Finally! The chapter that would introduce Cannon's Uncle! xD Thanks to Kei, Kuroi Rin, Natsumo and GenderlessPerson for reviewing! :D

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I was right about my parents not really caring whether or not to be asked out of the blue to visit my Uncle. I still don't know if I should be happy about it or not…. maybe I shouldn't.

Ah well, since the time I had returned back home (I ran home after everything finished and pretty much locked myself inside my room), I had been in a daze (I made sure to kiss everything with gratitude, and yes I received weird looks from my parents but I didn't care, it's a marshmallow free world!). It was three days after my return I gathered my courage to ask my parents to let me visit my Uncle. They had no qualms, and said something along the lines of 'best to know your family', I didn't really gave a care for the reason and vowed that once this negotiation was over I would never go back to my uncle again. After all, I pretty much loved to live, and freezing to death was not an available option.

I had packed my bags, and was on the next plane to Europe (I had been dead on when mentioning that my parents had booked the next available flight there, makes me suspicious on how much they actually care for me…). The plane ride was pretty boring, not much out of the normality (for which I was secretly glad for), and soon had passed out within ten minutes of taking flight (a world record if I say so myself).

I didn't have much recollection after I had gotten out of the plane, except for the flight attendant trying to wake me up (how I had woken up was a mystery to me, since the next thing I knew I was in a taxi making my way to my Uncle's house). The taxi ride wasn't much either, and I soon found myself standing before a practically…

run down building. I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I took in the scenery, the taximan already gone with his money. "His place is like how it was ten years back…"

I shook my head and headed and made my way to the front of the building. I knocked twice, calling out. "Hey, Uncle Dean, are you home?"

There was no answer. I stood there and shifted my bag, and gave a sigh as I opened the door. "I'm coming in,"

I entered the basic two-room house, dragging my luggage behind me. The house wasn't so large, and it could fit two or three people. It could be pretty livable if it wasn't for the old floorboards that gave way when you didn't watch how much pressure you placed on them, or for the fact that the washroom was a hole, and the only sink was in the kitchen. There was no electricity, so that meant no electronic appliances or a fridge. The food was put in the cupboards, all pretty much worn out to the point of breaking under pressure as well, everything was canned. There was a worn out sofa in the middle of, what is supposed to be, the living room. It was placed on top of the brittle rug that looked like it would tear any second. Thankfully there was a fireplace located in the room, so that was a plus considering that there wasn't a single heater in the whole building.

"Uncle Dean?" I called out, looking around the shabby building. "It can't be that hard to find someone in this building, could it? This is a one-floor building, and everything is out in plain sight!"

I looked over to the bathroom door, closed. I made my way there slowly, stopping every now and then. I finally stopped in front of the door. "Uncle Dean?"

Just then the front door burst open and I was met with the sight of a Sasquatch.

I promptly fainted.

I came about, blinking. The smell of chicken soup filled the air, and I got up with a groan. "Careful, you hit your head pretty hard."

I turned around to face the source of the sound, only to hold my head in hands. "Ugh…"

"I wasn't expecting you to be here so early," The voice chuckled, I identified it as English, my mother tongue. "how's your mother?"

"She's doing well, and dad is with her most of the time when he's home." I answered, lifting my head to look around. The only other occupant was a man in his twenties, blonde hair that was tied into a high tail so that it reached past his shoulder blades. He wore a sweatshirt, with his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and jeans that hugged his legs. His sneakers were also something expensive. I always had the ongoing debate within me that my Uncle might not be as poor as he seems, but then the house that he lives in speaks for a different matter altogether. "We've moved to Japan, in case you haven't known."

"Really? All the way in Japan?" Uncle Dean turned to face me, his young face held surprise. "I wouldn't have guessed that they would choose there…"

"Me either," I sighed, getting up to stretch. "what's for dinner?"

"Chicken soup!" Uncle Dean proudly exclaimed, as he began to serve the food. "It's done, so take your seat and dinner will be served."

I did as I was told, taking a seat on the wooden dining table. I was brought out of my daze when a bowl was placed in front of me. I looked down and was met with a bowl of soup with a whole chicken leg, carrots, onions, and celery. I looked back up at my Uncle and deadpanned. "What the hell is this?"

"Chicken soup of course!" Uncle Dean smiled. "Well? What are you waiting for? Eat up, you must be exhausted!"

"How can I eat this sort of thing?" I demanded, pointing at the whole vegetables. "These aren't even cut properly!"

"You know what they say~" His damn smile was pissing me off. "Looks can be deceiving~"

"I'll die of consumption of the wrong food before I would know the taste!" I shot back. "You can't eat a whole onion!"

"But onion is best when whole…" Uncle Dean gave a small pout in thought. "Apparently they are good for your body if eaten raw."

"What the hell are you reading?" I growled, smacking my head with my hand. "You can't always trust those that give you rubbish!"

"Mm, it was worth a try," He gave a shrug of indifference, before reverting back to his previous attitude. "if you don't eat it, then I might as well have to feed you~"

I froze when his arms went around my neck. I then was hyper aware of him leaning in too close, and immediately pushed back. In my defense it was quite logical. "Okay, okay, I'll eat it! Just… just don't do that again…"

"Mm? What's this? My adorable nephew is swinging the other way?" I did not like the sound of that.

"N-no! I-it's just your imagination, nothing more!" I argued, my face heating up. Damn those moments of pinkness… they really must be getting to my head…

Uncle Dean ruffled my hair and gave a grin. "No worries! I won't tell you parents that you might have a thing with men!"

"I said that's not the point!" I yelled, flustered. I really didn't like this guy at all, taking everything the wrong way…

Dinner was lively with just the two of us…

arguing about that one damn topic (with me sending prayers that I would come out of this visit alive). We had somehow managed to arrange our sleeping bags, both on the floor (which I noticed it was rather dusty). I had asked Uncle Dean to climb up the mountain, and he gave a hum in reply (I wanted to smack him and yell in his face that it wasn't an answer, but I remembered the incident during dinner and stopped myself).

Honestly, I don't even know if my life would continue after this. I should be getting to bed soon.

P.S. I completely forgot to ask where he had gotten the chicken from…