(Third Person)
"Man, why do I have to go with you?!" IV growled. He was quickening his pace, distancing himself from his brother. III was walking at a good speed. He was constantly looking at the sides of the roads and at the slip of paper with the address.
"We aren't anywhere close. We probably too a wrong turn."
"Or that we went a stupid back-way, idiot." IV mused.
"Stop calling me that!" III hissed slightly.
"Don't get your curls in a knot because we're lost."
III sighed. "Look. It's almost sunset ad I'm tired of walking."
IV grumbled in response. He didn't care if his feet were aching. "We'll get a bus or something..."
III managed to catch up in a pant. "It would be easier if Brother V got us there. But you had to go and make him angry."
"Hmph. Whatever."
It had apparently been a couple of hours past the time they started. It seems that it would take some time to reach their destination. The air was slightly warm and many people were getting off work and heading home.
"What the hell does that say?!" IV then moved behind his younger brother. III was busy studying the information and almost walked into a street sign or two.
"Damn it! Are you listening, kid?"
"Aha," the boy then looked up at an oncoming street sign. "Sugitori is close by. We must be in the right area after all!"
IV growled. "I should have let you walk into those signs..."
"Did you say something, Brother?" III then glanced back at his brother, a questionable look on his face. IV remained silent. he now lost interest and was looking away.
III then just shrugged and looked around for someone to talk to. His gaze drifted over to a grocer who was bringing in empty wooden cases from the front of the store.
"Excuse me sir!" The man looked up as he lifted four half-empty
crates. III had come up to him. Sure enough, the man was wearing a manager tag. IV glanced over in the direction his brother went and was watching the conversation from the corner of his left eye. He noticed the expressions that the manager was displaying: mild shock to a pondering look. The manager then told III to wait where he was for a few moments as he went inside. He returned and handed him a round, lumpy parcel. III then bowed, thanking the man for his time and ran back up to IV.
"What were you doing over there for?" the older teen looked suspiciously at his younger brother.
"Asking how far we are. He says that the Ichiyami Estate is the second right from here." III answered and held the bag with his hand. "He even asked for us to deliver these to Mr. Hirota Ichiyami."
IV looked over and tugged at the bag with his fingers. "Well, what the hell's in there?" His brother shrugged and they continued walking.
OoooooOoooooOoooooO (Momoya's Point of View)
The evening sky was kissing the sun goodnight and sunset fell upon the area. Looking onto the horizon, my eyes gave off a look close to being glassy. I inhaled the evening air; it was wonderful as was the breeze. My short violet hair fluttered around my head.
The sound of light barking was coming my way. A small weigh bumped against my leg and I looked down. Kiki - my young Japanese Spitz was looking up at me in a playful manner, her eyes sparkling. I smiled at her sadly; she probably wanted to play with me. It was just the two of us...
"Kiki, I can't play with you at the moment." I apologized as I knelt down to pet her head. She tilted her little, white head as if asking why.
"Well, back to cleaning!" I exclaimed in a singsong voice as I twirled the broom that was already in my hand.
"Did you hear that?"
Something then made me almost jump out of my clothes in fright at the sudden comment. Instinct told me to run and hide until whoever it was was gone. I ran, with the broom in my hand, to the back of the temple and looked around for a hiding place. There were several trees with plenty of foliage.
'Gotta hurry.' I thought as I started to climb a large plum tree. 'Gotta hurry.' Footsteps were faint but I heard them. They had stopped in front of the temple.
"I don't hear anything..."
"But I heard something, Brother."
Something white was moving underneath by the trunk where I was hiding. Kiki was sitting obediently in front, her tail wagging.
"Shh!" I whispered. "Kiki, go away!" Kiki replied with a series of happy barks. Oh crap, now whoever was here is going to find me! Curse you, Kiki!
"I hear something!"
"Yeah, stupid. That's a dog." The second voice was a little deeper than the other voice. Kiki continued to bark happily as she tried to leap up the tree. I tried shooing her away and shushing her. Me, who was waving my hand in order to shoo her away, was shaking some of the lower foliage of the tree, causing a rustling.
"Now what is that?" the second person spoke. I watched as Kiki sat down in front of my hiding place.
"Hello, is anybody here?" the younger voice from before called out. Footsteps were now thumping against the ground causing Kiki to look behind her. I peeked down a little and saw two sets of feet: one pair in an nice maroon and the other an ebony black.
'C-Crap!' I thought in panic.
"Oi! Is someone up there?" the deeper voice shouted. He sounded annoyed.
'Think fast, self!' "Wooooooooooo! I am the Great Plum Tree of Kibounai Shrine! I am the Guardian of this sacred place!" I shouted as I shook some branches quite a bit.
"What kind of name is that?!"
"Hello, this is the Ichiyami estate, right?"
I froze slightly. "Answer us, or are you afraid to ask us 'Great Plum Tree'?" The tree gave a sudden shake as though a tremor somewhat went through it. Snaking my arms around a semi-thick branch, I planted myself in a firm position. Another shake went through.
"Brother! You shouldn't be doing that!" I peeked a little. The maroon boots were moving around frantically.
Faint giggling could be heard near the entrance. There were a pair of uniforms that matched my own.
They were girls from Class 2-C.
"Hey, didn't we pass that house? You know, that strange girl from Class 2-A lives there."
"Yeah, I heard about that. Too bad she lives there all alone."
"She lives alone? Why, her parents live with her, right?"
'They're talking about me?' I poked my head through the leaves and looked forward.
"Wah?!" Something then startled me to the fact and I tumbled out of the tree, bonking my head against a branch. Kiki was barking and doing something, though I had no clue what she was doing. I tried to reach my head with my hand, but it had become extremely sore and my arm went limp.
"Brother!" I felt something press against my neck. It was gentle. Pain went through my mind and I slipped into an unconscious state, blacking out completely.
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(Momoya's Point of View)
'Stupid! Stupid me! Why did I have to fall out of a tree?!' I was busy scolding myself for doing such a stupid act. My body, for some unknown reason, would warm up and cool down and warm up again. What's going on? Why am I feeling warm all of a sudden?
"Why the hell did we bring this...this monkey home with us?!"
"We had to, Brother. She's an injured girl. We couldn't leave her there."
"III, IV, tone your voices down. The girl is still recovering."
"I'll say! I'm going to force her awake whether she likes it or not!"
'You just try that, whoever you are.' I thought, sarcastically. My eyelids no longer felt heavy to me and I twitched slightly. Suddenly something brushed against my cheek. What was it?
"Wake up already, you little ki-!" Whoever that was made contact with my fist. I was pissed now. No, not because I was in pain, but because he was going to say 'kid' and he also called me a 'monkey'.
"Oh! You're awake! Thank goodness!" My eyes fluttered open and my gaze was ever shifting. A young boy, with semi-curly salmon pink hair was looking at me with brilliant green eyes and a creamy complexion.
A pang of dizziness came over me and I fell backwards back on whatever I was lying on. I was looking around now. There was a handsome man near me; he was reading a book and was ever so often glancing up to look at me. Beautiful long pale blue hair and lavender bangs complimented his deep blue eyes and pale skin.
"Nice right hook." Eh? He looked a little familiar. Why is that?
"Great job, monkey! You're just lucky that you didn't break my jaw!" Someone was glowering over the young boy and myself. There was this guy around my age. His skin was tanned slightly and he had violet-red eyes that seemed to match most of his hair. His bangs were a vivid shade of blonde. A scar went from above his right eye down to his cheek. He was clutching his chin with his hand.
"Hey, you're just lucky I didn't punch you where it really hurts - in the gut." I gave a sharp leer at the guy. "And how dare you call me a KID, which is as worse as being called MONKEY!" I hissed at him. He looked like he was going to punch me or something like that.
"Why you little -!"
"Brother, calm down!"
"How the hell am I supposed to calm down when she's here?!"
"You can stop an be grateful that I'm someone useful." I mumbled.
"Like hell you're useful! You just punched me in my damn chin!" he shouted.
"Son of a...let me see your chin." I sighed heavily.
"Why?! So you could punch it agai-HEY, LET GO!" God, he was complaining even when I want to help him. I had pulled him forward from where I was resting and pressed my finger against the area where I punched. He cringed a bit and jerked away.
"Go put some ice on that." I huffed. That ungrateful boy looked at me for some odd reason.
"Hey...it's not everyday you find someone like me." I smirked slightly as I rested the side if my head against my knee.