A/N: I'm not gonna start this idea now, it is sitting on the back burner of my brain. I'm proposing to do a Gravitation drama/mystery in the future. Just not now. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me to this story. I appreciate it.

Thanks: Crazy 4 Grasper (thanks for helping me with the spelling), Guren, Kitty in the Box, clueless97, mitzuki-kun, Ashura Akuma.

Chapter II

Yuki watched his daughter creep down the stairs and try to make it out the front door."And just where do you think you're going?"

Ichi froze and gave a timid smile. "Ahhh, hah hah. Tou-san, I did't see you there."

"Obviously not; it explains why you're sneaking around behind by back."

She plastered on a fake smile.

"Tou-san..." Her words dripped with sugar-coated sweetness.

"Can it!" Yuki saw right through her facade.

"Now, come over here and sit down, young lady!"

She sighed. "I'm gonna be late for school..."

He looked at the clock, raising an eyebrow.

"Sit."

He walked over to the table and sat while she did. "Now... What seems to be the problem?" "Noth-" "Need I remind you you're a very bad liar, Ichigo." She stopped and pouted. "And that pout doesn't work on me." Her expression fell as she sighed heavily. "Guess, I'm found out, huh?" Her tou-san took a sip of his coffee. "As always." he mumured in return. "Is there a point to this?" "Don't get smart with me, Ichigo Shindou-Uesugi!" She gronaed. Full names were never good. It always meant she was in really big trouble. "Did I do somethig?" she asked, slipping her head against her folded forearms. "In a mater of speak...."

She waited.

"You okaa-san came home, to OUR bed looking very upset." Yuki took a sip of coffee. "And you know, Ichigo, when he's upset I don't get any work done. I only started three hours ago. He kept me up half the night moping about how a terrible mother he was." Her tou-san stared at her. "Don't you wonder what or WHO should I say put those thoughts in his baka brain?" Ichi squirmed under his gaze. "Ummm..." "Do we have answer?" "I-I did." He sighed. "And why for Kami's sake, would you want to do that?" She stayed quiet. "Do you delight in making your okaa-san unhappy and me miserable?" "Of course not!" "Then I suggest you go upstairs and talk to him before you leave for school.." She nodded.

Because if okaa-san wasn't happy, Yuki wasn't happy, and when tou-san wasn't happy her life was miserable!

"I'll go now."

Shuichi Shindou was sitting up in bed, in the dark bedroom, listening as Yuki's voice got louder. He winced and buried face against his arms. "I'm such a terrible mother...." (lol) He sobbed. "If I had done anything right, things wouldn't be like this." "That's not true, okaa-san..." A soft voice answered through the semi-darkness. The raven-haired man looked up and gauged his blonde headed daughter with teary eyes. "You're a great mother." She smiled. "We're just two different people...." Shuichi sniffed and smiled, placing a hand on her head. "I don't think we're so different." "I beg to differ." Ichigo responded with a giggle.

"I see your point..." He frowned. "Why do you have to be so hard-headed, girl?"

"That's what tou-san keeps asking me. And you know what I tell him..."

"That I got it from the original."

He thought about this for a moment. "Hey! Are you mocking me, young lady?"

"Nope! Just stating the truth."

"You really have to watch what you say to people, Ichi." He responded with a stern voice.

"Look who's talking..."

"......"

"Wasn't that mouth the reason you got kicked out by tou-san so much?"

"That doesn't matter. Didn't you come up here for something?"

"To apologize..."

"So?"

She sighed. "I'm sorry, Okaa-san. I'm being a real bitch, aren't I?"

"ICHI!"

"Well, aren't I?"

"No. You're just growing up...."

She stared at him.

"And people who grow up make mistakes—but that doesn't mean they can't learn from them."

"What if I get bitchy again?"

He laughed. "Then I guess tou-san and I will have to ship you off to one of those boot camps."

She made a face. "You're kidding, right!?" The thought horrified her.

"We'll see..."

"Oi! Shindou!" Ichigo made a face. Couldn't that creep get her name right? What a total moron? "What, Yamagasha!" "That's Yamamoto." "Right." The brown-haired boy gauged her withnlue eyes, a lecherous look in them. What a total pervert! His name was Naka Yagamata. He was a senior in her new high school. He acted as though everything he touched was gold and thought he was Kami's gift to women. The creep already had a girl friend but that didn't stop him from hitting on her. She glared him. "What do you want, you perv?" Naka looked furious but only for a moment; he slowly slid on that famous charm of his. Charm he thought worked on every girl....Every girl but her. She had a brain in her head!

Unlike the other bimbos he went out with.

"I'm gonna let that slide, and instead give you the enjoyment of my company..." He made a bow.

She rolled her eyes.

"And why would I want to do that?"

He got angry again.

Ichigo turned away to head to back into the school.

"Hey!" He grabbed her wrist. "This is the chance of a life times for you!"

She looked at her wrist, his hand around it then up at him with narrow deadly violet eyes.

"Take your hand off me before I break it, Yamamoto!" Her voice was like venom.

Naka stood their and smirked.

"I said, let go, creep!"

"Try to make me."

Ichigo narrowed her eyes more. "Okay, smart ass. You asked for it!" She pulled an expert maneuver, grabbing his arm that had her wrist and threw him to the ground with all her might; meanwhile, landing a punch square on his nose. Blood spurted everywhere! He crashed to the ground, landing on his back hard. The jerk stared there for a moment, then levered himself up, holding his bleeding nose. "Bitch." "Speak for yourself, you perv!" With that she flipped her hair and stalked back to the school. "Oh!" She paused and turned, hand on one hip, giving him one her tou-san's deadliest looks. "And the name's Uesugi! Learn it!" Ichi entered the building, radiating heat.

Keiko and Nene saw this and their eyes widened. "Come on." She urged. "Bathroom." "What's with you?" "Bathroom." She repeated. Her friends followed her, casting each other speculative glances.

When they finally made into the girl's bathroom, door locked behind them, Ichigo jumped up on the sink and crossed her legs, sailor uniform rising up on her thigh. "What a prick!" She muttered looking at her nails. "Who?" Kekio murmured, meeting her friend's eyes. "What other scumbag to you know, Keiko?" "Scumbag?" "Pervert." She shot her friend a meaningful look. It dawned of Kieko and Nene. "Oh, that scumdbag..." "Hope you set him strait." Sure did!" She examined her broken nail. "Bloodied his nose good." "Again!" "The moron grabbed my wrist! I wasn't about to let him hurt me." She huffed. "I should have given him a black eye to go with the green."

"Now, Ichigo...."

"Don't now, Ichigo, me!" She was angry now. "The guy was given better than trash like him deserves!"

"Ichi!"

"Just wait! Next time he tries that crap, he's gonna wish he'd never messed with the daughter of Eiri Yuki!"

She then practiced a Judo move on a paper towel dispenser, leaving a fist-sized dent. "HIYA!"

Her friends froze. "Jeez, she can be really scary sometimes."

"I know what you mean." Keiko responded.

Ichigo threw her opponent to the mat, a grin of victory plastering her face. "HIYAH!" The girl looked up at her with wide eyes, brushing blue hair out of her forehead. She lay there, panting. "Awesome, Ichigo!" "I agree," their Judo teacher spoke up. "Very well done, Uesugi-san." "Thank you, Sensei." She bowed deeply at her waist, her blonde hair done up in a high ponytail. The blonde reached her hand down, "Here, Cho! Let me give you a hand up!" "Thanks, Ichigo!" Cho hopped to her feet and the two opponents bowed to each other. "Very good. Who's next?' "I am." Ichigo gritted her teeth in annoyance. That voice. Damn him. The crowd parted and Naka Yamamoto strutted forward. She cursed, forgetting the creep was in the Judo Club.

He stepped onto the mat with a smug. The young man then began to crack his knuckles in joy. Yamamoto got closer to her and leaned over, whispering in her ear, "I look forward to beating you," "Dream on, creep!" Her amethyst eyes narrowed sharply, lighting with malice. "You'll pay for that." "I don't think so." "Combatants, bow!" They dropped their arms and bowed to each other at the waist. Ichigo wasn't about to drop her guard. "Don't think I'm going to go ease on you just because you're a girl!" "I wouldn't have it any other way!" she shouted back. "Haijime!" 1 She then dove in, grabbing him by arm. The little witch is gonna...

He twisted avoiding her throw. Yamamoto grabbed her shoulder an elbow and threw her roughly to the mat, pinning her. No! She thought. "YES!" "Ippon, soremade!" 2 The gym teacher announced. The blonde got up, reluctantly, her pride seriously wounded. She stepped behind the line a bowed to her opponent—who was smiling smugly. "Well, done Yamamoto-san!" Ichigo gritted her teeth, glaring at him. Damn him! He smiled as he walked past her. "Now how about you go out with me?" he whispered. "Drop dead, creep!" His face flushed scarlet. He looked angry. "You're going to regret turning me down all the time!" The creep stalked off. Keiko rushed over to her. "Ichi, are you okay?" Nene came to her other side. "We saw what happened!" She looked to her friends. "You mean besides my pride?" They nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"That creep," Nene muttered. "Just who does he think he is?"

"I'll tell you who I think he is; the biggest perv in Japan!" Ichi ground out.

Her friends back up. "Calm down, Ichigo."

"Yeah, girl."

Later that day in mathematics class, a note was passed to her along with a tap on the shoulder. She looked over her shoulder and the girl in back of her pointed to malt-brown haired boy with soulful grey eyes and a sexy smile. He waggled his fingers and lifted his eyebrows suggestively. Ichigo grinned in return and turned her head back and unfolded the note. Looking up to see where the teacher was in the lesson, Ichigo read letter carefully, a blush creeping to her cheeks. It read:

Ichigo,

Been watching you for awhile, and I like what I see. I'd love it if you would go out on a date with me.

Yuri

She blushed again and turned her head, mouthing a silent, yes. He grinned a victory grin. He took out a sheet of notebook paper and started scribbling something down on it. When Yuri was done, he folded up the paper and passed another note. Ichigo waited silently for it and felt a second tap on the shoulder. She took it over her shoulder and unfolded this one. Can I pick you up tonight? The blonde shook her head and wrote, not tonight, tomorrow would be okay. She then passed it back. "Uesugi-san? Uesugi-san?" her teacher's voice broke into her conscience. Ichi jerked her head. "Uesuig-san, have you been paying attention?" "Uh, yes." She lied. "Then come up here and do this problem on the board..." She got up uncertainly, slowly making her way to the board. "Uesugi-san, I can't wait here all day. Hurry it up." I am so toast!

"So you're really going out with Yuri tomorrow." Nene asked excitedly.

"Yeah."

"What do you think your tou-san's going to say?"

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing?" Keiko interrupted. "He's bound to say something!"

"He will do absolutely nothing, because I'm not telling him." She pivoted in place to face her friends. "And neither are you."

"And that is why..."

She sighed heavily. "Don't you see?"

They shook their heads.

"Then let me explain, if Yuri meets MY tou-san, the cold-hearted bastard novelist..."

Gasp.

"So says society. If he meets THE Eiri Yuki, tou-san will scare the poor boy away and I'll never see him again...."

"Oh, come on, Ichigo, you're exaggerating."

"Oh really? Am I?" She propped her hands on her hips. "Do you remember that American boy, Matt Dylan? Just one session of meeting my tou-san and he wouldn't even exchange correspondence with me!" She sighed. "That isn't going to happen with Yuri! I really like him..."

"Awww."

"So nobody tells, kay?"

"Kay! On our honor, Ichi!" They held up their hands.

"That's the last thing I need right now...."

They made it to her house where Ichigo said goodbye to her friends. Just as she was about to mount the steps she noticed a bright red sporty looking car. She grinned, knowing that could only be one thing. She raced up the steps and through open the door to her house. "Tadaima!"

Tohma Seguchi looked up from the place on their couch, he's been talking with tou-san.

"Oh! Uncle Tohma...."

She looked around. ":Where's Aunt Mika?"

"Oh, Ichigo....." Was all the president said with sorrow in his soft voice and tears were apparent in his cerulean eyes.

Next Chapter: A Family in Crisis

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A/N: Yeah! Finished! Hope you enjoy! Review onegai!