The Random Nonsense of Rain Kisuki

Chapter 3: Big Brother's Got a BFF!?

…Ring.

…Ring.

…RING!!!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…ah…ah. Scawy. Damn alarm clock…" I mumbled and leaned my head on the bedpost, scowling.

"Rain, sweety, are you up?" I didn't reply.

"Rain, dear, please get up…"

"I don' wanna!" I whispered groggily.

"Rain…?" Mom continued to pester me, "RAIN? GET OUT OF BED BEFORE I SEND YOUR BROTHER IN!!!"

"Good luck!" I shouted from my bed, "You'll have to get him up first!" …Oh. Crap. The door opened.

"Shove it, pipsqueak! Dad's pissed you skipped yesterday. Use better judgment." That's Lore, my big brother.

His name sounds suspiciously like "Lord." It's pretty suiting. He's a total know-it-all! And just because he's a genius! He's good at everything. He's punctual, smart, good at sports, and the most popular guy at school. He started school two years later than most 'cause Mommy and Daddy just couldn't bear to give him up so soon. So, he's the oldest senior at Bakuten High. He's a real jerk, but I'm not allowed to hit him or else I'll lose my chocolate privileges. I can't afford to lose them. Trust me.

"Now, get your *** out of bed before I throw your chocolate-chip pancakes out."

"Chocolate-chip pancakes…?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"Mmm," he nodded.

"Get out."

"Huh?

"GET OUT OF MY F***ING ROOM!!!" I shouted.

"Rain!" Mom shouted from downstairs. "Language!"

"Out," I mumbled.

"Why are you having a fit this early in the morning?" Lore sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm not wearing pants."

"For heaven's sake, Rain! I frickin' bathed you until you were nine! Does it really matter? You just don't want to stand up." True, very true. Smart***.

"I'm very self-conscious, believe it or not." I replied indignantly.

Groooaaaaaah…

"Oh," I realized, "I'm hungry. Get me food."

"Get it yourself," he snapped. He walked over to my dresser and started rummaging around. My brother doesn't really care about my privacy. And I don't really anyway, so it works out pretty well. He tossed my clothing onto the bed. And when I say clothing, I mean all of my clothing: undergarments and everything. He doesn't care.

"Get dressed."

"Grrr," I bared my teeth at him. I have fiercely sharp canine teeth, for which I am immensely proud. I crawled out of bed, only to trip on various articles of useless crap that littered my floor.

"Waaaaaahahahaha!" I cried. (That's crying; not evil laughter.) Three seconds later I was done. I wriggled out of my t-shirt (which I decided I liked and stole from Tala.) Lore rolled his eyes. Yesterday, I took my pants and socks off and slept in that days clothing.

"Yeah, you're real self-conscious," he said sarcastically.

"You're just jealous because-Oh crap! My pancakes are getting cold!" I dashed for the hallway. Lore caught me by the wrist. He pulled me back and pushed me so I was sitting on my Powerpuff Girls comforter. He picked up the white shirt he had pulled out of my drawer and ripped off the tag. He shoved my head through the big hole and let me put my arms through. I pouted. I'm not three-years old, thank you very much. I only act that way. Oh…I get it.

He left the room and made me get dressed. He had picked out my new clothes. I never wore them…my father bought them for me. Lore wasn't wasteful. Whenever he picked out my clothing I looked like a pretty and fashionable teenage girl. I hate it. I usually just wear the clothing I take from my idiots.

Before people knew who I was, they thought I was wearing their clothing for a different reason. I beat them up enough to fix this. (A/n: this story is not meant to encourage thievery, violence, swearing, rude name-calling, stupidity, or any forms of bullying or crime. It is a make-believe story that is not to be taken seriously. If you are easily influenced by this kind of behavior, do your homework or something. Ok, back to the story!) It worked quite nicely. Ok, so I think my brother does go a little over the line. I can dress myself. I just don't want to.

"You look nice, now. You're going to change when I leave, aren't you?" He said, reentering my room. I nodded. This isn't as comfortable. I think I'm in the mood to wear my "Homework is my hobby, too bad I have no time for it" t-shirt. I love that one. It has a picture of paper on it. It had blue writing on it. I like blue. And other colors…yup. Oh, yeah. Pancakes!

I shoved him out the door, slammed it, and was in fresh clothing in ten seconds flat. Man, I kick major ***.

I smiled looking in the mirror, and then frowned. I walked over to me bed –heh, I sound like a pirate-, knelt down, and lifted up the bed skirt. Pause. Before I continue on my fashionable quest, I must make one thing clear. My bed is a girl! That's why she wears a skirt. She's very pretty. I'm hardly gonna sleep on a male bed…because I'm very self-conscious. Ok, continuing. So I lifted up the bed skirt and rummaged around under my bed. Oh, there are Bryan's new shoes! He lost them here last week. Haha! I'll bring them to school today.

"Aha! Muhahahaha!!! I found it!" I laughed evilly and celebrated my victory. I put a really cool cap on. I'll leave its appearance up to your imagination.

I'm going for a cool look today. Black hoodie with gold, graffiti-style writing, torn, dark jeans: down to me knees –heehee-. Not to mention, black and electric green stripy socks up to my knees, and the ever so stylish military boots. I grinned. Who needs skirts! Other than my pretty, powerpuffriffic bed, that is.

"Pancakes! Pancakes! Delicious cakes from a pan!" I sang running down the hallway. I slid down the banister of the stairs and fell on my butt at the bottom. I recovered quickly and stormed into the kitchen.

"Feed me!" I ordered noisily.

My mom sweatdropped. She sighed and placed pancakes in front of where I sat at our wobbly, old breakfast table. Hehe! Wobbly…wobble-eeeeeeee. Haha…funny.

"Why can't you be more like your brother?" she said looking at Lore, who was cutting my pancakes for me. My eyes narrowed for a second, turning pitch black.

"Ummy!" I chirped, as if she hadn't said a word. I raised an eyebrow at Lore, who was studying my face carefully.

"What?" I snapped.

"Nothing," he grumbled, "I was just wondering why my little sister is dressed like a gagster." I glared.

"Anyway, it's about time to leave," he pointed out.

I frowned, "You go ahead." He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm driving you to school today…so you'll actually go to school."

"It was Enrique's birthday!" I protested.

"Sooo, let's head out then!" He grabbed my hand and pulling me to the door. I jabbed at my plate with my hand, and managed to swallow half a pancake in record time, being dragged all the while. I threw my fork basketball style, easily sending it into the sink. Mom glared. I was better than Lore at basketball…well, almost. Lore picked up our bags, opened the door, and headed straight for his shiny black convertible. God I love that car. I scrambled to get my shoes on, forgot to tie them. I ran towards the car, and at only a few feet from my destination, fell flat on my face.

"****!" Lore swore. Yeah, he's a real saint. "Rain! Are you okay?" He said eyes filled with worry. I pushed myself up, so my face wasn't grinding against asphalt.

"Just peachy. Never better." Ya know, except that one time when I fell out of my two-story window onto daddy's new red corvette. Guess whom he had sympathy for? Lore burst out laughing, wiping tears away from his eyes.

"You're the only person I know who has actually fell flat on her face. It's actually kind of an accomplishment," he said, struggling to regain his composure. Of course, not as much of an accomplishment as his straight-As, fit-to-burst trophy case, and countless scholarship offers.

"Oh yeah, we're going to have to get a move on if we want to arrive to school on time." And we don't, well I don't at least.

"Why? We've got ****loads of time." He frowned. Not the way a sweet little sister should speak? Perfect.

"My best friend moved here from Russia. You never met him, but…He really is a great guy. A little rough around the edges, but a great guy. He'd get a kick out of meeting someone like you," he paused for a second, looking hopeful.

After thinking for a short while, he sighed, a little disappointed, shaking his head. "If there's anyone in the world I'd give my precious little sister to…"he started, before trailing off…Precious? My eyes darkened to a honey-brown color.

He sighed again, opening the door to the black beauty. He sat down, shut the door, and waited until I was in the car and strapped to the seat. Damn law abider. He's got this thing about using seatbelts. Putting the lever into reverse, he backed out of the driveway smoothly. I turned on the radio and rocked out to Godsmack, ignoring his protests. Within minutes we were outside the richest castle in the richest neighborhood of the richest town in all of Nowheresville, awaiting Prince Rough Around the Edges.

Look, this guy is clearly too rich for a school bus, but couldn't he take a limo or a car given to him buy his rich family? Seriously, this kid was born into wealth and he's hitching rides from us. My daddy leaves at six in the morning and comes home at six at night, exhausted from his hard job of yelling at others to do his work. Holy crap! Isn't that that freaky, helluva scawy kid whom my homeroom –and possibly history- teacher fell on. Ommigod, he is really hot!

"Oi, Lore," I said looking at my brother.

"Yeah?"

"Why is my super scawy -but very hot- classmate in your Richy Mc Richardson friend's driveway?"

"Hot?" Lore scowled. I ignored him.

"Crap! He broke into the house, stole their cash and priceless jewelry, and now your helpin' 'im with da getaway! Am I good or what!?" I grinned, proud of my analysis. In fact, I was so goddamn smitten with myself, I didn't even notice said thief staring at me, leaning on the car door next to Lore.

"Or what."…****.

"Sup, Kai?" Lore said, making a grab for the door handle. Kai backed away from the door and Lore got out. I stared at Kai through the open door space. The light was better out here than in the classroom. If I'd ever seen anything close to a god, Kai had Johnny beat by freakin' light-years.

"Hey Lore, where is that thing gonna sit?" said Kai. He had a smooth voice, which I'm sure could give me chills whether he was mad or not. He had smoldering eyes, long eyelashes, and a mess of silver hair, not a single knot, but it looked like bed head. I'd kill to have bed head that pretty. I sighed.

"Gee, isn't this flattering," he said sarcastically. I snapped back to reality. Wait a sec!

"Ay, who're ya callin' a thing!?" I shouted indignantly.

"Lore, is this your sister, your girl, or have you taken a job as a taxi driver for mafia members-in-the-making?"

"She's my," he shifted uncomfortably, "…sister." Lore sighed, blushing. He's freakin' blushing! I'm so embarrassing to have as a sister that my hunk-of-heaven –as Tala creepily described him- brother was blushing.

"Thanks for your support, big brother," I snapped bitterly. Lore's eyes became harsh. He hated when I called him that. Kai frowned a little.

"So where is it sitting?"

"I forgot that…"

"I'm driving then. I don't want to show up on the third day of school with a gangster on my lap," Kai sighed, shaking his head. This guy doesn't seem as scary around my brother. A guy that gorgeous is too good to be true, even with that personality. Maybe he's gay.

"As if Lore would let you drive his car. He loves it more than life itself." Lore went around to passenger seat picked me up, sat down, and placed me on his lap. Kai started driving, I couldn't even feel that we were on the ground. It felt like we were flying through the air. He was a jerk, but a damn good driver. I looked at him and tilted me head to the side, eyes big and chocolaty.

"Hey," I began, "Are you my brother's gay lover?" He slammed on the braking, sending the car into jerky turn, leaving burning rubber marks on the ground like in a movie. He stared at me until my eyes turned pink. Bad question. The corners of his lips twitched, and his eyes turned from raging forest fire to that last warm glow in the ashes. He burst out laughing. His laugher was a little rugged, as if he rarely laughed, but I'd never heard anything that had left such an impression on me before. It was such a rare laugh, so of course it was beautiful.

"N-no," he struggled through his laughter, "You can't get any straighter than me. If you can't take my word, I can prove it to you." He winked. His voice was serious, but rather than struggling through laughter, or his usual smooth one, he sounded sexily husky. I was blushing, but that didn't mean I wasn't drooling too. Lore's hands tightened around me.

So much for rough around the edges. This guy was double-sided sandpaper. Kai resumed driving, now in a much better mood, seeing as he had successfully intimidated and seduced me. We arrived at the school parking lot, which was full of rich people cars. Lore held my waist with his left arm, as he opened the door with his right hand. He carefully placed m3 on my feet, ignoring the glaring girls nearby. He placed his now free left hand around the right side of my face.

"Be a good girl and stay out of trouble," he warned me, kissing my forehead gently. He pulled away, and then waltzed off. Kai rolled his eyes. He's my brother, not my mom! Plus he acted all nice and gentle when we around lots of people, and he was known for being cool, but nice. Not at all for being gentle. Weirdo.

Kai had magically appeared at my side -the idea of him actually having to walk was still beyond comprehension- and had dragged my off toward the building, so suddenly I almost forgot my bag. Prince CharmMe was escorting me to school. Aren't I so blessed? It would be even better if he did scare the bejeebers outa me.

He let go of me once he was sure I wouldn't run away and skip school again, leaving a burning sensation in my arm. He smelt like autumn. I walked behind him, not even realizing what was around me until I reached the door to homeroom.

Stupid self! Don't even bother trying to get a love life. You see, trivial things like love and romance and grades are pointless right now. I have something important to attend to in half an hour, and before that I needed to make a stop at my locker. Oh, and take a potty break.