Kay
Linda started living with us shortly after her mom died. A lot of people felt sorry for me because I had a brother with amnesia and lived with Medusa's daughter, but I never felt bad about it; Murphy had actually became less of a slacker and much more inclined to talk to me since he had amnesia, and Linda was a very kind girl. Linda slept in the guest room that was, fortunately, across from my bedroom (Linda and Murphy were dating, and both of them were attracted to each other. Which, according to the girls at school, wasn't hard; Murphy was adorable with his short haircut.)
I was walking to school with Linda when she, suddenly, said "Does Murphy have anything going on Saturday?"
"I don't think so." I said. "Why?"
"I..." Linda sighed, looking directly at me. "I'm scared. I want him to be there with me."
"Where?" I asked, concerned.
"I'm being taken to court. Everyone thinks I'm going to betray the DWMA." Linda's eyes filled with tears.
"It'll be okay, Linda." I said, giving her a hug. Linda was much like the little sister I always wanted. "Do you want to go to school today, or do you want to stay home?"
"I'll go to school," Linda said, rubbing the tears from her eyes. "Kay?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you hate me?"
"No," I said, a bit surprised.
"I mean, I was with your brother, keeping him from you." Linda said.
I patted her on the head. "It's not your fault."
Linda smiled. "Thanks."
Murphy
"I mean, why does she ask me to shop with her?" Ryu asked. "Sure, I like seeing her-she's hot!-but I don't want to help choose her clothing."
"Dude! She's my twin! Don't call her hot around me." I said.
"Oh. Sorry. I wish I could say no, but that's rude." Ryu said.
"Err, Ryu. I got something to tell you. Don't freak out when I tell you this, or, like, run up and slap Kay or anything, okay?" I said.
Ryu looked at me like I was insane.
"Kay kind of thinks you're into guys." I said.
Ryu slumped over, a giant sweat drop on his head. "Sonofa..." Ryu muttered.
A/N: It took me nearly (or over. I'm bad at math.) anime fanfics to use a common anime thing (the giant sweat drop.) That's just odd. -MN1
"You should probably tell her you're into her." I said.
"How do you think that would go? 'Hey, Kay, I'm not gay. And I have a giant crush on you.'" Ryu said.
"You just rhymed." I said, stopping in front of Zoe's house.
"Wait, does every girl think I'm gay?" Ryu asked.
"Um...kind of." I admitted.
"GAH!" Ryu shouted, hitting his head with his palm.
"What's up with him?" Zoe asked. Some part of me felt like I should tell her that I wanted to be with her, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. Surprisingly, I remembered a bit of my past.
"Are you angry at me because we fought?" I asked suddenly.
Zoe looked at me. "What?" She asked.
"I saw you and, like, I remembered more of my past." I said, leaving out the part where I wanted to go out with her.
"Cool!" Zoe smiled. "I'm not angry at you, Murph. You're my friend." Zoe said.
'You're my friend.' The unintentional way to kill a man who has a crush on you. I think Mom once told Dad that they were friends back when they went to DWMA. I was also told about a deserter named Xan, but that's beside the point.
"What's with Ryu?" Zoe asked.
"How do I say this?" I asked myself as Ryu stood back up straight. Ryu was a tall guy, standing a whole head above me, though he, apparently, used to be shorter than me. "Let's just make stuff up right now: what if someone you thought was homosexual was bisexual, and had a crush on one of his friends, and he was too polite to say no. Then, a certain good-looking half-Japanese, half-Irish teenager with amnesia let slip that they thought he was homosexual, and he was slumped over when a certain shinigami's attractive daughter walked out and asked what was wrong with him. What would you think?"
"Did you just say I was attractive?" Zoe asked.
'Yes, I did.' Part of me thought. "I never said it was you." I said.
Zoe smiled. "I'd say that the kid you were talking about should tell his friends."
"You heard her, Ryu. Better get to talking!" I said, patting him on the back.
Ryu pretty much shouted that he wasn't gay.
"Alright," Zoe shrugged. "It's still fun shopping with you. You're so complimenting! It's like therapy for your self-esteem." Zoe smiled.
"That makes you sound a bit shallow." I said.
Zoe took out a book with a highly-fictionalized versions of Uncle Soul, Aunt Kylie, Mom, Dad, Kid, Crona, with the villains they fought on the back.
"They wrote a book about my Dad?" I asked.
"I met your mother, by the way." Zoe said, holding the book and smiling wickedly.
"Uh, Zoe, could you stop glaring at me?" I asked.
"She taught me something." Zoe continued. "Zoe-chop!"
I fell to the ground, unconscious.
