Yawn.

Jake leaned back on the sofa, watery eyes focusing on the television. He was home alone and really bored. Nobody's here to shove him out of the sofa and make him walk Scruffy. Nobody's disturbing him by putting a leg on his shoulder while squeezing into the sofa with him. Nobody's asking him to help do a math question even a hamster would know how to do; his hamster could do it, Cheese could. And nobody's here to make weird but somehow-pretty-good little pastries for him. The whole family was out except for him. Dad was at work, Mom took Tovvie to piano class and would probably make a trip to the supermarket and Klaine was highly possibly getting some sunshine and girls while Jake was sulking at home.

"Oh man…" Jake gave a glum look at the woman holding a freshly baked bread in a commercial. His bottom lip jutted out as his looked down at his growling stomach. Klaine told him ten years ago that when he was born, a monster was inside of him and Daddy had to hire an exorcist to exorcise the little demon. But all the exorcist could do was to seal the monster inside of him, and that explains his crazy appetite, he needed to feed one boy and a monster through one mouth. Jake snorted. That scam story is like that guy in a ninja anime where he got a fox inside him. Jake strolled lazily to the window, his hands in his pockets and his back hunched. Scruffy was chasing falling leaves in the frontyard, his tongue flapping at the side of his drooling mouth as he lept up to snatch a falling maple leaf. The yard was littered with leaves like a collage of yellow, orange and maroon. Jake rested his forehead on the window and puffed hot air on the cool glass. "How energetic." commented Jake as Scruffy made another jump at a leaf dancing by. He scratched his back and yawned.

An hour later.

Jake was making a decision, a really tough decision. He stood in front of the very-much-empty fridge, staring really hard at a piece of ham. Having cleared out every single piece of food he could find and could eat, cake, sandwich, soda, instant noodles, tidbits, apples, chocolate bars, almost everything edible he ate it except milk and bacon. The gangster in the house reserved these two items and the penalty for eating them was to receive a heartwarming wrestle between brothers where only one comes out alive. Oh, and also the conetto ice-cream was out of bounds, Tovvie would scream in his ears if he had devoured it.

Jake stared at the piece of honey baked ham, the edges of skin brown and the rest of the meat is pinkish. It looked so tasty but it was the last one left. No! Should leave it for tomorrow's breakfast! Slamming the door shut, Jake turned on his heel and stomped out of the kitchen.But a growl from his stomach made him change his mind and stomp back. His little monster was hungry. Jake gave an evil laugh and slapped the ham on a piece of bread and folded it tight before biting down on it with a blissful expression of love.

After he cleared out the last piece of food he was allowed to touch in mere seconds, he lazily moved himself upstairs. "Hi Cheese!" He greeted his hamster as he flung himself into his bed. He used to have two hamsters but one died a few months ago, it was called Ham. Ham and Cheese was the cutest combination. Tovvie fed Ham some juicy honeydew and the next day Ham was dead, foaming out juice.

Jake took the hamster cage to his bed and took out Cheese. "Don't you miss Ham?" Jake held Cheese in the air while he lied down on the bed. "I wonder where Dad buried him…" He lowered Cheese to his stomach while he tried to recall Ham's burial place. Then, he felt a little stirring on his stomach and something toppling onto the bed. He looked and there was Cheese, on the floor, scrambling out of the room. "Ah! Cheese!" Jake gave a little yelp and followed the little hamster. Hamsters can be a real annoyance when they hide themselves, you don't even know when they will bite on a wire and die.

Jake flustered behind Cheese while chasing it like a walking duck. Cheese soon made its way into the master bedroom and escaped Jake's hands as he ducked underneath Orihime's dressing table. "Shit!" Jake crashed down onto the floor and knocked his head onto the leg of the table with his arms outstretched. "Aaackk! Damn you, Cheese!" Jake squirmed on the floor as his head throbbed from the pain. He heard a little squeak from underneath the dressing table as if Cheese was mocking him. Letting out a frustrated growl and making a mental note to never let Cheese out of the cage again, Jake reached out to grab Cheese. "Aha, little hammie." Cheese did not struggle as it shifted itself into a more comfortable position in Jake's hand, little eyes twinkling at its owner. "Oh no, I'm not going to forgive you." Jake wagged a little finger at the tiny rodent with his lips pouting.

Having put Cheese back into his little cage, Jake went back into his parents' room and searched underneath the dressing table. He knew he touched something when he grabbed Cheese. And he was curious. Maybe it was some family fortune hidden there by his Dad who always seemed a little suspicious. Indeed, his hand found a hard object, a box perhaps. He took out the dusty box and swept away the little dust bunnies on it. "Ooooh, so mysterious." Jake always thought his Dad was a yakuza boss or a secret organisation leader. His fingers were on the lid, ready to reveal the secret within the ancient wooden box but his conscience stopped him. Jake sucked on his upper lip. Its not nice to peek into other people's things. But, he was really curious! Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Jake battled between his two inner-selves while making faces at the wooden box.

"Fine! I'll not look at it!" Jake came to a conclusion and squeezed his eyes shut. Lifting the little box to his ears, he shook it gently. A sound of collision between metal and wood came to his ears. He opened his eyes as he guessed the item in the box. "Its just jewelry?" Jake frowned at the weathered box in his hands. Oh well, I guess its ok to look. Opening the box, Jake revealed a silver necklace. It was a plain necklace, but the little angel on it caught Jake's eyes. He had feathered wings and curly hair. His eyes were closed and his lips curled into a small smile while hugging the heart in his arms, his head lowered to snuggle into it warmly. The baby angel was exquisitely crafted. Jake could not take his eyes off the wings of the angel. They seemed oddly familiar to him, with the little feathers crafted painstakingly onto it.

Jake paused for a moment and pushed the thought aside. He noticed a piece of yellowish paper underneath the necklace, on it wrote "Please read." Jake pulled out the crisp paper and debated to read or not to read. The edges were already yellow and the pen ink seemed to be fading away. The handwriting was curvy and neat. Its beautiful. Since he had already opened the box, Jake decided to just read the goddamn thing already. He opened the folded paper with care, touching the smooth surface with his finger tips. On the paper wrote,

Dear Sir/Madam

Thank you. I don't know how to thank you enough.
I wish you can understand.

Jake cocked an eyebrow

I hope you can love him like your own.

"Now this is getting a little weird…" Jake thought.

At the end of the page were scribbles scattered messily. Compared to the beautiful handwriting from the previous words, those scribbles looked like they were written down in a hurry.

His birthday is 13 June. If one day he would wish to see me, please give him the necklace in the envelope. His real name is Jake Kyles and my name is

"Jakey! We're home!" Jake jumped in fright as Orihime's sweet voice rang through his ears. His heart throbbing behind his ribcage and his hands sweaty, Jake shoved the paper and necklace back into the box and slided it back underneath the dressing table. Dashing out of the room nervously, Jake's mind kept recalling the scribbled words he saw on the secret paper he never should have read.