Chapter Two: Takumi Yuukan
Awaking to the loud squawking of Kowashi at 6 a.m. was definitely not Takumi Yuukan's favorite wake up call. As the red head stumbled over to the parrot's cage, he tripped on the mike stand that he used for practice. I mean, aspiring vocalists needed practice after all. Didn't they?
The second thing Takumi noticed was his idiotic sister's violin lying in the doorway. Still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he picked up the infernal instrument, which was named Kariudo. And for good reason. That thing had caused almost as much damage as Muteki. Shuddering, Takumi flung the violin into Hotaru's room on his way to the shower.
Stepping into the ice cold water, he remembered that really messed up dream from the night before… Sora had been in it…along with that dreaded cat of hers, Kage. God how he despised that infernal animal. They had both been in the forest outside of the school. Muttering about an ancient wind… And then Sora broke off into Japanese ramblings…
Shaking his head slightly to remove all the access water from his hair, Takumi stepped into his room and took careful notice to turn of the Weiss music he had been listening to last night. He had to be one of their biggest fans. His whole room was littered with various Weiss memorabilia, including his vast spoon collection. Seki Tomokazu was awesome. And not to mention the fact that he was the seiyuu for Shuichi Shindou of Gravitation, which in it's own rights was an OK anime… A little messed up, but OK.
He practically waded across the mess that had been created in his room from the last Hotaru ranting escapade… That was one of the scariest days of his teen life… Mental note to self: Never make Hotaru mad again…Never. His poor paintings. All ruined in the tornado caused by his twin sister… All of it. Gone. Oh well. Time to stop brooding and time to go to the torture session.
Stepping up to the closet, Takumi selected his usual outfit. Leather pants with a with turtleneck and black hiking boots. Not to mention the various chains he called cool and his mother called sissy. Necklaces were sissy. Chains were manly.
Realizing that he was about 10 minutes late, he hurtled himself out the door and over to his prize possession. His Mustang 5.0. It was a '69 and a sweet car. And not to mention the fact that it was in good condition. Sora had taken the honor of naming it Denkou for the enormously fast acceleration rate. As he backed out of the driveway, he made sure to check for Sora. He didn't want to be driving in the same galaxy as her. But hey, she probably wasn't even up yet…
Honking the horn so that Hotaru would hurry up and get out there, Takumi revved up the engine and sped off as soon as his twin sister was safely inside. Oh boy. Another day of torture from the evil death pit called Gakusha High School.
Yes. Another short chapter. That's how the next one will be too. One more introduction to go…Don't worry.
Amaya