Chapter Three
Brand New Spaces
The difference between
The sprout and the bean
It is a golden ring
It is a twisted string
_The Sprout and the Bean, Joanne Newsom
"So," the girl says as she drags a white rocking chair that's resting by the bedside over to where we're sitting.
"Tell me why you were leaning out beside I.I.I. last night," her voice and eyes are cold, but her tone isn't entirely unfriendly. She is intimidating though, both of them are, something about those cold violet eyes, as I look at them, I can't help but wonder how my father handled having someone like them for a boss, maybe their old man has kinder eyes.
"It's just…" my eyes flicker back to the clock on the wall and I take a few deep breaths as I watch it tick away.
"It's a long story," I say, hoping that the finality in my tone will keep her from asking anymore questions, it does; almost. She doesn't say anything, just raises an eyebrow and I know I'll end up spilling whether I like it or not.
"My father was…is Yukihira Izumi…"
"I know," her tone is blasé, but her cold violet eyes flash with some emotion that's indecipherable.
"And your mother, is she still Yukihira Yuka?" I blink my eyes slowly; it seems like such an odd question to ask. You can change your mom, can you?
"Yes, that's the problem," I say somewhat bitterly, folding my hands in my lap to keep from fidgeting.
"After my dad died, my mom totally broke down, started doing hard drugs…" I pause and swallow, licking my dry lips futilely. Hotaru cocks her head to the side and Subaru folds his hands and rests his chin onto them, both of them wearing identical expressions of mild curiosity.
So I tell them everything.
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"Do you have anyone you can stay with?" Hotaru asks after I finish, her voice a perfect monotone. It feels embarrassing to answer that I don't, so I lie:
"Yeah, my Uncle lives around here," I say with a nervous chuckle. Hotaru sighs and stands up, walking to the large picture window beside the empty, white bookcase, and pulls the white curtains aside.
"You're lying, Yukihira Kazumi also died;" she says blandly. I mentally curse myself; I shouldn't underestimate her.
"Do you have a job? And please don't lie this time,"
Part of me wonders why she even bothers asking me if she already knows.
"No, I do not have a job currently," I said slowly, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.
"But I have my food card, so I can probably work at a fast food joint or something," I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, this was so awkward.
"No need," she turned from the window and fixed me with those eyes.
"You can work for me," my eyes widened and I turned to Subaru, he offered a small smile.
"Welcome to I.I.I."
A/N: sorry for taking so long! My computer's been acting up :X I hope you enjoy it!