Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I do not own Baka and Test: Summon the Beast.
A/N: This is in Minami's point of view. Warning- this chapter isn't that funny... Also, thank you so much for the reviews! It really does give me encouragement to write the next chapter. Oh! About the names and stuff, it's from the English dubbed version.
Chapter 2: Big Sister, Boxes, and Booze
"Big sister!" Hazuki called out as she dashed out of the school.
Hazuki jumped into my arms as if she was in grade school again.
"Hazuki! You're almost in high school and you're still acting this childish?"
"I'm sorry, Big sister. I just missed you, that's all," my younger sibling giggled.
"I missed you too but we see each other every day," I said while petting her head.
Once she let go of me, we started walking back to the house. Even after 5 years, that's all it was to me: a house. That's all it will ever be to me. Not home. I felt a hand slip into mine, bringing me out of my trance.
"Big sister..." Hazuki mumbled.
I knew she hated it when I would space out and think about Japan. It never failed to make me feel so depressed. So regretful. But, I couldn't help it most of the time. Hazuki was my rock though. She always picked me up whenever I was down. Her grip tightened and I smiled at my little sister.
"I'll be okay," I assured her.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean your okay right now," she grumbled.
"Don't use that kind of tone with me, young lady! Remember, I'm still you big sister!" I half-joked while poking her in the sides.
Hazuki's laughter lifted that dreadful feeling in the air. Once things settled down, she began her usual rant about what happened at school. All was well until she suddenly stopped in mid-sentence.
"What's wrong, Hazuki?"
"Uh- I totally forgot something really important back at school. I have to get to it! I'll see you back at home!" she said then running towards the school.
"W-wait! Be careful!" I shouted out.
I watched Hazuki until she was out of sight. We didn't walk that far yet so the school was still close by. I wonder what was so important. It's probably a homework assignment... Not likely. She hasn't been doing her homework lately and I knew that for a fact. Whenever I asked her what she's doing, she says she doing homework but I can clearly see that her backpack hasn't been touch since we got to the house. Hazuki needs to pick up the pace. I don't want her to be anything like that idiot... But she is doing something in her room. I can hear her giggling and humming to herself from a mile away. That brat better not have a boyfriend!
I unlocked the front door and took off my shoes. I saw my dad sitting at the dinning table, which had papers (most likely bills) scattered all over it.
"Hey, Dad. Hazuki had to go back to the school but she'll be here later," I greeted.
"Hn," he grunted, not turning his attention away from the papers.
Dad thought that things would be better if we moved back to Germany but he was dead wrong. Then again... it was me who pushed him to move forward with the idea of moving. It's all that idiot's fault! If he hadn't went with his sister- if he hadn't try to do something smart for once- if he hadn't... If I hadn't been such a coward and tried harder to keep him from going away, he would have known how I truly felt about him.
"You idiot!" I screamed as I collapsed onto my bed.
I wasn't entirely sure if I was talking about him or myself. I lifted my head up from my pillow and stared out the window. The sun had already set and the street lamps were on.
"Hazuki should have been back by now..."
I was suddenly hit by an emotional wave of panic. Leaping out of bed and nearly tumbling down the stairs, I rushed for any signs of my sister. No shoes. No backpack.
"Dad-"
I was at a lost for words when I saw his face. His dark green eyes were wide and the his half-smoked cigar was barely hanging onto the corner of his open mouth. The arm that was holding his cell phone dropped to his side. Fear was last emotion I ever saw on his face before he became completely emotionless.
"It's your sister..."
I let the scorching hot water hit my skin, momentary distracting myself from the real pain inside. Will that nightmare forever haunt my nights?
"Hazuki..." I whimpered with tears seeping through my closed eyes.
Eventually, I shut off the shower and stepped out. After drying off, I let the towel drop onto the tiled floor.
"...Minami? Minami!" I heard a faint voice call out.
What's he doing up so early in the morning? Damn it, I was hoping he would sleep in so I could sneak out. What the hell? Why are the footsteps getting louder? Suddenly, the door swung open.
"Minami?!"
"Yoshii? GET OUT!" I screamed.
I quickly move to cover myself and then realized he was still standing here, staring at me! I swear that idiot was even drooling!
"Uh-sorry! DON'T KILL ME!"
The bathroom door slammed shut. I snatched my clothes off the bathroom counter and put them on. When I was dressed, I wiped the fog off the mirror and saw that my eyes were slightly red from crying. I hope he didn't notice.
"Mommy..." I heard him whimper from behind the door.
I rolled eyes and continued get ready. I'm too emotionally drained to deal with him right now. So, I took my sweet time and waited for boredom to overcome him so he could go away. But, that wasn't happening any time soon because I could still see his shadow from underneath the crack of the door.
"Minami... Is something wrong?"
My eyes grew wide. Crap! He noticed! He's suppose to be an idiot!
"I swear I didn't see anything! But... why haven't you killed me yet?"
I take that back, he's still that same moron I fell in love with. Wait, no! I shook my head vigorously, ridding myself of that thought. I refuse to get close to him! I refuse to even say his name! I was hurt once and if I loose him again... I don't know what I'll do. His shadow moving away from the doorway and I waited a few seconds before cracking the door open. Poking my head out, I saw him shifting through the many boxes in the room.
"Found it!" he shouted.
Only he would pull out a box from the bottom of a stack. I watched the boxes crash on top of him and let out a quiet giggle.
"Help!"
My shoulders tensed.
"Aki!" I blurted out.
Saying his name was a slip up but I won't make that same mistake again. I don't think he heard me though. I rushed over to him and pulled him out from under the boxes. But, I made sure to avoid eye contact with him.
"Thanks Minami," he said then sighing.
I felt his breath tickle my neck, causing my to flinch. I swallowed hard and nodded my head.
"W-what were you trying to get anyways?" I mumbled, stuttering slightly.
"Oh! Well, I was feeling kind of hungry and-"
Stopping in the middle of his sentence, he looked up and down at me. I shifted uncomfortably, seeing how he was obviously checking me out.
"Are you going somewhere?"
"Well, I don't really want to impose on you-"
"Impose? Who's imposing? You're not imposing in any way, shape, or form! You're anything but imposing! You're doing the complete opposite of imposing... What does 'impose' mean again?"
I just stared at him when he asked that question. Thump! Suddenly, a familiar melody filled the silence in the atmosphere and the source was coming from the bathroom. I ran towards the sound, saw my backpack tipped over, and practically dove for the object emitting the music. I could sense him standing behind me.
"What's that?" he asked.
"It's a music box..."
This was what Hazuki need to go back for that day. It was a small wooden box that was painted a maroon color and a bow was carved on the top of the lid, which was painted yellow. I could tell that she made it herself because one of the legs on the bottom was shorter than the rest, giving it a slight wobble. It would play a soft tune whenever it was opened. That tune was a German lullaby that my mother used to sing me and Hazuki to sleep. On the inside of the lid was a picture of me, Hazuki, and... that idiot. 5 years ago.
"So that's where that picture went! It's kind of funny to see how much we've grown since then," he said chuckling.
I shut the lid, cutting off the melody, and picked up my backpack. His laughter stopped when the music stopped. I walked past him and headed towards the front door. After slipping on my shoes, I paused. I glanced over my shoulder to look at him.
"I'll see you tonight," I said reassuring him that I'll be back later on.
The evening rush hour ended long ago, leaving the streets almost empty. Occasionally, a late-night driver would pass or a street lamp would flicker.
"Miss, I'm going to have to cut you off pretty soon," the bartender said taking away my empty shots.
My eyes flashed red as I glared at the bartender, making him tremble. He placed more shots in front of me and I threw my head back, letting the bitter liquid slide down my throat. It left a burning sensation as I swallowed it. I don't usually drink alcohol. But ever since that day, the shots became more and more tempting. Forgetting my promise to stop making trips to the bar once I arrived Japan, I took another swing. I let my body relax and the numbness began taking over. After this morning's events, I deserved a couple of drinks.
"I came t-to Japan to keep my mind off some preeeetty heavy shit. And can you BE-LIEVE that the first few couple of hours that I'm here... I'm reminded of everything I was suppo-suppose to FORGET!" I slurred, hiccuping every now and then.
Am I on a boat? Everything is swaying side to side. And when did that bartender's identical twin get there? I felt myself tip backwards and I landed hard on the ground. The bartender went around the bar to help me up.
"I'm cutting you off for tonight. Do you want me to call you a cab?"
"No, I don't want to be called a c-cab! I have a name, you know! I am a lady and I deserve to be treat-treated as such!" I shouted, storming out.
Someone jacked up all the sidewalks! I swear that it wasn't this curvy before I went into the bar. Being the awesome chick that I am, I somehow magically appeared back in the apartment. Everything was unpacked and the furniture was all in there. I literally kicked my shoes off, sending them flying across the room, and walked over to the couch. Well, walking isn't really the word I should be using. I was more like stumbling/swaying/dancing towards my destination and furniture kept popping up out of nowhere, making me run into them. My foot got caught on one of the furniture and I face-planted the hardwood floor.
"Who put that chair there?!" I grumbled into the floor.
To stand up again was like to walk on water. Then again, there was that one guy... I'm not standing up. I started to crawl. Crawling soon became dragging. I finally reached the couch, after dragging myself over, getting on my hands and knees. I then saw my idiot sleeping on it! Resting my chin on the edge of the couch, I watched him sleep and listened to him breath. I did this in the most non-creepy/stalkerish way possible.
"I s-still love you, Akihisa Y-Yoshii," I mumbled with the hiccups causing me to stutter.
I leaned in and placed my lips on his. The memory of my first kiss with him 5 years ago flashed in my mind. After pulling away from the kiss, I stood up (using the edge to help me, of course) and pushed him off the couch. He landed onto the floor with a satisfying thump!
"That's for not kissing me back."
I fell onto the plush piece of furniture, inhaling his scent. I smiled at the sound of him groaning in pain before drifting off to sleep.
