Chapter 4a: House of Memories

Still laughing, I dragged Hana with me to my house. When we reached the gate he stiffened, I looked at him and saw that he was shocked. I sighed then shook my head when I saw his face.

My house really had that effect on people huh? I looked at my house, -or should I say mansion? - and scrutinize it. It's a bit big compared to the average Japanese house; it is composed of ten rooms with bathrooms attach to it. The garage held three brand new cars, a motor and my pink bicycle.

Suddenly I felt him withdrawing his hand from mine. He took a step back. Thank Kami that before he could turn back and run, I quickly grasp his arms. "Where do you think you're going, Do'aho?" I ask him with one eyebrow up.

"Home…" he mumbled.

"It's raining heavily; you'll catch a cold if you stay in the rain a little longer," and before he could protest I yanked him on the house, pushing the big gate open.

I went in my room as quickly as I can to get a change of clothes for him, while I change my wet clothes too. I left him at the living room because he refused to come up with me saying something along the lines of "I'm wet, I don't want to mar your carpet."

Such a Do'aho, really.

When I went down again, I notice him looking at the interiors of the house. I handed him my clothes and he took it with a blush. Strangely enough, before I could tell him where he could change he went to a bathroom on the kitchen.

I frowned, something was amiss here.

"You live here Kitsune?" he finally asked softly, when he emerged from the bathroom. He looks like he took a quick shower too, based from the smell of soap emitting from his perfect body.

I snorted. Isn't it obvious? But seeing that he's not entirely comfortable, I nodded.

"Your parents bought this house?" he asked again while he dried his hair using a towel from the bathroom.

I frowned how did he find out? But again I nodded before adding "5 years ago."

He smiled slightly, albeit a bid sadly, "so it was you people," he whispered before walking to the living room again.

"What do you mean it was us?" I asked.

But he didn't answer. He walked directly at the stairs and in the process of going up when he remembered something, "You mind?" he asked me.

I shook my head, and followed him upstairs.

He walked along the corridor at the second floor, as if he was on a dream, when he suddenly stopped in front of a door. "Whose room is this?"

"Mine." I answered.

"You mind?" he asked again but before I could answer he already opened the door and walked around it.

He looked at the furniture with something like surprise and touching it like if he was on a trance. "You didn't change anything have you?" he asked me, awed, while looking at the old and faded posters of animes and rock bands on the wall.

"I like it." I said defensively. How the hell did he knows this stuff?

I looked up and saw him walking to the balcony where the rain is till pouring heavily and touch the glass pane on the door ever so gently. He turned to me and said "did you know that this was my room?"

I looked at him, shocked registering on my eyes.

"This was our house before…"

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Notes: Ahhhhh! Don't kill me guys, I know this was short. Too short in fact. I decided that since it may take a while before I update this again I might as well put up the first half right? So don't kill me yet! Wahhhh! I still want to finish all my fics!