DH AN: This chapter was supposed to be Who Ever Knew You, but I started typing and ended up with Chapter Sixteen: Reflected In Eyes that Adore. Please enjoy it. If I didn't make it clear, Kariu was adopted. And within the next few chapters before the date, the whole secret will be nonexistent.

Chapter Sixteen: Reflected In Eyes that Adore

Mhera 1st person POV

I watched as Kariu went up to the door, somewhat shaking. She was and wasn't ready for this. I'm not at liberty to say whether I would be doing the same thing if put in the same scenario. I set a gentle hand on her shoulder.

She turned to me, playfully smiling, her voice placing false blame on me. "Look what you did; now I'm nervous."

I only shrugged, letting a small smile tug at my lips upon seeing her shaking cease. She gave one glance at me before knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal a boy with brown hair and brown eyes. I guessed that he was about Mokuba's age, although I was prepared to be proven wrong; I've never been good at guessing ages.

The boy ran up to Kariu and almost tackled her down on the doorstep with a hug. I smiled at the action and heard Kariu's muffled protests."(Mf).. Off… I missed(mf) you too, but… That's(mf) no reason(mf) to tackle me like that." I started laughing softly, meriting a glare from the emerald eyed twenty one year old brought down at the doorstep by a teenage boy.

"Why don't you introduce yourself." Kariu almost hissed at me. The boy's attention was then turned on me and he started talking about 200 miles a minute.

"HiI'mTakimoto. What'syourname? Doyouliketoplaygames;Ilikegames." He then stopped suddenly and turned to Kariu talking to her at a considerably slower pace. "Is it just me, or does the other girl look like you?"

Kariu seemed slightly fed up with the young Takimoto's antics. "Will you just let us in already?" she heaved, which pained my heart for some odd reason.

I stood watching Takimoto hang his head down with sad eyes, eyes that I knew all too well from glances at myself in the mirror. I knew why that had stricken a chord with me. His voice was more timid. "O-okay sis." He then made way for us to enter, standing clear of the doorway.

I hesitated, having flashes of memories return to me. He was on business for weeks at times. Every time I would show him that he was missed. The affection sometimes was not returned, and I was fine with that. But there was that part of me that mirrored the brown haired boy who I was watching. Every time.

I was brought out of my reverie by a gentle tug on my hand. "Are you alright?" I looked to see Takimoto's brown eyes. "Sorry, my sister has a temper, especially around me." He laughed slowly. "I don't know where she gets it from though."

Without thinking I responded, "She gets it from her father."

"What do you mean? Our father has never shown signs of a temper like my sister's." Takimoto supplied. I mentally slapped myself for saying that last comment.

I quickly covered that loophole that I unconsciously placed "I meant that it reminds me of my father's temper." I ruffled his hair softly as a sibling would do, and was kind of surprised that he didn't react by pulling away. I spoke to him, laughing softly.

"I can understand why you tackled her like that. You missed her." I laughed as I went into the house with him, although the image of the downcast child still lingered in my mind, but it wasn't Takimoto; it was my reflection that lingered there. I wanted to shatter the reflection that mirror of my old life and step over the broken shards; that part of my life was over, and it would never return to cast its haunting shadows over me.

DH: That was not what I intended to write originally, but I like the way it turned out. Next chapter will be Who Ever Knew You, as originally planned. Please Review.