heyya! preaty late post time for me...but not that late at the same time... at least i got it up on friday this tim. well, whatever r&r
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Disclaimer: this is a fan fiction. Need I say more?
The Circumstances of Life
Chapter 4
When I awoke the next morning, there was a small, wooden table that hadn't been there the night before. I walked up to it. On the table were two neatly folded piles of clothes with a note placed between them.
When you're ready, please come to room 39 for breakfast. We have much to discus. And don't forget to change your clothes. I can't stand those dirty rags you're wearing.
-H. Imai
I blushed and looked down. I really did look like I was wearing dirty rags. I had on a simple white skirt and a plain, slightly baggy white long-sleeved shirt. Well, at least they used to be white. They had been thoroughly torn and muddied from the previous day's adventures. Natsume's clothes were probably just as bad. I picked up one of the piles on the table and slipped into the pale pink dress that looked similar to the one Hotaru had been wearing the previous day, only it didn't poof out at the bottom. i spun and the dress puffed out around me. I liked it. The dress was really cute.
"Natsume, you should get dressed, too," and the black cat on my bed got up and changed to his human form.
I sat on the bed, turned the other way, as he changed into something similar to what Ruka had on yesterday. The only difference was the vest and pants were black.
We exited the guest room and headed down the hall in search of room 39. the room behind the door 39 had walls made of glass, giving a perfect view of the overgrown, half dead garden full of plants id never seen before. In the center of the room sat Hotaru and Ruka at a long dining room table with probably about 10 chairs lining each side. Hotaru sat on the end, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. To her right, Ruka was frantically scribbling things down on a sheet of paper while flipping through one of the books from the large stack beside him.
When we entered, Hotaru looked up, "Oh. You're up early. How did you sleep?" she set her cup down and folded her newspaper. Pushing a headset attached to her ear, she began speaking, "Prepare breakfast. Our guests are awake."
I hesitantly went to the table and sat down in one of the chairs. Natsume sat beside me. Not long after, the door swung open and a strange, mechanical-looking thing rolled in with trays of breakfast food carried in its arm-like tubes on each side of its body. After plated were distributed, the robot turned and rolled back out again. It was bizarre.
I looked at Natsume. He was twitching slightly and staring at where the robot thing had previously been intently. I giggled. He probably wanted to chase it. it was so cat like and cute. He glared at me, but I could tell he was just embarrassed.
We all went on and ate. Everything was delicious. It brought back memories of my mother. I wished I could go back to peaceful days times before everything went wrong. When we were all happy.
"So, little girl, tell me. How did you come to acquire the Circumstances of Life?" Hotaru asked. I froze. I didn't want to remember, but I couldn't avoid the question.
My eyes began to sting and I wanted to curl up in a ball. "I was…" and just when I had gathered enough control over myself to answer, the door burst open and my resolve crumbled. I spun around to see who had just come in. in the doorway stood a teen not much older than me in a plain white baggy t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts scratching his stomach and yawning. He had spiky black hair and a star tattooed on his left cheek.
"Morning…hm?" that's when he noticed Natsume and i. when he saw us, his face brightened up, "New renters?"
"Shut up, you," Hotaru said to the stranger in a cold voice then directed her attention back toward me, "Now, continue. who was it?" Crap. I was hoping she had forgotten. I couldn't answer anymore. It was getting hard for me to hold back the piling up emotions.
I bit my lip. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Before anyone could react, I got up and bolted past the person who had ruined my resolve and out the door. I ran down the hall and toward the room Natsume and I had stayed in the previous night. I lie down on the bed and pressed my face to the pillow, allowing my tears to fall freely now.
The memories t had tried to erase, to block out, came back to me in painful detail. That night…and the days leading up to it: they were hell on earth.
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ohh...are we getting somewhere now? and a new chara entroduced! yay! i love tsubasa! ah...but he really did screw things up, huh? now you wont find out what mikan was gona say until next week. oh well. lets all just hope tsubasa doesnt have really bad timin next time, neh? well, see you next time!