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Daddy Shinigami!!!
Lunchtime!!!
"Over here, Mi-chan!" Aiko called out to her new "best friend". "Let's eat lunch toegether, okay?"
"I don't want to!" Mi-chan screamed. "I'd rather eat worms than eat with you, Aiko!" With that comment, Aiko burst into tears.
"Why?!" she whimpered.
"Because I... I..." Miyama satarted to feel sorry for Aiko. "Alright, I'll eat lunch with you today..." She sat down beside Aiko and prepared herself for more mindless torture. She opened her bag and found not just one paperbag with Tsuzuki's culinary concoctions in it but two!
"Hey!" Aiko said. "You have two lunches!"
"Uncle Asato might have placed Uncle Hisoka's lunch in my bag by mistake," Miyama said. As for her idea of her Uncle Asato being stupid for mistaking her pink bunny backpack for Hisoka's ratty green backpack, she kept it to herself. Seeing this as a golden opportunity to leave Aiko, she stood up and said "I must deliver this to Uncle Hisoka or he'll get hungry!"
"Uncle Hisoka?" Aiko asked. "Why? Where is your Uncle Hisoka?"
"See that fence over there?" Miyama pointed to the wire fence that seperated the Blue Seraph's Elementary School from NASAL High School. "That's where my Uncle Hisoka studies." She slung her backpack over her shoulder and started climbing the fence.
"Mi-chan, that's dangerous!" Aiko said. "You might hurt yourself and besides..."
Before Aiko was able to finish talking Miyama was already on the other side of the fence. She waved at Aiko. Aiko on the other hand, looked like she was about to cry again. Miyama couldn't stand seeing Aiko cry (it's so annoying) that she gulped and again took another suicidal leap into mindless Aiko torture. "Ne, Ai-chan!" she said. "Let's have lunch some other day, okay?"
"Okay!" said Aiko, who was happy again.
Mi-chan sighed and started to search for her Uncle Hisoka.
Hisoka was standing in front of his classroom door, silently complaining about all the ruckus in the room just because he was the new boy. Damn, he knew that he was pretty, oh God was he pretty! But he isn't a young kid anymore, he'd be about twenty if he was still alive. So why did he have to go to highschool?
Just then he felt a tug on his shirt. It was Miyama, holding a brown paper bag which contained the lunch Hisoka dreaded to see, and most of all, taste. "What are you doing here?" Hisoka asked.
"Stupid Uncle Asato placed your lunch on my bag," she frowned and handed Hisoka the papaer bag. "Here, you can have it back."
Hisoka chuckled when he heard Miyama call Tsuzuki stupid. He then returned to his usual cold demeanor and said, "No thanks, I'd rather go hungry than eat that."
"But what am I going to do with this?" Miyama asked.
"You can eat it." Hisoka said sarcastically.
"But I don't want to eat it, it tastes horrible and it will make me sick! Oh hell, maybe I should buy food instead." She took her wallet from her backpack and looked at it's contents. There was nothing, only a few loose change. "Hey, Uncle Hisoka, do you have any extra money?" she asked.
"No," said Hisoka plainly. Tatsumi isn't the most generous person in the world and besides, Hisoka's hobby is saving money, not wasting it on food like Tsuzuki does.
"HISOKA-KUN!!!!"
Hisoka gulped and faced the direction of the scream in dreadfully slow manner. Miyama hid behind Hisoka's back and peered at the new characters in our setting. There were three girls smiling in a happy bubbly manner at Hisoka.
"Uncle Hisoka, who are they?" Miyama asked, still clinging to the tail of Hisoka's uniform top.
"I don't know, Mi-chan, but they've been on my tail since first period..." Hisoka said. He bent down and added in a lower tone "I've been trying to avoid them all morning."
"You were avoiding them by hanging around outside your classroom's door?!" Miyama whispered back.
"Hello, Hisoka-kun!" the first girl said. "Care to join us for lunch? I cooked my famous ebi tempura today!" She batted her eyelashes and smiled. Then she saw Miyama who looked so innocent in the way she was hiding behind her uncle's back. "Oh, how cute!" the girl screamed as she walked closer to pinch Miyama's cheeks. The two other girls nodded in agreement. "Is she your sister, Hisoka-kun?" she asked, as her hands ran across the soft dark curls of Miyama's hair.
"I... I'm his neice," Miyama said shyly. She smiled sweetly and bowed ever so politely. "I'm Miyama Tatsumi, it's nice to meet you, miss."
Hisoka stared at his niece, wondering if she was just hungry and delirious or if she was already possesed by evil spirits. The girl, on the other hand, was absolutely charmed by Miyama. "Oh, what a darling child you are!" she cooed. "I'm Tia," she said. She then pointed to the two girls behind her. "And these are my two friends, Ria and Gia."
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Ria, Miss Gia." said Miyama. She curtsied and smiled sweetly, without any trace of malice, to her Uncle Hisoka. "You have really beautiful classmates, Uncle Hisoka," she said, her tone oozing with honey sweetness. Hisoka was now absolutely convinced that his neice was possesed by an extremely evil spirit.
"Oh, by the way, Hisoka-kun," Tia said, facing her new found love with a rosy blush on her cheeks. "We wouldn't mind if you bring Miyama-chan with you as we eat lunch. She is such a sweet child."
Ria and Gia nodded and said "Yes, such a sweet little child!" in perfect unison.
Hisoka shook his head. "No, thanks. I don't want to eat with you guys." he said. "I'd rather sleep with a thousand rabid bunnies."
"What did you say Hisoka-kun?" Tia asked, not getting the last part of Hisoka's refusal. Miyama gave her uncle a death glare.
"I mean... I need to study, I still need to catch up with the lessons," said Hisoka, intimidated from his neice's girl-from-hell stare.
"Good luck with your lessons Uncle Hisoka!" Miyama cheered. "Uncle Hisoka's such a hard worker," she said to Tia.
Tia was disappointed by the fact that her darling blonde prince (I am going to spew) won't be joining her for lunch. But then she had an idea. If she were to get closer to Miyama and show Hisoka how good she is with children, maybe he'd fall in love with her. (Now we all know that's not gonna happen... never in a million years.)
"Maybe next time then, Hisoka-kun," Tia said, "How about you, Miyama- chan? Want to eat lunch with us?"
Miyama nodded and smiled sweetly. She was then taken away by the group of girls to the rooftop, where they were to eat their lunch.
Hisoka watched her and, thankful as he was for having those girls stop stalking him, he couldn't help but get annoyed at Miyama for having an excuse to get rid off Tsuzuki's lunch.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon and Hisoka was really relieved that school was over. He put on his shoes and went outside, only to be greeted by a small forlorn figure crying under the shade of one of the the trees on the school's pathway.
"Mi-chan?" he called as he sat beside her. "Why are you still here?"
Miyama wiped her eyes with her sleeved and sobbed, "Uncle... sniff uncle Asa... sato forgot to pick me up!"
Hisoka also noticed that her hair was a mess and that she had a small gash on her leg. "What happened while you were waiting for Uncle Asato?"
"I... I played soccer with the elementary varsity... they were really nice Uncle Hisoka, please don't get mad at them."
"Don't you think Asato might have thought that you were gone during the time you were playing soccer? Maybe you missed him."
"But... but... I left a message to the school gaurd to tell Uncle Asato where I was... when I came back from soccer the gaurd told me that no one came for me!" Miyama bawled. "Uncle Asato didn't even come!"
Hisoka wiped her eyes with his handkerchief motioned for her to stand up. "Come on, Mi-chan, let's go home."
Miyama looked at her Uncle Hisoka with admiration in her eyes and stood up. They then started to go on their way home.
"Tsuzuki's going to get it once we get home," Hisoka thought, annoyed at Tsuzuki's lack of responsibility.
"Hey guys, welcome home!" Tsuzuki greeted with a smile as he opened the door. Then he saw Miyama crying and Hisoka obviously furious. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did you meet some bullies on your way home?"
"BAKA!" Hisoka screamed as he slapped Tsuzuki. "You forgot to pick Miyama up from school!" Miyama started to cry harder.
"Was I supposed to do that?" Tsuzuki asked innocently as he massaged his throbbing cheek.
"Yes, you were, idiot! Didn't you read the list of responsibilities we left with you?!" Hisoka shouted as he glared at Tsuzuki.
"I... err..." Tsuzuki stuttered. "I sort of misplaced the list and I... sort of forgot to pick up Mi-chan. I'm sorry..."
"SORRY!" Hisoka screamed. "Do you know how lonely it is for a child to wait for someone, and then find out that no one's coming in the end?! Do you?!" Hisoka's own eyes were cornered by unfallen tears as he said this.
"Uncle Hisoka, stop it!" Miyama cried as she wrapped her arms around Tsuzuki. "Please don't get mad at Uncle Tsuzuki! I don't want to see your fight!"
Hisoka dropped to the floor and cried with his hands covering his face. Miyama jumped off from Tsuzuki and hugged her Uncle Hisoka. "Uncle Hisoka, stop crying," she whispered. "Everything's okay now, Uncle Hisoka. I'm okay now, and besides, I wanted to stay longer to play soccer. So please Uncle Hisoka..." Tsuzuki kneeled down and wrapped his arms around the two.
Awww... this is getting too touching for my guts to handle, I can't believe I wrote this. So, let's cut the crap and put somebody else in the scene. The front door opens and who do we see? Why it's no other than Yutaka Watari! (Hey, cool! It rhymed!) "Hello!" he greeted with his standard smile. "How are you guys doing?"
Miyama skipped towards her eldest uncle and smiled back. "Ne, ne, Uncle Yu... I played soccer today!"
"Really?!" Watari plopped onto the sofa and motioned for Miyama to sit next to him. "What happened? Was it a lot of fun?"
Miyama nodded. She sat next to her Uncle Yu and started to talk all about how she got to score a goal from the half line and how the team wants her now. Meanwhile, Tsuzuki was still taking his time on hugging poor, emotionally-damaged Hisoka... until...
SLAP!
Until he was slapped by Hisoka, who had just realized what they were doing. "What the hell were you doing to me, idiot?!" he said, blushing beet red.
"Owww..." Tsuzuki said as he rubbed throbbing cheek. "You were sad and crying so I..."
"I don't need your help!" Hisoka said as he pouted and stomped off to his room, leaving Tsuzuki with a knowing smile on his face.
When he got home, Tatsumi was surprised to see how "family-like" his "family" had become. Hisoka was cooking dinner instead of Tsuzuki, who was pouting at Hisoka like a sick puppy. Watari and Miyama was having a drawing contest: Miyama's winning, of course. They all seemed to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. The only piece missing was...
"Daddy's home!" Miyama announced.
"Yo, Seiichirou!" Watari said as he waved at the newcomer.
"Seiichirou..." Tsuzuki whined as he pointed at Hisoka who was wearing a mischievous grin.
The only piece missing was him, and now the little family's complete.
TBC
Author's Note: Awww... Wasn't that sweet? I think I'm going to barf. I don't normally write like this. I think being a post-humous child has turned this story into this sappy shit... You see, my father died before I was born. All together now: Aw! Now shut up 'coz I don't need your pity. Anyway, I can't wait 'til I get Dr. Muraki in the story. Oh joy! That would be fun!
Daddy Shinigami!!!
Lunchtime!!!
"Over here, Mi-chan!" Aiko called out to her new "best friend". "Let's eat lunch toegether, okay?"
"I don't want to!" Mi-chan screamed. "I'd rather eat worms than eat with you, Aiko!" With that comment, Aiko burst into tears.
"Why?!" she whimpered.
"Because I... I..." Miyama satarted to feel sorry for Aiko. "Alright, I'll eat lunch with you today..." She sat down beside Aiko and prepared herself for more mindless torture. She opened her bag and found not just one paperbag with Tsuzuki's culinary concoctions in it but two!
"Hey!" Aiko said. "You have two lunches!"
"Uncle Asato might have placed Uncle Hisoka's lunch in my bag by mistake," Miyama said. As for her idea of her Uncle Asato being stupid for mistaking her pink bunny backpack for Hisoka's ratty green backpack, she kept it to herself. Seeing this as a golden opportunity to leave Aiko, she stood up and said "I must deliver this to Uncle Hisoka or he'll get hungry!"
"Uncle Hisoka?" Aiko asked. "Why? Where is your Uncle Hisoka?"
"See that fence over there?" Miyama pointed to the wire fence that seperated the Blue Seraph's Elementary School from NASAL High School. "That's where my Uncle Hisoka studies." She slung her backpack over her shoulder and started climbing the fence.
"Mi-chan, that's dangerous!" Aiko said. "You might hurt yourself and besides..."
Before Aiko was able to finish talking Miyama was already on the other side of the fence. She waved at Aiko. Aiko on the other hand, looked like she was about to cry again. Miyama couldn't stand seeing Aiko cry (it's so annoying) that she gulped and again took another suicidal leap into mindless Aiko torture. "Ne, Ai-chan!" she said. "Let's have lunch some other day, okay?"
"Okay!" said Aiko, who was happy again.
Mi-chan sighed and started to search for her Uncle Hisoka.
Hisoka was standing in front of his classroom door, silently complaining about all the ruckus in the room just because he was the new boy. Damn, he knew that he was pretty, oh God was he pretty! But he isn't a young kid anymore, he'd be about twenty if he was still alive. So why did he have to go to highschool?
Just then he felt a tug on his shirt. It was Miyama, holding a brown paper bag which contained the lunch Hisoka dreaded to see, and most of all, taste. "What are you doing here?" Hisoka asked.
"Stupid Uncle Asato placed your lunch on my bag," she frowned and handed Hisoka the papaer bag. "Here, you can have it back."
Hisoka chuckled when he heard Miyama call Tsuzuki stupid. He then returned to his usual cold demeanor and said, "No thanks, I'd rather go hungry than eat that."
"But what am I going to do with this?" Miyama asked.
"You can eat it." Hisoka said sarcastically.
"But I don't want to eat it, it tastes horrible and it will make me sick! Oh hell, maybe I should buy food instead." She took her wallet from her backpack and looked at it's contents. There was nothing, only a few loose change. "Hey, Uncle Hisoka, do you have any extra money?" she asked.
"No," said Hisoka plainly. Tatsumi isn't the most generous person in the world and besides, Hisoka's hobby is saving money, not wasting it on food like Tsuzuki does.
"HISOKA-KUN!!!!"
Hisoka gulped and faced the direction of the scream in dreadfully slow manner. Miyama hid behind Hisoka's back and peered at the new characters in our setting. There were three girls smiling in a happy bubbly manner at Hisoka.
"Uncle Hisoka, who are they?" Miyama asked, still clinging to the tail of Hisoka's uniform top.
"I don't know, Mi-chan, but they've been on my tail since first period..." Hisoka said. He bent down and added in a lower tone "I've been trying to avoid them all morning."
"You were avoiding them by hanging around outside your classroom's door?!" Miyama whispered back.
"Hello, Hisoka-kun!" the first girl said. "Care to join us for lunch? I cooked my famous ebi tempura today!" She batted her eyelashes and smiled. Then she saw Miyama who looked so innocent in the way she was hiding behind her uncle's back. "Oh, how cute!" the girl screamed as she walked closer to pinch Miyama's cheeks. The two other girls nodded in agreement. "Is she your sister, Hisoka-kun?" she asked, as her hands ran across the soft dark curls of Miyama's hair.
"I... I'm his neice," Miyama said shyly. She smiled sweetly and bowed ever so politely. "I'm Miyama Tatsumi, it's nice to meet you, miss."
Hisoka stared at his niece, wondering if she was just hungry and delirious or if she was already possesed by evil spirits. The girl, on the other hand, was absolutely charmed by Miyama. "Oh, what a darling child you are!" she cooed. "I'm Tia," she said. She then pointed to the two girls behind her. "And these are my two friends, Ria and Gia."
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Ria, Miss Gia." said Miyama. She curtsied and smiled sweetly, without any trace of malice, to her Uncle Hisoka. "You have really beautiful classmates, Uncle Hisoka," she said, her tone oozing with honey sweetness. Hisoka was now absolutely convinced that his neice was possesed by an extremely evil spirit.
"Oh, by the way, Hisoka-kun," Tia said, facing her new found love with a rosy blush on her cheeks. "We wouldn't mind if you bring Miyama-chan with you as we eat lunch. She is such a sweet child."
Ria and Gia nodded and said "Yes, such a sweet little child!" in perfect unison.
Hisoka shook his head. "No, thanks. I don't want to eat with you guys." he said. "I'd rather sleep with a thousand rabid bunnies."
"What did you say Hisoka-kun?" Tia asked, not getting the last part of Hisoka's refusal. Miyama gave her uncle a death glare.
"I mean... I need to study, I still need to catch up with the lessons," said Hisoka, intimidated from his neice's girl-from-hell stare.
"Good luck with your lessons Uncle Hisoka!" Miyama cheered. "Uncle Hisoka's such a hard worker," she said to Tia.
Tia was disappointed by the fact that her darling blonde prince (I am going to spew) won't be joining her for lunch. But then she had an idea. If she were to get closer to Miyama and show Hisoka how good she is with children, maybe he'd fall in love with her. (Now we all know that's not gonna happen... never in a million years.)
"Maybe next time then, Hisoka-kun," Tia said, "How about you, Miyama- chan? Want to eat lunch with us?"
Miyama nodded and smiled sweetly. She was then taken away by the group of girls to the rooftop, where they were to eat their lunch.
Hisoka watched her and, thankful as he was for having those girls stop stalking him, he couldn't help but get annoyed at Miyama for having an excuse to get rid off Tsuzuki's lunch.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon and Hisoka was really relieved that school was over. He put on his shoes and went outside, only to be greeted by a small forlorn figure crying under the shade of one of the the trees on the school's pathway.
"Mi-chan?" he called as he sat beside her. "Why are you still here?"
Miyama wiped her eyes with her sleeved and sobbed, "Uncle... sniff uncle Asa... sato forgot to pick me up!"
Hisoka also noticed that her hair was a mess and that she had a small gash on her leg. "What happened while you were waiting for Uncle Asato?"
"I... I played soccer with the elementary varsity... they were really nice Uncle Hisoka, please don't get mad at them."
"Don't you think Asato might have thought that you were gone during the time you were playing soccer? Maybe you missed him."
"But... but... I left a message to the school gaurd to tell Uncle Asato where I was... when I came back from soccer the gaurd told me that no one came for me!" Miyama bawled. "Uncle Asato didn't even come!"
Hisoka wiped her eyes with his handkerchief motioned for her to stand up. "Come on, Mi-chan, let's go home."
Miyama looked at her Uncle Hisoka with admiration in her eyes and stood up. They then started to go on their way home.
"Tsuzuki's going to get it once we get home," Hisoka thought, annoyed at Tsuzuki's lack of responsibility.
"Hey guys, welcome home!" Tsuzuki greeted with a smile as he opened the door. Then he saw Miyama crying and Hisoka obviously furious. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did you meet some bullies on your way home?"
"BAKA!" Hisoka screamed as he slapped Tsuzuki. "You forgot to pick Miyama up from school!" Miyama started to cry harder.
"Was I supposed to do that?" Tsuzuki asked innocently as he massaged his throbbing cheek.
"Yes, you were, idiot! Didn't you read the list of responsibilities we left with you?!" Hisoka shouted as he glared at Tsuzuki.
"I... err..." Tsuzuki stuttered. "I sort of misplaced the list and I... sort of forgot to pick up Mi-chan. I'm sorry..."
"SORRY!" Hisoka screamed. "Do you know how lonely it is for a child to wait for someone, and then find out that no one's coming in the end?! Do you?!" Hisoka's own eyes were cornered by unfallen tears as he said this.
"Uncle Hisoka, stop it!" Miyama cried as she wrapped her arms around Tsuzuki. "Please don't get mad at Uncle Tsuzuki! I don't want to see your fight!"
Hisoka dropped to the floor and cried with his hands covering his face. Miyama jumped off from Tsuzuki and hugged her Uncle Hisoka. "Uncle Hisoka, stop crying," she whispered. "Everything's okay now, Uncle Hisoka. I'm okay now, and besides, I wanted to stay longer to play soccer. So please Uncle Hisoka..." Tsuzuki kneeled down and wrapped his arms around the two.
Awww... this is getting too touching for my guts to handle, I can't believe I wrote this. So, let's cut the crap and put somebody else in the scene. The front door opens and who do we see? Why it's no other than Yutaka Watari! (Hey, cool! It rhymed!) "Hello!" he greeted with his standard smile. "How are you guys doing?"
Miyama skipped towards her eldest uncle and smiled back. "Ne, ne, Uncle Yu... I played soccer today!"
"Really?!" Watari plopped onto the sofa and motioned for Miyama to sit next to him. "What happened? Was it a lot of fun?"
Miyama nodded. She sat next to her Uncle Yu and started to talk all about how she got to score a goal from the half line and how the team wants her now. Meanwhile, Tsuzuki was still taking his time on hugging poor, emotionally-damaged Hisoka... until...
SLAP!
Until he was slapped by Hisoka, who had just realized what they were doing. "What the hell were you doing to me, idiot?!" he said, blushing beet red.
"Owww..." Tsuzuki said as he rubbed throbbing cheek. "You were sad and crying so I..."
"I don't need your help!" Hisoka said as he pouted and stomped off to his room, leaving Tsuzuki with a knowing smile on his face.
When he got home, Tatsumi was surprised to see how "family-like" his "family" had become. Hisoka was cooking dinner instead of Tsuzuki, who was pouting at Hisoka like a sick puppy. Watari and Miyama was having a drawing contest: Miyama's winning, of course. They all seemed to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. The only piece missing was...
"Daddy's home!" Miyama announced.
"Yo, Seiichirou!" Watari said as he waved at the newcomer.
"Seiichirou..." Tsuzuki whined as he pointed at Hisoka who was wearing a mischievous grin.
The only piece missing was him, and now the little family's complete.
TBC
Author's Note: Awww... Wasn't that sweet? I think I'm going to barf. I don't normally write like this. I think being a post-humous child has turned this story into this sappy shit... You see, my father died before I was born. All together now: Aw! Now shut up 'coz I don't need your pity. Anyway, I can't wait 'til I get Dr. Muraki in the story. Oh joy! That would be fun!