~ I Used To Be You~

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Chapter 9

"Who are you?!" I heard a voice say.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I had still been lying on the couch. When my vision finally became clear, I saw my sister standing over me with her hands on her hips and quite an expression on her face.

I groaned and sat up on the couch rubbing my head.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Alana yelled, "Who are you?! And what are you doing on my couch?!"

I rubbed my eyes, "I must have passed out last night on the couch."

"I can see that. How did you get into my house?!"

I looked up at Alana with a confused expression, "What are you talking about Alana? I live here."

Alana furrowed her brows, "What do you mean you live here?! And how do you know my name?!" Her voice still loud as ever.

My eyes narrowed at her, "Is this some sort of joke?"

Alana stood tall with her eyebrows still furrowed, upset and confused all at once, "What are you talking about?"

I moved to sit up on the couch properly with my feet on the floor, "That's what I want to know from you, Alana. What do you mean who am I?" This girl right here. I shouldn't have believed she meant she was sorry. Waking up to her teasing me. What the hell's she talking about? Her house and who am I. I ought to slap her.

"Em Hello?! Do you not speak Japanese? I mean who are you and what are you doing in my house? If you don't get out, I'll call the cops."

I threw my hands in the air, "What the hell, Alana? I live here. I've been living here. Our parents went away on a Business trip to America for three years."

Alana scrunched her face up in confusion, "What do you mean our parents? I don't know you."

I gaped at her, "Oh so that's how it is, Alana? Why don't you just quite messing around. This isn't funny.'

Alana folded her arms and popped her hip out a little to the side to show her frustration, "What joke? If anything here is a joke, it's got to be you? What? Am I on PUNK'D or something?"

I stood up, "What are you talking about? I'm your sister. I'm your little sister. You know, Roriku. I always get on your nerves and you hate because I ruin your life or something. You've always ignored me because you had to take care of me when we were little and last night you apologized and I forgave you."

"Tch," Alana shook her head, "What is this nonsense?"

"It's not nonsense. What are you saying? You're acting like you don't know who I am?"

Alana uncrossed her arms, "That's because I don't! I don't know you! Why are you in my house?"

I gasped a little and sat back down on the couch looking up at Alana in disbelief, "Wait, you really don't know me?"

Alana looked at me and shook her head slowly, "I don't. "

I looked down at my hands. What does she mean she doesn't know me, "But don't you remember? Last night, you apologized because you hadn't been the best sister and you were going to make it up to me. But I forgave you and then-"

"Uh listen, kid-"Alana interrupted me, "I don't know what you're about. I was with my boyfriend last night at a dinner party with his parents. I just got home early this morning."

A dinner party? That's not right, "Since when do you go to dinner parties?"

"When I'm occasionally invited to one."

"But you hate dinner parties. You told me you didn't like the thought of dressing up because you had to be on your best behavior for someone. You said you'd rather go to someone's house just as you are. You'd never go to a dinner party."

Alana shook her head, "I've never said that. And last night was my first dinner party. My boyfriend is an Entrepreneur and has been really busy lately and he hadn't been able to spend time with me so he invited me to his parent's house for dinner and then I spent the night at his place and I don't know why I'm telling you this. It's none of your business."

What? This wasn't like Alana. She wouldn't date someone like that. Not the Alana I knew.

"But you're my sister!"

Alana blew out a breath, "And there's that again. Listen kid, I'm an only child. I've never had a sister."

I shook my head, "No, you're my older sister. We've been living here since I was in grade-school. Mom and Dad left a year ago. Leaving you and me here together."

Alana pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips, "You probably did pass out on my couch. Are you high or something? Were you drinking last night? Did you hit your head on something?"

I gaped at her in utter shock, "NO! No, I didn't! I'm telling you, you're my sister. Stop being so stupid!"

All of sudden, I heard some footsteps coming downstairs. A man in a plain white tee and long striped blue pants walked into the living room. He had neck-length wavy hair, shaggy due to a bedhead. Probably because he just woke up. He had deep blue eyes and was quite handsome, with features that would put a girl on her knees. And his voice was rather alluring too, "Hey, what's with all the racket?"

Alana looked back and saw him, "Hey, Ian. Some crazy kid. I found her lying on my couch when I came downstairs. Now she's trying to tell me she's my sister."

"I didn't know you had a sister?"

Alana rolled her eyes, "I don't. Which is what I've been trying to tell this kid."

I stood abruptly, "But you are my sister?" Tears were forming in my eyes. What is this feeling?

Alana shook her head, "No-"

"Yes you are! I know this. I mean, I know I get on your nerves sometimes, but pretending like you don't know me and saying that you don't have a sister. I think you've taken the joke a bit too far."

Alana narrowed her eyes in disbelief, "What joke? Look, I don't know you are, kid. If I should, I'm really sorry, but I am an only child. It would have been nice to have a sister, but I don't have one. After my parents left, I take care of the house until they come back and I've been alone here ever since."

I shook my head as tears began to roll down my cheeks.

It was silent. This didn't make any sense. How could she not know me?

Ian spoke up, "I think she's serious."

Alana turned to him, "What?!"

Ian shrugged, "Maybe your parents didn't tell you and somehow she winded up here."

Alana began to bicker with him, "That's not likely."

I spoke up, "You really don't know who I am do you?"

Alana and Ian quit talking and she looked back at me. After a moment she replied, "Like I said, I don't. I'm sorry. Do you want me to call the police or take you-"

"No!" I cut her off, "I'm not crazy," I began to plead with Alana. "You must believe me. I really am your sister." Then my eyes widened at the realization of something. I walked over to the nightstand and picked up one of the albums under it, "See, in here there will be pictures of you and me-"I stopped as I turned the pages. All of them were pictures of Alana. I flipped through the book. Not one of them showed me in it. I even looked at a family picture. And the only people there were Mom and Dad smiling at the camera with their hands on a little girl in front who was flashing a toothy grin who I immediately recognized as a little Alana.

"What?" I said to myself. But this can't be. I know I'm in here somewhere.

Erase you from existence…

I gasped. I quickly through the book down on the ground and grabbed several other photo albums and flipped through the pages. All the pictures were of Alana or my mother and father. None of them had Roriku in it. I through the books down. 'No, No, No, No, No," I thought and whispered to myself. I ran over to one of the drawers ignoring Alana's protest of how I was throwing things down everywhere. I looked through the cards that were located in an envelope, all them belonged to Alana. I checked one of the cabinets where the birthday cards were kept, all of them were to Alana.

I went upstairs to my room and it wasn't my room, but an art studio. With pictures surrounding it all signed by Alana with an electric guitar in the corner of the room.

I went back downstairs and Alana was still standing there next to Ian and she stared at me, "What are you doing?"

I glanced at her, "…But I really am your sister, Alana."

With that I ran out the door. Erase me from existence? So then it would be like I never existed. People would forget about me. They wouldn't know me.

I gasped and ran to the school. Yuri. Haru.

I ran as fast as I could and there, I saw Yuri sitting on the bench reading her book.

I ran up to her, "Yuri," I said breathlessly.

She looked up from her book with an owl expression her face, "Yes?" She said slowly.

I stared in to her eyes, "You don't know who I am, do you?"

She shook her head, "Sorry. Should I?"

Tears welled in my eyes and I looked down at the ground not being able to look her in the face anymore and I nodded slowly.

Yuri closed her book and sat up from the bench, "Oh don't cry. Please don't cry. I'm sorry. If I did know you, who would you be?"

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I sniffed and whispered through my tears, "I'm your best friend."

Yuri stared at me blankly and then nodded slowly after a while, "I'm pretty sure if we got to know each other we could be best friends."

She of all people had to remember me the most. And here I was, and she didn't even know me.

I shook my head looked up to the sky, "No, Yuri. I've been your best friend since we were babies. I've known you for a long time."

Yuri shook her head slowly, "I'm sorry. I don't-"

"Please, Yuri. Not you too. I woke up this morning and my sister didn't know who I was. I wasn't in any of the family photo albums. I couldn't find any birthday cards addressed to me. I find any IDs. So I came here to you, because if anybody here would recognize me, it'd be you."

Yuri shook her head again, "That sounds really bad. I really wish I could help you, but I'm sorry I can't. I really don't know who you are."

I shook my head as more tears began to fall and stared at her dead in the eyes, "But I really am your best friend."

Yuri shook her head.

I sighed, "My name's Roriku. You're favorite color is purple. You're favorite books are anything to do with romance novels. You're favorite subject is science. You always have good grades. You occasionally wear glasses, but a guy had one day said that you looked good without them, so you forced your mom to get you contacts. You're favorite song is Roslyn by St. Vincent. When you were seven, you learned how to play the Cello. Your cello was made in Italy and given to you by your Aunt."

"I don't-"Yuri began.

"You have an Uncle living in Germany. Your mom's name is Gloria and your dad is an engineer. You play piano. You sing in the shower. You watch anime and read manga. You're favorite manga is Heart no Kuni no Alice and you have a huge crush on Ace. You secretly write in a journal sometimes about all your fantasies of Boris and wish that you could go to a world like that one day. You're favorite animal is a panda because it reminds of you of L in Death Note, who is your favorite character of all time. Which as a result of reading, you developed a strong liking for Chocolate. You won a chess tournament when you were eight. Your favorite food is honey-covered waffles. You love to take walks at sunset on a Sunday afternoon and you love it when it rains because it brings out the artist in you and you adore reading poetry. Your mom's middle name is Athena, because your grandmother was really big into Greek Mythology. You want to get married in Ireland and have your honeymoon in New Zealand because that's your favorite country. You hope that you and your lover would buy a boat some day and spend the rest of your lives traveling the world, and you had a crush on Kyo Sohma, who is now your boyfriend."

Yuri gaped in awe at me, "I don't understand. How do you know all this?"

"Because I'm your best friend, Yuri. You must believe me."

Yuri looked down and seemed to ponder things for a while, "Well, all of that is true except, Kyo Sohma isn't my boyfriend."

I looked down at her in confusion, "What?"

Yuri looked up with me with that cute smile of hers and scratched the back of her head, "Yeah, I mean it would be nice but I don't think that would happen." She blushed at the thought.

I furrowed my brows. I was about to ask why not when I remembered that the only reason Kyo actually asked Yuri out was because I was the one who introduced Yuri to Kyo and I was also the one who forced him to make a move. Yuri and Kyo met because of me. But if she doesn't remember who I am and if it's as though I never existed, then that never happened. And if that never happened, then it would explain why my pictures weren't in those albums.

Yuri broke my train of thought, "Well, I don't know about you really being my best friend and all but if you know all that then why don't I remember telling you this?"

"Because there's-" I stopped. I never told Yuri about any of this. She doesn't know about my past. She would-

Right then I saw a flash of black and white. I gasped, Haru. I immediately ran after him.

"Well, Bye!" I heard Yuri call in the distance.

Haru. Oh God. If Haru doesn't know.

When I finally caught up with him, I reached out a hand and touched his shoulder, "Haru?'

He turned around, raising his eyebrows, "Hnhn?"

I looked at him but said nothing.

He cocked his head to the side slightly, "Do I know you?"

That was the question. It wouldn't break my heart nearly as much had it come from someone else, but this was Hatsuharu. Words that I prayed wouldn't fall from his lips, fell.

I shook as the tears began again, "I'm one of your best friends."

"Huh?" Haru spoke, "But I've never-"

"My name is Roriku Fujioka. We met in grade-school. Some kids were picking on you about your hair, but I stepped in an beat them up for you and we had been friends ever since. Surely you remember, Haru."

Haru shook his head, "I'm sorry."

Anger flared up inside me and tears began to fall. My hair covered my eyes, "You told me about your curse. You told me that you were the ox from the Chinese Zodiac. When you're hugged by the opposite sex, you change into an Ox. You told me this. And because you did I never hugged you. But one you were angry and we began to argue and I attacked you but you didn't change. You said you never experienced it before. But I was someone you could hug and not change. And you like that. Someone who was different."

Haru gasped a little, "What?"

I nodded, "It's true, Haru. I know because we are closer than you know-"

"What are you talking about?" Haru asked, "I don't know how you know that about me, and the only girls I've hugged that don't make me transform are the ones who are also a part of the curse. And I don't know how you know about the curse but I sure as hell didn't tell anyone, especially anyone I don't know. And I don't know anyone named Roriku Fujioka. I'm sorry."

I shook in anger and sadness. Why?! Why?! Why?!

"No, you do. You just don't remember me right now. You don't know me but I told you yesterday about why we needed to stay away from each other. I told you yesterday. You came by my house because you were worried about me and I finally told you that the reason we needed to keep clear of each other was because inside me is the other half of your Chinese Zodiac spirit. My grandmother used to be the Ox in the previous Sohma family but she was given an opportunity to be free and began to live her life by me. But her soul is still attached to that spirit and her spirit lies within in me. If we stay close to each other, my grandmother's spirit will began to fight for dominance over yours. But because I have the other half of your Curse, you will never be whole."

Haru shook his head, "But that doesn't make any sense."

"I know it doesn't make any sense, Haru!" I clenched my fist, "But my grandmother's soul has to be removed and because of it, it seems you are forgetting me."

Haru was silent for awhile and then spoke, "I'm sorry. I just. Do you know how hard that is to believe? That some random stranger would come up to me and say whatever the hell you just said-"

"I know, Haru! But it's true! It's true! How can you just forget me like that? There's an opening in forest not too far from here and in that opening is a lake surrounded by the trees of the forest. You would go there almost every afternoon when you needed time to think or relax or just needed to get away and when you went there, there I would be, waiting for you."

"Are you a stalker or something?"

I found myself gaping at him in shock, "No, I'm not a stalker! Haru, I really am one of your best friends. We've been together since grade school. You have a girlfriend named Rin. You like, no you love her a lot. You love her so much and when we were together, you talked about her a lot. But I kept getting upset about her hurting you and got in a fight with her but you were there and you saw it and took me to the Main House because I passed out from pain. And you waited for me to wake up and then you came in and told me that you heard me confess love for you which I denied because it was embarrass for you to have heard it especially in that situation."

Haru shook his head, "But I don't know you. I've never seen you in my life. And how could you get in a fight with, Rin. She's my girl- well she was my girlfriend but that doesn't matter. And thanks a lot for bringing her back up. Just get away from me." Haru abruptly turned away from me.

I cried out grabbed his arm, "But Haru-"

He shook me off, "NO. I said get away. Are you mental? If you really said you loved me like you say you did, then you'd listen to me when I say stay away. Now fuck off." And with that, Haru stormed away.

I could tell his was pissed. How fucking perfect.

I shook my head and the tears came. And there was the pain again, pulling at my chest.

I dropped to my knees and screamed out and it began to rain. Great. Fucking great. The thunder rolled and the rain began to pour. And I sat there in the rain for God knows how long, with an unbearable pain in my chest that was pulling at my skin crying my eyes out. And to rub more salt in the wound, my heart ached. "Haru," I whispered.

Why?

The pain only last a little while

And Soon you'll disappear

Because you don't belong here

A/N: Yeah, so that's that and um Ill post the next one soon. Since it is currently 3am and I really should be in bed because I have to get up in 5 hours, Im going to go to bed now. Oh and since it is offically Sunday, I can now say that tomorrow I start school. Yay...not really but Im kind of excited because Ive been so bored this summer. Nothing really fun happened. But because of that fact, that would mean I have to finish the story before school starts so I have to post the last chapter tomorrow. ^_^ Aren't you readers lucky.

Well Good Night, or Good Morning or whatever... ^_^

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