she was back to her bubbly self. The redness on her eyes said otherwise.

"Whew! A lotta emotion that was- Oh look, a first star!" she pointed childishly.

"Ne, ne, they say that if you wish upon it, it'll come true!"

At this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and grin.

"Che, that's just some childish belief old ladies tell the kids."

"HEY! Take that back!" she defended blushing lightly.

Funny how a girl like he can comfortably chat with this girl by her weirdest perks. Weird, yet cute.

No-Not that I like her or anything! He reassured himself.

Grunting at his impoliteness, she went on to wish upon the star. Clasping her hands together, she voices out her wishes.

"LetmepassAkibaya-sensei'stest, IhopeShirogoesbaldfromhoggingmylunchtoomuch, Ihopethosetwogoonsfallinaditchandstaythere, Iwishanikiwouldstopworryingaboutme!" she wished way too fast, and when she was done, she sighed in relief.

"Made it in time for the other stars to appear; now that's a record!" she proudly stated, hands on either side of her hips. He snickered.

"Really, I don't get how you and Kusanagi-san are siblings."

"Half-siblings." She corrected.

"Still in disbelief."

"Oh shut up you, I have an awesome aniki!"

"Oh? And I thought I was the awesome one three months back?" he rebuked.


The trip to the train station was full of chattering. Mostly about her and her personal life, he was way being too nosy. Or on some occasion, their topic would be about his skateboarding or her aniki. A wonder how the two quickly felt comfortable with the other.

"Hey Misaki," Yata called once they were finally at the train station.

Swapping her PDA over at the machine, she curiously looked up at the auburn teen, especially when he said her name.

"What's up Yata-chan?" asked her, remembering her promise to call him by his last name.

Growling lowly, he walked up to her chopping her lightly in the head. She squealed in shock, pouting angrily at him.

"That's for Kusanagi-san," he says with a light flush. "every once in a while don't forget to ring him 'aight?" he explained, Misaki said 'oh' before nodding in understanding.

"A-And, d-d-don't forget to drop by every now and then alright?" he stammered, angrily berating with himself.

Misaki giggled before nodding again.

"Well then, guess I'll see ya around?" damn how he sounded like a sober kid, she was oblivious to his tone.

"I'm always around~" giving him a salute, she smiled at him one last time before running off into the train.

Without even knowing, his eyes softened at her retreating form. He stood there for a while, watching her train leave before it was completely out of sight.

"See you around, Misaki."