Aquamarine Kitten: Konnichiwa minna-san! Gomen that I haven't updated in forever, but aren't you all happy to hear from your most favorite-est authoress ever? smiles and waits patiently: hears crickets chirping all around her Well fine! Be that way! But do you know what would make me happier? R(ead) and R(eview) of course, and for you to check out my sister Itzika's fics! That is if you like Yu Yu Hakusho, yaoi/yuri (more like shoujo-ai, shounen-ai) and…I think it's called Black Cat? She's really awesome, and an amazing writer :)
Itzika: So are you, imoto-chan. from behind Aquamarine Kitten
A.M.K: AAAHH! Onee-chan, don't DO that!
Itz: Hee hee. hugs Aquamarine Kitten
A.M.K: Hidoi yo! Hmph! goes to other side of room
Itz: sad face imoto-chaaan…
A.M.K:…slowly turns around Ack! Nooo! Not the sad face! Onegai, minna-san, review so I can gain some semblance of immunity to the horrible evilness of the sad face! Or as my friend J.G. says, so I can no longer be 'mune' to it.
Itz: I'll never stop! Never!
A.M.K: Then my reviewers shall assist me! Beware their power!
Itz: Oh I'm SO scared…
A.M.K: Fine then…smirks I'll just tell them not to check out your fics! Hee hee for me!
Itz: Imoto-chan…now YOU'RE being the mean one.
Chapter 3: School Days for Kuki-chan
THREE YEARS LATER…
"Kuki-chan! Get down here now! You don't want to be late for your first day of fifth grade, do you?" The said Kuki started, jumping three feet in the air and nearly hitting her head on the ceiling.
"Hai Okaa-san! Be down in 10!" She smirked. Five minutes to get dressed…the other five to torment her annoying imoto-chan! She walked to her closet. What to wear today?
Ooo! What about that adorable outfit Okaa-san bought her that one day? Technically a cleaner, newer version of something similar to what she already had but hey, it was new right? She quickly slipped it on. Inspecting herself in the full-length mirror on the other side of her room, she nodded in satisfaction.
The outfit actually fit her well, considering that Okaa-san had gotten it for her over a year ago, judging by the size on the tag in the back. Wasn't she one size bigger than that? She must not have grown at all over the summer…then again; most girls didn't hit their growth spurts until around thirteen or fourteen. And she was what? Ten? Oh yes, she should've grown SO much. But her parent's weren't that tall so she'd have to live with it…that is until she DID hit her growth spurt…mwahaha! She had to start getting used to thinking in English if she was ever going to speak it well, let alone be able to understand lessons in a foreign language. English was so difficult!
And Okaa-san had also said that she would be required to take another foreign language by the school, even when she was already learning English as a second language. Wasn't the point of taking a second language in school to make the students know more than one language? It just wasn't fair!
How was she supposed to cope with learning Spanish or French when she was learning English already? And neither of the two language had anything to do with Japanese! Or anything to do with the kanji, for that matter. At least English, French, and Spanish were all written in the same way. If they weren't, her brain would surely explode. Ok so the average human only used two percent of their brain. Or was it twenty? Anyway, it was completely beside the point!
She spun around, admiring the effect of her green pleated skirt as it swirled around her knees. It was her old school uniform's skirt with a few…adjustments. Along with adding a pocket on the upper right side of it (complete with an embroidered rose on the pocket flap) her Okaa-san had taken the hem down to allow for more decency, claiming that her legs had grown longer. Obviously, she was scared of 'naughty American boys' and that they would be indecent.
Thankfully, her shirt wasn't the same one as her uniform's. To be honest, she had always found its matching shirt to be slightly dorky, what with the whole collar and huge bow thing going on. Dorky would be the last word that came to mind to describe the shirt she was wearing right now, though. She was currently wearing an off-white polo shirt. Okaa-san had been kind enough to embroider yet another rose on the single right-breast pocket. Roses had always been both hers and her mother's favorite flower: her mother because it was the first flower that Mr. Sanban ever gave her, and Kuki's because her mother liked it. And being the romantic type, how was she not to fall for the most romantic flower of them all?
Once she picked up her backpack from the corner of her room, she would be all set for her first day of fifth grade! Unless you counted her unkempt 'bed-head' hair and her horrid morning breath, she was ready! Quickly brushing her teeth and finger-combing her hair, she realized something was missing. The most important accessory of all: earrings.
She walked over to her vanity and opened her jewelry box. Those rose earrings her grandpa got her for her birthday would be perfect! After hurriedly running a brush though her back-length raven hair and placing a green headband on her head, she smiled at her reflection. She looked fantastic, even to herself: though her obsidian eyes were wide with what looked like fear, she was biting on her lip so hard that she tasted blood, and she was sure that she was about to puke, her stomach felt so queasy. But she wasn't scared, not at all!
This was her first year going to school in the United States, but three-year-old Mushi-chan wouldn't be going to school because she was 'too young' for pre-school. Her mother wasn't quite ready to send her little baby off to school in a foreign country yet. Lucky little sneak. She was smart, Kuki had seen it when she had been able to read a twelve-page storybook by herself a few nights ago. When she was Mushi's age, she was still getting the hang of talking, and hadn't touched a book until age four. Oh well, she could torment Mushi if she ever wanted help with her homework! Maybe she didn't have to even wait that long. She could smell pancakes from the kitchen on the floor below her. Imoto-chan loved pancakes, almost as much as she loved her Rainbow Monkeys: if she, the evil and sneaky Kuki Sanban could eat enough, and leave only ONE for Mushi, she would be getting even for the time that she made fun of her First Ever Rainbow Monkey! Haha…With that happy thought in mind, she skipped down to breakfast.
