Yours, Mine and Ours

Season II

Prologue

I rushed past building after building, turning the last corner and finally relief spread throughout my body as the first sign of my School building came into view. I didn't have to look at my watch to know that I was late…

I slipped in just as the main gates began to close. After a hurried apology to the professor stationed at the gates to corner late comers, I ran the long road that led to the School Building.

Not wanting to waste any more time, instead of going into the building, I ran along the outer area, making a mental count of the number of classes I was passing. I stopped right outside the window to that class and hesitating a bit, opened the window slowly.

The Homeroom teacher was yet to come so I slowly climbed the window and was about to jump into the class when a shrill voice behind me paralyzed me to the ground.

"Shouta Kouzuki!"

Yep! That's me…

I slowly jumped back on the ground and turned to face my own mother as she stood before me, menacingly.

"Hey mum," I said, trying to brave a smile, "I was just about to jump in to come see you…"

"Who is it Miyu?" came a voice from behind my 34 year old blonde mother and there appeared the beautiful English professor, I think her name was something like Harana or Karina or something.

"It's nothing Catherine," same my mum with a smile and then turning to me asked in a shrill voice, "why aren't you in class?"

I took a deep breath and said with as much a look of innocence as I could muster and said with a heavenly smile that I learnt from a soap opera that she watches at night, "You forgot your lunch mother, and I know that you wouldn't eat anything from the cafeteria… So I brought your lunch for you, mother…"

I extended a packed bento before her, with that smile still in place.

"Awww…" cooed the English teacher.

'Mission accomplished'.

My mom sighed and said to her colleague, "Okay Cathy, you just take care of my class for a while… I will be right in…"

"Now tell me, what do you want?"

I smirked. In a way my mom knows exactly what I'm thinking.

"500 Yen", I extended my open palm.

She raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms with a questioning look on her face.

"For…?" she asked, almost menacingly.

"Mom," I said with the best smile I could muster, "It's my first day at the Elementary School… I gotta at least look a bit cool…"

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to make her get my point.

Seriously, bringing rice balls in home-made lunchboxes can never be considered as cool for a guy at all. What was my mom thinking anyway?

She looked at me fiercely and then sighed.

"Sometimes, I wonder where you get that stubborn attitude from…"

I smirked, knowing I won today's battle.

"200 yen," I exclaimed as my mother placed a coin in my still open palm.

"You manage to look exactly like your father with that expression right now…" she laughed.

She stopped laughing as she saw the expression on my face now. She surely has a way to make me mad… especially when she brings him up! And especially when she say how much I'm like him!

"See ya after school mum," I said hurriedly and rushed towards the Elementary division of the School despite the number of times my mum kept calling me back (mostly to apologize for bringing him up, I guess).

I sighed as I sat down at an empty seat in my class.

I'm Shouta Kouzuki.

Nine years old, Ibaraki Public School, Elementary division.

I love basketball.

My mother is Miyu Kouzuki. She's one of the Home Economics teachers at the Middle School Division at the same school.

My dad…

Well, I don't know who my dad is.

But I plan to find that guy.

And when I do, I'm gonna give him the worst punch he could ever have come in contact with.

End Prologue – Season II

A/N: heya everybody! Actually I had the worst ever writer's block on this story… even thought of dropping it. But couldn't cause I kinda love this story… So, came up with a twist… ;) Hope you guys won't kill me…

Please do review…

"Sometimes people are Beautiful…

Not in looks, not in what they say,

Just in what they are…"

-Markus Zusak