Her stomach felt heavy, as if there was lead weighing her down, and her fragile chest hurt. Forcing her eyes open, Nyoko saw her brother hovering over her body with a worrisome look. "What did you do," he asked, his voice quiet. Even more so that usual. It was almost wispy.
She looked at him and whimpered, refusing to speak. Daisuke was a good child. He did everything his father and elders asked of him, no matter what. The blonde felt as if she was degrading him with her presence. "Daisuke…" she murmured, "I just don't know anymore. What's worth it or not… I just don't know." The tears didn't flow down her cheeks, if just this once, for she had decided wasting tears on nothing was meaningless. However, when Shima came in with a smug smile, her heart dropped. The maid had always hated her. How the girl derived her father, her master, of all the energy and attention she wanted. Shima liked Daisuke since he was reserved enough not to get into ridiculous messes, but not the daughter. Not Nyoko. She was a pest and created too much tomfoolery around such a household with such high prestige.
"It's about time Master Morisato kicked you out. He has disowned you and you're to be out of the estate in no more than thirty-six hours." She said with a huff, a smirk following, dancing across her wrinkled face. Her eyes were gleaming so happily as if this was the best thing in the world. Nyoko's stomach sank and her brother tried fighting off the maid with words.
"How can you be so happy about this?" His tone was contorted with anxious anger that he never showed. In fact, if it wasn't for his tone, you'd hardly be able to tell because he just looked at her as if he was simply questioning her lightly. Nyoko envied how he was able to keep himself so admirably held back even in situations like this.
"He's so sparing and kind, Master is; he's even giving his petty daughter money to get out of here! If it were me, I'd have kicked her out with nothing, but the clothing on her back," she said snidely before turning away and going off to find someone else to hoard any happiness out of. Cruel, she was, but that's how she found her own happiness.
Nyoko's fingers clenched and she stumbled upwards, only to be supported by her brother who watched her carefully with an uneasy look. Shaking her head, she wobbled to her room to pack, Daisuke following her until she walked inside; standing at the door frame with a frown. "He's had another outburst. So what? Are you really leaving because of his temper tantrums?" The blonde shook her head, eyes saddened, "It's for the best, Daisuke-nii. You see him when he looks at me. He hates me, but he doesn't hate you. If it'd make him that much happier if I'm gone, then he'd be happier with you too. So… I'm going for both our sakes." She sighed and loosened her clenched fists. Already, she had taken out her suitcases to store her clothing and old, but precious objects such as her baby blanket, a wooden music box made by her grandfather in which she kept few items of jewelry like the opal pendant that her maternal grandmother gave her for her eighth birthday. She didn't really have any mechanical devices other than her iPod, but she put that in her pocket for safe-keeping.
Shifting through her things, she found another necklace, one her brother gave her, and she smiled softly. It was jet black, cotton string that had a few white seashells attached to it with a magnetic clasp in the back. Under the pressure of her tears coming back to stain her face, she warned herself to not give in and tied her brother's gift to her around his neck. "Wear it until we meet again. Then, we'll switch it off. And every time we see one another, our love will be traded for another's," she said softly, kissing his forehead.
Daisuke looked at her, shaking his head with a slight frown. "We'll see one another every day. I'll visit - I'll do everything," he said quietly, patting his sister's hand. She smiled wistfully and broke away, "I'll see you soon then. If Papa wants you here, make sure you meet his demands, then one day, you can get away. He can't keep you here forever as one of his therapy toys." Daisuke watched his sister with hazel eyes as she looked away, pulling her packed suitcases down the hallway and down the large staircase. Quickly, he followed, offering her a hand, but she refused. "I've got to learn to be independent, Dai-nii." Exiting the house, she made her way outside and out onto the sidewalk, pulling out her cell phone to call Mika.
When she answered, Yoko told her gently that she'd be needing a place to stay for a few days, but before the brunette could ask why, Yoko said she'd tell her later. Mika passed the phone to Miku who squealed, grinning from the other side of the phone, "Yo-chii~ We'll be over in a few seconds." The blonde nodded to herself, hanging up the phone with a quick 'see you' in reply.
Yoko waited literally three seconds, and they were there on their motorcycles. "YO-CHII!" Mika screamed, "What's up?" Yoko literally had no idea how they were so perfect only mixed with a slight, but beautiful amount of imperfection. They did everything better than her, and it really was just crazy. How they even managed to freaking drive eighteen blocks in three seconds just blew her mind. Defying the law of physics… Ugh.
The frail blonde gave a warm smile to mask her melancholic mood and walked to Miku's motorcycle, hopping on the back when the twin motioned her over. She was given the instructions to "close your mouth, so you don't accidentally swallow something, and hold on tight". Doing as she was told, Nyoko held on for dear life as the twins maneuvered themselves between and around cars in a heartbeat. By the time they were at the house, the twins were smiling humorously and the Nyoko was hyperventilating.
Hurrying themselves over to the large front door, towing their two-wheelers there and parking them outside of the steps, they led her inside where their sisters and brother were running around inside. Now, the funny thing was… well, maybe not particularly funny, but slightly amusing, was that their family was just as big as their mansion.
Mika led the way, sandwiching Yoko in when Miku started tailing behind her, the two saying in unison, "You've met everyone, right? If not there's Miki on the green couch, Hedeki sitting with Eiko, Beiko, and Seiko in their baby seats, and Midori and Aoi hanging out with Chika and Satoshi out on the porch.." they said, pointing all the various directions. Aoi, Midori, and Hedeki were triplets, as were Eiko, Beiko, and Seiko, whom were the newborns. Miki was the eldest, Mika and Miku following, the triplets, then the newer set of triplets. Those were just the children. They all had engagements as well. Miki had an arranged marriage with Kyouya's brother, Akira. Miku with Kaoru, Mika with Hikaru. Aoi and Midori with Chika and Satoshi, Hunny and Mori's younger brothers. Hedeki, and the newborns were yet to be decided. All Yoko could do was stare in amazement before the twins had to tug on her to make her follow them.
"Y0-chii, let's go upstairs into my room so we can talk," Miku said, pulling Yoko by the arm and sprinting up the stairs, her almost-lifeless body flying in the air as Mika trailed with the baggage.
The room was pink with a blushing, rose daybed in the center of the room. A large, white desk took up a corner, a hot pink laptop lying closed on top of it. The blonde shuddered at the expanse of the room, setting her tiny body in the center of a circle-shaped run beneath her feet, and told half of her story, mentioning that her father said she could no longer live there and such. The fact that she was trying to find her mother remained silent. Miku could basically read minds in a sense, so there was no need for her to tell, in fact.
The two watched her quietly, then smiled, keeping their smiles curved and unmoving, "Though we hate your bastard of a father, we won't kill him for your sake, since your head is screaming 'DON'T KILL HIM'. Nyoko Aeri Morisato, you're always welcome at the Suzakama-Smith residence!"
Thus, Yoko began to stay at the twins' house for a few days… Until she found her apartment, anyways. Her tiny, but well-spaced apartment that she'd call home for the years to come.
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