"Eh..? It's so...dark. "
Luka stepped in to the small room with dark navy walls and a small overhead light. She sniffed and it smelled like a mix of dust and Febreez... two clashing scents. Like someone had tried to make the place smell good but had failed miserably.
"Yeah, well, it has always been a guest room so we just painted it with whatever we had lying around. " Kiyoteru scratched the back of his neck and sighed.
"The kitchens down the hall and to the left and the bathroom is right beside here. Yuki will be home in about an hour from her friends house. Her room is on the other side of the bathroom. Your curfew is...ah...hmm.. 10pm." Kiyoteru smiled and was about to exit the room.
"Y'know, I am grateful and all for this but I am not going to follow your rules. I am not your daughter. You did not adopt me." Luka sat down on the white oak bed and crossed her legs. She looked smugly at him.
"Damn. I did not think that you would be going through your rebellious phase already. "
Luka gaped at him as Kiyoteru closed her door.
"Oh! I almost forgot, you start at your school in about a week."
Luka continued to gape at the closed door when she fell back on her bed.
" What am I doing here?"
Luka sat up and turned around to see a window that looked out over a semi-busy street. She was about two stories up. She jiggled on the window locks until they popped open and she shoved the window up. She leaned out and her pink hair blew around her face. She smelled the city; it smelled terrible and that is exactly what she loved about it.
She smiled. It slightly resembled home.
She turned around to grab her small brown bag when she thought to herself.
Once I leave, am I coming back?
She slid out the window and jumped down onto the ground leaving the bag behind.
"Oi! Watch it, chick!"
"Shut up, asshat! I was just walking! You about killed me!"
Luka stood in the middle of the road with her hands on her hips. She was glaring at a black limousine with tinted windows. She could not see the persons face but while she was walking across the road that douche almost killed her.
"Y'know what? Screw you! Screw your car! Screw your life! Screw whoever you are driving in there! Screw it!" Luka stomped the rest of the way across the street ignoring the many honks and yells from the waiting cars.
She huffed and pulled her hood up. It was not snowing but it was still just as freezing as it was at home.
"...Idiot about killed me...Imma' kill him. I will..." Luka mumbled to herself as she made her way down the sidewalk.
The streets here were not as busy and there was not nearly as many shops but Luka grinned and her blue eyes lit up when she saw a department store. She peeked in the windows and saw a giant christmas tree in the middle of the room and women with small purses, but with large coats, walking around and examining the cases. It seemed like the first floor of this place was accessories. Perfect.
"Hello, um, how much are those red gloves. I am not seeing a price tag..." Luka spoke to a passing man dressed in a white dress shirt but green and red tie. He glanced at the gloves then looked Luka up and down making note of her gray hoodie and dirty boots.
"Heh, those are the Boleyn Collection. They just came in today and I am pretty sure that they are more than you can afford."
With that the man smirked and walked away.
Luka grinned and closely examined the gloves until she found the price tag. She grabbed them and made her way to the near by restrooms.
She entered the bathrooms and walked into a stall. She used the bathroom and went over to wash her hands. When she grabbed some paper towels to dry them she wadded up the glove that had a tag and quickly ripped off the tag while she was rubbing them with the paper towel. The tag was thrown away.
Luka was about to leave when she sprinkled some water onto the gloves to make it look like she had been out into the cold and wet outside.
She slipped them on her hands and walked out into the store.
She glanced at the man who she had spoken to in the beginning as she made her way to the exit.
"Wait! Hold it right there. Girl, with the pink hair!"
Luka stopped and widened her blue eyes in an innocent way. She twirled around.
"You mean me, sir?"
The man was obviously a security guard. He looked like a wimpy police man.
"Yeah, you! Do you plan on paying for those?" The man grabbed at her gloved hands.
"Eh-"
"Yes, she does. I have the money right here. She was just coming to meet me at the door. "
Luka turned around to see a man - or guy, more like- wearing a black trench coat and bright purple mittens...that matched his purple hair. He had purple eyes too, probably contacts, but the thing that made him look different than the other was that he was grinning so...
Moronically.
"And who might you be?"
"I am her beloved brother. She lost her wallet and had called me and asked if I could help her out for the gloves."
Luka gaped at him then looked at the guard and nodded.
"This is my... beloved brother." Luka smiled sweetly.
"A-are you guys part of the circus...? Because your hair looks like a clowns." The security guard glanced at Lukas pink hair and the mystery mans purple hair that was in a pony tail.
"Well, exCUSEEEE me, Sir, for following the latest trends. Colored hair is in right now, thank you very much." The Mystery man crossed his arm over his chest and looked at the guard.
"So, how much are the gloves?" The Mystery man continued with a grin on his face again.
The security guard looked at a little scanning device.
"450."
"Wow, surprisingly cheap for gloves! Only 4 dollars!"
"No. Four hundred and fifty dollars."
The Mystery Man quickly lost his smile.
"Soooo...Luka. Where do you go to school?"
Luka sat on the warm leather seats of a familiar black limousine. It was familiar because she had previously called the driver an asshat. Heh Heh. She sat beside Kamui, the Mystery Man, rather awkwardly because she had never ridden in a car so nice before and she felt rather embarrassed.
"I don't know. I have not been enrolled yet." Luka saw Kamui's look of surprise and she blushed. This was unlike her. Luka did not feel embarrassed. Luka did not blush.
"Ah, new kid?"
Luka nodded and continued to look down with her pink hair in her face. It was silky because she had showered the day before. Usually, it would have been a mess from her dancing at Truce, the club previously visited, but, due to the fact that her visit there was brief, her hair was normal.
Luka jumped when she felt her hair being pulled a little.
She looked up and saw that Kamui had picked up a strand and was staring at it.
"It looks like cotton candy... that must mean that you are sweet, right?"
"How did my hair lead to that?!"
Kamui grinned and let go of her hair.
Luka was surprised when she was sad when he let go.
"Alright, so, why were trying to steal those gloves?" Kamui tilted his head to the left and his purple hair fell over his head.
Luka shook her head to wipe the thought of him being cute from her mind.
"I was cold. I wanted my hands to be warm. That's all." Luka crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from him.
"Hm, that was simpler than I thought. I thought you were just a girl going through a rebellious phase."
Luka glared at him. "I am 17, so I am not a girl. Please, stop being so god damned condescending. Please."
Luka huffed and leaned back on the seat. She had told the chauffeur her address before she had gotten in and she was now starting to see some vaguely familiar sites when she heard laughing.
She looked and Kamui was laughing his head off.
"Ahahah, You're funny. I like it. Friends?" Kamui smiled and stuck out his hand to her. He stared at her with those purple eyes.
Luka gaped at the hand then closed her mouth and pointed at him.
"On one condition! You have to tell me... do you wear contacts?"
Kamui looked taken back for a second when he put on a sly smile.
"No, I do not. Luka, you will soon learn that there are many mysteries in this world that can't be explained."
He extended his hand a little further to her and she reluctantly took it.
"Friends?"
"Friends."
Why does everyone think that I am going through a rebellious phase? Luka thought.