A.N.: Thanks for all your reviews! I know I promised fast updates, but I haven't and you'll find the reason why in my profile.
Special thanks to Orange-Light for reminding me that Ito would be dressed in male clothes. Well, my explanation for that is...remember how Ito made a gohaku (not sure of the spelling) for Makoto? She grew out her hair as good luck for their graduation. Her hair should be long enough for her to be mistaken (not really) for a girl by graduation.
Disclaimer: Makoto and Ito are not mine. Neither are their violent families.
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Click. Thunk!
The door slid open and Ito entered. "Tadaima..." She stooped to take off her shoes and ignored her brothers' screams. It was normal which was why she finally screamed a second later.
Smack!
"Yaaaaaaaahhhhh!" A fish hit her squarely in the mouth and flopped down into her jacket. She screamed again before jumping up and down trying to get the fish out. Her fingers found the zipper and the fish at the same time. She pulled it out. Hissing could be heard around the room as she turned to face the kitchen. Her little brother had the misfortune to be nearest her and looked terrified. Yuto continued to peel the vegetables next to the sink and Ryuya was turned to the wall. However, Ito's dark aura seeped through every inch of the room and Ryuya's face turned gray. He had his hands at his side where Ito couldn't see the fish scales and blood.
"Who threw the fish at me! Did you do that, you little brat! I'm gonna get you for this!" Their sister immediately turned on the youngest sibling. Tatsuyoshi cowered as Ito hit him with the fish and then threw it at him. He kept at a run with his hands protecting his head as she picked up whatever was within reach.
"I didn't do it! Stop chasing me--hey, watch it! You almost got me with that thing!" Tatsuyoshi pointed to the glass shards behind him. Ito's eyes turned to glittery diamonds. She held up Yuto's wooden chef's case.
"Oh, you'll have more than just lamps to worry about." She lifted the lid to reveal rows of knives. "I will get you with Yuto's sharpened blades, always prepared for CHOPPING--" Here she threw one,"--SLICING--" and another one, "and DICING!" and another one. Tatsuyoushi had rivlets of tears running down his cheeks as he ran.
"Stop, nee-chan! It wasn't me! It-it was Ryuya!" Ito stopped and dropped the empty case. She turned slowly to face the kitchen with her hands balled up in fists by her sides. "Yeah, it was Ryuya. Now can I go upstairs and nurse my wounds? I got paper cuts from the phonebook you threw at me!" His sister waved him off with her head and he proceeded to march upstairs sucking his fingers.
"You let me turn on our little baby brother?" Tatsuyoshi yelled, 'I'm not a baby!' from upstairs. Ito paid no mind. "You coward, stupid big brother, Ryuya. And Yuto, you didn't stop me. Look at that! I used your knives. Don't you care?" Yuto dropped the vegetables into the pot on the stove. He walked over to the wall and lit a cigarette. He blew a breath of smoke as he looked over his knives. They were strategically placed in a straight line below his shoulders at Tatsuyoshi's height. Each was embedded deep into the wall.
"You're good, Ito. Very well done. If Yoshi was a bit slower, his head would be stuck on this wall right now." He ruffled Ito's hair. She brushed him off and glared at Ryuya.
"You threw a fish! Irresponsible--" She grabbed a pillow off the couch and smacked Ryuya with it. She got fistfuls of utensils and started for his legs. Ryuya backed up a step, then started skipping away to avoid having forks in his ankles. He braced himself on the kitchen counter and lifted his legs in a circle. He hopped off and jumped himself into a corner. With nowhere to go, his eyes hardened and he knew there was only one way to move. Hand-to-hand combat. Ito didn't see the change in his eyes. She jumped off the kitchen table, where she had gone for better aim, and drop-kicked on him. The fight was on.
Ryuya kicked all possible weapons away from her hands. She blocked a second kick with her arms. She ducked his punch and came up behind him. He dodged her blows and gripped her around the waist. Suddenly, she was up in the air and he shifted her on to his shoulders.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Hey--let me go! Let me down! Ryuya!" She hit him and kicked frantically. He only grimaced and murmured that she was heavy. "What! I'm--ugh, let me down, oni-chan!"
"The day you beat Ryuya will be recorded in history, Ito. Oi, Yoshi, come down!" Yoshi called upstairs. Ito grumbled and set her face into her palms on Ryuya's shoulders.
"Hey, your elbows are sharp! That hurt!" Ito took her elbows off and let him set her down on the couch. "Oops. Eh, you better get changed Ito." Yoshi stepped off the landing and started laughing. He pointed at Ito and held his stomach.
"Whaat? Yoshi, why are you laughing? Why do I have to change--" She looked down on her bloody shirt. "Ahhh! Ryuya! You were the one who had the fish! Gah!" She ran up the stairs. Yuto lifted his eyebrows at his twin. Ryuya shrugged and flopped on the couch.
Upstairs in her own room, she balled up her ruined clothes. She glanced up into her mirror and she remembered what she had to do that night. She took a deep breath and sat down on her bed.
Knock.Knock.
Ito looked up and over he shoulder at her window. Makoto knelt on the few inches available for his feet. Ito started and grinned as she popped open the window.
"Mako! What are you doing here?" Her boyfriend jumped off her windowsill and took off the hat that hid his hair.
"I thought you'd need a little cheering up right abut now. I went home, changed and came straight here. I can't interrrupt, but I could help ready you for it." Ito blushed at the soft look in his eyes. He smiled and brushed her hair from her eyes.
"Wh-what if my brothers catch you? You're not wearing your wig!" She hated herself for stammering, but she couldn't help it. He had that effect on her.
"It's okay. I have it in my bag." He pulled it out and Ito took it from his hands. "Just in case. But I'm only here for a few minutes to tell you to have confidence in yourself. And to do this." He reached over and kissed her.
Ouside of Ito's room, Ryuya stood with his hand raised to knock. He heard Ito murmur and a male voice answer her. 'Nice outfit.''Wha-I'm only in my bra and jeans! Turn around!' He frowned and opened the door. He was greeted with a strange sight.
A.N.: Review or I won't update!
Okay, here's a little preview:
Ito's lightning fast reflexes put the wig on Makoto's head, but just barely. Neither of them knew what to do when Ryuya opened the door. Ryuya's frown turned into a hesitant smile and a raised eyebrow.
"What are you doing here, Makoto-san?" Makoto smiled and put down her bag (intentional change in pronouns). "I didn't hear the door open."
"Oh, Ryuya-san. I rang the bell, but no one answered so I climbed up Ito-san's windowsill." At Ryuya's widened eyes, she smiled sweetly and answered his unspoken question, "I take kenpo." Ryuya's smile grew bigger with understanding.
"Well, why don't you join us for dinner? You're already here." Ito was speechless and could only nod along.
"What's taking so long, Ryuya?" Yuto and Yoshi came up to Ito's door. Yoshi started at the sight of Makoto.
"Eh? Makoto-san! How did you get up here?" Makoto bowed to the two newcomers and repeated her answer.
"Ah, kenpo. Yes, Akane told me about how your family owns dojo." Yuto nodded and snuffed out his cigarette on the ashtray in his hand. "And seeing you reminds me that I promised Akane I'd stop smoking." Makoto nodded and turned his head to look at Ito. However, he hadn't accounted for the looseness of his wig.
The long blond curls slid off and down on the ground.
A.N.: There! A little more for you to gnaw on. Please review!
