Chapter 2

"Morning," yawned Kisara walking down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

"Morning," replied four voices, Kisara sat between her brothers Echizen Ryoga and Kaname Subaru and opposite Matsuda Hatori.

"Here," said Kaname kindly placing a cup of black tea with milk and sugar in front of his little sister. "You look like you need it." Kisara turned around and hugged her brother gratefully around the waist when she realised, her second brother was standing behind her, then who was she sitting next to? She opened a sleepy eye to see a tall male, black hair with strangely familiar side burns, a faded scar on one cheek and a strong nose that looked as if it could survive being hit at by a baseball bat.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked immediately, it was then she realised he wore the same uniform as her only he wore dark blue pants instead of a skirt, she also wore a long fingerless glove on her left hand that went from the base of her fingers to her elbow. Echizen snorted and held out his hand towards Matsuda who placed two 1,000 yen notes on his palm.

"Told ya," he chuckled.

"Damn it, I was certain you'd scream at the sight of him," said Matsuda his voice filled with sorrow.

"Kisa, it Sanada Geiinichiro, remember?" said Kaname softly in Kisara's left ear. "He used; and still does; to live next door to us and you learnt tennis together, remember?" There was an undermining tone in his voice, as if he was warning Kisara. His voice lowered further and he whispered something else that no one else could hear.

Kisara looked at Sanada closely. "Shiro-chan?" she asked using her old nickname for him it combined the 'S' from Sanada and 'Hiro' from Geniichiro, what it could had possibly meant, no one knew.

"Sara, drop the 'chan', please," Sanada added remembering her fussiness for manners and respect.

"Oh! Yeah, 'chan' doesn't exactly describe you anymore does it?" said Kisara looking as Sanada's hair. "Same old, same old…I guess."

"Okay, eat, Geiinichiro-kun has tennis practice and Kisa, you need to go to the administration office early to sign in and meet your form teacher," hurried Kaname placing a place of French toast and bacon before Kisara, Sanada was already almost finished.

"Yes sir!" replied Kisara placing the bacon inside the two slices of toast, Sanada watched amused, old habits died hard it seemed, she used to place the bacon inside the bread before eating it like a sandwich with her fingers but this time she did something different, she picked up the knife and fork and began cutting a bit off at a time before eating it. She'd gotten older, perhaps that's why her habits had changed, was the explanation Sanada thought in his mind, but looking around he wasn't the only one who noticed the change in habit, all three brother were looking at Kisara as she ate.

"Tell you what," said Matsuda after a long silence excluding the sound of Kisara eating, strange enough that hadn't changed, she still made funny noises when she chewed and whenever someone indicated that she had crumbs on her face she'd make a large action to remove it but still missed. "I'll drive you two to school," he offered. "I'm already nervous…"

"About what?" asked Kisara.

"Kisa," Kaname sighed and wiped the crumbs from her face with a napkin, Echizen smirked but stopped when Kaname wiped some from his face.

"You," explained Matsuda.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Then there's nothing to fear, I've been on trains before."

"That's probably a contributing factor."

"But you just said you had no idea why you were worried."

"That was five seconds ago, people change."

"You sure change a lot," remarked Kisara taking a sip of orange juice. "Tell me how long did it take for you to proceed from diapers to wetting the bed? Since you change so quickly did it take 8 years or was that just a lot quicker for you because you choose to wet the bed then go past Buggy the clown every night to relive yourself?" Echizen made a sound that resembled dripping water onto a hot pan, Matsuda glared at him.

"I need to pee," said Echizen suddenly standing up and leaving the dinning room.

"I'm older than, I'm taller than you, I weigh more than you, show some respect," rebutted Matsuda but there was humour in his eyes.

"Oh yes and I'm such a slut for authority," said Kisara. Sanada was taken aback, so her sharp tongue hadn't changed, in fact it'd gotten worse it seemed.

"Okay that's it," said Kaname firmly whacking Kisara on the head; with the frying pan he was drying after it had been cleaned; before doing the same to Matsuda.

"Hey! You promised not to do that anymore!" exclaimed Matsuda. Echizen returned from the restroom.

"What'd who do?"

"There's an awful lot of excitement," remarked Kisara.

"I'm taking a wild guess that you've been flaying again with your frying pan, haven't you, Kaname-nii?" asked Ryoga sitting back down in his chair and taking a sip of orange juice.

"Now listen here you two," the tone of Kaname's voice had changed. "Let me tell me two things about myself. I too a member of this household and like you, I can be painfully vindictive, and I do not play fair."

"That's three things," Echizen pointed out.

"See? Not playing fair already and I'm just getting started," Kaname made an 'hmp' noise before storming off back to cleaning the kitchen. Kisara and Matsuda exchanged looks. Sanada once again in 20 minutes had found himself unable to speak. Kisara caught a look from him and grinned as she said.

"All reality, none of it scripted. Come one, we better get going before Kaname finds out that a knife hurts more than a frying pan," she winced and touched the back of her head. "I'm seeing stars."

"As am I," replied Matsuda. "Tell you what if you get to heaven before me save me a spot, I don't want to be standing waiting in line like a smock."

"There's the touch of a poet in you," cheered Echizen Ryoga standing up as well and collected all the silverware while Kisara took the glasses and mugs and Matsuda the plates.

"I'd say just touched," said Kisara.

"May I help?" offered Sanada.

"No need," replied the three in sync as they carried the plates, mugs and silverware to the kitchen sink where Kaname was done cleaning the pots and pans.

"Bye," said Kisara placing a kiss on Kaname's cheek.

"See you."

"Leave me dinner," said Matsuda kissing Kaname quickly on the lips.

"Yes yes."

Ryoga paused and looked at his brother in law. "I love you and all, but is it alright if I don't kiss you?" Kaname just smiled and shook his head.

"Let's go," said Kisara impatiently taking hold of Sanada's elbow and leading him to the front door, the four of them put on their shoes exchanging goodbyes at the same time. "Is something wrong?" asked Kisara as she climbed in beside him in her brother's black Volvo.

"Nothing, I feel as if I fell asleep and woke up in a soap opera," replied Sanada moving his bag so Kisara could have more room at the same time noting she was carrying a regular school bag, far too small for a tennis racket.

"I want to be on cable," said Kisara firmly. "That's where all the interesting things are being done." Sanada finally caved, he just shook his head and laughed, perhaps she hadn't changed as much as he initially thought, she was just as annoying, oblivious and funny as ever.

* * *

"Teachers?" asked Kisara.

"Most are alright, some will bite your head off for talking back," replied Sanada. "Depends on who you get." Kisara grinned.

"Can't wait."

"Oh dear," sighed Matsuda from the front seat. "I don't like the sound of that." Kisara ignored him.

"Rikkai's a middle school, high school and University right?" asked Kisara. "Is there any exams or test to move from one to another?"

"Contrary to common belief there is," replied Sanada as the car pulled to a halt. "As long as you pay attention, you'll be fine, I guess."

"Okay out!" said Matsuda.

"What's got your knickers in a knot?" asked Kisara.

"You talk too much is what," replied her older brother. "Out! And I'm not picking you up."

"Did I say something?" Kisara asked Sanada as he opened the door and got out. "Did you say something?" she added getting out herself.

"Kaname's making meatballs for dinner, and get home before dark!" warned Matsuda.

"Yes, I know, have a safe trip."

"I will, you better."

"I will, love you."

"As much as you irritate me I can't help but say I love you too," replied Matsuda.

"Good bye Hatori-san," said Sanada. Matsuda ignored him and turned back to face the front.

"Bye," said Kisara slamming the door shut.

"What was that?" asked Sanada as the car drove off.

"My brother has issues, my guess is it is better for you to just ignore them," said Kisara with a deadpan expression.

"Sure."

"On a different matter, anything worth mentioning while I was away?" asked Kisara.

"Well, won two middle school Kanto championships," said Sanada. Kisara nodded.

"Hmm, congrats."

"We won two middle school national championships."

"Hmm, not bad, congrats once more." Sanada froze in his steps and looked at Kisara, his usual frown lines deeper than usual.

"Who are you and what have you done to the real Echizen Kisara?" Kisara paused and turned around with one eyebrow up.

"I lured her in with candy, raped her, skinned her alive, put her skin on myself and am now posing as Kisara so I can find more victims, it's easier to do so by pretending to be a girl because men are horny idiots who just want to get laid," she replied.

"No, seriously, two years ago if I lost in a competition you'd make me run laps until either you got bored or I passed out," said Sanada walking towards her, looking at her suspiciously he asked. "What sport do I play?"

Kisara looked nervous, but before she could answer a voice shouted Sanada's name.

"Sanada-fukbucho!" shouted a short curly haired male with emerald green eyes; he wore the same Rikkai uniform as Sanada and a similar bag. "Sorry for being late to tennis practice, I'm sorry! I fell asleep on the bus and…" He slowly stopped rambling when he noticed that Sanada wasn't listening, he staring at a female whom he had never met.

"Is there really a point in me answering, Geniichiro?" she asked, there was a mocking tone in her voice. "After all, that little boy has gone about shouting the answer." Sanada held her gaze for a moment before turning his attention to the second year student.

"Go get changed," he said. Kirihara gulped and ran as fast as he could.

"Well that was fun, I better go," said Kisara smiling.

"I'll show you to the administration office," offered Sanada.

"No need," Kisara had to stand on her toes to kiss Sanada on the cheek. "I'll be fine, I'm sure my charming personality and wit will not get me into detention on my first day."

"See you around then."

"Yeah, see you around," echoed Kisara waving before turning around and leaving.

* * *

"What are they talking about?" asked Kirihara picking up his racket and twirling it around his fingers.

"I have no idea," admitted Kuwahara as he and his kouhai watched as Sanada talked to Yanagi and Yukimura.

"Yukimura-bucho looks happy," noted Kirihara.

"And Yanagi-san doesn't, in a way," added Kuwahara. "What do you think Sanada's thinking?"

"As usual, probably thinking what is the best way to slap someone so you inflict maximum damage."

"She's here!?" asked Yanagi, Yukimura smiled.

"This is getting interesting."

"You had breakfast with her?" asked Yanagi.

"Yeah."

"You rode to school with her in the same car?"

"Yes."

"And not once did it not occur to you to ask her, where the hell were you for 2 years!"

"No, it didn't actually."

"So, what now?" asked Yukimura.

"Pretend we don't know her," suggested Sanada.

"What?"

"She's already started doing it."

"What do you mean?" asked Yukimura. Sanada indicated with his chin to a Kisara who was being shown around the school by a teacher, Yanagi waved but she showed no signs of recognising him.

* * *

"Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly, birds fly over the rainbow, why then oh why can't I?" sang Kisara as she washed her hands at the sink of the female toilets. The sound of a toilet flushing behind her the door of a cubical opened, a pinked haired female walked out, only she was wearing pants.

"What are you doing in the boys toilets?" he asked, he looked around. "What am I doing in the girls toilets?" Kisara laughed.

"I don't know, you tell me." The boy thought for a moment.

"I still have a hangover from yesterday's party," he said at last. "And I came here to throw up."

"Did you?" He smiled proudly.

"Nope, by the way have we met?"

"In another female toilet?"

"No, never mind, I'm still half drunk," there was a pause. "Hi, I'm Marui Bunta." Kisara laughed lightly as he stuck out his hand.

"You do intend to wash that first, right?"

"I keep an extremely clean penis," he replied Kisara laughed again as Marui walked to the sink he turned the tap and washed his hands. He dried them on a paper towel before sticking out his hand once more. "Marui Bunta, 3-C."

"Echizen Kisara," replied Kisara. "Don't know what form I'm in yet sorry." Marui closed his eyes. "You okay?"

"I made a horrible mistake sleeping with that girl lat night," he answered sitting on the bathroom floor. "We played a game called 'Drink Poker'."

"Ah well you're not the only one who got laid," replied Kisara.

"Is that so? May I have the honour of picturing you naked?" asked Marui, she laughed and kicked him lightly. "Mistake?" Kisara opened her mouth to reply but he interrupted. "Men regret the woman they don't sleep, woman regret about the men they do…my mother told me."

"No, not a mistake, it was about time I did something stupid."

"I'm stupid; do me…sorry, still drunk, when you meet me sober I assure you I'm not such a Niou."

"A Niou?"

"A guy in our tennis club, he…sleeps around."

"I see."

"Yeah, can you help me up?" he asked, Kisara held out her hand for him, once he was on his feet she pulled her arm back but he didn't let go.

Marui was starring intensely at a scar five centimetres in length on her left arm, on a 90 degree angle to her wrist.

"Let go," she said grabbing her black glove from the sink; which she'd taken off to wash her hands; she snatched her wrist out of Marui's grip and left the bathroom. Marui starred at the door for a moment.

"Did I just meet an attempted suicide person I wonder?" he asked himself. "Wonder if the sex was that bad…"