Chapter 2

Homecoming

By Green Day

Home
we're coming home again
Home
we're coming home again

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"Welcome home, Airah!"

Airah blinked in the bright sunlight that flooded in from the window. She was home. Her mother was running around, fixing the pillows, tweaking cushions, sweeping everywhere. Airah grinned. This is what home really was; Seeing her mother trying to fix the house up for once, while her two siblings fought over the computer in the corner. Hatori walked in behind her. Her mother straightened up, brushing back her hair.

"Hello, Hatori-san, how are you?"

Airah grinned. Her mother was all flustered, probably thinking she'd forgotten to clean somewhere so that no one would know how much of a pigsty their house really was. She slipped past her mother and walked back outside. She grabbed a suitcase out of the car . Yuki was already grabbing the other. They walked back inside together. Yuki kept on looking at her sadly, as if not wanting her to leave. She smiled at him.

"Yuki-kun, thanks for everything. Seriously." She put a finger to her lip thoughtfully. "Maybe I'll switch to your school. Tori-san wont mind."

Yuki gaped. "But Akio will. You know he'll not let you."

She smirked "But Akito doesn't have to know."

Yuki shook his head "No, Airah. Stay here. I-I don't want you to get in any more trouble."

He didn't say it out loud, but the other reason he didn't want her to go there was because there were too many Sohmas there. If she went there, they may go insane and try to…kill her. He looked at her pleadingly, hoping she would change he mind. But she didn't answer; she just walked up the stairs to her room, not saying anything. He was worried.

"Airah, are you alright? You've been really quiet."

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

Yuki didn't believe her. She kept on clutching her side as if something hurt. But Hatori said she'd be fine to return, but they'd have to keep an eye on her

She may seem strong, he'd said, but she's still human. She shouldn't have survived. We need to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Any slight thing could kill her.

Yuki looked at her. She was standing at the top of the stairs, panting slightly.

"W-well, I s-s-suppose I shouldn't be doing s-stairs so soon."

Yuki looked concerned. If just climbing one flight of stairs tired her…

"Come on; let's put these in my room."

She was smiling again, but Yuki could still see the shadow of pain on her face. She was still in pain. She still needed to be watched. But Yuki knew she was strong. She could care after herself. And yet…

"Come on, Yuki-kun, stop daydreaming."

"I'm coming, I'm coming…"

He said, climbing up the last few steps to the hallway. He walked along in silence, watching Airah carefully. She didn't seem to notice. She was limping slightly, but he ignored that. It couldn't be that bad, for she wasn't wincing in pain anymore as she had the first few times she'd tried to walk. Hatori'd said there wouldn't be any lasting affects, but Yuki wasn't so sure. Or, at least he wasn't so sure that there wouldn't be any emotional effects.

They walked into her room and set down the suitcases. He looked around. Everything was normal. But for him, nothing was normal anymore. He'd finally had something like a life when all this came crashing down upon him. He sighed.

"Yuki-kun?"

He shot up.

"What? Oh, sorry, Airah-chan."

"Yuki-kun, is something wrong? You've been looking out of it lately."

"It's nothing."

He muttered. But Airah was not fooled.

"Yuki-kun, you don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine, trust me."

He didn't answer. Airah looked at him curiously.

"Yuki-kun?"

"I'm gonna go. I'll see you later, Airah-chan."

He walked out. Hatori was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Ready to go, Yuki-kun?"

He nodded, looking behind him. He sighed, walking out the door. Hatori looked at him.

"Yuki-kun, are you Ok? You're a bit pale."

He nodded. Hatori was still looking at him curiously as they climbed into the black car. As Yuki shut the door, he noticed Airah looking at them through the window. A second look told him she was crying.

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Little-Notey-Like-Thing:Hello! I'm sti;; developing this plotline,but I have a retty good idea how it's going to end. But anyway, about me; well, I'm bored. Ihaven't gotten a chance to write very much because My school's had this writer-in residence that I got signed up for(gags irritably). So ya. My hand hurts. To much typing/writing. Bleh. Bye!!!!!!!