The Badly Timed Visit
Ammi's POV
After pizza, we all headed home.
Kiba decided to go for a walk with Akamaru and Soren, Rin's Akita, along with Sakura and Noah, who were heading out for ice cream.
Yeah, they two had also started dating. They're cute together, though they mostly spend their time screaming at people online. What can you do?
Rin was also with us, she was going to be living with us to ease the pressure off Kakashi, who constantly tries to keep us from ripping the house apart, but tends to fail a lot.
Though Rin would have to share a room with Kakashi, as we had ran out of guest rooms to give her.
Neither of them seemed bothered by it, which was good.
Soren would be sharing with Akamaru, though how they were going to fit in Kiba's room, I don't know, since Akamaru had grown so much he was taller than Soren, and she was pretty tall.
"Kakashi, could you grab my handbag from the car please?" Rin asked him, carrying more of her bags to his room.
"Sure, be up in a sec!" He disappeared back out the door.
"Aww, you two are so cute together!" Soph commented, smiling.
Rin just looked at her questioningly, and proceeded to walk up to her room.
I slapped Soph's arm.
"Ow! What'd I do?" She moaned.
I mentally facepalmed.
"Don't say that to her! They aren't dating! Well, at least not yet." A mischievous smirk worked its way onto my face.
Kakashi reappeared with Rin's bag and headed up the stairs, a slight smile visible through his mask.
"I'd give them about a week. "
It was about 2am. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling aimlessly.
I couldn't get any sleep. I'd had this weird feeling since going to bed, like that saying of someone walking over your grave. Something was going to happen. Something bad.
I didn't know what that was, but it was worrying me. I didn't know who this problem would affect. I didn't want anyone getting hurt if something did happen.
Sighing, I got up, knowing I wouldn't be getting any sleep any time soon. Silently I crept down the stairs towards the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. Once the kettle was boiled I poured myself a cup, grabbed an Oreo and sat in the living room.
My mind began to slowly relax as I sipped my tea. I'd almost forgotten about my bad feeling.
That is until the doorbell went.
"The hell...?" I muttered, going out to the hall.
I unlocked the door, and, with my baseball bat ready (Don't judge! Could have been some psycho!), opened the door.
Standing on the porch were...my parents?
"Mom? Dad?" I said, staring in awe at them.
"Hiya sweetie." My mom said, her hazel eyes glittering in the moonlight. "May we come in?"
"Uh, sure," I stepped aside, letting them past. "Just don't be too loud, everyone's sleeping."
I led them to the living room in a daze. Why the hell were they here? And at this time in the morning? The feeling of dread I'd had earlier crawled it's way back into the pit of my stomach, settling there like death over a graveyard.
"Honey," My mother began, my father silent at her side. "I know it's late, but there was no other time we could make it. There's something we need to tell you. We understand if you never want to speak to us again once you know."
The dread turned to panic, and it began rising up into my throat. I had to gulp it back down before speaking.
"Why would I never speak to you again?" I asked slowly. "What's happened?"
"You see honey," My father spoke up."It's about when you were born."
I frowned. Were they drunk or something? Cause there's no sense in what they're saying.
"What about it?"
"Well, you see..." My mother trailed off. "We...we aren't your biological parents."
I stared at her blankly, my mind not registering what she'd just said.
"What the hell are you talking about? Of course you are!" I exclaimed, refusing to believe what they'd just said.
"No, honey, we're not. We are your adoptive parents. You're adopted."
