Things you do out of love.

Chapter 2: Uncharacteristic

By: Realmi

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Realmi: Wow! Wow! Wow! Five reviews already! I'm happy, really, I am. Yes, Charli is a bit of a bitch, I based her off myself………………… Oh well!

Arashi: Don't forget to write me in!

Miwako: And me!

Realmi: Don't rush me! Don't rush me!

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       George drove quickly down the street, Charlotte in shot gun. She had spoken to him at all, not that he minded he's had very few silent women in his life. George wondered where he was going to put his little sister, for he wasn't going to give up his room, She'll make due on the couch, he thought.

       Charli, on the other hand, was wondering how the Hell she was going to live in Japan for the next three years only knowing how to ask who they were and how to order soba noodles. She disliked her over-confident, over pampered, over successful, and over sexed brother, she really did, for all the reasons above. She knew not to judge people like that and if he didn't make it so easy she wouldn't do it, but the way he held himself as everyone was supposed to bow before him annoyed her to new heights.

       George pulled over next to his apartment complex and the siblings got out of his car. Charlotte followed him up into the building and then up the stairs. The two stayed in an uneasy silence as the two went into George's apartment. Charli went over to the master bedroom (George's) and put her bags down. Sighing, she crawled into bed and snuggled into George's comforters. Mmmmm, these blankets are so warm and comfortable, she sighed. Her tired body ached so much; she slowly took off her cape and unzipped her dress. She was too tired to bother getting into her pajamas.

       George wasn't very pleased when he finally walked into his room to find his sisters clothes and body in his room. "Get out!" he demanded. Charli moaned a little and rolled over. "Now!" George roared.

       "I can't…" she said softly in English.

       "Yes you can!" George said walking over to the petite young woman in his bed in English as well. She snuggled deeper into the blankets as he loomed over her like a shadow. "Move!"

       "I can't…" she pleaded. George examined her closely and true to her word, she couldn't move, her body was to stiff and too awkward.

       "You've worn a dress far too heavily for you," he said.

       "Shut up, it was just to piss you off!" she confessed, too sore to care what he said to that.

       "Really?" he said sitting down next to her.

       "Yes! Okay?" Charli said.

       "Why?" he asked softly.

       "I come home one day to find my mother killed herself and the next day, that bastard with the DNA test comes and tells me that in two weeks I have to learn Japanese and leave my beloved England, it's been a very tough month. I'm only fifteen years old, I've grown up without a father, now I have no mother, and I'm being forced to leave with a brother I never knew existed until two weeks ago," Charli sobbed, speaking the words that she felt everyday since she came home that day from school.

       George then did something uncharacteristic and very un-Yaza-arts-honor-studently; he put his arms around his sobbing younger sibling. She, returned, was equally atypical and willing sobbed into his shoulder. "Why are you doing this?" she chocked out through her tears. "What do you get out of helping me?" she asked.

       "A wet t-shirt," he answered in his crushed velvet voice, slipping back into character.

***End chapter two!***

Arashi:………you didn't add me in!

Realmi: You wouldn't have fit in with everything.

Miwako: Miwako wants to be in next chapter!

Realmi: Okay!

Isabella: Aw, George, you're so sweet!

George: Shut up.

Realmi: Isn't he so cute? *glomps him*

George: Let go of me!

Realmi: Stop squirming or I'll bite you!