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Aiko's POV
'It's 5 p.m. and I'm finally back home,' I thought, exhausted. I collapsed on the couch, the mountainous bags of clothing and etc. piled onto the floor.
"Ahh... I see you've come back home, miss, would you like anything to eat or drink?" June, one of our servants asked.
"Mmm..." I thought, "What do we have, June?" I asked.
"Well, we could make anything you'd like," she offered with a small smile.
"Oh, well how about a fruit salad? For everyone, of course." I replied.
"You mean for Master Kazuki, Mistress Kazuki, and you?" she asked, unsure.
"No, I mean for EVERYONE," I made sure to emphasize on everyone.
"Alright," she looked ecstatic and turned to leave.
"Wait, ummm... would it be alright if I, maybe, help make it? If you don't mind, that is," I asked. It's been a while since I last cooked or made anything, for that matter.
"Umm...if you want to, I guess," she answered. I smiled brightly and followed her to the kitchen, skipping. She giggled at me.
~1 hour Later~
'Damn it, where'd they go?' I thought, panicking. I looked down at my, now, fruit and cream covered shirt. I sweatdropped.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey."
I jumped upon contact and said, "Shit! You scared me, June!"
"Oh , sorry," she said and held back a smile.
"Sure, sure, now where are the others?" I asked.
"Somewhere in this place," she replied, bluntly.
"You're very..erm...helpful," I replied, with a roll of my eyes. I was joking, of course, and she knew that. Just as I said this, the others came out of their hiding places and ambushed us, throwing a variety of fruits. June and I grabbed both of our squirt guns filled with cream and sprayed them with it. All in all, it was a war all up in here. Minutes passed and we all passed out on the floor, laughing. Then, we heard the doors open.
"I'm back~!" my father exclaimed as my mother walked behind him. My eyes widened. 'Oh, crap!' I thought.
"Welcome home, Mom, Dad," I said weakly with a lopsided grin. It was my classic "Oh-crap-please-don't let-me-be-in-too-much-trouble" grin that my mother knew oh so very well and quite possibly told my dad about. As my mother opened her mouth, I got ready to hear an earful, but I didn't expect the words that all of a sudden came out of her mouth.
"Looks like you all had fun," she said, smiling.
"Uh, yeah we did actually," I started," but, I guess now we have to clean this up, huh?"
"We're sorry, ma'am, we didn't mean to play around. We-we'll clean it up right this instant!" June exclaimed, regretfully and bowed repeatedly, while the others nodded and also bowed.
"Oh please, it's quite alright, really. It's good that you all had fun, you are still human, after all," Mom said.
"Right, I mean, what's work without play, right?" my dad agreed, good naturedly. Everyone seemed to have let out a breath of relief, mentally thanking my parents for not firing them.
"So," my dad paused, "I heard you made fruit salad, where is it?" Everyone, including me, tensed at this.
"Uhh..." I chuckled, nervously, "we're, umm, we're wearing most of it, but we made some beforehand that you can eat!" I answered hurriedly. Mom and Dad laughed.
"We should have known, dear!" my mom exclaimed.
~On Monday~
I hummed as I opened my boxes full of my things from America. Today, I was going to start unpacking and organize my room. Then, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I yelled. The door opened and revealed my father and a couple other men holding a bed and vanity. "Oh, hey Dad, what's all this?" I asked, curiously.
"You're furniture, of course!" he replied, grinning.
'My furniture? These don't look like the ones from America,' I thought. "I'm guessing these are brand new," I asked.
"Yep," he chirped. I sweatdropped, I told him to stop buying me things, and here he goes spoiling me.
I sighed and got up, "Thanks, Dad," I said as I hugged him. We put my furniture where they were supposed to be, for now. Apparently, a well-known fashion designer who also does well in interior designing friend of my mom is coming over sometime this week and helping me figure out what my room should look like. After that, I shooed them out of my room and went to bed.
When I woke up the next day, a delicious scent invaded my nostrils. The smell consisted of bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, orange juice, and coffee. I walked outside to our balcony and sure enough, there it was. I went and hugged Mom then Dad, greeting them good morning. After I ate, I showered and got dressed. Mom's friend was going to be coming over today. I decided to wear a strapless tribal print romper, I figured there would be a lot of moving, so, I might as well be comfortable.
