His narrow but round amethyst eyes stared at the blank paper emotionlessly. But if someone looked closely, they could see the anxiety glinted on those eyes.
It was nothing but his assignment; assignment to write a description about his family.
And he must submit it tomorrow, yet he hadn't written even a word.
/That means I have to write about them, right?/
He sighed tiredly. /This is going to be difficult…/
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Their Daily Lives
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Genre: Family – Friendship
Rate: T
Warning: AU, Landkarte's prank on poor Ea, shonen ai hints, and grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: 07-Ghost belongs to Yuki Amemiya and Yukino Ichihara.
Note: Italicized text = Ea's handwriting; italicized and bolded text = Landkarte's handwriting.
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Story 7
~In This Manor~
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Well, since I don't know from where I should start, I'll introduce myself first.
Name's Ea—that's just my nickname since I live with them, apart from my biological family. The real one is Karu Barsburg, but I prefer with the name that consist only of two letters. Shorter, simpler, better.
But that's not the assignment I have to do now.
I'll tell you about my family; not a real one, but not an adopted one too. We just live together in this manor, which was actually Vertrag's—whom you usually know by the name of 'Fea Kreuz' or 'Kreuz Raggs'. Nobody knows the reason why we live together, though. But I feel happier when I'm with them than my own biological family whom I haven't meets since… what… twelve years ago? I started to live with them when I'm four years old, so I don't count it wrong. If you don't believe it, just go ask the light-haired loafer with long bangs on the left side of his face. He stayed longer in this manor than me, by the way.
First, I'm going to tell you about the real owner of this manor: Fea Kreuz, whom I usually call 'Vertrag' like Landkarte and the other resident. I don't know why, but he lives separately from his own family and visited them once or twice a month. He is a blond-man with a pair of blue eyes, taller than me, calmer than me, and has some illness called 'nephew-complex'. Once again, if you don't believe in me, just ask his younger brother who you usually call 'Mr. Class President'. Now he works as a teacher in a kindergarten near our house. He's good with children, same with his older brother but very different with his younger brother. And even though I don't feel the same way, people always said that I have similar personality with him.
Second, it's Zehel that I'm going to talk about with you. He's a tall and muscular man who has just turned 26 this year. If you were with me in elementary school, you'll definitely know who he is; the spiky black-haired man who loves to wear black clothes from head to toe and pick us—Landkarte and I—up every day. He prefers to do prank on us—this time the residents of the manor and that includes me too—and riding Hawkzille than other activities in this world. I ever heard that he has some fan-girls from the time he's still at school, but he never has a girlfriend. Don't ask me the reason, since he always changes the topic of conversation every time I ask him about it.
Third, it's Profe turn; the only woman in the manor who always acts like a mother figure for us. She has long, wavy blond hair with dark purple eyes and proportional body that attracts men who haven't know her yet. Those who haven't know her for a long time may think that she's a purely motherly and gentle and calm, but if you've live long enough with her like me and the other residents, you'll know another side of her that I don't want to talk about here. I'm too afraid that she'll hunt me in both real and dream world later. And yes—I admit that I'm afraid of her and I love her in a way that I love my mother. She loves child and in the same age like Vertrag and Zehel ("Is she?" Ea muttered softly, a question mark hanging above his head. Guessing a woman's age wasn't his speciality after all.), and she works in a nearby orphanage now.
Fourth resident of the manor is Fest; the only man who wear glasses every time in my home. He has short, light orangey hair and warm brown eyes. A gentleman whom I consider as my older brother since the first time I saw him. And he's ours—mine and Landkarte's—babysitter when we're still children, by the way. Along with Relikt who I'll tell you later, of course. And he's one of trio who always hunt Zehel when he did pranks on us, the other being Relikt and Vertrag. His main weapon is his thick dictionary, while Vertrag's is a broom and Relikt's is his own shoes. I don't pity Zehel for that.
The fifth is Relikt, a blond-haired man from Oak family who's the real name I haven't known yet. He never talks much about his real family, and seems to dislike the conversation about them every time someone talks about it. I might be ignorant, but I'm an observant—just in case if you don't know about it.
Last but not least, it's someone who studies in this class too. You must've know him well, since he's very sociable and happy-go-lucky and wears a wide smile on his face at least twice a day. He's the one—and only one, maybe—who can make me go berserk in seconds by only looking at his smirk or listen to his comments about my cheek. I won't tell you about it, since it's a shameful thing to talk about. He has the same height as me. He has golden yellow hair with long bangs on the right side of his face—but he used to have two, he cut it in our elementary graduation—and electric lime eyes with long eyelashes. I would never want to see him holding a knife again, or something that akin of it, just for everyone's safety. And I won't, never and ever and forever in my life, let him ride a Hawkzille again; be it he rides it himself or just sitting behind when I'm the one who ride it. Not if the cost is his leg and the price to buy a new one for Zehel, the real owner of the hawkzille.
And because I've finished describing everyone at my manor, I don't have anything to talk about again. So, please excuse me and I'll do other things I have to do.
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Ea looked at his paper once again before he put it in his book and stood from his place. He sighed heavily and praying mentally that nobody would read it before tomorrow arrived.
Not even a certain light-haired teenager with long bang on the left side of his face, who're still lurking behind the door to Ea's room since the dark-haired teenager started to do his homework with wide smirk on his face.
Living for a long time with Zehel certainly has made you got the 'naughty' personality of his, aren't you, Landkarte?
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At midnight, when Ea's sleeping peacefully inside his thick blanket, someone entered his room soundlessly and walked toward the book that contain the stoic teenager's homework.
He took a pen from the room's owner's pencil case, read it carefully with wide smirk on his face, and started to add something there.
Hope you'll not get a heart attack when you submit your work tomorrow, Ea.
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The next day, when his teacher questioned him about the last line of his description about a certain loafer, Ea shouted hysterically and started to run after the laughing Landkarte across the corridor.
"HOW DARE YOU CHANGING MY HOMEWORK WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, YOU MORON?!"
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Last but not least, it's someone who studies in this class too. You must have know him well, since he's very sociable and happy-go-lucky and wears a wide smile on his face at least twice a day. He's the one—and only one, maybe—who can make me go berserk in seconds by only looking at his smirk or listen to his comments about my cheek. I won't tell you about it, since it's a shameful thing to talk about. He has the same height as me. He has golden yellow hair with long bangs on the right side of his face—but he used to have two, he cut it in our elementary graduation—and electric lime eyes with long eyelashes. I would never want to see him holding a knife again, or something that akin of it, just for everyone's safety. And I won't, never and ever and forever in my life, let him ride a Hawkzille again; be it he rides it himself or just sitting behind when I'm the one who ride it. Not if the cost is his leg and the price to buy a new one for Zehel, the real owner of the hawkzille.
But still, no matter how naughty or annoying he is, I still love him with the same way like usual. *insert kissing emoticon with heart mark here*
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The End.