It has been a week now, since Fuuta's birthday. Fuuta still had the bruise on his knee, but it didn't hurt anymore. There were four more days left of summer, until the first day of school. It seemed as if the summer had flown by with the blink of an eye. Mekiya was now entering high school, and as for Fuuta; he was going into seventh grade.
On the third day, Fuuta and Mekiya went to the store to shop for school supplies and buy their school uniforms. Mekiya hated the freshmen uniform. She hated all the school uniforms with short skirts.
"It's like these skirts could fit a kindergarten! That's how short they are!" Mekiya blushed and looked to the side angrily.
"Oh, come now." Mekiya's mother, Kagome, said. "The uniforms are a requirement. Even Fuuta's school is required to have them."
Mekiya lowered her voice. "My school memory will be of how goofy I looked in the school's uniforms." Mekiya closed her eyes and blushed harder.
Just then Fuuta popped his head in the women's department.
"Mom? Mekiya?" He looked around.
"Over here, honey," Mother said, still looking at Mekiya's uniform. "Now, is it to small?"
"No, Mom… It's not too small. The dam—" Mekiya began, but stopped. "Ugh! Never mind, its fine…"
Fuuta walked up to Kagome and showed her the school uniform.
"Okay, is this the right size?" she asked.
"Well, I dunno," Fuuta said with a blank look on his face.
"Fuuta, go try it on!" She pointed to a dressing room a few feet away from them, and pushed him forward. "Tell me if it fits or not."
She turned to look at Mekiya and was surprised to find that the dressing room door was closed and Mekiya was already changing back. She came out a few minutes later in her normal clothes; dark baggy jeans and a dark green shirt. She stuck her hands in her pockets and blew a piece of wandering hair from her face.
It was Fuuta's turn. He came out looking like a little boy, with his uniform on. His bangs covered up his expression, and he seemed embarrassed. With his hands jammed into his pants pockets, he didn't say a word.
"Oh, that looks lovely!" Kagome began. "Now is it the right size? You'll probably grow out of it before the year ends. Maybe it's best we buy a bigger size, just in case."
The truth was, Fuuta was smaller then a lot of boys in his class. That's why older kids pick on him. Fuuta wasn't all that short, but he wasn't as tall as some of the other boys. He was defiantly skinny, but that kind of ran in the family.
Fuuta continued to frown and blush as his mother examined his uniform. She brought him to the boys' department and began looking for a size bigger. Mekiya decided to get some fresh air. She walked to the exit of the mall and stood outside, with her back against the building.
"Phew…" She looked to the side and mumbled to herself. "I hate shopping for school uniforms."
That night, Mekiya couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about blood. The day she clawed the boy with her bare claws, outside the supermarket, was almost unforgettable. The blood on her claws, that day. The blood; dripping from her hand. That's all she could think about.When she finally gave up trying, Mekiya got out of bed. She glanced at her clock, which read 12:42 pm. Mekiya opened the door to her room, only to find a dark hallway. She found that the kitchen light was on.
"Who could be up at this time of the night?" Mekiya thought.
She went in, only to find Fuuta sitting at the kitchen table with his head rested on his hand. He looked up at her.
"What are you doing at this time of night?" Mekiya asked in a hushed tone.
"I was going to ask the same," he replied.
"I… couldn't sleep," She got a glass out and walked over to the fridge. "What's your excuse?"
"Couldn't sleep either, and I got a little hungry."
"What did you eat?" Mekiya was surprised to find neither plate nor crumbs on the table.
"I'm micro-waving a glass of milk"
Mekiya got out the milk and poured it half way into the glass.
"Want me to heat yours too?" offered Fuuta.
"No thanks…" Mekiya gulped down the milk and washed the glass under the sink.
The microwave 'dinged' and Fuuta walked over to it. He had only half a glass of milk and gulped it down, just like how Mekiya did.
Mekiya smiled and rustled his smooth silver hair.
"We should get to bed. School starts in just a few days," She stopped, and felt how warm Fuuta's head was, compared to her cold hands.
"Your hands are cold!" Fuuta teased.
Mekiya frowned, not at Fuuta's remark, but at herself.
"Mekiya? Is everything alright? You seem troubled." Fuuta didn't like the expression that came across his sister's face.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking. Good Night." She walked back over to her room and closed the door behind her.
On the first day of school, Mekiya woke up to a sunny morning. It was seven o'clock in the morning.
"I didn't think it could get any worst, but I think it just did" Mekiya groaned to herself.
The start of school always made Mekiya feel uncomfortable.
"As if life itself isn't hart enough, let's add school," Mekiya thought.
She slowly got out of bed and walked out into the hallway. Where noticed that Fuuta's bedroom door was opened. He was already awake. Mekiya continued dragging herself to the bathroom. She came out ten minutes later, completely awake with her hair combed straight, her face washed and teeth brushed cleanly. She sniffed the air and followed the sweet smell of breakfast into the kitchen. There, Fuuta was eating a bowl of cereal he had prepared for himself. Next to him was another bowl with dry cereal. He looked up from his cereal bowl to greet Mekiya.
"Good Morning Mekiya." He said cheerfully.
"Why…Is he so happy? Doesn't he know? "Mekiya thought. "I…guess not."
Mekiya sat down next to him and ate her breakfast in silence.
On the way to school Fuuta was looking down at the sidewalk kicking a small rock as he walked.
"Mekiya… what do you think my school will be like this year?" He asked.
"What do you mean?"
He looked up at her. "Well… You know how people treat us different. Treat…" Fuuta didn't finish and resumed looking down at the sidewalk.
"… Half-breeds like us?" Mekiya finished.
Fuuta seemed to grow a sad look on his face as Mekiya said.
"Yeah…" Fuuta agreed.
"Well honestly, I don't know. Let's just try to get through the school year without having to go through any trouble." She stopped at the corner of the sidewalk. It was another block from Fuuta's school. "I'll come by and pick you up after school. Try not to get into any trouble in the mean time."
Fuuta nodded. Mekiya turned to the other sidewalk that connected the corner and headed for her high school. She, too, thought about what lay ahead of her.
Fuuta arrived at his middle school and was introduced to all his teachers. All the students got a chance to go to their new assigned lockers that were on the second floor of their 4 story building school.
As for Mekiya; all the freshmen and newcomers had to report to the gym for announcements. Mekiya entered the gym, as crowds and crowds of people followed in. After everyone was seated, the principle announced his welcomes and introduction. Mekiya stood quietly, her arms crossed and her back against the wall. She looked around and found several other students standing, since there was a lack of seats.
Mekiya looked away from them.
"It's another school year…" she sighed and looked up once again.
Authors Note: ((Alrighty! I think I'll end that chapter right there!.. Sorry it's not much, but you'll just have to read the next chapter for more!))