A/N: Hello again minna, ahaha, I'm really sorry for my mistakes last chappy (that's no pleaser) but no one's perfect, so yeah. Here goes the second chapter and I'll try make it amusing (though it isn't). Enjoy or not, NO FLAMES~
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It was a Sunday morning and little Haruya tossed his blanket away from him, resting it on his foot, 'No blood, no dolls, no ghosts…' it made him smile, he thanked the gods for keeping him safe all through the night (even if he was a rowdy and stubborn child). But his mind still kept wondering who or what was that mysterious figure popping and coming out of nowhere so unexpectedly, what did it want from him?
Haruya threw his pillows to the side and didn't even bother to fix his bed sheets, the pillows, dirty socks and clothes scattered on the floor. He opened his bedrooms door and skipped happily down the stairs, why happily? It was for the reason that every Sunday, Hitomiko usually brought all the orphans to play at the park. And it was very timely every Sunday in Inazuma Town that it didn't get storms that much, too hard rains, just a nice sunny day. It almost seemed like the gods always planned it like this, maybe that's why it's called: 'Sun-day'.
"Ohayo~" Haruya greeted good morning to all orphans followed by a long yawn.
"Ohayo, Haruya-chan!" when the red-haired boy sat on his chair and he met Fuusuke grinning at him. The snow-haired boy pointed his plate, "Look," he started, Haruya looked down at his plate and found a pancake with chocolate syrup on it, it made his mouth go 'Mmm' just smelling the aroma of the delicious, mouth-watering pancake, "I made that for you Haruya-chan!" Fuusuke took the redhead's chopsticks and pushed it to his hands, "Come on! Taste it!" encouraging the redhead with glimmering teal eyes, because Fuusuke looked so adorable and cute, and the sweet fact that the snow-haired boy made a pancake for Haruya, only him, nobody else, was so thoughtful of him to do such.
Haruya looked back at the pancake; it actually had his name spelled on it (in Hiragana). That was so sympathetic for the teal-eyed boy to do that.
Haruya placed his fingers around his chopsticks, and he cut a small piece out of the pancake and put it in his mouth, it didn't take long for Haruya's eyes to widen in lusciousness, he snatched his plate and gobbled the whole thing up without caring to share any part of it, Fuusuke giggled. When the redhead finished swallowing, he let out a relieved sigh, patting his full stomach.
"Fuusuke-chan! That was so delicious!" Haruya shouted with delight, "Thank you Fuusuke," he grabbed his arm, showing how much he appreciated the breakfast the younger lad prepared for him, "maybe next time I'll make you a pancake t—" the redhead felt something different on Fuusuke's arm, when he looked at it, he found a blister almost starting to bubble up. "Fuusuke! What happened to your arm?" Haruya looked at it in confusion.
"I-It's nothing!" the teal-eyed boy snatched his arm back,
"You call that nothing! That's a…a…" Haruya forgot what it was called, "Never mind, who cares what it's called, come on! Let's go to nee-san!" the orphans heard babbling and couldn't help but turn their gapes to Fuusuke and the redhead,
"It's nothing! Look Haruya-chan, I got this wound on my arm yesterday, and this bubble thing today, it doesn't hurt. It would only make Hitomiko nee-san worry more…" Fuusuke didn't like people anxious about him. He wanted to show them that he could handle himself, even as a little and delicate-looking child.
"Oi, oi…" Atsuishi called, "Fuusuke-chan… did you know if you don't cure that thingy, it would bubble up and would be filled with nothing but water? It might even burst out!"
"Eew!" the orange-haired girl looked at Fuusuke in disgust, she was other known as An.
"Hey, don't call Fuusuke-chan 'Eew', he's not disgusting! His wound is…" Haruya defended the teal-eyed boy. The younger lad felt his cheeks go warm, what was this feeling? He'd never felt it before, and coincidentally, he didn't know what a 'blush' was.
Before Fuusuke knew it, he got dragged by Haruya, going straight to Hitomiko's office.
"Hitomiko nee-san!" the red-haired boy called, "Fuusuke's got a burn!" Haruya knocked on the black-haired teen's door. It didn't take long for the door to open.
"Oh dear, Fuusuke-chan. Yesterday a wound, now a blister?" Hitomiko walked to her office's table to open one of the drawers containing the first-aid kit.
"But it doesn't hurt nee-san…" Fuusuke pouted, getting another treatment again, and his inner self shouting, 'I can handle myself!'.
"It will, sooner or later if we don't do anything to that blister." Hitomiko finally found the first-aid kit. "Haruya-chan, please get some ice in the refrigerator." Hitomiko ordered,
"Ice? You, expect me to handle ice?" Haruya backed, anything but the coldness,
"Ice is not so bad Haruya-chan…" Fuusuke smiled,
"Of course, for a boy who has can resist the coldness!" Haruya shot back,
"So you're telling me you want to worsen Fuusuke-chan's blister?" Hitomiko raised a brow, alluring the stubborn redhead to follow her command.
"Okay, okay… but it's not my fault if it melts before I get here." grumbling, Haruya stomped his feet going to the hallway,
"Aren't you kids so adorable when you hesitantly follow my rules?" Hitomiko smiled to herself, as young as she was, by means of being a teenager. The dark-haired teen still had her happy-go-lucky side with her, every teen has that right? No matter how emotional or moody they go, there would always be a place for happiness in their hearts.
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While the red-haired boy was walking to the kitchen, he heard light footsteps behind his, that tingly feeling that went up his spine dominated him for a second. He slowly turned his head to the side, only to find nothing behind him.
Was it really just, nothing? He just shrugged it off and continued to open the refrigerator and hesitantly got one tube of ice,
"Stupid! It's cold!" he dropped the ice, he didn't like the coldness not one little bit. He took it again, but this time, with the edge of his shirt around the tube of ice, now this made the coldness lessen. He closed the ref and went back upstairs.
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"Fuusuke-chan, how did you get this? Is it because of Haruya-chan again?" the teen asked,
"No, it wasn't Haruya-chan." Fuusuke simply answered,
"Then what was the cause of this?" the teen pointed at his blistered arm,
"Uhm, you promise not to get mad nee-san?" Fuusuke assured, looking at the teenager with craving eyes.
"I wouldn't get mad at little children…" Hitomiko smiled at the snow-haired boy, patting his head.
"You pinkie promise?" Fuusuke held out his pinkie with his other four fingers bent on his palm, placing it in front of the black-haired teen's eyes, she curled her pinkie around the little boy's pinkie, rolling her eyes, 'Kids are so adorable these days…' she mentally thought.
"I-I made a pancake for Haruya-chan, b-because he apologized last night. And while I was flipping the other side of the pancake, I nearly lost balance on the chair I was standing on, but I…" Fuusuke looking for the right word, "…r-regained? Regained! My balance again." He confessed. Hoping the other teen won't crack up angry,
"Fuusuke-chan, next time, I want you to tell me if you're going to make food, because a five year old like you shouldn't cook without a guardian looking over them, okay?" Fuusuke sighed in relief that the teen didn't get mad at all.
Haruya arrived at Hitomiko's room and gave her the ice, rather in a hasty manner,
"Whew, I almost died touching that." He muttered and sat on one of the couches where the visitors usually sits on.
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When the teen finished treating the blister, its bubbling effect started to go down little by little and its redness fading away already,
"Thank you, nee-san!" Fuusuke beamed. He turned his head to Haruya and noticed him with a soft smile and lenient eyes plastered on his face. He looked so calm, why?
"Haruya-chan, thank you also!" Fuusuke looked at him with those happy teal eyes. It made Haruya blush a bit, but managed to force a flashing smirk back,
"No problem…"
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It was then 3 in the afternoon and it wasn't so hot anymore, though the obstinate redhead complained that 12 in the afternoon was the perfect time to go out at the park (when 12 in the afternoon is actually the hottest time of the day).
The children went to their dresser rooms and picked out their Sunday's best clothes. Fuusuke wore a purple sleeveless vest while Haruya wore a black sweater,
"Haruya-chan, don't you think you should change? It's hot and you're wearing sleeves? And black…?" Hitomiko troubled about the little lad,
"Nee-san, nee-san," Haruya waved his finger several times, "Haven't you forgotten that I have a resistance to extreme heat?" Haruya smirked boldly. The teenager just smiled and nodded her head,
"Okay, fine. But it's not my fault if anything about the temperature gives a bad effect on you." Hitomiko guaranteed about the said agreement.
All of the orphans were ready to play games at the park, but it seemed like they were waiting for someone, Hitomiko had her gaze steady on the stairs,
"Uhm, are you ready up there?" the teen queried, the orphans wondered who in the world was Hitomiko talking to,
"H-hai!" the children flinched, who was this… girl? (It sounded like a girl's voice because of the soft tone), every girl was downstairs on one of the living room's couches.
Everyone was curious, so they all had their looks planted on the stairs, finally, brown shoes were seen and red shorts with a white t-shirt, and lastly, this girl had purplish hair and brown eyes, her eyes seemed to look pretty deep and piercing, just like Midorikawa's, but his was more of the 'puppy eyes', but this new girl had intense brown eyes, it looked like she could read the thoughts right through you.
"What took you so long, darling?" Hitomiko took her by the hand and carried the light-looking girl in her arms, then put her down eventually, but the child just looked down on her feet, scraping the carpeted floor. It had almost seemed like she had a problem, well, everybody had problems, but it looked like she was in bad vibes.
"Okay, everyone, are we ready to go?" Hitomiko smiled sweetly,
"Hai~" everyone yelled except for the new girl who had her mouth shut like it was glued. Hiroto, the so-called 'most beloved' son of Father (everyone envied about), loved making new friends, though many didn't like him or talk to him that much. He planned on talking to her in the van.
Everyone had their seats, and the new girl was in between Hiroto and Haruya (and beside Haruya was Fuusuke and next to the vermillion-haired boy was his best friend Midorikawa), indeed, it was compact in the van, since it only had 3 rows and there were more than 10 orphans in it, plus Hitomiko. The green-eyed boy wanted to make friends with the girl beside him, and Haruya could feel a familiar aura coming from the purple-haired kid.
"Hi! My name's Hiroto, what's yours?" Hiroto started with a friendly wave and smile, the russet eyes turned to the redhead talking, it made him flinch a bit, seeing those sharp eyes stare at him. Hiroto saw her part her lips, but words failed to come out of it. "O-oh, y-you don't speak?" Hiroto asked stuttering, but the purple-haired girl shook her head, meaning, yeah, she can speak. "Okay then, what's your name?" the vermillion-haired boy asked again.
"Mi…ki…" she said softly, almost very inaudibly. Hiroto flashed a smile,
"Nice to meet you, Miki-chan…" Hiroto lent out a hand, meaning he wanted shake hands with her, but Miki just gawked at it.
"O-okay…" Hiroto took back his hand, feeling very awkward for the moment. This girl was strange, she wasn't sociable, and she seemed terribly silent, shy and fragile.
Haruya and Fuusuke stared at her for a while, 'Familiar…' Haruya thought, feeling that prickly sensation go up his spine again. Was she the one following him all this time? Because her aura gave a very familiar sense to the redhead, but a shy and unsociable girl like her wouldn't do such, right?
Strange yet very interesting to know more about the cryptic, purplish haired girl, maybe it's just part of her trauma, like all other kids that went through that process losing their parents and loved ones. What was the story behind this girl? Whatever it was, it didn't look good.
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Is it too short? Pardon me for that, but I really lack time writing this, you could expect the following chapters (and even the next) to come 2-3 days after this. NO FLAMES~ review if you want to, I'm not forcing you, but leaving a review leaves me more motivating to write with more effort even when I can't. But if you're going to leave an offending review, just don't go for it anymore. Please?( I'm not dropping out names ) :)