Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, but I did make up his family in this story, on my own.

A/N: Even if he doesn't really have three sisters and a brother , bear with me. I'm justtrying tobuild a story here. Arigato

Ai- means "love"

Haruko-"spring"

Sorano- "of the sky"

Sano- "God of the waters"

Chapter 2

"He didn't even give you his name?"

"Nope."

"That's weird."

"He looked familiar, though, I just can't put my finger on where I've seen him before," Yayoi said, looking up from the book he had been more or less staring at then reading. Sorano, Yayoi's sister and the second eldest, stood by a counter, twirling a rose from a bouquet idly in her fingers.

Yayoi had three sisters. Haruko was the eldest and the one to whom the floral shop belonged to. She had kept it quite nice over the past year, and got a good number of customers. She had fiery hair that was a trait handed down from their mother, who was admired for her hair's exotic color. She normally wore it straight and in a high ponytail, as to let it flow from side to side as she walked. That was what attracted men to Haruko; her exotic hair. Her eyes were a light shade of green casually mixed in with slate gray.

The next in line, and three years Haruko's junior, was Sorano. Sorano had an elegant beauty about her. Her midnight hair tumbled down her back in curls that would almost seemed impossibly positioned. Her ice blue eyes could halt anyone in their tracks. She had curves in all the right areas, and overall got a good many stares from the opposite sex when strolling to wherever. Yayoi was still surprised that his elder sisters still had their ears.

Ai, four years his junior, was completely adorable. Her name fit her perfectly because there wasn't one person who hadn't seen her and immediately liked her. Many said she had to be a little angel disguised as a small child. Her ebony hair was usually set in two pigtails on either side of her head, and her two large, green orbs shone like emeralds.

Yayoi also happened to have a brother, Sano, who was what all the females longed for. He had a punk/rock look about him, with his ebony bangs hanging down over the right side of his face. The one characteristic that seemed to pull the ladies in was his golden orbs. Sano also happened to be tall, about six feet, and that gave Yayoi hope for the future.

All of this made Yayoi mull on the thought of how he, such an awkward being, was born into such a perfect family. He had an out of depth height, at five foot four, and an even more discomfited hairstyle. Seriously, what guy wears their hair down past their ass? Yayoi was sincerely taking into consideration getting it cut.

"Hello? Yayoi? Are you alive?" Sorano waved her hand in front of his face. After getting not but a blank stare, she decided to take a more drastic measure.

"ANIKI!!" she screamed, making Yayoi not only come back to reality, but also fly off the chair he was sitting on, and into a cluster of flower pots.

"Thank you! This is just what I needed! Being scared to death and falling into potted foliage is the best remedy for problems!" Yayoi layered each word with sugar-coated sarcasm.

"I'm sorry; it's just I though you were dead or something. I couldn't let you die," Sorano smiled devilishly, "Besides; I wanted to know what's going on with you and that girl."

"Yuiko? Ha! Fat chance if I'm going to get her now. She can barely notice me let alone talk to me! It's always Ritsuka this and Ritsuka that. I'm getting no where with Ritsuka in my way."

"Awhile back…didn't you say that that Ritsuka doesn't even notice her? So, why are you blaming him, he probably doesn't even mean it." Yayoi looked at her indignantly.

"You know what? I'm tired so I'll just go home. Tell Haruko I'm sorry I couldn't stay." Yayoi hastily grabbed his school bag and rushed out of the floral shop.

"Yayoi…" Sorano stared at the place where her younger sibling had just stood.

"What did you do?" Haruko asked as she came back from the storage room with a brown cardboard box.

"I don't….quite know."

Yayoi opened the front door, and an empty house greeted him. His father was on a business trip and his mother had gone to help a friend with redecorating. She most likely wouldn't be back until later. He walked over to the answering machine and listened to the message.

"Hi Hayabi-chan, it's Yuiko! My mom said that for my birthday I could have a party. Well, you're invited. Oh and so are Ritsuka, Soubi, and Kio. You remember Kio, right? The party is on Saturday, at noon. I'll see you there!" Kio. That name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place the name wit ha face. Oh well, he'd remember him when he was him at the party.

Yayoi slipped into his bath thinking about what his sister said. Maybe it wasn't Ritsuka's fault. Yet, it couldn't be Yuiko's fault. She was at least that smart. Wait, had he just indirectly insulted Yuiko? He definitely needed sleep. Yayoi drained the porcelain bathtub, wrapped a towel around his waist, and trudged to his room. Once in his room, Yayoi proceeded to pull on pajamas. He then slipped under the indigo comforter and let sleep drag him into a world of peacefulness.

Yayoi trotted to school the next day, now anticipating Yuiko's birthday party. He had even gotten her a stuffed cat. It was black and had small, plastic, green eyes. He had also gone to the trouble of lovingly stitching her name into the small paw. That, sadly, was another thing to add to his awkward list. He could sew. No guy sewed. Kami, I'm such a weirdo, Yayoi thought.

When Yayoi walked into the room, the usual bustle of children talking filled his ears. He spotted Yuiko chatting animatedly with to Ritsuka. Upset again, Yayoi say down at his desk, instead of going over and greeting Yuiko. Now he had only one problem to deal with. Who was that man?

Yayoi barely focused any attention in class that morning, and never heard the noon bell ring. He had too many problems to deal with to pay attention. That was weird for him, he figured that it was okay to take a break from paying attention. He, of all people, needed it.

"Hayabi, the bell rang," Miss Shinonome said worriedly.

"Huh? Oh! Sorry Miss Shinonome. Arigato."

" Hayabi?"

"Yes?"

"Are you…sure that you're ok. You seemed a little off this morning." She looked at Yayoi, hoping that he would tell her what was wrong. She hated seeing her best student unfocused like he usually is.

"I'm fine, don't worry. I'm sure it'll work out," Yayoi said quickly and left before she could say anything.

A/N: Please read and review. I really want to know what you think of this story, ok? Arigato.

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