(A/N: I know you're excited... I am, too! :D)
Twelve: Home again
It felt good to be home again. It felt weird without Souta, or someone to greet me, but he was coming home in three days. I could wait that long, right? I hadn't called my brother since he left. However, when I called, his cell phone just went right to voicemail.
So, instead, I called my parents. Their trip was good, my trip was good, they're fine, I'm fine... the end. After I hung up, I threw my bag in my room then went downstairs to watch TV.
My trip was... interesting, I decided. It was fun in some aspects and confusing in others. To be honest, my life is a wreck. My parents obviously hate each other, my brother was only my half brother and he was looking for his father, and I'm getting married to someone I don't even love.
In my head, I relived my kiss with Kyoya. It was everything I had ever dreamed about and more. I felt like my head was about to burst. My mind jumped from one subject to another.
I still had a report to write for school and I didn't even do any research on the trip. Lovely. I'd have to pull an all-nighter tonight. Or tomorrow. I didn't want to do homework. I just wanted to sleep. Or talk to my brother. Or kiss Kyoya. Well, I could do homework with Kyoya, talk to my brother, then kiss Kyoya, then sleep. In that order.
Though it would be a perfect night, I had to resort to popcorn, Star Trek, and falling asleep on the couch before I finished the third episode.
My dream consisted of swimming. Drowning, and both Tamaki and Kyoya trying to save me. Before I could see who reached me first, I woke up, tangled in the blanket that I had pulled from the end of the couch. I was sweating. Ooh... gross.
So, I started my day normally. Teeth, shower, clothes, breakfast, a bit of homework, and a walk around the backyard. The flowers were blooming and the cherry trees were just barely holding on to the remaining pink. The fountain's trickling water heading towards the large pond in the middle was relaxing. I closed my eyes and I let myself drown in the sound, not moving towards it.
I missed my brother. I wanted to hear from him, but I doubted I would for a while. I wonder if he found his father. There were ten men who fit that profile in that area, so one of them was bound to be his father. There was a one in ten chance, but there were ten chances. If the dead one was his father, then I would go back with Souta to pay my respects.
Then again, what would happen if his father was alive. I didn't think of that. What would Souta even do? Bring him home? Take him in? Reject him? Of course he would tell my mother and father about his discovery. I didn't doubt that. Especially if he was dead.
Now I wanted to call Souta even more. I ran into the house and tried his phone again, but still nothing. I fell into a dining room chair, setting the phone on the table. God, Souta where are you? I'm so anxious. I'm going to need an update soon. Maybe he would call tonight. So, I called back and told him on his voicemail that I was going to wait up for his call as long as it took. I was doing homework anyway.
So, I started homework. It was very regrettable, but at least I had music to speed things along. I had fourteen hours of music, all in various languages. Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Romanian, one French song, English, Hindi, and one song in Slovenian. I had plenty of music and homework to keep me occupied for hours.
However, after only two, with a good three hours of homework, I set down my book and picked up the phone. I stared at it, willing it to ring. I sunk into my pillow, staring intently at the portable phone in my hands. Souta, please call. Someone... anyone... call me. I am so bored.
Then, I realized... no one has any reason to call me. Mom and dad were busy. Souta could be talking to his father for all I know. Tamaki and I have hardly spoken at all. Like Kyoya would talk to me (insert hysterical laugh here). Haruhi is in love with the man I'm marrying so I doubt she wants to call me. Sakura... I think she said she was busy today.
I cried out in annoyance as I fell back. There is nothing to do, and it's not even dark yet. I couldn't wait for school to start.
Wow. I never thought I'd ever say that.
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Souta should be home at any second. I'm jumpy. I can hardly wait. The boy on the couch looks impatient as well and he looks like he's about to yell at me to sit down, but his eyes are soft.
Souta hadn't called at all this weekend until he called an hour ago to say that he was at the airport. When I asked him about his trip, blew me off and said that his plane was boarding.
"My parents are coming home today." I said suddenly, coming to the realization.
Kyoya had gotten the call at seven in the morning, well before he usually woke up. Souta was coming home today.
Kyoya said that he would be over in an hour.