Yuko sighed exasperatedly.
"This was not happening." She moaned.
Oh, but it was, to her utter dismay. She slipped her apron on and tied the bandana around her head. She stepped in the kitchen, where the raven-haired young man stood, preparing the ingredients. The two weird little girls (weird in her mind) ran past her, chanting something. However, she did not want to hear what they were saying, so she just zoned out. She felt something jump on her head and she gave a slight squeal. Mokona shouted, "Hello!"
She swatted him off. "Get off, rodent!"
"Awww, is Yuko-chan angry with me?" Mokona teased. Yuko glared at him fiercely. Watanuki turned around and smiled at her.
"Can you cook?" he asked. Yuko raised an eyebrow.
"No, I cannot…well…tell a lie…I can cook very basic things…" Yuko said as she approached the counter. Watanuki started looking around for something, but could not seem to find it. "What is it?"
"It doesn't appear that the idiot didn't pick up the leeks or the cabbage." Watanuki said irritably, referring to Doumeki.
"Do you mean from the supermarket?" Yuko asked. Watanuki nodded. "Oh, so what are you going to do about it then?"
Watanuki looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. He liked the height difference between them. The original Yuko had been taller than he had been, but since he had grown another head taller in the past sixteen years, he was taller than she was.
"Me? Oh no, Yuko-chan, I won't be doing anything." He smiled sardonically, "You're the one who's going to run my errands for me."
Yuko's mouth hung open in shock. "So…I'm just going to be your bitch, is that it?"
"Precisely, Yuko-chan, you're exactly right." Watanuki smirked. "Now, go to the supermarket like good little girl."
If looks could kill, Yuko's glared definitely could. Her ruby eyes looked like they were on fire. She untied her bandana and her apron and took them off. "Fine, I'll go." She said angrily. She put her shoes back on and slammed the door shut on her way out.
She walked down the road, to the large supermarket. It was rather crowded, with it being a Friday.
"Now…he wanted…leeks and cabbage." She said, trying to remind herself of what her "master" wanted.
However, she was so lost in thought that she walked right into someone. She fell to the floor with little whimper. She rubbed her behind, trying to sooth the pain.
"Are you okay?" the person she had bumped into, held his hand out to her. She looked up at the man. Obviously, she did not recognise him, but it was Domeki, doing his shopping for Watanuki. "Hey, haven't I seen you before?" he asked in a monotone voice. Yuko looked straight into his eyes. Domeki narrowed his eyes. Did his eyes deceive him?
"I'm fine, Sir." Nevertheless, the way Yuko spoke now, made him doubt it was she. She spoke like a little school girl, nothing like the Yuko Ichihara he knew. This Yuko was polite and courteous.
"Shizuka-kun, have you got the leeks?" Kohane asked from behind. She looked up at Yuko, who was trying to avert her eyes from Domeki's intense gaze. Kohane's eyes widened.
"Hey, are you…who I think you are?" she asked. Yuko looked up at her.
"It depends on who you are thinking of, miss."
"Are you Yuko Ichihara?"
"What if I am? What's it to you?" Yuko asked, somewhat defensively. Kohane backed up.
"I'm just asking because…you look like someone who we used to know." Kohane said. Yuko raised an eyebrow.
"Well, it seems everyone used to know me." Yuko said, flicking her long raven hair out of the way. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get going…I cannot keep my 'lord and master' waiting. Cheerio!" she said flippantly. Kohane and Doumeki looked at each other, trying to figure out what had happened.
"That was her, I could feel it…and I think we may see her again." Kohane said. Doumeki frowned and nodded.
"I think you're right, Kohane-chan, I think you're right."
A/n I'm so sorry! Major writer's block got in the way. Then I just came up with this chapter today. I hope you enjoyed reading it . It took me forever to write.