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A/N:So I don't know much about Korean, Japanese, or Chinese culture, so I'm just going to write, and you can convert it to whatever lifestyle you want. (par example: I'll write like they live in the U.S. and you can imagine them living in Japan and going home to a Japanese house, when I say apartment – make sense?)
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Kyo stretched, yawning. He ruffled the hair out of his eyes. 'I need a haircut', he thought, as he pulled a particularly long bang down over his eyes, and nose. It was at that moment that he realized he also needed a shower.
Pushing himself up, out of the over-stuffed chair, he zombie-walked his way to the bathroom. Not yet awake, he dimmed the bathroom light switch to half mast, and turned the shower dial to boil. While he waited for the water to heat up, he leaned over the sink and put his forehead to the cool mirror glass. He started making a mental list of things he needed to do.
Get a hair cut
'How will I ever find the time,' he thought, scratching his jaw.
Shave
The steam surrounded the mirror, lining his face, and he deemed the water hot enough to enter.
After his shower, he felt slightly better. He trudged to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge, picking out an unnamed white box from the back. He grabbed a fork, and started munching on the left over, sitting on one of the bar stools at the table.
After a moment, he heard heels coming down the sidewalk. Listening closely, he heard the screen door slide open, then closed, followed by a thud, and then moan. 'Tohru is home,' he smiled at himself for being able to tell her entrance.
A few seconds later, she waltzed around the corner, a briefcase in one hand, water down her blouse, and a rabbit at her heels.
He smiled, the food in his mouth poking around the corners of his teeth.
She smiled half-heartedly and disappeared into her room.
Kyo sat staring at the rabbit in silence, not even chewing his food. The rabbit stared back, unblinking, until POOF! Momiji, pounced on Kyo.
"Gerrof me!" he yelled, teetering on his stool. "And put some clothes on!"
Momiji laughed, running away. He emerged shortly after fully dressed, and rosy-cheeked.
About that time, Tohru came out of her room, in a more relaxed weekend – approved outfit.
He waved to her with his fork, and she half smiled, picking up her own fork and gestured to the box. Kyo nodded, and she dug her fork into the box.
They didn't need to talk, each understood the other's day. Tohru had had a bad day at work, and Kyo had just gotten up. Momiji sat on the other side of Tohru, rocking back and forth.
After ten forkfuls in silence, Kyo said, "Mo, why are you here?"
Momiji smiled, rocking faster, "I came to see Tohru!" then he threw his arms around her and poofed.
Tohru barely had time to scream, "NO –" before he lunged, and her fork went flying into the air, only to land on the carpet.
She folded her arms on the counter and put her head down.
Kyo was still getting used to the practical Tohru. She was still sweet and usually clueless, but in the last five years she had become more serious, more independent. He blamed her job.
But it wasn't all that bad. After all, she wasn't getting hurt from minor accidents nearly as much.
He bent down and picked up the mess, then picked up the rabbit, and "gently" threw it outside.
"I love Momiji," Tohru said, diving her fork back into the container, "But he's just so energetic . . ." she sighed, shaking her head. She also thought he was a little too old to be pouncing on people with no warning, or regard for who might see his "curse," among other things . . .
Kyo smiled, 'Tohru's too nice to say when she's annoyed with anyone. Poor girl . . .'
"You know, you could just tell him to go away and he would. His feelings would probably not even be hurt." Kyo said, half under his breath. "He'd probably leave for a whole month, until you said it was okay, so's not to make you sad or whatever."
Tohru gave and exasperated smile, not quite getting what Kyo meant.
Momiji, however, decided to go home. He poked his head in, first to get his clothes, then to explain that Momo and her mother were going to the zoo, and he was supposed to be at home, to avoid her seeing him on her way there.
Tohru knew Momiji was really going to watch Momo – his father and mother had no idea him and her were friends.
"So . . . What happened today?" Kyo asked, finishing off the contents of the box.
"Oh, nothing really," Tohru said, smiling reassuringly. "I think I just miss the sun." she looked waywardly outside, to see nothing but rain clouds – always rain clouds.
"Its still there," he said," just behind the clouds."
She laughed. "Yeah, that's a nice way to look at it."
She paused, looking from him to the wall, the floor, him, the window again . . .
"Otherwise are you okay?" he asked, trying not to be obvious about his concern.
"Yeah. It's life. It's kind of . . . reality. Just have to get used to responsibility. But I'm fine, Kyo!" she smiled – convincingly – for him at least.
She got up and brought the box to the garbage, tossing the forks in the sink.
As she cleaned them off, she slipped out of smiling for a moment. She had been having a lot of bad days. Ever since Yuki left . . .
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A/N: Well, that's the end of the first, and not last. Stay tuned ………..