Hana and I say silently on our living room couch. The air was cold, and bitter. Dust was forming everywhere from the two of us not staying there for so long. Our father stood before us, his thin arms pinned at his sides. My eyes glanced over at Hana's clenched fists, and I wondered how long it would be until she erupted.
"So, what made you think you were capable of leaving this house unattended?" My father asked smoothly, not a tone of anger in his voice. The calm nature was almost disgusting.
"Well maybe if you wouldn't have left in the first place…" Hana said, raising her brow.
My father silenced her with a rising of his hand. "I understand your point, my dear, but there's not need to be unreasonable. Your aunt was perfectly capable of handling you two. I now feel the need to pay Mr. Ootori for his pains."
"There was no pain," I scoffed. "Kyouya is our friend. Mr. Ootori isn't even there half the time, so there really wasn't any problem besides the one you're drawing up."
My father raised a brow, directing facing me now. I couldn't break away from his blue stare. "It seems that you and the youngest Ootori boy are more than just friends, Amaya." My heart began to race. What say did he have in anything? "How about you clarify things for me, or is that the case?"
"It's nothing that concerns you," Hana said proudly. Never had I seen her so fierce looking. Her eyes were wide and unforgiving. "If the two of them are together, let it be so. He gives her more love than you ever did."
"Hana," I whispered harshly towards her.
"What?" She snapped, standing up. "Am I not allowed to tell the truth in this house?"
My father once silenced us with his hand. I was beginning to get annoyed at how calm he was being. Why was he even here? "You are absolutely right, Hana. Now please, sit down. I want to discuss a certain matter with you." Hesitantly, my sister sat down. Comfortingly, I took her hand in mine. "As you know, my job requires a lot of sacrifices."
I didn't like where this was going.
"The company feels as though my time here in Tokyo has been fulfilled, and they would like to transfer me." There was silence between all three of us. Were they going to transfer him, or was he going to take all of us along? "So, we are moving. We are moving to England in two weeks."
Hana shot up from the chair, shouting. "What are you talking about 'we' ? You can leave us for a month, but then you decide that you want us to come with you? No way!" She scoffed, putting her thin hands on her hips. "I'm not going anywhere with you! You might be my dad, but you can't control me!"
"Actually, I can," he said firmly, walking up to her and shoving her down onto the couch.
I stood up abruptly, smacking him across the face. He stood, his head turned away from me for a moment. "You've never treated us like a father. Tokyo has been more of a home to us than the one we're standing in now. I will not have my little sister leave this home because of your foolish rules. You want us to move as a family? Too late. We stopped being a family when mom died," I cursed, and began to walk up the stairs.
"You will come," My father's voice said as I continued walking. "No matter what you say, you will come."
I slammed the door to my room and looked around my room. It felt strange to be back in here. It'd been about a month now, and everything was untouched. I slowly sat down on my bed, running my fingers through my hair. I knew this would happen sooner or later. He was my father, and I couldn't avoid him forever. It's just that everything was starting to seem perfect. Everything was starting to seem okay, and now it was all being taken from me.
My father was right. He could make us move, if he had to. And he would. I looked down at my phone. No missed calls, no new texts. My door slowly opened, Hana standing in my threshold. "Come in," I mumbled, pulling her into a hug once she sat on my bed.
"Amaya, we can't move. Especially you. What about Kyouya?"
"He's just a boy," I choked, shaking my head. "It's not the end of the world…"
She shook her head, breaking free from my gasp. "Amaya, don't kid yourself. You never like guys. He's finally there for you, and you're acting like it doesn't even matter." I looked away, not ready to talk about this yet. "Besides… what about me?! I love Tokyo! We were born here, so like, it's not fair at all that we just have to move to England!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Besides. They have an old queen, that's just boring and lame."
I laughed, trying to brighten the mood. "Oh, Hana. Don't think about it right now, okay? We go back to school tomorrow, and maybe we can talk some sense into dad. But for now, just try and get some rest, okay?"
She nodded, not moving. "Actually, Amaya. Do you mind if I sleep in here for the night?" Her sad face sickened me. She was never sad.
"Of course not," I said, attempting to smile. As both of us got situated and comfortable, Hana fell asleep right away. I sat in my bed, thinking things over. Hana was right. I never liked guys. How bad could it be though? If we really did have to move; how hard would it be for me to leave him? To leave the host club, too, no doubt. I looked once more at my phone before falling asleep. No missed calls.
