I slammed the apartment door, behind me, breathing heavily, and sighed in relief, my back sliding down the door. I was the only one living at my apartment, of course, because I was in an exchange program, after all. I wonder who had been taken from Oikunawa High?

"There's nothing to do." I blurted.

I slid out of my shoes and into slippers, continuing my almost religious practice of Japanese etiquette, and paced myself upstairs. It was a tiring first day after all. Remembering this, remembering that, being half shocked to death at Mr. Oukana telling off the guys passing notes in such a casual manner. Not like it'd be any different in the Big Apple, just, I thought that Japan was different.

Once I'd reached my room I sighed and glared at Ryuisho, sitting on my bed like he owned my apartment.

"Get off."

No answer. He just rolled over and yawned. His dusty gray hair seemed to make him appear duller, while his gleaming green eyes made him seem almost human.

"Get off...now?" I growled, irritated.

He seemed to smirk out of the corner of his mouth, and hopped off my bed. Just like that.

"Stupid cat," I scowled.

I plopped on my bed like a sack of potatoes, and closed my eyes, recalling my day. It felt as though I had just thrown myself into the seat of a racecar driver. Only in fast forward. My head began to spin and I opened my eyes. My vision had stopped when Soharu...

You know.

Sitting up, I held my forehead with one hand, a tear running down my face from the pain. All I wanted was for someone to give me a huge hug and kiss me on the forehead, smiling at me and saying, "Oh, Kawari. Everything's alright! Sweetheart, don't cry. I'll always be here for you."

Another tear dropped from my now red face. Another. And another. Silent tears just began pouring out, which I'd trained myself to do ever since I was younger. I figured that wailing my head off about things wasn't going to make a chance of difference.

I sniffled, and wiped my face of it's wetness with my arm. Then, I just sat there, slouched over and worn-out looking.

I fell back to my bed and stared up at the ceiling. It stared back at me with its plainness.

The phone rang. I jumped and sat upright, looking at the phone oddly.

"There was a phone in here, this whole time?" I raised an eyebrow.

Again, I stared at it, oddly and picked it up.

"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissss!" A wailing came.

"Huuh?"

"It's murder in London without you. The two bloody days that we were back home were like paradise! Now you're gone," the voice abruptly halted.

"...Sima?"

"Oh my gawwwwwwd...no. I'm the British Police. I'm here to arrest you over the bloody phone."

"Sima. Why the hell are you calling and whining to me?"

"Err...I-I didn't mean to...I just wanted to see how you're settling in!"

"I haven't been reported kidnapped on the news now, have I?"

"Shut up! Jeez, I was just askin'..."

"It's okay," I giggled. "How're you adapting to London?"

"It's so-so. You can see I've only been here how long? A two days and already I've got the accent down pat.

I'm even starting to use their damned British Humor!"

"Oy, don't be swearing! At least I am actually British when you're the one posing to be of their blood."

"Don't be tellin' me not to swear when you used to be yelled at for having the sailor's tongue around the house!"

There was a silence. Next, laughter. We conversed on the phone for a solid few hours. Sima and I had always been inseparable since birth, although he was only a friend, supposively a 'half brother'. We were only a few months apart in age, too. I don't even want to know how that was. In any case, we were the only siblings each other have had that know exactly what the other's going through, which is why we were so close.

I looked outside. It was dark, and the wind was howling against the windows. I mournfully blurted to my brother that I still had homework, as procrastinating is a favorite of mine, and that I had to get to it. He murmured, "Talk to you some other time then, aw'right? Make it soon." I nodded, although there was no way he could've seen me, and replied,

"I promise."

I quickly pressed the end call button, before I started crying again. My thoughts spilled out of my head like blood from a gash in a wound.

The first day of school really didn't go all as well as it had seemed.

I looked over at my school bag, which has just tipped over from leaning against the chair, because of all the letters that were piled inside of it.

Love letters at that! Have they no consideration for a girl's actual feelings? I'd made five enemies over the course of the day, and with my luck, soon to make a whole lot more! Last, that Soharu guy. Why did he just, waltz on in to the nurse's office like that to see me? Who the hell does he think he is? Does he really think that I have some insane school girl crush on him, just because he really IS all that! Does he think that he can ever replace--

My thoughts trailed off, as I looked down at the phone, which had entered that number that I had dialed so many times before. My thumb sat on the dial button.

I sighed and looked out the window. The city lights gleamed lively through the starry night skies. Tokyo tower sat there, looking down at all the people in the city, bustling about their own busy lives. Keeping on their own schedules, returning home to their loved ones at the end of the day. There were people smiling and laughing, college students taking pictures for souvenirs when they'd return back home, pulling out the picture again someday and remembering old times. There sat a couple under a light in the park. The man smiled at the woman, both looking so in love with each other. They both got up from the bench and faced towards one another, the man soon kneeling in front of her, offering something to her. A tiny glint formed in my eye, as the tear that had reflected it fell down my face, I turned away. It wasn't like me to cry this much.

Ryuisho looked back at me, now next to me on my bed. I smiled back at him, trying not to seem as though something were wrong. Trying to make him feel alright, too. He meowed and jumped up onto my lap. I hugged him and then looked at him again. His eyes, although sharp and alert, seemed to have so much feeling of home within them. I pet him and then sat him back on the floor again.

I got up from my bed and got ready for bed. I changed into my pajamas and turned off the light, finding myself snuggled up within my familiar bed sheets from home. Looking up to the ceiling again, I fondly remembered all the faces I'd met only today.

"Today...really wasn't all that bad. I'm just--tired. Yeah. That's all."

I closed my eyes and drifted off.

Aww…! This chapter was so much fun to write! I put a lot of thought into the phone conversation…Really…I did… Anyway, though. It's 12:34 and no longer the Summer months, which was when I'd last written a chapter of Blackout. I've recently decided to add to it though, editing the plot around a tad. I hope that you're all enjoying it so far, though! Love to my fans! And damn the school system for forcing my mom to wake me up for school so early! Ick.

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See you in Chapter 6!

Update, as of June 27th, 2006:

I'm FINALLY working on chapter six, after not touching this fanfic for so long. I miss it! So, expect it to be up sometime in July! Thanks for reading!