Ok, now, on with the show! Annnnnnddd-I don't own Kare Kano! Hey! That
rhymed!
Chapter 3: Half-Truth Revealed?
Yukino sat at her desk and combed the water out of her hair, fuming. Why hadn't Arima simply called before coming over? It was only common sense! She didn't understand him at all sometimes! In the background, her younger sisters, Tsuki and Kano, were holding their stomachs, howling with laughter. Yukino reddened with anger and annoyance. Her cheeks puffed outward increasingly as her sisters re-enacted what was undoubtedly her most embarrassing moment. Why did her entire family feel the need to rush into the living room when they heard the tray of tea crash to the floor? Why did they anxiously ask her father what was the matter, then turn wide- eyed to her wet, towel-wrapped body on the floor? Why, oh WHY did they have to gasp and burst into nervous giggles when they saw Arima sitting on the couch in front of her?! Why, why, why?! Laughter bubbled up from Kano's throat as Tsuki slapped both hands to the sides of her face and dropped her jaw in mock horror, imitating the look on Yukino's face a few minutes earlier. Kano also imitated her eldest sister's reaction and gave an overly dramatic stage gasp, plastered a moronic and confused look on her face, and gave a tinny high-pitched shriek. Yukino's cheeks had reached maximum capacity.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" she screamed, little tears of anger forming at the corners of her eyes.
Kano and Tsuki wiped the grins off of their faces, turned, and scurried through the doorway. Yukino fumed and struggled to put on her clothes, and sullenly made her way down the hall to the kitchen. She still needed to eat, after all. Maybe breakfast would make everything all better.
Yukino flopped down at the table and placed a few pickles onto her plate.
So," her mother began, calmly looking down at her plate, "What did Arima visit for? What was that he gave you?" Yukino waved her hands nervously in front of her face. "N-nothing, nothing!"
Yukino leaned anxiously back into her seat as her parent eyed her
closely. Yukino shifted her eyes from side to side, and gulped loudly.
*What are they thinking?* she asked herself desperately.
*Do they know something?* Yukino's mind began to scream.
*No! They do know something, don't they? They know that Arima was
really delivering my clothes, don't they? DON'T THEY!!???*
Yukino's Mom gently took her chin in one hand and slowly turned
Yukino's face to the side.
Yukino sweat dropped. *What is she doing? Is this some sort of mind-
reading device?*
"Yukino, that mark Pero-pero the dog gave you never went away! How did
you really get it?"
Yukino winced. *O my goodness, do they know?*
Yukino's father raised his eyebrows. "Were you in a fight at school?"
"Oh, my!" her mother exclaimed. "Did you injure yourself? You've been
so clumsy lately, since you've grown a bit taller!" She gasped, and
tightened her grip on Yukino's face. "Maybe she ran into the badminton
net at school again!"
Her father held up his finger. "Or maybe she was whacked in the face
with her tennis racket!"
Her mother squeezed Yukino's face again. "Oh, that doubles partner of
hers is so violent!"
Yukino's parents clamored on and on and Yukino's chin felt about ready
to jump off of her face with every phrase!
Yukino wrenched her chin from her mother's grasp. "I'm okay. None of
those things happened! I'm fine, honest." Yukino covered the spot on
her neck with her hand. Kano leaned into the table and giggled
deviously.
"You know," she said in a voice just loud enough for the entire table
to hear, "I don't think Yuki was bitten by Pero-pero or got into a
fight with anyone at school."
Yukino went rigid. *Don't Kano, please don't,* Yukino prayed.
Kano narrowed her eyes nefariously, "You know what I think?"
*Oh,please, please, don't.Kano.*
"I think that she and Arima have been-"
*No.please.!*
"-Makin' out!"
Yukino gasped and averted her gaze to her lap. She couldn't believe
Kano said that! She knew how crazy and stupid their parents could get!
Her father dropped his fork.
"Whaaaaat?! 'Makin' out?'" He pressed his hands tightly over his ears.
"Oh, no, I didn't really want to hear this!"
Kano and Tsuki sat at the corner of the table, cackling and holding
their sides. They were laughing so hard, it looked like their stomachs
were about to fall out. Mrs. Miyazawa had a strange look in her eyes.
She appeared to be slightly pleased.
"Oh, my Yuuuukiiiinoooo! How cuuute!"
Yukino grimaced. Why did Kano have to know everything?
Yukino stomped to her room, slammed the door and leaned her back against it. Ahh..the sanctuary of her room. She frowned. Damn that Kano.always analyzing her like that. Her sister was too smart for her own good sometimes! Yukino crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. She was older.she and Arima had been dating for about three years now! Didn't her family expect these kinds of things to occur in a relationship? It was too strange.
Yukino quickly strolled over to her bed and let herself freefall face down into the warm, soft comforter. Maybe she hadn't really matured over the past couple of years. At least, she didn't feel like it. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. All she knew was that her family probably did not see her as mature. The last time she really felt a significant difference in her character were the early days in her relationship with Arima. Sure, she had grown into a taller, more intelligent young woman, but she didn't really feel any difference. Yukino sighed again and rolled over onto her back, her honey eyes staring at the blank, white ceiling. She needed something to keep her mind occupied. She sat up, her short, red hair swinging forward, reached for a pack of note cards on her desk, and skimmed through them. Although she was no longer the same vain and excruciatingly studious girl she made the mistake of being three years ago, focusing her mind on school always let her escape whatever problems she was having, at least temporarily. Some things never changed.
***************************************************************** Author's Note: Thanx everyone for your kind reviews! Y'all are so nice! ^______^ Whew! Just hearing your stuff really encourages me to keep writing! So far you guys have reviewed me:
Blue Dreamer2- yeah, I'm glad SOMEBODY gets me! LOL, just joshin' everyone. Thanks for the compliment! You should try to write a fluffy story sometime! Even though I'm a bit embarrassed, I've found it to be quite liberating also!
Taidigimon- aww shucks, thanks a lot! Hey, this may be a dumb question, but.What does OOC stand for?? I'm just slow like that.
Kaya1- You are too kind! And yes, I did write more! Hope you're enjoying it!
Natachan-(o and ppl, Natachan is a friend of mine who was reading my story while on my account-so just so you kno---I DID NOT review my own story!! Just wanted to let you all kno!)
Lady-sess -aww.thanks so much you are so nice! Yep, and I am indeed givin ya more!
Please review!
Chapter 3: Half-Truth Revealed?
Yukino sat at her desk and combed the water out of her hair, fuming. Why hadn't Arima simply called before coming over? It was only common sense! She didn't understand him at all sometimes! In the background, her younger sisters, Tsuki and Kano, were holding their stomachs, howling with laughter. Yukino reddened with anger and annoyance. Her cheeks puffed outward increasingly as her sisters re-enacted what was undoubtedly her most embarrassing moment. Why did her entire family feel the need to rush into the living room when they heard the tray of tea crash to the floor? Why did they anxiously ask her father what was the matter, then turn wide- eyed to her wet, towel-wrapped body on the floor? Why, oh WHY did they have to gasp and burst into nervous giggles when they saw Arima sitting on the couch in front of her?! Why, why, why?! Laughter bubbled up from Kano's throat as Tsuki slapped both hands to the sides of her face and dropped her jaw in mock horror, imitating the look on Yukino's face a few minutes earlier. Kano also imitated her eldest sister's reaction and gave an overly dramatic stage gasp, plastered a moronic and confused look on her face, and gave a tinny high-pitched shriek. Yukino's cheeks had reached maximum capacity.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" she screamed, little tears of anger forming at the corners of her eyes.
Kano and Tsuki wiped the grins off of their faces, turned, and scurried through the doorway. Yukino fumed and struggled to put on her clothes, and sullenly made her way down the hall to the kitchen. She still needed to eat, after all. Maybe breakfast would make everything all better.
Yukino flopped down at the table and placed a few pickles onto her plate.
So," her mother began, calmly looking down at her plate, "What did Arima visit for? What was that he gave you?" Yukino waved her hands nervously in front of her face. "N-nothing, nothing!"
Yukino leaned anxiously back into her seat as her parent eyed her
closely. Yukino shifted her eyes from side to side, and gulped loudly.
*What are they thinking?* she asked herself desperately.
*Do they know something?* Yukino's mind began to scream.
*No! They do know something, don't they? They know that Arima was
really delivering my clothes, don't they? DON'T THEY!!???*
Yukino's Mom gently took her chin in one hand and slowly turned
Yukino's face to the side.
Yukino sweat dropped. *What is she doing? Is this some sort of mind-
reading device?*
"Yukino, that mark Pero-pero the dog gave you never went away! How did
you really get it?"
Yukino winced. *O my goodness, do they know?*
Yukino's father raised his eyebrows. "Were you in a fight at school?"
"Oh, my!" her mother exclaimed. "Did you injure yourself? You've been
so clumsy lately, since you've grown a bit taller!" She gasped, and
tightened her grip on Yukino's face. "Maybe she ran into the badminton
net at school again!"
Her father held up his finger. "Or maybe she was whacked in the face
with her tennis racket!"
Her mother squeezed Yukino's face again. "Oh, that doubles partner of
hers is so violent!"
Yukino's parents clamored on and on and Yukino's chin felt about ready
to jump off of her face with every phrase!
Yukino wrenched her chin from her mother's grasp. "I'm okay. None of
those things happened! I'm fine, honest." Yukino covered the spot on
her neck with her hand. Kano leaned into the table and giggled
deviously.
"You know," she said in a voice just loud enough for the entire table
to hear, "I don't think Yuki was bitten by Pero-pero or got into a
fight with anyone at school."
Yukino went rigid. *Don't Kano, please don't,* Yukino prayed.
Kano narrowed her eyes nefariously, "You know what I think?"
*Oh,please, please, don't.Kano.*
"I think that she and Arima have been-"
*No.please.!*
"-Makin' out!"
Yukino gasped and averted her gaze to her lap. She couldn't believe
Kano said that! She knew how crazy and stupid their parents could get!
Her father dropped his fork.
"Whaaaaat?! 'Makin' out?'" He pressed his hands tightly over his ears.
"Oh, no, I didn't really want to hear this!"
Kano and Tsuki sat at the corner of the table, cackling and holding
their sides. They were laughing so hard, it looked like their stomachs
were about to fall out. Mrs. Miyazawa had a strange look in her eyes.
She appeared to be slightly pleased.
"Oh, my Yuuuukiiiinoooo! How cuuute!"
Yukino grimaced. Why did Kano have to know everything?
Yukino stomped to her room, slammed the door and leaned her back against it. Ahh..the sanctuary of her room. She frowned. Damn that Kano.always analyzing her like that. Her sister was too smart for her own good sometimes! Yukino crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. She was older.she and Arima had been dating for about three years now! Didn't her family expect these kinds of things to occur in a relationship? It was too strange.
Yukino quickly strolled over to her bed and let herself freefall face down into the warm, soft comforter. Maybe she hadn't really matured over the past couple of years. At least, she didn't feel like it. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. All she knew was that her family probably did not see her as mature. The last time she really felt a significant difference in her character were the early days in her relationship with Arima. Sure, she had grown into a taller, more intelligent young woman, but she didn't really feel any difference. Yukino sighed again and rolled over onto her back, her honey eyes staring at the blank, white ceiling. She needed something to keep her mind occupied. She sat up, her short, red hair swinging forward, reached for a pack of note cards on her desk, and skimmed through them. Although she was no longer the same vain and excruciatingly studious girl she made the mistake of being three years ago, focusing her mind on school always let her escape whatever problems she was having, at least temporarily. Some things never changed.
***************************************************************** Author's Note: Thanx everyone for your kind reviews! Y'all are so nice! ^______^ Whew! Just hearing your stuff really encourages me to keep writing! So far you guys have reviewed me:
Blue Dreamer2- yeah, I'm glad SOMEBODY gets me! LOL, just joshin' everyone. Thanks for the compliment! You should try to write a fluffy story sometime! Even though I'm a bit embarrassed, I've found it to be quite liberating also!
Taidigimon- aww shucks, thanks a lot! Hey, this may be a dumb question, but.What does OOC stand for?? I'm just slow like that.
Kaya1- You are too kind! And yes, I did write more! Hope you're enjoying it!
Natachan-(o and ppl, Natachan is a friend of mine who was reading my story while on my account-so just so you kno---I DID NOT review my own story!! Just wanted to let you all kno!)
Lady-sess -aww.thanks so much you are so nice! Yep, and I am indeed givin ya more!
Please review!
