I stayed up on the roof, all night in fact. But my thoughts weren't as sad as before, now they felt, more hopeful, stronger.
Chapter Twenty-five- Kyo's Pov
Knock, knock, knock.
We all looked up from our lunch that Miyako had prepared, forcing Tohru out of the kitchen. Miyako had been bored, and Tohru had been tired, so it worked out, and the fox's food was just as good, perhaps even better, than Tohru's. Not that I would ever admit that out loud, for many reasons.
We had just started lunch, and bang, a knocking at the door. I was hungry!
"I'll get it!" Shigure sang, skipping to the door.
Just as I almost had a noodle in my mouth, Shigure ran yelping past me, and dove behind Miyako.
"What's wrong with you?" She sighed.
"Just hide me." He whimpered, shivering behind his little sister.
Yuki and I looked at each other. It could only be one person.
His editor.
Yuki got up. "I better go get that."
I nodded, getting up too.
"Who is it?" Miyako jumped up too, leaping over the table and landing between me and the rat.
"His editor." I whispered spookily.
"Oh, fun!" She smiled, and then ran for the door.
When she opened it, we found the small woman kneeling on the porch, her hands outstretched to the sky, crying.
"You okay?" Miyako laughed.
The editor jumped up. "Where's Shigure? I need the newest transcript! I have a really short time span; please tell me he has it done!"
"Ah, hello there, I hope I didn't cause you to worry too much. You see, I've been so tired from looking after Miyako here, that I haven't had enough time to work on my latest novel. I hope you don't need the transcript any time soon." Shigure walked out, teasing the poor woman like he always did.
Although, I hadn't seen him work on his novel, maybe he doesn't have it finished for once.
"WHAT? You don't have it done?" She screamed.
Shigure shook his head. "Meet my little sister Miyako Sohma, she now lives here. So sorry, but I've had to help her settle in and all."
Miyako walked up to the woman. "I am really sorry, I've been so demanding these days, I suppose it is my fault that Shigure doesn't have his transcript done."
The editor froze.
"You really don't have it done? No, Shigure, you wouldn't, you wouldn't do that to me!" She cried.
Shigure shrugged, smiling.
The editor fell to her knees, and started writing something down on her note pad.
"Dear Mother and Father,
I'm so sorry that it had to end this way,"
"Now now, none of that. Miyako is a very good brain stormer; she helped me with my novel. The transcripts done, now come on." Shigure sighed, pulling his editor up off the ground gently and dragging her to his office, the woman still sobbing.
"Does he always do that?" Miyako asked.
We nodded.
"Meh, I did that to my math teacher, a monk. Always "forgetting" to do my homework. He hated me so much that I don't think he cared when I left." She laughed, and then went back to the dining room, calling to Tohru that lunch was ready. Tohru had been sleeping this whole time, amazing how one could sleep through that racket.
"Must run in the blood." I commented, and then went back to eat with Miyako.
Inside, I honestly did wonder, how much Shigure and Miyako were alike. I knew that siblings could be a lot different, complete opposites of each other, or exact duplicates of each other. But which were the two canines? Or perhaps, they were a balance in between. It would have to be my luck that Miyako was born first, or maybe Shigure would've inherited her calmness and ease, and maybe his annoying features would be less apparent.
But I can only dream.