Kawa cautiously stepped from behind a huge pillar, arms laced together behind her back.
" Yo," she said shortly, and four of the people in the room turned to drink her in.
She wore low slung faded jeans with rips and tears in the legs that rested a few inches past the front of her dark rose colored tee shirt. Her long, hip length chocolate hair was braided and slung over her slouched profile. Crystallized eyes looked out darkly, telling the world she would rather be dead than their examination toy.
" Kawatta, meet the Reikai Tantei, a team of highly appraised fighter I put to—" At this point, Kawa chose to sneeze very loudly, making two of the four snicker loudly, and two of them to smirk.
" Sorry, Prince Diaper, allergies," she said in a voice that was not made for apologies.
" Well, I would appreciate it if you could at least make an attempt to listen to my plans for your life!" Koenma came close to shouting.
" You should have some chairs in here. A corpse's legs could get cramps from standing," Kawa mused, tapping her chin.
" Well, you seem to have come to terms with your death." The smirking inquirer was a tall, feminine teenage…boy, she hoped. He wore his long ruby hair down, and his eyes showed immense wisdom a seventeenyear old should not possess.
" Why shouldn't I have, I mean, it was self-mutilation that brought it upon me." Kawa held up her arms and turned them slightly so they all could see the gruesome, life-draining slashes across her wrists.
" Kawa, you will move in with Kurama, under the pretense that you are his cousin, and your parents have recently died. His mother, Shiori's memory will be adapted to believe that. With the consent of Kurama, of course," the toddler added as Kurama's emerald eyes flashed golden.
" Yes, that's all well and cheery, but, we've got a little problem with that bastard still in my house," Kawa spat, eyes gleaming with pure hatred.
" He now has no recollection of ever having another daughter, besides Nene. All he knows is your mother died of lung cancer, and your sister was in a car crash two years ago," Koenma explained, looking thoroughly pleased with his explanation.
Kawa turned to glare at Kurama with a critical eye, and shoved her hand right out at him, startling him. " Nice to meet you, cousin," she said after a moment of close examination.
" Good luck, Kurama,' Yuusuke muttered, and Kawa's hand shot up.
" Um, yes, Kawa?" Koenma said, fearful for the girl's sanity.
" Can I punch him?" she requested loudly.
" YES!" almost everyone shouted, and Yuusuke's jaw dropped open, just in time to be hit by Kawa's fist.
" This could be the start of a beautiful relationship," a boy with curly orange hair and a squashed-pug face sighed, slinging an arm around Kawa's shoulder.
" Get off of me."
" Oh, dear!" a middle-aged woman cried out sorrowfully, embracing Kawa tightly.
Kurama had taken Kawa past her house only an hour ago to pick her items up, and guided her back to his own home, a very niceplace in the Meiou School district.
" Er, Konnichi-wa, Aunt Shiori," she said awkwardly, returning the hug to the woman.
" Now, Kawatta, you don't have to restart school for a few days if you don't want to, and Suuichi here can stay home with you, and I tried to take off a little while, because Kami knows you could use some company in the house, and I'm blabbering, aren't I?" she blushed, and Kawa smiled at the polite, sweet woman.
" That's okay, Aunt Shiori, I'll be fine." She set her button and patch covered messenger bag on the ground in the living room, and took a quick look around.
The room was decorated in various shades of blues, emeralds, and reds, and looked quaint, and lived-in. The couch to her right had a burghandy blanket draped across it's jade back, and a redloveseat sat on the wall beside a staircase. An un-used fireplace held captured memories above it's mantel, each showing only four people; Kurama, at various ages, a small boy who Kawa assumed to be Suuichi's stepbrother, a middle aged, happy, smiling man hugging Shiori, and...herself.
She gasped involuntarily, and walked over, tracing her fingers over the images, eyes wide in wonder. They were her, alright, and her sister, and her okaa-san. But they weren't fake. She remembered the times the shots had been captured.
The first time she had fallen off a bike, and broken her arm...the time when Nene had been caught making out in the bushes and Kawa had snatched up her camera before the boy had left...a family vacation in Osaka...Nene's prom night, when Kawa had acted as her date...She remembered them all. She felt arms embrace her, and Shiori whispered in her ear," I could never forget my family."
Sutaru: So?
Hiei: I will admit, thatspark of stupidity in you is slowly fading. But you still suck.
Sutaru: Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me! Review, my darklings, or recieve another chapter, you shall not.
Yoda: Make fun of me, do you?
Sutaru:...yes?
Please stand by while Sutaru gets her ass kicked by an old, one foot tall greeen toad, and Hiei cheers him on.
Hiei: I can't believe I'm saying this, but, review so I can watch Yoda beat her up again.
Sutaru: O.O Help me.
