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Yeah, my brother's down here where I'm typing playing video games and being a poo poo. So this might take a while to type. Even though it's a really short chapter. I'm actually doing a lot better on this story! I'm on chapter 10, and the way it's looking now is that there's going to be A LOT more chapters! So, yippee for you! YIPPEE! YIPPEE!
Secret Seven
Secret Number Seven: I'm selfish and oblivious.
This whole time I've been going on and on about all of my stupid problems, and I never stopped to think that there's probably a million worse things out there.
So we were standing there on that porch, which was probably his house or something, his hand still around mine. I was waiting for him to tell his secret or tell me anything at all, when the front door opened and Yuki let go of my hand.
"Oh. Yuki. We were beginning to think you weren't coming back," this guy with black hair, maybe ten years older than me, stood there smiling. "And you've brought us a beautiful visitor. May I ask this pretty young girl—?"
"Shut up," Yuki smacked him in the forehead, "Must you always hit on girls ten years younger than you?"
Well, I was right about the ten year thing. But who the hell was it? He didn't look anything like Yuki.
"Is that… your brother?" I asked, managing to talk despite all of the crap that had just happened.
"No, no. Allow me to introduce myself! I am Shigure Sohma, Yuki's dear and far more handsome cousin," Shigure smiled.
I wanted a needle to pop that guy's ego.
"Okay, great, now come on," Yuki grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the house. Why was he so angry?
"But Yuki-chan, you didn't introduce me—"
"Not now!"
Shigure was now out of sight as Yuki pulled me up the stairs and into a room.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly as he shut the door.
"You didn't do anything," I crossed my arms and tried to pay no attention to him. Damn, it was hard.
"I'm not completely sure why… but I feel like this is my entire fault."
"It's not," I snapped as I stared at the ceiling and blinked a million times. "It's my dad's."
"You really don't have to tell me…"
"It's all his fault! It's his fault my mother hates me! It's his fault my life sucks! It's his fault I do this stupid dancing!"
"Please don't cry…"
My dad had signed me up for that dancing lesson ten years ago.
I had continued dancing because I thought that if I was good enough, he would come back.
But I was never good enough.
And I'm still not.
But… I thought that's what he wanted.
"Never again," I sobbed. "I'm never dancing again."
"Eri… but… you…"
Yuki couldn't think of anything to say, because there was nothing to say. "That'd be a shame."
"Well I don't care!"
Silence.
"Are you happy? When you dance, I mean?"
I sighed a few times and wiped my face with the back of my hand before answering. "It's like… magic. I don't feel anything. I don't remember anything. Everything just… happens."
"Then why would you give that up?"
"Because… I hate reality. I can escape for a few minutes, but then I have to be disappointed when everything comes crashing back into focus."
The look on his face suggested empathy.
"Reality sucks, doesn't it?" he actually managed to laugh.
I nodded, brushing another tear away.
"Can… can I tell you my reality?"
Unsure, I chose to nod.
"May I hug you?"
Not knowing what that had to do with anything, and still unable to speak, I nodded. He sighed, then slowly reached for me and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I was about to hug back, my only moment of comfort in that entire day, until…
POOF!
In a puff of smoke, I almost fell over. The smoke cleared, and instead of Yuki being with me, I was holding a tiny, white rat in my hands.
Short, I know, but the next one is slightly longer.
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Brenna… OUT!
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