NoraKoneko: -yawns- Ohaiyo.
Kukai: What's up? Finally deciding to write chapter two?
NoraKoneko: -nods-
Kukai: Well, good luck with that. And if you're sleepy, drink coffee or something. -grins and runs off to who-knows-where-
NoraKoneko: -groans and starts typing- Ikuto. Disclaimer.
Ikuto: -hisses- I don't get paid enough for this.
NoraKoneko: Neither of us gets paid at all. NOW.
Ikuto: -rolls eyes- NoraKoneko doesn't own Shugo Chara.
Amu-chan, I heard in my dreams. It chimed once, twice and even thrice, but did not stop. I tossed and turned, hoping that it wasn't what… or who I thought it was.
Finally giving up, I turned to the direction of my sorry excuse for an alarm clock. With my eyes still shut, I waved my right hand in where there should have been mid-air, but wasn't.
I became fully awoken with a screeching 'AMU' and was… persuaded to get up and take a shower.
After the shower, I looked at what Ran-neechan, Miki-neechan, Suu-neechan and Dia-neechan.
Oh no.
What the hell did they do?!
Before my very eyes was something unexplainably… cute.
If you added ponytails on both sides, then I would've looked like an overgrown doll!
I could just imagine someone ruffling my hair, thinking I'm 'so adorable.'
Shaking my head, I headed for my closet and picked out some of my old clothes. Sadly, all I could put together was my old uniform from middle school. At least it didn't look cute.
It was a nice white polo, a black jacket with a red cloth around my left arm, a red necktie, a red plaid skirt and red leggings. This time, I decided to wear a black leather belt. It was my simple 'façade' style (at least that's what I liked to call it).
I took another look at what I had thrown together and slipped them all on. Taking a look in the mirror, I blinked a couple of times before getting used to this.
Remember, I thought to myself. Whatever you first impression is on these people is how they will observe you for the rest of your damn life. It almost scared me to go to school, but that's not my character. From now on, my character will be a quiet person. Someone who doesn't care about anyone or anything, but stands up for what's right anyways.
So I looked down, taking one more glance. There's something that was off.
Were the leggings a mistake? Or maybe it was the belt. Then it hit me.
Tucked in. I pulled out the shirt and jacket from inside the skirt. Now, it looked much better.
I took the detour in the house and started skateboarding on the golden rails of the stairs.
It felt so nice… so free to do whatever I wanted now. I had not a single care left in the world. Seems like my life was over long ago, anyways.
The was my hair whipped whenever I make a sudden turn made me feel simply wonderful.
But it seems that destiny begged to differ, for I collided with one of the guests my onee-chan had over… in the morning.
"Kya!" BOOM. My face hit the floor and my knees skidded across the newly waxed floor, so it didn't burn too much, but it still burned.
I tried to soothe the pain from the impact by rubbing them, but I got caught up in the looks of the boy that stood before me.
I do remember Ran telling me that her boyfriend had messy hair but looked cute. Could this possibly be him?
"Sumimasen. Watashi no onii-san wa kokontoko. Anata no Daichi dare nanoka shitte imasuka?"
I mind jumbled and I looked at him funny. He probably had no idea that I couldn't understand Japanese. The only thing I understood in there was 'onii-san.' I had no idea how to reply.
Wait a second… I took another look at the boy. I noticed how his hair was brownish and not green 'like the trees' (at least that how's she liked to describe them). He must be the brother or something.
"Sorry. I don't speak Nihongo," I apologized. Only Japanese word in there: Nihongo.
He blinked twice, and then chuckled a little bit, smiling.
"No, no. I apologize," he told me. Thank God that he can speak English. "I'm Souma Kukai. I'm looking for my brother, Souma Daichi. He is the boyfriend of Hinamori Ran. You know them?" I waited for a second, thinking about what exactly just happened, then sighed.
"Follow me," I ordered, getting up. He got up as well while he smiled warmly. He was kinda tall. Maybe he's 5'4" or something. Sure looks like it.
I didn't really feel like talking. I could tell that he was feeling weird being with some person who seems all 'doom n' gloom,' but I didn't really care.
With every step I took up the stairs, I counted the step, for once, wondering how long the staircase is. Never really took the time before to do that since I always used my skateboard on the way down and ran on the way up… when no one was near.
Apparently, someone doesn't know how to keep quiet for very long.
"I haven't seen you around before," he noted in a happy tone. "You new around here?"
"No." My immediate answer. He doesn't need an explanation of why I'm here, but I'm betting you that he'll ask for one.
"Oh," he spoke in a kid's tone. "Well, how you know the place so well, then?" See? And his English is a little screwy.
"This is my cousins' house. Been here two or three times in my life, but never really explored the city. Starting school here, today. Don't really know the way around," I explained, leaving no other questions for him to ask. But, sadly, there was still a few that were left unanswered… and those were the ones I didn't want to have to.
"You're living with your older cousins?" he asked, amazement flooding out of the tone of his voice. "That's awesome!" he exclaimed. "Must be pretty sweet not having parents to order you around all the time," he stated.
Sweet? As if he knows anything about not having parents around! I hate people who think of parents that way. …Okay, I admit it. I used to think of them that way, too… up until two weeks ago. I didn't reply.
"And your parents are okay with you living here?" he asked, still trying to socialize.
"I guess you could say that," I kinda lied. It's kinda like a half lie. Considering how there was a silence, he probably understood that I didn't really wanna talk about it.
"Oh… sorry if I hit a nerve." You did hit a nerve. A big one.
"No prob. Here we are," I announced, amazing myself that we even got here that fast. Maybe talking to him passed the time.
"Thanks," he said calmly and then opened the door; something he probably shouldn't have done…
"LOOK OUT!" exclaimed Kukai as he ducked and pushed my head down as well before the soccer ball could hit our faces.
Daichi and Ran looked out the door and down at the us. "Gomen nasai," they apologized in unison. Kukai helped me up and hit Daichi in the shoulder.
"C'mon, Dai-niisan! We're gonna be late for school," he complained, but for some strange reason, he still smiled.
"Alright, alright," Daichi shook off, then ran down the stairs with lightning speed; same goes for that Kukai kid, too.
Ran walked out of her room and gave me the 'what-was-going-on' look.
"Nothing happened. I just helped him find your prisoner; A.K.A. his brother," I joked, still not smiling.
"Oh, sorry, Amu-chan. You're going to be late for school," she warned me. And she decided to tell me that just now?!
NoraKoneko: Okay, so I apologize for my crappy Japanese. If it really is crappy, it's the translator's fault. :P Anyways, I've got the next few chapters of this story ready, so I'll update soon! ^^