KELI'S POV

I followed Kukai into our…new living space. After our little encounter with the Tsukiyomi soup spokes girl, I can't help but think we'll be seeing a lot more of her. I looked over at my brother who was frantically searching his pockets. "She gave you your phone back right?" I asked sticking my hands in my pockets reassuring me mine was still there.

"Yeah. But I think I'm missing something else," Kukai looked confused. "I could have sworn I had my wallet with me." I put my hands up as a response to the look he gave me. "Don't think I took it, maybe that Kayla girl took it."

A bit of panic shot across his face. "That had my school ID in it. Damnit!" I snickered at his little misfortune. I had a feeling that Kukai wasn't too upset about this. He probably secretly liked her. She was pretty much a friggen athlete the way she tore up those guys like that. I internally face-palmed remembering how I threatened to beat her with a plastic guitar stand. Is it bad that I kind of thought she might go for it? Oh well.

"Don't laugh at me! That was important. I'm not the one who thought saying you could zap her brains out with a piece of plastic."

"Okay first off, I said suck out her brains," I held up one finger. "And two, Well I don't really have a two."

Kukai laughed a bit and ruffled my hair. God I hate when he does that! If I wanted my hair to be all messy I wouldn't have brushed it this morning. "Don't do that."

I walked into the kitchen to grab a coke. America's sweet sweet nectar, thank the high heavens Japan has some. Something else about what happened today bothered me. I know we didn't have much money but I really did not enjoy living in a place that was probably crawling with cockroaches. Nasty things they are, but they'd be quite handy in a nuclear bomb. Just cover myself in them. OK, nope that's gross. Can't do it.

"Keli?" I heard my mom call from outside. "Can you help me with these bags?" I ran over to the door and took the bags from her hands. Looks like she went dinner shopping. I placed the bags on the counter and went back for more, noticing the last one I grabbed felt kind of light for food.

"Hey ma, what's this?" I set the bag down and pulled out its contents. In my hands was a blue and white school uniform. It looked like something straight out of Sailor Moon! I'm not wearing this. I can't wear this. I'm gonna look like a nerd! Which I am but the kids at school don't need to know that yet…

"That's your school uniform. They're required. I figured I'd pick it up this afternoon," she smiled at me.

"But it's a skirt. You know how I feel about skirts."

"Yeah Yeah, it's a crime to wear something so short."

"Exactly!"
"Well tough nubs, you have to wear it or you'll be suspended on your first day," mom's tone was stern. I let out a sigh accepting defeat. She took the uniform from my hands and brought it to my room along with the boy's uniform she bought for Kukai.

I wonder how she's going to react when she finds out he lost his wallet to a thug. I laughed to myself; probably kill him.

Soon mom and Kukai were making dinner together. Something they've done since dad passed away a couple years back. We all took it pretty hard but I think mom had the worst of it. She would look at our old photo albums for hours holding a tissue to her face. All I could do was watch her in pain. I wanted to say something but I knew she'd cry more. I read in a book somewhere that the grieving process is long and its best to let the person work it out on their own. Kukai was pretty out of it for the rest of the school year. He went from being the soccer captain to being one of the bench warmers. That was tough for him…I know how much he loved playing that sport. After I found out about the accident, I locked myself in my room. The first night I cried myself to sleep cursing all types of ways into my pillow. The next few days I'd sing to myself all of the lullaby's he'd sing to me. The guitar I have was his. He named her Beans, the same nickname he called me whenever I was sad or mad. It always made me smile though.

I tuned the strings that were starting to wear. I strummed the melody to a short and sweet tune. Music really helped me get over my dad's death. Without it I probably would have become a big ball of depression. Music is one of those things that can express how you feel without saying one word. Honestly I don't think I'd be myself without an emotional outlet like playing and writing music.

"Dinner's ready!" I heard my brother shout from the kitchen. I set Beans up on her new stand and headed to the dining room.

"Your turn to set the table Keli," Said my mom who was pulling the baked chicken out of the oven. I went to the cabinet and set the table for three. Kukai brought over a bowl of mashed potatoes and set them down in the middle of the table. Once the table was ready, we sat down and piled the food onto our plates.

"Here's to the first of many meals in our new home," holding up a glass my mom looked at Kukai and me. The two of us clinked our cups to the one she was holding up. My face didn't show it but something just didn't sit right with me. If only I could put my tongue on it…

KAYLA'S POV.

After leaving the souma kids, I went to the little market outside the ghetto. It's not expensive at all so I got a few stuff. Sure the cutie with wild hair won't mind if I spend a couple bucks. I headed back to the wonderful ghetto that reeks of sewer acid. My brother is probably off doing his own thing, and tonight is poker night, so I headed to west sides alley where the leader is waiting.

We have an interesting relationship that's weird to explain. Her right hand girl and the brains of her plans is Amy Hinamori. She used to be a very close friend my brother and I considered family. Such a brilliant and gifted person who could have done so many great things, until she was brain washed by Angie Dilurentis. Amy killed her younger sister Amu and both her parents which gave her the taste of blood to join with Angie who also killed her parents. Its a shame really to watch an old friend be converted that way. Heh, I remember when she had a thing for my brother. Bet she still does somewhere.

Anyway, Angie is one powerful screwed up bitch and there is only one reason why she chooses to stick to this gank place after she torched it. Do I know that reason? Not yet. But whatever she has planned I know she wants my brother and I involved. She knows damn well we wont, but she's persistent.

I approached the area with the poker table. There she sat with her long black hair, red painted fingers wrapped around the cigar. I sat down across from her and tossed a bag at her. Like I said, our relationship is complicated.

"Brought you dinner. Mayonnaise instead of mustard just how you like it. Lets play shall we?"

Angie blew out smoke followed with the smirk she always wears. "What are the stakes this time?" she shuffled the cards in her hands.

"Eh. I don't have anything on me right now. So I suppose a little agreement is necessary." I tapped my fingers on the table. I know she found out about the new kids the moment their American selves stepped foot here.

Angie dealt out the cards, seven for each of us. "Name your terms," She said putting the cigar out with her hand.

Before I pick up the cards to see what's in store, I crack my knuckles "pretty new meat huh? Look like they have nice stuff." I took the cards in my hand still not looking at them yet.

"They're Americans. I wouldn't expect them not to," she sets the rest of the deck to the side. No doubt she already had the house scoped out from afar. "I ask again, Your terms?"

"They're simple. I win, they're left alone. Neither gangs mess with them." I fanned out in my hand to glance at them. I have to be careful with her. She has a way of manipulating words to her advantage.

Angie takes a quick peak at her cards. "I win, and well," she shrugged and rested her chin on her hand. "You know what happens."

"I expected that." As soon as I saw my hand I knew I was screwed. As the game played on and we ate our dinner, I kept a careful eye on the surrounding. Amy is around here somewhere, guns loaded waiting for the game to finish. I already have a plan out of here. And I need to guard the house tonight.

Angie played each hand without showing any sign of nervousness. Her face was always focused, never giving anything away. The game was beginning to end and the odds against me were stacked high.

Fuck. Just fucking great. I'm as good as keeping a poker face as she is but I've already lost. The odds were just not "ever" in my favor. I folded. "Guess I'm out of luck this time"

Angie smirked and revealed her cards. They were only slightly higher than the hand I had. "It was a valiant effort," she collected both of our cards. "I'll be sure to let the Americans know what you did for them." An irritating giggle passed her lips.

Oh how it made me twitch. "Cant say I didn't try" I stood to leave and immediately Amy came out from the shadows with her Harley Quinn Bazooka. She smirked and charged it at me. "Shame too. Seemed you had an eye for that boy today" ill tell you right now...these two girls have a way of being everywhere. "So nice of you to drop in Amy, but I must be going for the night." She fired at me but I dodged it. The smoke of the missed fire disguised my get away. The minute I got out of the alley a tough grip pulled me back to east side.

"You heard that?"

"Every word" My brother said to me. We spent that night finishing dinner by the Souma house.