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Chapter 4

Today is Saturday. I was outside my house, waiting for Sendoh to pick me up. As I told Sendoh, I wore a red dress that is up to my knees. I also used the locket he gave to me. It's useless if I would always keep the locket in my room for a long time without losing it. And in case I don't want to continue wearing this dress, I put an extra shirt, shorts and basketball shoes in my bag.

What's taking Sendoh so long? I opened my bag to see if I brought my wallet along with me. I looked inside the bag and saw two wallets, an old dirty one and the new wallet I bought for Christmas. I got the old dirty one and wondered how it got inside my bag. I don't know why I haven't thrown it away until now. Then, I recalled that the old dirty wallet was my wallet when I was around 6 years old. Wow, that was a very long time ago. I examined the wallet and suddenly remembered a childhood experience.

~*Flashback*~

I was walking on the street, crying. I can't find my wallet anywhere. I don't know exactly where I dropped it but I know that I dropped it somewhere on this street. I sat on the sidewalk in hopelessness when suddenly five large boys surrounded me. "What's wrong little girl? Are you trying to find your mommy?" one of them said meanly, and then he and his friends laughed. "No, you moron!" I answered angrily, "I'm trying to find my wallet. I know I dropped it here somewhere." One of the boys smirked at me unkindly, lifted my wallet and said, "You mean this?" My face brightened up. "Yes, that's the one!" I said excitedly. "But I'm not planning to give it to you!" the kid with my wallet grinned wickedly, lifting my wallet up where I can't reach it. I jumped and I jumped, attempting to reach my wallet but it's no use. I just can't reach my wallet because the boy with my wallet keeps on lifting my wallet higher and higher. The group of nasty boys laughed at my unsuccessful attempts in unison. I was getting angrier and angrier at the kids who stole my wallet and was ready to punch one of them on the face, then I held my fist when a low voice of a boy demanded, "Give back the wallet to her." I looked at who said that and saw a tall boy, who's around my age wearing a large shirt and baggy shorts with dark blue eyes and has black spiked hair, standing calmly on the sidewalk. "Who's going to make us? You?!" said one of the boys. "Yeah, Me." The spiked haired boy replied coolly.

"You've got to be kidding!" the largest of the boys laughed hoarsely. "Who are you to order us around? Let's get him boys." The boy stood with composure on the ground and punched one of the boys bullying me while evading the punches of the other boys. The boy the spiked haired boy punched was knocked down to the ground. I just stood there in amazement. 'He's really quick and tough, but five boys are too much for him.' I thought, 'I have to help him.' I powerfully kicked one boy on the butt, making him stumble on the street. The boy stood up, holding his ass and looked at me like crazy. He was too weak to attack me, so he ran away. What a wimp! I covered another boy's eyes from behind, making him unable to attack the spiky haired boy. He elbowed me on the stomach, making me lose my grip on his face. I touched my stomach in pain. The boy turned around and saw me, and moved his fist backward, preparing to punch me on the face. I was quick enough to dodge his punch and instead of punching me, the boy punched the sidewalk instead. The boy who tried to punch me cried in pain and decided to run away. The spiked haired boy knocked down the other two boys left by punching them to the groin. The spiky haired boy turned to me, smiling as if he wasn't hurt. But his filthiness proved that he had a tough time fighting.

"Thank you so much." I said gratefully to the boy, bowing. "You're so great! You really gave those guys a lesson."

"I couldn't have done that without your help." The boy replied.

"Yes, I helped you a little. We made a very good team." I grinned. The boy blushed. "By the way, I'm Nanami Noboru. What's your name?"

"Akira Sendoh." The boy smiled. "I've got your wallet." He said, handing me my wallet.

"Nice to meet you Sendoh. Thanks again for getting my wallet for me."

"No problem."

"Anyway, we better get out of here before those guys wake up."

"Yes, let's get out of here."

When we've gotten far away from the group of boys, we stopped running.

"So Akira, how old are you?" I asked Sendoh curiously.

"I'm six."

"What? You look older. You're tall for our age. I'm six too."

"Really? So we can be playmates." Sendoh smiled.

"Yeah." I smiled back. "You look so dirty… You should change your clothes right away."

"You too. Your dress is almost ripped in half."

"I hate dresses anyway." I laughed then Sendoh laughed too. "How about if we go back to our houses and dress up, then see each other here later?"

"Sure. See you later." Sendoh said merrily.

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

~*End of flashback*~

"Nanami? Hey, Nanami! Are you still alive?" Sendoh yelled, trying to wake me up from my daydream.

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry, I was thinking of something." I replied.

:"So are you ready to go?" Sendoh inquired.

"Yes, I am." I answered. I looked at my old wallet and put it inside my bag. "Come on, let's get a cab."

We stopped a cab and went inside. "To the airport please." Sendoh said politely.

"Yeah sure." The driver replied rudely.

"Nanami, I thought you were joking when you said you'll wear a dress. But you did wear one." Sendoh commented. "And you also wore the locket I gave you…"

"I told you I'd wear a dress. But you didn't believe me. And even if I'm afraid to lose this locket, I still wore it." I said, holding the locket Sendoh gave to me.

"It really looks good on you, also the dress." Sendoh stated.

"Thanks. Umm… Akira? Do you remember this wallet?" I said, showing my wallet when I was 6 years old.

Sendoh took the wallet and examined it. "This seems to be familiar. Hmm… I just can't remember when or where I had seen this before." Sendoh paused for a while then continued; "Now I remember. This is your wallet when we first met."

"Exactly. I remember that we fought five bullies just to retrieve that."

"Yes. I also remember that I got scolded by my mother because I was very filthy when I went home."

"Me too. My mother told me that it wasn't lady like for a girl to fight. I think she only said that because she was upset that I ruined my dress from all that fighting." I laughed.

After talking with Sendoh about that topic, I fell asleep. I had a very weird dream. I dreamed that I was a dog and somebody's patting my head all the time. I got annoyed to that somebody patting me all the time so I bit his hand. "Ouch!" that somebody exclaimed.

I waked up and realized that I had fallen asleep on Sendoh and I was biting his hand. I quickly let go of his hand and apologized for that incident. "I'm SO sorry!! I didn't mean to bite you."

The taxi driver was looking at us through the mirror. "Kids these days…" he mumbled.

"I was dreaming!" I reasoned out. "I didn't know what I was doing!"

"It's okay…" Sendoh said, shaking his hand that I ACCIDENTALLY bit. "What were you dreaming of anyway?"

"I dreamed that I was a dog and somebody was patting me all the time. I became annoyed with that somebody so I bit him…" I said, turning red. "I'm really sorry for biting you. I'm so ashamed… me and my crazy dreams."

"Let me tell you, you didn't just bite him." The driver explained, "You were also squeezing your boyfriend so tightly that he can't breathe."

"What?!" I blushed more. "He's not my boyfriend!"

"Well, you acted like he's your boyfriend when you were sleeping."

I ignored the annoying driver then asked Sendoh if that was true.

Sendoh blushed, "Umm… yeah. You were hugging me when you were asleep…"

I blushed harder. I didn't say anything at all until we reached the airport. Sendoh paid the driver and then he and I went to the landing field.

"Hey, that's my cousin's plane!" Sendoh pointed.

"I think we're late. It's already 11:15 am."

"Yes, we are. I wonder where I could find him?"

Suddenly, a voice from the speaker called, "Paging Mr. Akira Sendoh. Your cousin is waiting for you in the waiting area."

"Hear that? Your cousin's waiting for you." I told Sendoh.

"Yes, I heard that. Come on, let's go."

We arrived at the waiting area. Sendoh recognized his cousin and greeted him.

"Hey, Shigeki!" Sendoh said.

"Akira!" a low voice shouted. I looked at who said that. He was a tall light-skinned guy with kind dark blue eyes, auburn hair that is slightly spiked at the front, and has an earring on his right ear. I stared at Sendoh's cousin for a few seconds. He looks like Sendoh but he's cuter. Even if he's my type and he's very handsome, I don't have a crush on him….

"Hey Akira!" said a boy who's around 12 years old and who kind of looks like Shigeki, except that his hair is not spiked, his bangs cover his entire forehead and his eyes are light brown. He looks like Shigeki's younger but evil version.

"Hey Teijirou, what are you doing here?" Sendoh asked the boy, and then looked at Shigeki in a confused expression.

"I forgot to tell you cousin, my parents had to go away for an important business trip and they can't leave Teijirou alone in the house, so they forc--- I decided to take my brother here along with me." Shigeki answered, patting Teijirou on the head. Teijirou gave his brother a stop-patting-me- or-else look.

"Ah…" Sendoh replied. "I forgot to introduce my friend, Nanami. Nanami, meet my cousins Shigeki and Teijirou."

"Hi." I shyly said.

"Hi Nanami. I'm pleased to meet you. Sendoh told me about you. You're prettier than I expected." Shigeki complimented.

"Gee thanks." I blushed.

"Hello Nanami." Teijirou smiled.

"What a cute boy." I remarked, "How old are you?" I asked Teijirou.

"I'm twelve." He answered then elbowed me, "Did you say I'm cute? I knew you had feelings for me."

"What?!" I exclaimed.

His older brother hit his younger brother playfully on the head. "Don't mind him.' He smiled at me. I smiled at him back. I looked at Sendoh. He wasn't smiling. He wasn't frowning either. His face was emotionless. Then he saw me looking at him. He smiled at me immediately and said, "Where do you guys want to go after we bring your bags to the hotel?"

"How bout if we go to the mall. There are lots of babes out there." Teijirou grinned.

"Sure, why not." I said, ignoring Teijirou's comment. I wondered where he learned to talk like that. When we rode the cab to the hotel, I also had time to think about Sendoh's expression earlier. He seldom looks like that. I remembered one time that he looked like that when I was talking to one of my friends, who's a boy, when I was in junior high. Could it be that he's jealous?