Chapter Six

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QN: Heh, sorry about the Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang thing –laughs nervoursly- my weird sense of humor for a fiction. Anyhow, the reason I'm late to update any of my stories is because I just didn't have the inspiration I needed, and its not because of my reviewers! Thank you all who reviews, or who bothers to review. Okay, that's all, R&R!

An irritated growl escaped and faded into a cool, heavily scented room, as she shifted uncomfortably to her left side, not the least bit comfortable in the new position she was in. Her stomach suddenly but expectedly gave a nervous lurch. The hard hand made wood chair didn't help much. What was she even doing here? She had gotten a good grade, but why did she suddenly find herself here, again! Especially at this arrogant bastards house. She had already been here enough times as it was when they where doing there project, especially when he made her come instead of wanting to go to her house, hadnt she?

'Er!' she growled silently as she shoved some of her long not to tamed bangs out of her eyes. She made a silent note to trim them when she got home, and not tell her brother, or he'll do if for her, and shave all off like he had last time. Man, was that a nightmare. She refused to go to school for a month, even when her mom threatened to ship her off to military school if she didn't. She ended up at an even worse camp in the summer. Camp Swan, where they watch the swans, draw the sunrise, and smile at the sunset while cooking eggs on a leaf plate. Snort, yah, right! Just give me a sleeping bag and bug dope and I'll camp out in the parking lot, thank you very much!

She shook her head at the irritating memory, making her bangs fall back in place. She didn't move for a while, then blew her long bangs out of her eyes. They just floated silently back. Or she could just trim them now. She turned her head till her eyes rested on the table where a bunch of pens, and pencils where laid. Beside the stack was a nice and sharp sissor. 'Very, well made too.' She noted silently.

She slowly got up, and walked over to the table. She looked from left to right quickly. Her eyes landed back on the pair, when she took a last glimps at the empty living courters. 'Well, it was now or never...might as well do it while he wasn't here yet.' She silently closed the small poket of air between her and the smooth, hand made pine woodened table, with, she noted, a pretty expensive frame. Guess they didnt pay much attention to money, as long as it fits well to there liking.

She took the pair of sissors in her hand, and gulped at it. '...now or never...' she reapeted in her mind, as she took a final look at her long locks. Her eyes hardened as she said, "Alright, now or never!"
And what do you know, right after she finished that sentence, a loud snort was heard from behind her. 'Eep!' she squeaked as she froze in mid cut. Uh-oh.

'So now your stealing sissors, how very lowly of you, and I thought you could not get any poorer.' A smooth and at the same time cocky voice sounded from behind her. He smirked in satisfaction as he watched figure shake in rage.

'Urgh!' another growl, came from her throat before she could even stop it. She fumed till she got a good color of a heart, as she clenched her hands to her side, as she tried to not let the bomb explode. She stood for a few good minutes as her tormentor enjoyed every second of her obvious frustration, he savored every moment. She took one last breath as she smiled in victory of her little challenge. Her tormentor frowned a bit at the unwon flare of explosives. One more push...

'Then again, its hardly surprising seeing as your mother has a poor job or waitressing for about a penny a month and your father abandoned you and your brother can't affored money seeing as he can't even get a job.' He smirked in triumpth as he watched the bomb about to go BOOM!

He was right. She was shaking in so much anger that she had no control of her body as she turned to him, her body hot and buring with rage. Her teeth where gridding against each other, her fists as white as a ghost's, and her brows almost crossed in her fiery eyes. Enough was enough.

She tightly ground her feet to the floor as she tried to get to him before she just went on a rampage. The guy across from her, raised his right eyebrow as he smirked in satisfaction. Her thighs where so tight that a fire could be started just from sheer rubbing them. She stopped in front of him and raised her arm high as her palm flattened out.

He looked surprised and stepped back as he watched her palm desend at break neck speed, then--

A gasp escaped her throat as she sat up sharply, bumping her forhead on her lamp in her haste. "Ow!"

She pressed her palm on her hair and pushed pressure on her bump as she tried to get it to stop throbbing. "Oh, boy." She moaned.

"Thats defineatly gonna be there tommorow." She groaned and lay back. She turned her head a little, just enough to lay her cheek on her smooth, cool, desk. Long old memories... figures after all the stuff she had just written for her report. But...

She shifted her gaze to an old style computer with black and green the olny means of color on it.

....but, its nice to have a flashback of times like those, even when it is fourteen years since it last happened. It always gets on my mind, but then I sometimes seem to forget it all completly, she thought as her gaze darkened. Soon, I might just forget them all together.

She looked forward for a minute, then shook her head, angered by that thought. NO! She melowed a bit, No. That won't happen, as long as I breath though my nose! She smiled, satisfied with her thought of determination and rose from her working chair, pushing it bach with her thighs as she moved around it with slight grace, and walked out of the small wooden door frame. Dark brown, of course, she thought as she smiled, it was, afterall, her favorite color. Why? She wasn't quite sure, but that didn't really matter anyways.

She stopped shortly to yawn and strech her arms and limbs. Man! She thought while smiling, That hit the spot! She thought as she heard a few 'pops!' coming from her back as she arched backwards, balancing by putting her hands on her hips. She stopped smiling short, as she saw a napkin shaped silk hang, half off, and half just bearly hanging from under a small paper holder from her wooden table. How long has it been since then? She thought as she walked over and folded it together again.

How long had it been since she met...

...his...

It was a quite autumn afternoon. A perfect one at that. The wind was soft threading through her hair, like soft silky hands through water. The Sakura's where bloosomed, and where falling through the wind, sailing too only God knows where, though some of the pavements, where layered with them, making the pavement and the whole city a lovely color.This was the kind of afternoon that people would just hang onto a lovers arms, and just relax. Where no cares where about, and no fudes to bother them. A very lovely afternoon indeed. To top it off, it was New Year's Eve, and everyone had on allot of fancy Kimono's.

How long had she walked around the park now? Maybe about and hour or so. But even if it was lovely..., she sighed, she had no one to share it with. She looked down, keeping up the stroll as she did so. She had passed by a few couples, whispering and smiling, which she stared at with a pang of envy. Why couldn't she be like them? Hanging around a guy, light eyes, perfect face, and softly talking with her. Was that to much for her to ask?

Suddenly, her path was blocked by something large, and tall. She stopped. Then raised her head, golden letters glittering, making it easy to identify where she was. She gasped as she moved to cover her mouth.

How did she get here? How could she not notice? Why here?

She stood for a moment, unsure of what to do, or how to do it. How could she have gotten this far anyway? She stood for a good few minutes. Then, she started moving forward, finding her body acting on its own and not on her own behalf, and before she knew it, the door was open. With a large creak, it she was in.There she stared into the most lovely sights she had ever seen.

Inside, she found a little path, arching this way and that way, zig-zaging into a lot of swirls, the path made mostly out of stepping stones, but that was not what caught her attention most. The whole yard, was covered in Sakura's for all she could see, almost all layered. The middle-sized Sakura Tree lazily sawying with the wind. Small stone statues scattered among the garden, and to top off the wonderful picture, a little pond that could fit about three seven-year-olds into it.

She hesitated somewhat, before moving forward again. She walked a little distance, finding it more relaxing than she realized, somehow, finding herself, half-asleep bacause of it.

She suddenly reached her so-called goal. The door here, was about half as big as the first one, and there where symbols that indicated who lived here, like before. She sighed.

Yes, she had been here before, but she had not gone through the front door, nor did she pay attention to the windows much less outside. That just provide she wasn't very obsevent. The back door may have been shorter, and not so much flashy, but it seemed ato be the only way she would expect the whole residense to be.

She lifted her hands to the door, holding it there for a moment. Was she sure? She could leave now...but wouldn't that prove how weak she was?

She sighed as she let her hand fall to her side, her Kimono ruffleing a bit. She had a small smile.

Damn, I'm so weak. She thought as she turned around. Before she could get far, however, the door suddenly squeaked open. She paushed, and whirled around.

Him...She thought. She looked at him, as he examined her. She almost gasped. He looked diffrent, and it was no suprise to see why.

He was wearing a pretty silky gab. The Yukata was plain black and a Ink colored Kimono overlapping it, giving a new definition of black. His sandals where, of course red, and his hair was the same fasion as before.

He finished examining, and his gaze landed on her, emotionless gaze. She stayed still, feeling a bit uneasy. He appereantly, got that, and replaced his emotionless gaze with a satisfied smirk. Then he want inside, leaving the door wide open. She looked at the opened door.

Is he asking me to come in? Without a comment? Then, the image of that smirk came to her head, and she heated up. That guy! H-he's challenging me! He want's to see if I have enough guts! Her teeth grit in anger, and with a huff, crossed her arms, nose poised high, and turned her head as she walked into the 'challenge'.

Apperently, he knew beforehand she was going to come, and smirked. She felt herself heat up once more, and growled at him.

He IGNORED me! She roared the thought as he just camly ignored her, and turned.'

She growled.

He looked over his shoulder to give her an arrogant smirk then continued to ignore her as he walked ahead. She seethed, then resumed her gloating spree.

They reached the living couters, and he plooped down on the futon, not even bothering to invite her to sit as well, before his expression changed to annoyed one, and he asked, no demanded, " What the fuck are you doing here anyways?"

She shook in anger, her pride shot down a little, that didnt stop her from yelling at him once again.

"Well, Soo--rry Mr. Big Shot! But I was bored." She smirked as she crossed her arms. He growled.

"So then you came to bother me, out of boredom?"

"Seems like."

"Bitch."

"Ass."

Glare.

All was silent for a good few minutes, until he asked quietly, "Why did you come?"

She snorted, "I told you, I was bored." Actually, she hadn't a good excuse, but that was the only thing she could get off the top of her toung. She glared as he glared back. "Hardly seems worth the walk." He said an annoyed edge on the tip of it.

She snorted once more, "Unlike you, I LIKE to walk, besides, what do you care?" She asked.

He growled at her lack of respect, " Watch it," he warned, "I don't," he answered, "I just don't want you to double over in pain and misery for it, bacause I'll have to pay for it if you do." He retroted.

" Like you would care."

"I wouldn't, its the money I care for." He turned his back to her, in a sign that told her that the fight was over and he won whether she liked it or not. And quite franckly, she didn't. She scowled at his back. He looked over his shoulder at her.

"You shouldn't scowl, it'll make wrinkles and make you more hiddius than you already are." He smirked. " Besides, shouldn't you be--"

Before he could finish, a door creaked open behind her, and the guy who didn't have time to finish his sentance, paled. She blinked, what the heck had him so worked up about? She thought. Then realizing someone was behind her. She turned around slowly, and looked up slowly. before she could even blink, she was splawed out on the floor, shocked beyond words.

A woman, about the age or thirty or fourty, towered over her. She looked proud, and bueatiful. Her hair was tied in a tight bun, she clothes was a silky red and black kimono, and her sandals where Ink black. But that wasn't what suprised her, the fact that she looked younger than twenty-five and older than thirty was the fact that surprised her. Then something finally registered in her mind, as she made all these observations in a mere second after she ended up on the floor, her Kimono a bit ripped.

Her eyes watered, and she lifted her hand to her already painfully sore side between her tempel and jaw. She stared up in anger, which quickly turned into fear.

The woman, looking very upset and angered, didn't waste any time as she slapped her again, this time on the opposite side.

The younger one stayed down looking at the side of her for a second, then her eyes narrowed to almost slits and in a sharp turn-over tackled the woman to the couch scratching, kicking and punching while the woman did her best to guard herself. The other teen was silent and watching when his mom attacked, now he let out a yelp of surprise and ran to help his mom from the raged teen.

She slapped me! She SLAPPED ME! The girl thought as her mind turned red and she used more energy in her fist.

Then suddenly as she was about to give the other woman a blow to the head, she was knocked off and on the floor once more. She angirly got off and swung her head to whoever did it. It took her a moment to realize that the one she came to visit was responsible for her being on the floor.

"Get out." He whispered harsly. The teen on the floor looked at him as he moved towards her, and picked her up by the arm and dragged her to the door. She looked over her shoulder and was angered beyond reason at the smug look his mother was giving her. A sharp pinch on her arm turned her back to the one who was pushing her out the door.

She growled and turned arounda to face his angry face. She shivered but kept her face in its position.

"Why..the..FUCK did you stop me?" She whispered in an angry hiss," She SLAPPED me! That BITCH had it coming and on top of that-"

"Just....leave..."

It took her several moments to realize the meaning of his words, and when she did her jaw dropped two times trying to make a remark back.

She couldnt say anything.

So she turned, her eyes starting to water, and left without saying anything.

She didnt know how long she walked, but it slowly seemed to register she was walking knowhere. She was staring at the ground. With nothing but a tiny hint of expression crossed her face, saddness.

She stopped to look up at a Sakura tree hanging above her.

She was foolish. She acted without thinking, again. That was it. She wouldn't see him again, it was killing her.