AN: So, here it is. Please don't be too judgemental about it… Thanks for reading!

Warning - Teenagers, Anime, what did you expect?

Disclaimer - I wish I did but I don't, The pain is real.

"I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING, I SWEAR!" Kenji's voice was loud and clear to Uzume's sharp ears.

'That idiot…' Uzume thought as she glided soundlessly through the house.

In the dim lights of the house and slightly brighter shine of the moon, Uzume's pale skin glowed white, almost giving her the appearance of a ghost. Uzume turned her head towards the bathroom, her natural brown eyes now a glowing blue. She saw Natsuki, in a towel, standing at the door of the bathroom. She also saw Kenji with his hands over his eyes and his back turned.

'What a dork.' She sniped internally.

"The bathrooms all yours…" Uzume hears Natsuki say. Not caring enough to continue eavesdropping, Uzume's eyes returned to their normal hazel and she continued her stroll.

Distantly, she heard the familiar clicking of a keyboard and decided to check it out.

'I didn't know wi-fi worked all the way out here… even with a router.'

She came to a stop in front of an open door, there was a laptop and in front of the laptop was a very tan boy with headphones on. The boy froze and made an irritated sound at the back of his throat.

"I thought I told you-" He turned only to be greeted by the sight of Uzume. Uzume blinked back at him and they stared at each other. And then he opened his mouth.

"Wow, you're really pale." He said with a shocked face. Uzume's eye twitched and she took a calming breath in.

"I'm not pale. I'm porcelain and I'm rocking it." She snapped. The boy blinked at her strange remark and cracked a grin.

"My name's Kazuma." He said. Uzume's anger abated slightly.

"Uzume." She responded back with a slight smile. It was hard to tell, what with Kazuma's dark skin, but Uzume could've almost sworn she saw a twinge of pink dust his cheeks, as he quickly turned away.

"If you're not lost then…" Kazuma trailed off uneasily. Uzume's smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and she narrowed her eyes.

'Rejection, huh? Fine.'

She turned and made for her room, whatever good mood she was in was now gone.

It was a calm evening, but Uzume honestly didn't think it was going to last very long.

"What do you think you're doing here?! Traitor!" Uzume heard the angry voice of Mansuke.

'Sometimes, very rarely, I hate it when I'm right.' Uzume thinks.

She quickly sprung from her makeshift bed and her assigned room and made for the dining room. She arrived, mid-conversation, to see a young man with brown hair dressed what could only be called business casual.

"Have you… eaten yet?" Granny asked, her voice soft. The man smirked.

"I don't need any of your food," He said condescendingly, "As places go, Japan stinks. It's always humid and sticky, the streets are all narrow, and there's too damn many of us." He sat down and poured himself a glass of beer. Quickly drinking his glass, he sighed.

"But the beer's good, at least." Uzume snorted, and just when Natsuki made her appearance, Uzume was making her strategic withdrawal to the kitchen.

Uzume had to admit, even though she didn't see the 'happy' reunion between Natsuki and Wabisuke, hearing it was enough to make her gag.

Also, it was apparently a thing for all women to just convene in the kitchen.

"Um, I don't get it… Who is Wabisuke?" Nana asked as she dried the last of the plates.

"Oh, that's right, you would never have met him…" Rika said, "It's a long story."

"Why beat around the bush? My mother adopted him." Mariko said, a sneer on her face.

"Yeah, because he's great grandpa's illegitimate son," Naomi said.

"Huh?" Nana gaged in shock.

"That kind of thing happened a lot back then," Mariko explained.

Rika jumped in, "That ungrateful punk had the nerve to sell what little property Granny had left to go racing off to America with the money. America! Can you believe it?! ...Geez, who does that?" She sighed irritably.

"Wabisuke, apparently," Uzume said. Everyone's eyes shot to her, surprised looks on their faces.

"Who the heck are you?" Yumi asked, her brows furrowing.

"Uzume Koiso. I'm Kenji's sister."

Naomi gasped and said, "Oh, I remember! You took him down with that kick!" She grinned, "That was awesome."

Uzume smiled sweetly, "It was, wasn't it?"

"Why'd you kick him, though?" Rika asked as she leans on the kitchen counter.

"Because he opened him mouth to speak, and when he speaks he usually ends up embarrassing himself, so I was actually helping him." Uzume shrugged.

Kyoumi laughed, "You and my son Kazuma would be good friends…"

Uzume winced, "I don't think Kazuma agrees with you."

"You've already met him?" Naomi asked. Uzume nodded.

"Tell us what happened!" She and Rika demanded loudly. Uzume flinched and her hands flew to her ears as they rang painfully.

"Please, don't yell… My ears are sensitive." Uzume hissed softly and reluctantly dropped her hands.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Naomi said, a hand pressed to her mouth.

Uzume shook her head gently. "It's fine you didn't know."

"So it started when I stumbled across his room when I was wandering. At first, it was fine, he commented on how pale I was and I told him it was porcelain and he thought it was funny, I guess. He told me his name, then I told him mine. Then he said, and I quote, 'If you're not lost then…' and he turned around. Like I said, I don't think he liked me." Uzume sighed.

But Rika and Naomi just grinned at each other while Kyoumi looked shocked.

Yumi looked at her and said, "I think that means he has a crush on you! Kazuma doesn't offer his name first, he's super emo all the time and kinda cold, but what you described sounded shy, or embarrassed!" She squealed. Uzume just blinked.

"Yeah, right." She said disbelievingly.

'These people are demented.'

AN: In case it wasn't clear, Uzume uses magic. I hope that's not super bad… Please pass judgment on me on your way out. Thank you.

Updated - 11/5/2016

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