Family
Christmas
Old Fiat
A/N: 'MY LIFE'-verse!! Also using Sadaharu as opposed to Inui, he's kinda OOC-ish in this chapter…
Sadaharu's Family:
Chifumi—eldest sister,
21
Aina—second to eldest sister, 20
Aino—(Aina's
twin)
Sarina—second to youngest sister, 18
Tsuzune—youngest
sister, 17
Sadaharu—youngest (only) boy,
15
Mari—mum
Tatsuya—dad
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The Inuis
"So you're going to be home for Christmas,
dad?"
"Yep, I promise."
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"Sadaharu!" called
Aina up the stairs. Her short, spiky hair was messy from sleeping and
her thin, wire framed glasses slid towards the end of her nose.
"Sadaharu!"
Sadaharu turned over in
bed and pulled the covers up over his head.
"Wake up you bum!" shouted Aino, her long ponytail bobbed
as she stamped her foot. "It's Christmas!"
His eyes snapped open under the covers. He tossed them off
grabbed his glasses and pounded down the stairs. He ran past Aino and
Aina and into the kitchen. He slid on the tiles, but caught himself
before he ran into the doorway. But the only people in the living
room were his mum and his older sisters, Chifumi, Tsuzune, and
Sarina.
Sadaharu stood there,
his shoulders slumped, his eyes turned downwards, and he felt a wave
of disappointment wash over him. He lied, he thought, his
hands forming loose fists.
"Sadaharu," said his mum. "I'm
sorry, your father called. The flights leaving his airport were all
canceled because of the weather and his cell phone died before I
could hear when he was coming."
He nodded. He had heard the story before. He had done the mathematics; 12 percent chance he would actually come home, but Sadaharu had wanted to ignore the numbers.
He acted happy and pretended he was fine.
They all went into the living room. The tree was decorated with lovely bright lights, bobbles and strings of beads, but it all seemed incredibly dull and faded. They all began to unwrap their presents. Sadaharu was just about to open a little package wrapped in red paper with little golden stars when the doorbell rang. As Mrs. Inui got up to answer it, he looked at the tag—To Sadaharu, From Dad.
They all looked up as they heard a shriek from the front room. Chifumi was the first one up and in the hallway, all of the rest only inches behind.
"Tatsuya!" Mrs. Inui jumped and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. "I thought you weren't coming!"
"Dad!" Sarina was the first on their dad, but all the other girls hopped on too.
"Woah!" he joked, his thick black hair was a little messy, but all in all he was the same. "I didn't know I was so popular!"
Sadaharu stood there in the doorway, leaning against it for support. His glasses were ready to fall off the end of his nose. 12 percent…
His dad shook off the collection of women. "Sadaharu," he wrapped his arms around his son (who towered over him by several inches).
"Dad!" whined Tsuzune, she grabbed his wrist. "Come on! You still have presents!"
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