"Mine, I want to start a new maternity fashion line, I was completely inspired with the news!" Ayame said on to the phone. He stood on the curb of the street waiting for his taxi to arrive.

"Of course," Mine responded, "But, Ayame," she sighed, "Are you really sure about this?"

"About what?" he said innocently.

"You know exactly what. Going to go live with Yuki and Machi? For nine months? It'll never work."

"Why not?"

"Well, for one thing, Yuki will never allow it."

"Of course he will," he said, "I'm only there too help, and after all, Yuki loves me."

Mine sighed in resignation, "Fine, I'll get right on the maternity things. Bye."

"Bye."

Ayame turned off his cell phone and turned to Hatori, who stood beside him.

"Oh, I'm so excited!"

"This is a very bad idea. And I want you too know, what ever bodily harm comes to you, I won't help you."

Ayame simply laughed. "I don't know why everyone keeps telling me this is a bad idea. I can't see anything wrong with it."

"Do you want the long list, or the short?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You realize your doing the same thing you do all the time? You meddle in Yuki and Machi's life, and you don't seem to understand it's their life now. Not yours. Their having a baby, life is going to get tougher for them. They don't need you making it harder than it has to be."

The yellow taxi pulled up in front of the two. Both got in, and the cab driver assisted Ayame with is bag.

"Jesus Christ," the cab driver muttered, looking at the 15 large fancy suitcases that Ayame had lined up on the street. "We're going to need another cab." He turned to Ayame, "Hey, sir!"

After 2 more cabs were called to carry all of Ayame's bags, Hatori where on there way to Yuki's.

"I can't believe your actually going through with this."

"All I want to do is help."

"Do you even have a plan of what to do?"

"Of course, I'll take the extra room in Yuki's house."

"This is a bad idea."

The two didn't say another word until they pulled in front of Yuki's house. Ayame got out, and the three drivers started taking out suit case.

Ayame practically skipped to the door. He rang the doorbell.

Yuki opened the door.

He looked at Hatori, looking apologetic and slightly embarrassed. He looked at the three taxi cabs lined up in front of his house. He looked at the three disgruntled taxi drivers lugging 15 suitcases out of their trunks. He looked at Ayame.

SLAM.

"Yuki!" Ayame knocked at the door, "Yuki, I'm here to help you and Machi."

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Oh come on," Ayame pounded louder, "I only want to help."

"Your not going to help! Your going to kill us both!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You always do this. You're always messing around with my life?"

"Oh come on, give me one example!"

"Okay Let's see," he said sarcastically, "My first date, my wedding, my honeymoon, and now this! GO AWAY."

"I'm sorry Yuki."

Ayame sounded on the verge of tears.

"All I ever want to do is help you. No matter what happened all I've ever wanted to do is become closer too you. But I guess you want your space, and that's okay. I'll leave"

Was Ayame really crying? Yuki sighed. He opened the door.

"Look," he said, "I'm sorry if I seem like I don't want you. But I'd really like some space."

"How could you be so heartless?" An old woman's voice said.

Yuki looked out to see the elderly woman poking her head outside her window.

"Mrs. Hatsuno?"

"How could you kick your poor brother out after he just wanted to help?"

Machi came outside then.

"What's going on…Oh no, it's you, I mean what are you doing here?"

"Tell your husband to let this poor man inside!" Mrs. Hatsuno said angrily.

"What? What are you doing here, Ayame."

"He's here too help you with the new baby."

Yuki and Machi looked at her. "How did you know about the—"

"We live close together, and no offense but you know that night when the baby, um… 'was being made'? You two aren't the quietest bunch if you know what I mean."

Machi wanted the Earth to yawn and swallow her up at that moment. Yuki's covered his bright red face with his hands, sighed, and finally said, "I don't mean to be rude, Mrs. Hatsuno, but this really isn't your business."

"Yeah!" a deep male voice yelled from the other side of the street. A large husky man peered outside his window on the opposite side of the street.

"Who the hell do you think you are anyway lady?"

"Mr. Ryota?"

"What did you say to me?"

"It's his house! He has the right to say who gets to suddenly live there."

"It's his brother?"

"So what?"

"He's trying to help him!"

"And who are you too butt into others business? Plus, what kind of sick old lady listens to what other people's intimate moments?"

She looked furious, and embarrassed. "They where screaming all night long, I could hardly sleep!" the old woman replied.

Why me? Machi thought. Why me lord?

"And anyway," Mrs. Hatsuno continued, "what kind of people leave family outside in the cold?"

"What kind of nosy old bats interrupt private conversations?"

"Why I never!"

"Oh, go to hell."

"Nobuo Ryota!" A woman's voice called from another house near Mr. Ryota's, "Why are you picking on an old woman? She's right you know!"

"No she isn't," a young teenage girl called from a door in another house. "She's crazy, that's what she is!"

"But she does have a point," A tall man who was walking his dog nearby said, "He is family."

"And?" The teenager said, "He's butting in!"

"Yes, but as the old proverb goes, The love of a family is a great blessing. "What kind of loser memorizes proverbs?"

"Where else is he supposed to go?" He replied, angrily.

"Well it's not like he's going to have to live on the street, now is it?" Mr. Ryota yelled, "Look at all the bags the man's got! He's just barging in on his hardworking family, completely uninvited!"

"No," Yuki said. His face was really red at this point, as other curious neighbors looked out to see what the commotion was about. "It's not like that!"

"So," Mrs. Hatsuno said with a satisfied smile, "It's settled then, he'll stay with you!"

"What?" Machi said, "That's not what he—"

"Oh, thank you brother!" Ayame said, pushing passed him and Machi into the house. "There's and empty room just over here."

"What? BROTHER!" Yuki followed him into the house.

"I hate you," Machi said looking daggers at Mrs. Hatsuno, "So, so much."

She followed Yuki and Ayame in the house. She didn't even turn back to see the horrified look on the woman's face. There wasn't even a point, she knew, of trying to talk Ayame out of it. It was over, and, for the next nine months atleast, Ayame would live with them.

Why me?