Chapter 2: The Real World
Tomoko tossed her apron onto the bed that she was given, even if she was still living with the woman she called her mother. Flopping down and brushing some of her bluish green hair out of her face, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "The nerve of that idiot. Why do I have to work that job?"
"Is something the matter?" Her mother decided to pipe in at that moment after eavesdropping. Opening the door to let light shine into the dark room, a smile was on her lips at the woman that was her daughter.
"No." The sapphire eyed woman said and got up from sitting on the bed that was hers. Walking past her mother, she stopped and looked back at her. Sighing and shaking her head, she started out of the house to get a breath of fresh air like always. Every time she felt like this, she hated being this way.
As she sped walked through the alleys and roads, she finally was out of the crowded area and into somewhere that was quiet. That distant sound of chatter from her home was there but it didn't bother her like before. Flopping down in the grass with her back against a tree, a smile stretched across her face.
The moon finally started to come out, which was another thing that made her feel a little lighter. It meant that the streets would die down soon until there were people out and about late that night. Closing her eyes and looking at the darkness of her subconscious, Tomoko wanted to go back in time so she could be free like any child.
"I feel four walls closing in . . ." Her voice sung out, accompanied by the distant sound of crickets and other night creatures. As she continued the ballad that her father would hum to her when she was in her youth. He finally showed her what the sound was after she pestered him about it for a week. "I wanna be like you, throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too."
Opening her eyes that would appear pale in the moon's light, a smile graced her face. She wasn't sure when it fell into a thin line that showed no emotion but it was a song that she held close to her heart. A lot of the songs the bluish green haired woman sang for two nights at the bar were close to her heart. All because her father taught them all to her.
Getting up and dusting herself, her feet carried her away from the tree that she was at. With each step that brought her closer to her home, her anger seemed to return with each movement. That man had no right to raise a sword at her, no less its cover. Rolling her eyes at the shinigami, she huffed.
Hopefully she never saw him again. It annoyed her that she had to serve shinigami and other high ranking people but shinigami bothered her more. It was the fact that they didn't care, at least that's what she thought of them. Stepping into the busy road, she walked around people that were doing different things and looked around. Her gaze still took in the moon that was in the sky.
"Yarou." She cursed to herself at the bald shinigami. Narrowing her eyes at the memory of the man, that urge to quit the job that helped out with the house came at her. She couldn't though. Tomoko knew her mother would probably force her to work at the flower shop that she owned and probably force her to marry someone she hated more then the shinigami.
Stepping inside her home, hearing the distinct laughter that she was familiar with, she slipped off her beaten up sandals that were comfortable. Tomoko's gaze went around the corner after turning it and seeing a shihakushĂ´ but that unruly hair was familiar. "When did you get here onii-san?"
"A few minutes ago. Ka-san said you were out moping again. Don't tell me you lost another job because of a shinigami. Why do you hate us so much?" Her brother questioned as he gave a stern look at his younger sister.
"You know as well as I do the reason behind the grudge. Ka-san knows it too but I haven't lost this job. He's actually gave me a singing part for two days a week. It's really nice except tonight when I was being a barmaid." Tomoko whined at the thought of the fight that she started.
"What happened? Which shinigami touched your oshiri?" The man of the house asked as he leaned in. His own gaze narrowed but it didn't seem to have the same effect as her watery gaze. "I'll hurt him if you know his name."
"No one done that to me! Gez, you're a hentai. He tried to harm me though but not like that way." The blue green haired woman said as she rolled her empty glass on the table. Watching the object go back and forth, her head shook. "I'm not sure what his name is."
"Why not?" He asked. "If I go with you tomorrow, point him out if you see him."
"Stop trying to protect me! You can't keep it up forever because soon you'll be married and then you'll be occupied with playing house. You're starting a new life, like when you graduated from shinĂ´reijutsuin. Just stop it."
He started to say something with his finger going up in the air, but dropped it down when she started again. "Kunio! Uresei! Uresei!"
Sighing, the older of the two siblings ruffled her hair, earning a glare from his sister. A smile came onto his face but it wasn't worth it. She was right about it though. He was starting a new chapter in his life that would take a lot of time out of his day like being a shinigami.
Her mother looked at the two and sighed. It was just like Tomoko to say something like that so bluntly. It reminded her so much of her husband. Smiling at the man that was brought into her mind, she went on working on dinner.
"You're right Imouto but that doesn't mean I stop being your older brother. I'll still be that and I'll protect you from anything." Kunio explained for the hundredth time it felt like. It was his right to protect her from anything that would harm her in anyway. That's what he promised when he found out he was gaining a sibling.
Biting her lip as her gaze laid on the cup, Tomoko looked up at the man that she was related to. Nodding, knowing that it was a repeated thing he would say to her, the younger sibling rose from the table. "I'm not hungry right now. I'm going to go to bed."
Her mother turned back to look at her daughter. Something was bothering her and she couldn't tell what it was. Sighing, she stirred the rice around.
Tomoko flopped on the bed, tossing the apron off the furniture and buried her face in the pillow. It was hard to keep things sane around her. It was hard to keep her disgust inside her body when she saw a shinigami strolling the streets. It was even harder to do that when she was stuck at work. "Kuso."
Yarou: Bastard
Onii-san: Older brother
Ka-san: Mother
Oshiri: Butt
Hentai: Pervert
Uresei: Shut Up
Imouto: younger sister
Kuso: damn
Shorter but the words I used are from a list I have. I seriously need to get a Japanese to English dictionary. Please review.
