Disclaimer - You know what? I could just put a standard but, no! I have to be original! (FY not mine)


Chapter Three - Drift

"..Prefecture." A short figure pushed themself off the seat of the slightly empty subway car. Dressed in a long, furry, black coat the reached their knees, black tights and black ankle boots, the figure's face couldn't be seen, as the hood was pulled over their head to protect them from the cold weather of late November. The train stopped moving as the lights around the doors flashed before they opened. The figure stepped out, and smiled slightly as they surveyed the station.

"Hmm... This is pretty empty for even a work day," they murmured as they headed towards the exit.

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"And for the week's end's weather patterns. Over the northern prefectures, snow is most prominent. More to the west..." The television buzzed, filling the place with noise. In the kitchen, Ayuru stood in a pair of lounge pants in front of the stove, cooking instant noodles. He walked around pulling out a bowl and some chopsticks. Picking the saucer off the stove, he poured the meal into the bowl and dropped the pot in the sink as he walked over to his great room. Plopping onto the leather couches, the blonde ate the meal at he channel surfed. His eyes stared disinterestedly at the screen as characters of a popular anime danced across the screen. Sighing, he shut off the box, and walked over to kitchen leaving his bowl in the sink, as he continued to his room.

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The figure pulled out a key loop filled with various charms, anime characters, and what not. Sliding one of the few keys into the keyhole, they entered the suite. Closing the door, the figure leaned against it as they surveyed the apartment before them. From their vantage point, they looked in the great room, a stylishly decked room with a great view over the city, furnished by white leather couches and glass tables. A plasma screen television hung on one of the walls. To their right was an entry into the large kitchen, whose lights were still on. Kicking off their shoes, they entered the room, staring at the layout. White marbles top with cherry wood and stainless steel appliances. There was a window looking into great which was positioned above a small table covered with letters and magazines. Against the wall was a built in bench. A pot and a bowl lay in the sink.

"Instant noodles? Some things never changes." Sighing, the figure headed into the hallway behind the kitchen. From where they stood, the apartment separated into two parts at the great room. One side was dark, untouched, the other more lived in. The figure then threw off their coat revealing a short, slim girl dressed in long black cargo shorts and a baby-blue, turtle-neck sweater. Walking back to the front door, they opened the mirror covered, sliding, closet door, and hung the black coat. Sighing, the girl flicked her extremely long, blonde bangs over her shoulder. Walking into kitchen again, she opened the fridge to find some thing to eat. Raising an eyebrow, she stared at the practically empty fridge. "Gi Ayuru," she growled as she stalked over to the closet. Pulling out her coat, she ripped open the door and stomped out as she threw on the coat.

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Ayuru groaned as light hit his face. Turning over, he buried himself into the pillows. It was too early, too damn early for the sun to be shining. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Cursing heavily, he threw off the comforter and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He finally opened a pair a blearily seiren eyes to stare at his windows. The sun was streaming through the light curtains and dancing over his walls. Sighing, he pushed himself off the extremely soft, king-size bed and trudged into the bathroom.

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The petite blonde yawned as she pushed herself out of the awkward position she had slept in. She opened her baby blue eyes to inspect the dent her head had made in the armrest of the couch.

"Ugghh. I'm never sleeping on the couch again. Not matter how much I love Miyazaki," she muttered as she got of the couch and headed for the bathroom, rubbing her nose.

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Ayuru stepped into the hall, dressed in only his slacks. He needed coffee, black coffee. Strong and bitter. Yawning, he walked rubbing his eyes, trying to wake up.

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The girl trudged through the hall, working out the nicks in her shoulders and back. She rolled her shoulders forward and winced as loud cracks resonated in the air. She needed a massage, and maybe some coffee, black coffee. Strong and bitter. She needed to -----

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Ayuru rubbed his temples. This is was all Taria's fault, he finally concluded. She screwed up his whole routine. If it wasn't for her, he might've -----

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"IIIITTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Ayuru stared down at the girl who had run into him. His eyes practically popped out of their sockets as he recognized the petite blonde.

"Ayuru-chan!" The eight year old boy waved goodbye to his friends as he ran over to his mother. The woman smiled down at her son, her prince. In her arms was a small sleeping bundle.

"Hai, Kaachan?"

"Chibi-chan has fallen asleep. Shall we go home now?" The boy thought for a moment, a serious look covering his features. He nodded then and took his mother's hand, leading her home.

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"Chibi." Ayuru nudged the small bundle as he watched his mother make tea. The sun was now coming in full storm from the great room windows, and his mother loved to sit and bask in the sun.

"Ayuru-chan. Don't bother her. Let her sleep." Ayuru smiled at his mother, waving off her words.

"I'm not bothering her," the boy murmured as he watched the small bundle stretch and open her eyes. He smiled, staring down in sparkling baby blue orbs. The tall woman watched as her son reached over and picked up his little sister, cradling the small child in his arms. She smiled as he bounced her carefully, laughing and talking with her. Angels, she decided then. They looked like angels.

"Imouto..." The girl looked up at the tall blonde and then tackled him. Ayuru's lips spread into a smile as he wrapped his arms around the girl. "Imouto!" She laughed, hugging him tightly, her baby blue eyes sparkling.

"Tadaima, Niichan."

"Okaeri Yui-chan."


(A/N): Ahh... short and cruel... Bite me. 'grins' Anyway, Ayuru has a little sister -- Yui!

Frankly, I just love these two, and I personally think they would look great as brother and sister. They're so alike in thought and feeling. It's perfect.

So, yes, this is short (my beta-reader is going to hate me...), but I think that's a good place to leave it off. Well, off to do finish my entry for the may challenge!

Ja! And REVIEW!