*ᦓᥴ ᥅ ꪖꪻᥴꫝ*
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐨,
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.
𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬!
𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐚-𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐮-𝐬𝐚𝐧? 𝐍𝐢𝐢-𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.
𝐃̶𝐨̶ ̶𝐲̶𝐨̶𝐮̶ ̶𝐦̶𝐢̶𝐬̶𝐬̶ ̶𝐭̶𝐡̶𝐞̶𝐦̶ ̶𝐭̶𝐨̶𝐨̶?
She crossed out that last part.
𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦.
𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐟!
*ᦓᥴ ᥅ ꪖꪻᥴꫝ*
(𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞... 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?)
*ᦓᥴ ᥅ ꪖꪻᥴꫝ*
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!
*ʂƈཞąɬƈɧ*
She cocked her head, wondering where the funny noises were developing from.
Her eyes eventually landed on the big opened windows from the barren corridors, where the moonlight shone quietly at what laid at the end of her house.
*ₛcᵣₐₜcₕ*
*sᶜᴿᴬᵀᶜᴴ*
*ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰ*
Her footsteps echoed across the hallway, and instead of the racket becoming louder as she got closer... It would get smaller, and smaller.
Taking another step forward, she finally arrived at her destination, and was left puzzled.
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She didn't recall leaving the bathroom door slightly open, let alone coming to the toilet earlier.
She reached for the doorknob to go inside—
"Oh!"
Sounds of something sharp scraping across a glassy surface grated her ears.
And a girl with black hair covering her face greeted her.
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She entered.
Accompanying the girl was the source of the noises, yowling at the mirror.
"Silly Kuro!" She chirped as she tied her mess into twintails, adorning them with her rosy bow to finish the look. "That's your reflection."
Onyx irises gleamed back.
𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞!
𝐎𝐣𝐢𝐢-𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
𝐌𝐲 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐢-𝐬𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮!
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𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐢.
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐨𝐨.
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝,
𝚄𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚑𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚘.
･ ｡ﾟ: *.ฅ ฅ .* :.｡ﾟ･
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Sachiko's right.
She's not alone.
If she had paid more attention that day, she would have realized that Kuro wasn't hissing at his reflection.
A/N
Kazoku means "family".