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Chapter 2 : Me, Yuzu and the Clothes Peg

Kon's POV

The revolutions of the machine are making me extremely dizzy. I wonder if it was just my imagination or is the spinning getting more and more violent as time goes by. I shut my eyes to alleviate the effects but I soon find my active imagination taking me away to the Heaven of Big Boobs instead. The woozy feeling is now a thing of the past! There is nothing to worry about except for all those squealing girls who are waiting for me to catch them.

Yuzu's POV

'Onii-chan is really too old to be wetting his bed! Mou…he should learn to control himself…' I thought to myself as I struggled to relieve Onii-chan's bed of its bedspread. I cringe as a whiff of odour trailed into the air after the flap of the bedspread tumbled out from its position under the mattress. Quickly tossing it into the laundry basket outside, I reached for the can of air-freshener sitting casually on Onii-chan's desk. Depressing the top, I waved the aerosol can around the room, determined to make sure that I did not miss a spot of the room. The mist of air-freshener evaporated in the wake of the can.

Satisfied, I put the can down and took a deep breath. I gasped and gagged when the so-called treated air made its passageway through my olfactory senses. The lemony smell of the air-freshener and the nauseous odour has intermingled. In my opinion, the product of their collision is poisonous enough to murder a metropolis city. It was a waste of air-freshener and kilojoules to painstakingly spray such a generous amount of it around the room since the air-freshener itself did little to help the situation.

I rushed to the window and flung it open. The breath of fresh air was sweet and revitalizing. I stood at the sill, slowly taking my time to recuperate from that near-death experience. Besides, the light touch of cool breeze on my skin was a sharp change to the stale air circulating in Onii-chan's room.

'Oh yeah…this is Onii-chan's room…Onii-chan left for his trip early this morning…'

"Wonder how Onii-chan's doing on his trip…I miss you…please come back soon…"I voiced out my concern and my plea to the imaginary image of Onii-chan floating outside the window. The pang of loneliness and emptiness had surreptitiously swelled up within me when I thought of the owner of the room I am currently standing in. I suddenly realized Onii-chan's present absence is creating a bigger hole in my world than I have ever thought. Without a warning the tears started to flow. I was sniffing pitifully when I remembered Karin's words last June. They were sharp and blunt but it is the truth.

'Stop it, Yuzu! Don't you get tired of crying year after year? This year we are going to be eleven already…almost adults…so act like one…'Karin's voice came ringing at my ears.

I fought back the tears and put on my most cheerful smile. "Onii-chan, enjoy your trip…dun worry about us…we'll be fine without you…you deserve to enjoy this trip without the worries!" I said between the subsiding sobs.

Wiping the last traces of tears, I turn around to face the interior of the room. I must have stood there for quite a while since the quality of the air in the room has improved deeply. Bursting with energy, I enthusiastically proceeded to vacuum the floor, dust the desk, polish Onii-chan's red electric guitar, rearrange the books on his shelf, put on fresh new bedspread and gave the toilet a thorough scrub.

'Oh no…the laundry…'

I clambered onto my feet from where I sat on the floor. I ignored the exhaustion screaming from my tiny body and ran down the stairs.

'I'm going to do my best for everyone's sake, Okaasan!'

A few minutes later, the clothes are all neatly hung out to dry under the morning sun. Only Onii-chan's stuffed teddy bear is left in the basket. I carefully lifted it up and cautiously brought it to my nose once again. It now emanates the flowery scent of detergent. Beaming with pride at this new development, I clipped it by its ears on the clothes line. I do not want Oniichan to return to find his favourite teddy bear had turned mouldy because I did not dry it properly.

Kon's POV

"Iiiiiitttttttttttttaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…………." I screamed out. I was jolted out of my beautiful dream by this torturous pain in my ears. I fumbled at the tips of my ears to find the source of the pain.

'What is this?'

To my horror, I found my ears are clipped tightly by two pairs of wooden pegs. Thanks to my own clumsiness, I accidentally pushed the peg on my left ear a little too hard. The peg attached to the ear bended a few degrees behind before displaying small oscillations on the clothes line.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………………….." tears streamed down my flat cheeks. The pain rose with each frequency of oscillation. Finally the peg came to a halt, compliments of air resistance. After experiencing first hand of being clipped and partially folded, I flinched at the thought of being an origami paper in the process of being folded full-scale into a crane.