Who was that girl?

Ryou wondered as he walked home. He had never seen her at Jaren's house at all, which was really odd. Not to mention the fact that she had called Jaren her father.

Then it clicked in Ryou's head. Last week, Jaren had been on the phone, yelling at someone. He had mentioned Katie twice, saying something about not seeing her in six years, then that she was eighteen, and at a point where she needed the person on the phone, which Ryou assumed was her mother.

But what had caused the move? She certainly didn't look happy about being in Japan, and obviously wasn't born there, though she looked slightly Japanese. And she had an American accent.

Ryou continued to think about it on his short walk home. He was so caught up in the thought, that he bumped into a man carrying some take-out.

"Oh, sorry." Ryou told him.

"It's no problem." The man said back.

Ryou froze. He recognized the voice distinctly, but couldn't put his finger on where he had heard it before.

"Hey, you okay?" The man's eyes watched Ryou warily.

"Oh yeah...Have we met somewhere before sir?"

"No, I don't think we-" His eyes widened as a blonde girl walked past, and he stopped what he was saying abruptly.

"Sir?" Ryou asked.

Upon recieving a glare, the man turned back with a smile and scratched his head. "Sorry..."

It clicked right then.

"Kuhn?" Ryou asked.

The man turned to face Ryou. "Do I know you?" He asked. "Because I don't think I've told anyone I don't know about my Online persona."

"It's Haseo." Ryou said.

"Oh, Haseo! How's it goin'?" Kuhn asked.

"It's fine... I just got yelled at by Jaren's daughter."

"Oh, Becca?"

"No, his other daughter, Katie."

"Oh, really?" Kuhn got a devious look in his eyes.

"Yes, and she's eighteen." Ryou said with a sigh.

Kuhn seemed to deflate a little. Then he jumped up. "I'm going to go get payed anyways, so I'm gonna say hi. Maybe you two will end up going out..." Kuhn laughed and dodged out of the way as Ryou reached out to punch him. "Later Haseo!"

"Alright, your room is up there." My father said, gesturing to a spiral staircase. "You'll find everything you'll need to live."

I'd sent everything important over two days before.

"Thanks dad."

"You're welcome honey." He said to me. "I'm going to use the computer for a bit, so make yourself at home."

"Okay." I said, going back to the kitchen.

"Oh, if anyone else knocks, check the list by the door. Anyone with those names will be waiting for me, so just have them come in."

I nodded as my father went down the hall.

I sat down on the couch and picked up my MP3 player. I turned it on and let my headphones hang around my neck, so I could hear if anyone came to the door. Then, after yawning, I put it on a half an hour sleep setting and kicked back.

Fourty-five minutes later someone knocked at the door, disturbing me from a very wonderful dream.

The knock came again, so I shouted "I'm coming!" to the person. I rubbed my eyes and opened the door.

"Hello." The person, a man, said, leaning on the door in a vain attempt to look cool. I yawned and looked at the list.

"Name?"

The man looked startled, as if his cool attempt usually worked. "Kasumi Tomonari."

I blinked, and looked for Kasumi on the list. I couldn't seem to find it.

"Oh, American accent and American father!" Kasumi said. "It's the other way around."

"So your name is Tomonari?"

"Yup."

"Okay then, come in." I yawned again. "My dad should be down in a bit."

"No Becca?" Tomonari asked as he sat down on my spot.

"Nope." I said as I kicked back on the other couch.

"So, you yelled at Ryou?" Tomonari asked.

Before I could answer, my father came down. The two began to talk, and I looked at the clock. It was ten, so I decided to go to sleep. I said good night to my father then crept up the stairs. A few minutes after I'd crawled into bed, I vaguely heard a bottle of Sake pop open. It looked like Dad was going to have a hangover tomorrow.