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Shiori Minamino. Munching on a piece of bacon, I begin to analyze the woman. She seems different. She's rather pretty. Her long dark brown hair pulled up in a ponytail makes her look casual, but the black knee skirt paired with a blue blazer makes her look more professional. Looking more closely at her face, I can see she looks to be in her early to mid-thirties. I can tell that she is a very happy person cause she hasn't stop smiling since she started exchanging pleasantries with David.

David begins to usher her inside stating that she just must join us for breakfast.

"Oh thank you so much Mr. Smith, it smells wonderful."

"No problem. Why don't you just take a seat next to Suri while I fix you a plate." He gives her a gentle nudge in the direction of the table. The man is amazing. I'm a pretty good liar, but compared to this guy I look like an amateur. I wonder if he learned this skill or if he just has a natural talent for it.

Wait a minute did she say Smith? The guy's name is David Smith? It's so...so average. I guess I was thinking the guy's last name would be something along the lines of Dracula or Cripps. Smith just seems like the name of a guy that is the perfect neighbor who owns his own business etc... not a guy that goes out shoots up or snorts up... I didn't even know his last name so how was I supposed to know his preference on how he gets high...

"Suri… Umm Suri dear..."

I'm suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by the hesitant voice of Mrs. Minamino. Slowly I look up and see two pairs of eyes looking at me and I don't know what happened, but suddenly I had this uncontrollable urge to laugh. At first I tried to stifle it, but it came out as this huge animalistic snort. That snort shocked David and Mrs. Minamino and then their shocked faces just sent me into uncontrollable bouts of laughter. I was laughing so hard that I fell out of the chair and just laid there on the floor clutching my side until it subsided into fits of giggles.

Then with the occasional giggle, I finally pulled myself up back into my chair and then with a straight and very serious face, I look up at the both of them saying, "Sorry about that." Then I continue to eat my pancakes.

I have to give David credit. Not only is he a great liar, but he's a good cook too. After we get done eating, I join them both in the living room.

"Sorry for the mess. We are still trying to figure out a chore schedule." He says this while taking a seat in the only the recliner that was adjacent to the small couch.

"No, the place looks wonderful Mr. Smith."

"Please call me David. I don't really care for being called Mr. Smith in my own home."

"Or you can call him Davy." I say grinning when he shoots a glare at me from behind Mrs. Minamino.

Besides the recliner and couch the only other piece of furniture was a large coffee table. I doubt that it's considered good manners to sit on a coffee table, so instead I sit on the farthest edge of the couch and Mrs. Minamino sits on the other end. The apartment, like she said, does look wonderful. The man keeps the place very clean. Robin egg color walls make the place look calm and inviting. The black rug over the hardwood floors gives the place a slight modern appearance. The only times I've ever seen the apartment looking messy is when he goes on a drug induce rampage and starts breaking stuff.

"Suri… You're okay with me calling you Suri, right?" Nodding my head, she continues while taking out a little note book to take notes with.

The meeting was going pretty well if you take out my random, psychotic bout of laughter. Mrs. Minamino asked all the usual questions. How are you? Are you both getting along well with each other? Have I gotten into any more fights?

David and I answer all these questions with a polite yes and no. She then asked for me to show her to my room. This request surprises me a bit. Most social workers come in ask the questions make sure the place isn't a complete mess then leave. They never asked to see my room before. Slowly, I get up and lead her to the spare bedroom at the end of the hall.

I haven't used the room very much for obvious reasons so I don't know what to expect when I open the door. When I walk in, the room is exactly the same as I left it. Bare. The walls are mental institution white. There is a futon that almost takes up the whole floor and on the other side of the wall there is a small sliding door closet. I hate this room. Any time I'm in it, I just want to leave. It feels like I'm trapped and inside a box. There are no windows and the only way out is through the door. It makes me nervous.

I see that Mrs. Minamino is taking down notes. I wonder what she's writing. Then she turns her head and looks at David who I guess decided to follow us.

"Can you give us a minute please? I have some questions to ask Suri."

Without missing a beat he replies "Sure." and heads back to the living room.

Closing the door she walks inside and plops down on the futon. I'm confused… What on earth is this lady doing?

Laughing at my expression she pats the futon indicating that she wants me to sit with her. Hesitantly, I comply.

"Suri I know that you don't know me that well and that you don't trust me, but I want us to get along. So I'm gonna ask some questions to you and if you chose to answer them then you get to ask me a question that I have to answer. What do you think? Want to give it a try?"

I nod and she asks the first question. "What's your favorite color?"

Raising an eyebrow I say, "You know that that's not a very deep question right? But it's blue."

"We'll get to the deeper questions, but now it's your turn."

"Okay..Hmmm.. What made you become a social worker?" I'm actually interested. I'm taking advantage of this opportunity. It's the first time I've had the chance to interrogate a social worker.

"I want to help children find a place where they belong. Why were you sent away from your last home?"

Surprised at the sincerity I heard in her answer I reply with the truth. "They thought I was a child of Satan and that my being there would ruin their perfect family image. It sounds like you actually care for these children... Why?"

"Why? Well, I guess they remind me of my own kids I have two boys Shuichi and Shuichi."

"Wait their both named Shuichi?"

Giggling happily she replies, "Well that was just a happy coincidence you see the oldest Shuichi is my first child. A couple of years ago I married my husband who also had a child whose name was Shuichi . Anyway I couldn't even begin to imagine them in a strange place with people they didn't know trying to find a place where they belong."

"Wow, small world."

"Yes well, I believe I get to ask you two questions now."

Leaning back I grin "I guess you do."

"Why did your last family feel that you where Satan's child, and how many homes have you been placed in before?"

These questions take me by surprise and wipe my grin clean off my face "Wow. I guess we are getting to the serious stuff now. I'm not gonna go into detail, but I'm a bit different from normal people and I'm a lot different from most girls. I didn't fit into my last family's idea of a proper young lady. And how many homes lets see... When my parents first left I was put into an orphanage I was about five or six.

"I was a pretty cute kid so I was adopted quickly...but that family couldn't handle me. They were really nice. They tried for six long years to accept me, but again I'm difficult to get along with. When they finally gave up I was sent to the girl's home. I was about eleven.

"I was in that place for like a year and a half then I ran away. That place was horrible. I will never go back there. I stayed out of the system until I was thirteen. Would have avoided it longer if it wasn't for that little broom incident in Tokyo City. Well, after they caught me, I got sent to my last foster home then got sent here."

Turning to face her, I can see she has more questions, but I'm now done with playing question games, so I look at my watch put on a shocked face.

"Crap! Its 12 already?! I'm supposed to be meeting up with a friend. Guess we have to continue this conversation next Check-In-Day Mrs. M." I say with a grin.

"Yes we do and I'm sorry for making you late with your friend."

"Not a problem. Mrs. M."

Grinning I wave at her. "See you later Davy!" I yell while picking up my backpack and heading for the door.

I can hear David ask "Mrs. M.?"

Smirking I close the door and begin to plan what I'm gonna do today.