Chapter 4
Dalil: Hey, I'm back
Angel: Yea, she wasn't in the last chapter.
Dalil: I was sick..... darn flu :( Just a note about this chappie: Japanese children tend to leave their parents for housing earlier than us North Americans do. Just a note....
Angel: But she's back. Now let's get on with the story....
Note to Disclaimers: We no own.
"'Lo?" a teenaged boy answered the door. He looked about the same age as Kari, with short, slightly shaggy blonde hair and bright ocean eyes. Kari could tell he must have some skill with basketball, because he was so tall, and of the jersey he wore.
"Hi," Kari drew a breath in. "I'm Kari Kamiya, the sister of Tai. I hear that you have some place I could.... stay?"
She hesitated on the last word. This would hopefully be where she stayed. Staying wasn't very promising. She needed a place to live. But that was too much to ask for right now, and she didn't want to bother him. She wasn't even sure if she would stay. The appartement looked somewhat small, so he might not want her in a couple of days. But she couldn't really tell, because he was blocking the doorway.
"Yea," he smiled. "C'mon in."
He beckoned her with his finger, and moved out of the doorway so she could see it and enter her current 'staying' place. But she remained frozen on the spot.
"You can come in," he repeated, hoping she wouldn't think he thought she was stupid. He said the words uneasily. She looked small and shy, but fierce and full of determination. Someone you could get away with, but someone you wouldn't want to mess with.
"That makes no sense," he grinned to himself. It was a nervous grin.
"I'm not entering a house of a guy who I don't even know the name of. I trust my brother. I trust my brother's friends. But I still need to know your name, because you're a brother of a friend of my brother," she replied, scrutenizing him from every angle.
"Takeru, my name's Takeru. But you can call me Tee or Kay or TK or Tee Kay or whatever," TK grinned and turned back into his normsl, goofball state.
Kari approached the door, but he blocked her. She looked up at him in concern.
"I'm not letting anyone I don't know the name of in my place, even if it is the sister and baby of my brother's friend," he joked, then stoped, wondering if she would be offended.
She did look a bit like that at first, but then she revealed a small smile.
"My name is Hikari Kamiya. But you can call me Hika or Kari or Kar or Hika Kari," she mocked him, like they were old friends. "And this is Ku Raha Kiri Kamiya. But you can call her Ku or Raha or Kiri or K or U."
TK/Tee/Kay/Takeru/Tee Kay laughed and unblocked the door, letting her in. She carried a small suitcase, a backpack, and a baby.
"D'you need anymore help with your lugage?" he asked, gazing at her few belongings.
"Yea, thanks. They're out right by the door," Kari instructed him.
TK sighed in relief, until he saw the rest of it. A shoebox and another suitcase.
"D'you have enough stuff to live?" he asked. "I mean, like clothes for you and Ku? Like deodorant and... well.... living stuff? Cuz you don't have very much."
"I would if I had time to pack," she said grimly. "My Mom kicked me outta the house, and this is all Tai could manage to bring. He promised he'd bring more if he could, or if Mom hasn't destroyed it first."
TK knew this was a hard subject for a girl to talk about. Being pregnant, scared, and outcasted by all but her brother. But he was indeed part Ishida, like his brother, and Ishidas were curious. Not nosy, well, yes, sometimes nosy, but curious.
He remembered having a spy club when he was little. They had their spy cameras, codes, secret handshakes and signs. Every day they had their neighbourhood watch duties. They never stopped any crimes, or atleast, not any real ones, but they loved it.
There was this mean kid, Davis. TK forgot his last name, but he was a real bully. He had a little group of kids who liked picking on TK and the 'Ninja Spies' as they called themselves. But whenever the chips were down, TK always knew that Matt would always get him out of the tough spots. He shamed the sorry name of that loser, Davis. He moved away sometime later, and left Matt, TK, and the rest of the Ninja Spies in peace
He guessed that Tai was a good older brother. He always got Kari out of the tough spots too. But this was way worse than a gang of bullies or the forces of good verses evil. This was a crime against teenage humanity. Being raped, kicked out, and blamed for it.
"What about your Dad?" he asked, the nosy Ishida rousing in him.
Kari smirked.
"Dad? He agrees. They're loving parents, I guess, but they have bad anger problems. They're so obsessed with the superficiel version of 'perfect' that they've just screwed up their soul. I think they'll regret this sometime, but that won't be until a long time, when all the anger's gone," Kari replied.
"Wow," TK looked at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Well, it's just.... like, you don't seem to care about talking about your problems. You haven't dissed your parents or the guy who made you pregnant or anything. Like, teenage pregnancy is a big problem for someone to cope with, but you're...." he paused. "Different."
She gazed up at him, in the middle of the living room, with Ku in her arms.
"Having a baby isn't a problem," she told him. "It's a joy. Being thrown out of your house is a problem. Being raped is a problem. Pregnancy and babies are facts. Joys."
"Whatever," he said, trying to understand her. 'Twasn't fair she had this burden of a baby.... no, the burdens coming off the baby, yet she was more calm about it than him. He was more of the jump into it, and take sweet revenge. The compasionately crushing of the annoying enemy. It wasn't that he was cruel and cold hearted, but he didn't like being taken advantage of by people. Not stubborn, but fierce, yet friendly. Like a hunting dog, ready to pounce, but friendly.
Kari explored the place a bit. It wasn't very big, but it had enough room for her, TK, and the baby to fit comfortably. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, which connected on to the kitchen. All were shabbily decorated, with but a few homy touches. There were quite a few garbage cans in each room, but there wasn't even a piece of trash in any. Each article of digusting slop was dumped on the floor. Messy, but not quite dirty. Still half sanitary, but Kari wasn't taking any chances.
"Hand me the squwee-gee!" she demanded. TK looked at her in confusion.
"Wut the...?" he pondered why she would want one.
"To clean," she said, a slight exasparated tone in her voice.
"Clean? God, it's been ages since I've done that!" he looked at her strangely.
"Laundry?" she asked.
"Huh?" he queried.
"Don't you wear clean clothes?" she asked in disbelief.
"As long as it doesn't stink it's fine by me," he shrugged.
"And to eat...?" Kari knew there was little chance of hearing what she wanted.
"I think we have some Kraft Diner, it's kinda stale, but... it'll do, right?" was his reply.
Kari slapped her head in frustration and started madly writing down nessecary items.
"Get... these..." she gasped and sent him off to go shopping.
Meanwhile, she started cleaning the house. There were dishes that looked like they hadn't been washed in months. She scraped what looked like clumpy spaghetti sauce off a green plastic plate. That small task took about an hour, just to clean them all. Then she set off to do the laundry. She randomly picked up shirts thrown about the floor, a couple mate-missing socks, other articles of clothing strewn across the floor.
Ku started crying.
"Ooooo, baby, what's wrong, Ku?" Kari rushed to feed/change/clean the baby. There was a bit more moaning as Kari rocked her... then 'Bleh!'
Kari looked at the lumpy stain on the back of her shirt. Burping wasn't pleasant. Atleast now she had another shirt for the laundry....
Meanwhile, lost somewhere in the middle of the Kwik-Ezee-and-Savemart, TK pondered what on earth Kari meant by 'Edible food' and 'not that KD crap'. Wasn't Kraft Dinner edible? Didn't it make up part of the food guide? Wasn't it a grain product? Didn't the cheese count as dairy? What was edible? He eyed the chocolate ice cream. His stomach let out a groan of hunger. Sugar was the most important food group in his heart....
"Davis, are you OK?" Sharleen looked at him, and studied him carefully. Dai wasn't the same as usual. He wasn't the usual big-talking, show-offy brunette.
Dai looked into the blonde's eyes. He wasn't OK, he felt sick to the stomach. He wanted Kari back, even with the kid, and he felt sick with guilt. Her name echoed in his mind. Ka-ri, Ka-ri, Ka-ri. He would get her back. Never mind his new girlfriend, Sharleen, he wanted her ba...
"Is this how you're gonna be?" snorted a voice.
Dai looked up. It was a young girl with light brown hair that waved and feel down her back, with bright chocolate-brown eyes. She was dressed in flared jeans and a blue tee-shirt, casually slung over another long-sleeved shirt.
"Are you just gonna go from girl to girl, and just ditched them when you want another, or when the times are tough, huh? Huh, huh? Cuz I'm not happy, Davis, not at all. Mom's not either. She doesn't want you to come home. Stay here," the girl shook her finger like a mother would to a naughty child as she proclaimed the warning.
"Sharli... did you.. Huh?" Davis blinked as the image of the girl vanished. His mouth hung somewhat open.
"What?" Sharleen demanded in return.
"Oh, nothing," Davis sighed, knowing it was no use. But it didn't matter, he was going anyway. Going to see Kari, like it or not!
OK, there's our chapter. We hope you like it, and please review if you did! And I'd also like ANY constructive critism, ANY!
Dalil: Hey, I'm back
Angel: Yea, she wasn't in the last chapter.
Dalil: I was sick..... darn flu :( Just a note about this chappie: Japanese children tend to leave their parents for housing earlier than us North Americans do. Just a note....
Angel: But she's back. Now let's get on with the story....
Note to Disclaimers: We no own.
"'Lo?" a teenaged boy answered the door. He looked about the same age as Kari, with short, slightly shaggy blonde hair and bright ocean eyes. Kari could tell he must have some skill with basketball, because he was so tall, and of the jersey he wore.
"Hi," Kari drew a breath in. "I'm Kari Kamiya, the sister of Tai. I hear that you have some place I could.... stay?"
She hesitated on the last word. This would hopefully be where she stayed. Staying wasn't very promising. She needed a place to live. But that was too much to ask for right now, and she didn't want to bother him. She wasn't even sure if she would stay. The appartement looked somewhat small, so he might not want her in a couple of days. But she couldn't really tell, because he was blocking the doorway.
"Yea," he smiled. "C'mon in."
He beckoned her with his finger, and moved out of the doorway so she could see it and enter her current 'staying' place. But she remained frozen on the spot.
"You can come in," he repeated, hoping she wouldn't think he thought she was stupid. He said the words uneasily. She looked small and shy, but fierce and full of determination. Someone you could get away with, but someone you wouldn't want to mess with.
"That makes no sense," he grinned to himself. It was a nervous grin.
"I'm not entering a house of a guy who I don't even know the name of. I trust my brother. I trust my brother's friends. But I still need to know your name, because you're a brother of a friend of my brother," she replied, scrutenizing him from every angle.
"Takeru, my name's Takeru. But you can call me Tee or Kay or TK or Tee Kay or whatever," TK grinned and turned back into his normsl, goofball state.
Kari approached the door, but he blocked her. She looked up at him in concern.
"I'm not letting anyone I don't know the name of in my place, even if it is the sister and baby of my brother's friend," he joked, then stoped, wondering if she would be offended.
She did look a bit like that at first, but then she revealed a small smile.
"My name is Hikari Kamiya. But you can call me Hika or Kari or Kar or Hika Kari," she mocked him, like they were old friends. "And this is Ku Raha Kiri Kamiya. But you can call her Ku or Raha or Kiri or K or U."
TK/Tee/Kay/Takeru/Tee Kay laughed and unblocked the door, letting her in. She carried a small suitcase, a backpack, and a baby.
"D'you need anymore help with your lugage?" he asked, gazing at her few belongings.
"Yea, thanks. They're out right by the door," Kari instructed him.
TK sighed in relief, until he saw the rest of it. A shoebox and another suitcase.
"D'you have enough stuff to live?" he asked. "I mean, like clothes for you and Ku? Like deodorant and... well.... living stuff? Cuz you don't have very much."
"I would if I had time to pack," she said grimly. "My Mom kicked me outta the house, and this is all Tai could manage to bring. He promised he'd bring more if he could, or if Mom hasn't destroyed it first."
TK knew this was a hard subject for a girl to talk about. Being pregnant, scared, and outcasted by all but her brother. But he was indeed part Ishida, like his brother, and Ishidas were curious. Not nosy, well, yes, sometimes nosy, but curious.
He remembered having a spy club when he was little. They had their spy cameras, codes, secret handshakes and signs. Every day they had their neighbourhood watch duties. They never stopped any crimes, or atleast, not any real ones, but they loved it.
There was this mean kid, Davis. TK forgot his last name, but he was a real bully. He had a little group of kids who liked picking on TK and the 'Ninja Spies' as they called themselves. But whenever the chips were down, TK always knew that Matt would always get him out of the tough spots. He shamed the sorry name of that loser, Davis. He moved away sometime later, and left Matt, TK, and the rest of the Ninja Spies in peace
He guessed that Tai was a good older brother. He always got Kari out of the tough spots too. But this was way worse than a gang of bullies or the forces of good verses evil. This was a crime against teenage humanity. Being raped, kicked out, and blamed for it.
"What about your Dad?" he asked, the nosy Ishida rousing in him.
Kari smirked.
"Dad? He agrees. They're loving parents, I guess, but they have bad anger problems. They're so obsessed with the superficiel version of 'perfect' that they've just screwed up their soul. I think they'll regret this sometime, but that won't be until a long time, when all the anger's gone," Kari replied.
"Wow," TK looked at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Well, it's just.... like, you don't seem to care about talking about your problems. You haven't dissed your parents or the guy who made you pregnant or anything. Like, teenage pregnancy is a big problem for someone to cope with, but you're...." he paused. "Different."
She gazed up at him, in the middle of the living room, with Ku in her arms.
"Having a baby isn't a problem," she told him. "It's a joy. Being thrown out of your house is a problem. Being raped is a problem. Pregnancy and babies are facts. Joys."
"Whatever," he said, trying to understand her. 'Twasn't fair she had this burden of a baby.... no, the burdens coming off the baby, yet she was more calm about it than him. He was more of the jump into it, and take sweet revenge. The compasionately crushing of the annoying enemy. It wasn't that he was cruel and cold hearted, but he didn't like being taken advantage of by people. Not stubborn, but fierce, yet friendly. Like a hunting dog, ready to pounce, but friendly.
Kari explored the place a bit. It wasn't very big, but it had enough room for her, TK, and the baby to fit comfortably. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, which connected on to the kitchen. All were shabbily decorated, with but a few homy touches. There were quite a few garbage cans in each room, but there wasn't even a piece of trash in any. Each article of digusting slop was dumped on the floor. Messy, but not quite dirty. Still half sanitary, but Kari wasn't taking any chances.
"Hand me the squwee-gee!" she demanded. TK looked at her in confusion.
"Wut the...?" he pondered why she would want one.
"To clean," she said, a slight exasparated tone in her voice.
"Clean? God, it's been ages since I've done that!" he looked at her strangely.
"Laundry?" she asked.
"Huh?" he queried.
"Don't you wear clean clothes?" she asked in disbelief.
"As long as it doesn't stink it's fine by me," he shrugged.
"And to eat...?" Kari knew there was little chance of hearing what she wanted.
"I think we have some Kraft Diner, it's kinda stale, but... it'll do, right?" was his reply.
Kari slapped her head in frustration and started madly writing down nessecary items.
"Get... these..." she gasped and sent him off to go shopping.
Meanwhile, she started cleaning the house. There were dishes that looked like they hadn't been washed in months. She scraped what looked like clumpy spaghetti sauce off a green plastic plate. That small task took about an hour, just to clean them all. Then she set off to do the laundry. She randomly picked up shirts thrown about the floor, a couple mate-missing socks, other articles of clothing strewn across the floor.
Ku started crying.
"Ooooo, baby, what's wrong, Ku?" Kari rushed to feed/change/clean the baby. There was a bit more moaning as Kari rocked her... then 'Bleh!'
Kari looked at the lumpy stain on the back of her shirt. Burping wasn't pleasant. Atleast now she had another shirt for the laundry....
Meanwhile, lost somewhere in the middle of the Kwik-Ezee-and-Savemart, TK pondered what on earth Kari meant by 'Edible food' and 'not that KD crap'. Wasn't Kraft Dinner edible? Didn't it make up part of the food guide? Wasn't it a grain product? Didn't the cheese count as dairy? What was edible? He eyed the chocolate ice cream. His stomach let out a groan of hunger. Sugar was the most important food group in his heart....
"Davis, are you OK?" Sharleen looked at him, and studied him carefully. Dai wasn't the same as usual. He wasn't the usual big-talking, show-offy brunette.
Dai looked into the blonde's eyes. He wasn't OK, he felt sick to the stomach. He wanted Kari back, even with the kid, and he felt sick with guilt. Her name echoed in his mind. Ka-ri, Ka-ri, Ka-ri. He would get her back. Never mind his new girlfriend, Sharleen, he wanted her ba...
"Is this how you're gonna be?" snorted a voice.
Dai looked up. It was a young girl with light brown hair that waved and feel down her back, with bright chocolate-brown eyes. She was dressed in flared jeans and a blue tee-shirt, casually slung over another long-sleeved shirt.
"Are you just gonna go from girl to girl, and just ditched them when you want another, or when the times are tough, huh? Huh, huh? Cuz I'm not happy, Davis, not at all. Mom's not either. She doesn't want you to come home. Stay here," the girl shook her finger like a mother would to a naughty child as she proclaimed the warning.
"Sharli... did you.. Huh?" Davis blinked as the image of the girl vanished. His mouth hung somewhat open.
"What?" Sharleen demanded in return.
"Oh, nothing," Davis sighed, knowing it was no use. But it didn't matter, he was going anyway. Going to see Kari, like it or not!
OK, there's our chapter. We hope you like it, and please review if you did! And I'd also like ANY constructive critism, ANY!