Yuka's POV
Great. Someone's in my way again. A boy, I think.
"Can you move? I need to leave!" The boy turns. It's Kioshi. "Damn it, Kioshi! Where am I? Why are you here?" I ask. He cocks his head.
"Me? Why are you here?" he asks. His tone isn't dark or lonely, like it usually is. It's... calm. Creepy!
"Where is here?"
"Here."
"No shit, Kio! I wanna know exactly where." He growls, and I laugh. 'Kio' was a nickname Yuu and I gave him. I think that's when we became friends.
"Do. Not. Call. Me. Kio!"
"OK Kioshi. Seriously though. Where am I?" I look around. It looks familiar, even though I have no idea where I am.
"A place." No duh. I'm just gonna give up. I scream when I feel arms hugging me. Kioshi looks at me, and then the guy behind me.
"I'd better go. I'll tell Dad you said 'Hi'," Kioshi says, leaving. Dad? ... I turn around and nearly scream again. It's Cutie! (A/N AKA, Kurama)
"What are you doing here?" I ask. He lets go and leaves. He looks like an angel... And what the hell did Kio mean by 'Dad'? My dad, or his? Wait... He called his dad 'Father' and my dad 'Dad'... WAIT!!
"Yuka? Supper's ready." I sit up instantly. That was a weird dream.
"Auntie, I'll be down in a minute," I assure her. She nods and leaves. I stand up, a bit wobbly, and look out my window.
"AAAAAAHHHH!!" WHAT THE HELL?! IT'S THAT STALKER!! Hiei, I think his name was. HE'S IN THAT TREE ACROSS FROM MY ROOM!!
"Yuka, is something wrong?!"
"When I was little, I told you that I would call the cops on you!" I tell him when I opened my window, ignoring Auntie. He cocks his head slightly and scowls.
"Damn it, it is you." He stands up and leaves. Auntie comes in then.
"Yuka, what happened? Are you OK? Do you need anything?" What I need is for that short bastard to leave me the hell alone! "Yuka, you're shaking!" I am? Sure enough, my arm is practically clicking!
"Au-Auntie, I-I'm fine..." I trail off. What is it with him stalking me?! He's scaring me now.
"Are you sure? You're shaking and sweating." I'm sweating? I wipe my forehead. Damn it. I broke out in a cold sweat.
"I-I j-just n-na-need to calm down, A-Auntie... And t-to wash my f-face in c-co-cold wa-water," I tell her, stuttering. She leads me into the bathroom, and I turn the cold water faucet on, my hand shaking as I did so.
"Wait! Don't- OWW!!" I grab a towel and wipe my face vigorously. I'm taking short, choppy breaths.
"The plumber is coming tomorrow to fix the sinks," she tells me. "So you'll need to turn the hot water faucet on to get cold water." Woulda been nice to know before my face is burning. Geez, it felt like Mom slapped me across the face. Mom... I splash my face with the ice water.
"This feels better," I say, this time without stuttering. Auntie sighs, and then she puts her hands on her hips.
"What happened? Why'd you scream?" I needed to lie on the spot, and first off, I HATE LYING!! Especially to someone like Auntie. Second, she knows when someone's lying. And third, I don't know what to say.
"I thought I saw someone outside, in the tree," I tell her. Well, it is true.
"Was there someone there?" Was there?
"I... really have no clue. It scared me, but I didn't see the person again after blinking." Damn it... A lie.
"OK, would you like to lie down again?" Lie? LIE?! ... Ohh, she means to go back to sleep. THE LIE IS ALREADY EATING ME ALIVE!!
"Uhh, I wanna eat." She laughed.
"Just like your uncle. Always wanting to eat." I laugh too. At least I'm feeling better. But the lying will scar me, just like the scar on my stomach. She leads me down the steps carefully and sits me down at the table, which she must've got in the house while I was asleep. I smelled something. Something that will always make my mouth water... POTATO CHIPS CRUSHED INTO RAMEN!!(1) YUM!!
"I thought you'd want your favorite Osaka-style ramen with potato chips," Auntie says.
"Heck yes! I love it!" She puts a plate in front of me and I start to eat it. Mmm... I love it. Auntie keeps staring at me, looking a little disgusted.
"You eat like your uncle," she commented, shaking her head. Hah! Uncle Tsuyoshi(2). My favorite uncle. He's up there now, with Kioshi and Dad.
"It's good, Auntie!" I exclaim, slurping up some of the noodles. "Mmm..." She laughs.
"That just tells me that it's cook through all the way." I nod.
"That too." I eat some more, but I'm a little nervous to go back upstairs. I mean, that crazy stalker might be up there, and he might watch me sleep! CREEPY!!
"So, when do I get my school uniform?" I ask Auntie. She shrugs.
"I'll call the school, and ask. I can't wait to see you strut your stuff at school!" I nearly choke. Did she seriously say what I think she said?
"Are you gonna watch me while I'm at school?" I ask quietly, drinking some water. She laughs.
"Of course not! ... Just the first few days." I look down at the ground, embarrassed. Whether she's lying or not, that's both creepy and embarrassing. "Ahh, I'm just screwin' with you, Yuka. You know I start working tomorrow anyway." I nod.
"And I know; Wash the dishes tomorrow before you come home from work." She grins.
"Exactly, my little niece. My only niece, I should say." I smile, but feel a little bad for Auntie. She never could have kids, just like Haruka. And the day Uncle died... She just... collapsed. She thought she couldn't live without him. I'm probably the closest thing to Uncle she'll ever have.
"Thanks for supper, Auntie!" I thank her before putting my plate in the sink. I'll have to remember that I need to use the cold faucet for hot water, and vice versa. I kiss Auntie on the cheek and run up the stairs. I'm so tired again. I go in my room and close my window, making sure it was locked and the curtains Auntie unpacked are closed.
I jump on my bed, not even bothering to take off my clothes. But that dream was weird. I mean, Kioshi always thought of my dad as his, mainly because, and I don't mean to boast, but Dad was a lot better than Mr. Sato.
Mr. Sato was always strict, even to his family. He was always telling me, Yuu, and Kioshi what and what not to do. He always told Mrs. Sato when she should get back from the store, if she left alone.
When I was seven, I remembered Kioshi's cousins, aunts, and uncle on his dad's side came over. Mr. Sato was barking orders at them, like, 'NO!! No eating potato chips on the couch!' or, 'No, you can't make dinner tonight,' or this one, 'Yuka, go home! This isn't your family!' ... Ouch.
But Dad was always nice. When Kioshi came over one of the time's Mr. and Mrs. Sato went overseas for a vacation, without Kioshi, he told me, 'I wish your dad was my dad.' Dad told him that day that he can call him 'Dad.' I didn't mind. I thought it was cool! Yuu was also allowed to call Dad 'Dad.' But that was it. Why? Because Yuu and Kioshi were my only friends.
"Yuka!"
"Yeah Auntie?"
"Are you OK?" I love how Auntie is. She was everything and more than Mom before the divorce. I yawn and stretch out my body. I cover myself with a blanket and... zzzz...
JJ: Wow... This raises so many Qs that I don't even know where to begin.
DT: Please don't ask then.
JJ: Then please, wait no... GO HOME!! I miss my laptop. ¬¬
DT: Hey, my computer should be fixed any day now.
JJ: I hope tomorrow. Oh.
DT: (1) - JJ may be young, but she knows how to cook. I spent the night yet again, and last night's supper was GREAT!! Potato chips crushed in ramen was probably the best food I've ever had.
JJ: Hah!
(2) - Tsuyoshi in Japan means 'strong.'
DT: Please review!
JJ: And please tell her to go home! I miss my comps, and I need to update T.
DT: :P But please review!
JJ: Review whore. Bye!