Dinner talk
After they talked it over Mrs. Sakurai said, "Very well, who wants dinner?"
From hearing those words my arm flew up, same as Shizukus.
"Okay, who wants to help?" My arm slowly went down, but Shizukus stayed there. "Good I need to talk to you Shizuku."
"As do I, to you, Mr. …what was it?" Mr. Sakurai asked.
"Hm? Oh, Haru." I said.
"No," He said after the girls went into the kitchen, "your last name."
I sat there trying to think, but I ended up saying, "I, I don't know."
He laughed and said, "Come on," He looked at me and saw my face. "How do you not know?"
I cleared my throat and asked, "Do you ever remember a newspaper saying something about a, a death or fire or I don't know, something like that?"
"Hm…" he thought about it for a minute before saying, "Six years ago, yes. Why?"
"'The young boy was rescued from the fire that occurred last night, although it has been confirmed that the mother is dead.'" I said remembering the newspaper.
"How do you remember…?" His eyes softened, "I'm so sorry… I worked with your mother. She was a good woman."
"Thank you." I had nothing else to say, but when Shizuku and her mother came in with food we all cheered.
I guess to separate us, Mr. and Mrs. Sakurai sat across from each other leaving Shizuku and I to sit across from each other as well.
At dinner they talked with each other leaving me out except for every now and then. I would always look at who was talking.
At the end Shizuku asked me, "Have you ever seen one of my sisters? I know it's a big place and all but…"
She didn't finish what she was saying, so I said, "I think so. When I first saw you, you looked like someone else, so maybe."
"She was probably walking around with a girl with brownish long hair. Maybe calling her Yuki-chan."
I was about to say something, but I saw that her parents were looking at her funny. "'Yuki-chan'?" Her mother asked.
"Oops." Shizuku said quietly.
"Since when is it Yuki-chan?"
I wanted to get her off of the unwanted spotlight. "Ya, she looks just like you, but older."
It seamed to have worked to, because her dad asked, "Have you ever talked to them?"
"No, but I see them quite often."
Shizuku smiled. "You should talk to them sometime."
"I will next time I see them."
After dinner I cleaned the dirty dishes, even the ones we didn't use, and was about to leave when I remembered I didn't have anywhere to go.
"Nowhere?" Mrs. Sakurai asked after I told them.
"No." I said. "Guess I didn't think that far. Ha, ha."
Shizuku came from downstairs after brushing her teeth. "So, where are you staying?"
"Um, nowhere so far." I said.
"You can stay here!" She said sounding like she was a little scared.
"Um, honey," Mr. Sakurai said, "you can't just go around asking people if they want to sleep at our house."
"Come to think of it, I didn't even bring a sleeping bag. Or a pillow. I wasn't thinking much, was I?" I said to myself.
"But…," Shizuku looked sadder then when I first saw her, "he's not a stranger."
"Now, dear," Mrs. Sakurai said to her husband, "he has nowhere else to go and he fixed the door-"
"That he broke." He said.
"Yes, but he also washed the dishes by himself." She said arguing.
"Ugh," Seeing how pointless it was to argue with his wife Mr. Sakurai said, "Okay, but just tonight."
"Yes." Said Shizuku, but only I heard her.
"Thank you." Mrs. Sakurai and I said.