'Ello again! Thank so much for reading this far. you dear friends deserve a virtual cookie... Unfortunately my virtual oven broke...
About the mistakes I made... I'd like to say they were all on purpose but... tehe? XP
It has actually been quite a while since I watched the anime, and I had no idea about the additional info that was released about his past although it makes sense. Yata had problems at home and Saru had his own stuff going on so the two bonded and completed each other. Saru got jealous when Yata began to pay more attention to Mikoto and didn't need him anymore so he left the red clan just to get him riled up and so that he'd focus on him again or something?
I was confused about the info about his school life and didn't think it made sense. Mikoto first met him in junior high and he joined not long after when he graduated but the wiki said he went to highschool. Though it didn't say whether or not he dropped out
Let's just play ignorant for this story. *Winks*
Oh, and don't worry about correcting these sort of mistakes I make, I take nothing personally, it's interesting to learn more about the anime! Please keep reading and reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own k project
His room was somehow exactly as I would have imagined: sloppy, dirty and poster strewn. He froze after pulling me in and quickly pushed me back out. "W-wait a sec!" He said and closed the door on me. Really, it was a little too late, I had already seen the checkered-print boxers laying on the floor. My face burned as I leaned against the hallway wall. Maybe I should just pretend I didn't see anything?
Moments later his door opened again and he ushered me back in. He plopped down onto his bed and I chose to sit in the chair by his desk. I fidgeted uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" He said timidly. Neither of us attempted to make eye contact.
"I don't believe I've ever been in a boy's room before." I said.
He chucked nervously, "and I've never invited a girl into my room."
I sent a teasing glance, "Oh? That's a surprising confession coming from a delinquent."
He blushed and decided to look at a particular skateboarding poster. "Shut it." He mumbled.
"Still," I continued, "I wonder how such a loving family got such a rotten son."
"What do you know?!" He snapped clearly upset. He must have seen something in my expression because his anger died back down. He looked as if he was about to say something but his watch went off. He clicked a button. "What happened?" He asked.
"We got a lead of the colourless king, head to Sakura Street immediately." I could hear Kusanagi's voice made metallic through the watch's speakers.
"Wait here!" He said quickly and sprinted out of the room.
To be honest, I was still bothered by what he said. I was only joking, he didn't have to get uncivil. His tone hurt, I didn't often take jabs at people but something about the friendly banter I witnessed today at the bar caused me to become overconfident. I felt a heavy stone in chest and felt like laughing at myself bitterly. What a little spoiled princess I was, thinking no man could ever get mad at me.
The door opened and I straightened up. His little sister walked into the room casually and plopped on the bed in the same manner he had earlier. She carried the same disinterested expression from earlier, "Eh? So this is what the leech's room looks like nowadays…"
"You don't know what your brother's room looks like?" I asked in surprise.
"Why would I?" She asked, "He never lets any of us in anymore."
I frowned, was I supposed to be guarding the fort or something? Should I politely ask her to leave? I let out a huff of air, I wasn't going to do anything for that wretched man. He hadn't even apologized for raising his voice at a lady!
"So what kind of person is he like at home?" I asked.
"I don't know." She said, "He stopped telling us things a while ago. That greeting I gave him earlier is the most I ever talk to him."
"But you're siblings!" I exclaimed, "If I had a cute little sister…"
"It's our parents fault." She said simply, "They're the ones who pushed him away."
"How so?" I asked curiously, "They seem pretty friendly to me."
"Those jokes carried a heavier weight than they let on. They always wanted him to go on to college and get what they thought was a decent job." She picked up a manga from his floor and flipped through it, "Elementary school was worse, they put him through extra tutoring every day, they wanted him to go to a prestigious university. It would have never worked though, his grades were too average. I think he still resents the stress they put him through back then. They thought that they were modeling him into the perfect son or something."
I bit my lip regretfully, I guess I really didn't have any right to say what I did earlier. That's what I get for trying to be silly. No wonder I was raised to be more seen and less heard.
His sister had dropped the book and was rummaging around the room curiously. She stopped at the only photograph on his desk beside me. I instantly recognized it as the picture that was also in the bar, with the original red clan members. "Who are these people?" She asked.
"Very important friends." I said softly, "They're like a family to him."
She picked it up with an almost pained expression. "So he's got a new family? They look cool, oh, even Kamamoto's there!" She seemed focused of one part of the picture in particular, "He's even got a cute little sister..." She must have been looking at Anna.
She put the picture down and left the room in a hurry. Somehow… I think I hurt two people today. Maybe it would be better for everyone if I just kept my big mouth shut.
I tried reading the manga on his floor as I waited but had difficulty with the order of speech bubbles and gave up. At home I had only ever read classic literature.
I spent the rest of the time combing my fingers through my hair, the impossibly long strands were easy enough to manage when I never moved but with all of the activity today, several knots were forming.
He walked back into the room just as I was beginning to assume that he would never come. I immediately stood up and bowed, "I'm so sorry!"
He jumped in surprise, "Wha?" He glanced around the room suspiciously, "What did you do?"
"I made a rude joke earlier that I had no right to say! I'd only known your family for a brief second!" I told him frantically.
"I-it's fine!" He said, "I was already over it!"
We both sat back down. "Though you know…" I started, "I don't think you're actually rotten. You're very kind!" I blushed and he turned a red that was most likely comparable to my own.
He didn't comment on that but instead handed me an old shirt and pants from his dresser.
"What's all this?" I asked.
"You can't sleep in that dress, can you?" He muttered. I turned to the clock in surprise, it was already well past eleven! I thanked him before rushing out the door to the bathroom. I paused at the doorway, "How did it go? Did you find anything out?"
"Nothing." He mumbled, "It was another dead end, the white haired man our sources saw was not who we're lookin' for."
"That's too bad." I murmured before leaving to change.
I got out of the bathroom with I slight blush, I had never actually worn pants before. They were comfortable but much too big for me. The shirt did nothing for my shape.
The little sister who was leaving her room looked at me in surprise. "You look surprisingly normal without your fancy dress." The words struck me like a knife.
"I see," I said in a dead tone, "Plain, normal, common…" That was the main reason I had to grow out my hair and dress up nicely all of the time. Looking elegant and refined took effort. I slumped to the guest bedroom the family so kindly prepared and collapsed into the pillows. Today had been a crazy day, and I desperately needed my beauty sleep. The last thing I needed now was to break out in acne.
Well not much happened this chapter but things with start moving eventually, I promise! Please review! I love hearing other people's opinions! It's a good motivator too.