And She Smiled

Pt.3

Disclaimer: nothing is mine.

"So anyway," Kitsune pried at Keitaro "What exactly WAS that dream of yours about?"

"It's nothing, trust me. You wouldn't wanna know… er… I don't want you to know." The boy replied. He didn't like that she wouldn't let it go. It was just a stupid dream. After breakfast that morning, everyone had been asking. It wasn't like them. Even Konoko was interested. Shinobu was still crying in her room as far as Keitaro knew.

"Oooh, Kei-kun!" came a familiar voice from out of the kitchen where he sat pondering.

"Aww, crap." He said to himself over his steaming cup of tea. He'd forgotten all about Mutsumi, seeing as she'd been out doing God knows what all morning. Faintly in the distant reaches of his mind, the sound of a wire snapping could be heard.

"Kei-kun, there you are!" she squealed. She had a grocery bag in her hands. "I heard from Motoko that-"

"I know what you heard from Motoko! I know what you've heard from ALL the girls in this dorm! Listen, I don't care! It was a dream! Leave me alone!" he shouted, cutting her off midsentence. An awkward silence passed. Then, the bag of food crashed to the floor. She slapped him. Hard. She started crying, and Urishima knew he'd made a mistake.

"Oh, I sure hope Kei-kun likes these…" Mutsumi murmured to herself as she walked from the van to the Hinata. She had been out all morning looking for just the right meal for Keitaro. All the sudden, Motoko ran up to her. She looked excited, that was a first.

"Guess what! We're taking a trip to Kyoto this weekend!" She sounded like a little schoolgirl. Mutsumi's face lit up.

"Great! That's awesome. I gotta go tell Keitaro."

"Urishima's in the kitchen!" Motoko hollered after the woman as she raced to the house. Sighing, she continued the sweeping she was doing before she heard the news.

So there they are. An awkward boy who's had enough and an innocent girl who just tried to bring good news.

"Mutsumi, I-"

" I don't want to hear it, Keitaro!" she screamed, tears forming rivers on her cheeks and staining her shirt. In the midst of all this, the young man thought she looked kinda cute.

You freaking retard! What have you done now? I bet she wasn't even gonna say anything about it, she did just get home after all. That was all he could think to himself. He was ashamed beyond ashamed, mostly because of thinking she was cute in a time like this. She started to run out of the room, when she stepped on an apple and fell to the floor. She sat up on her hands and knees, shuddering. Tears and blood now mixed on the floor like water and oil. She stood straight up and ran away.

"Smooth, Onii-chan. Real smooth." Came the cold voice from behind him.

"Where did you come from?!" Keitaro whirled around to face his sister, who had been drinking her sweet sake the whole time.

"It doesn't matter. The point is you've just blown something way out of proportion."

"You think I don't know that?" he retorted. This was getting old. Fast.

"I'm not saying that you don't, just that you need to fix it NOW. The poor girl was only going to tell you about the trip to Kyoto we're going on." She nodded to herself and took a sip of sake.

"How come I'm the last to know these things, dammit?!" He yelled at nobody in particular. Then he sat his cup down on the floor and ran in the general direction that Mutsumi had gone

sigh

I tried to make the chapter longer than the others, but I still think it's pretty good… R&R!