Hiromi layed back on his bed, staring out the window. His room had a good view of the city. Today: Saturday. No school. He was happy. Hiromi thought about his new father Dai, and his brother, Jun. Dai was sorta okay, but awkward and nervous. Jun, well, he was creepy. The whole dinner, Jun kept his eyes on him. Hiromi got chills everytime Jun got near him.
Hiromi hated this city. That school. Jun. Dai. And, his mother. He hated his mother for marrying Dai. He hated her for making him and Jun share a bed.
Where was Jun now? He didn't care. Jun had been gone since Hiromi opened his eyes. It was a relief he even got sleep. Hiromi couldn't even blink with Jun breathing down his neck all night. Jun. Creepy, scary Jun. Jun's eyes were piercing blue, and Hiromi felt physical pain just looking in them.
"Good morning!" he heard from his doorway.
Hiromi sat up to see Jun, stretching, wearing nothing but underwear. "Eck! Put on some clothes, will ya?"
"Why should I?" Jun s
Hiromi speed walked into class and blindly took a seat. He didn't look up. He didn't want to see anyone staring at him. While everyone else had beautiful black or brown hair, Hiromi was 'gifted' with bright red hairt that fell to his shoulders with e
What was he doing at my house?
Ken Daisuke's blond hair seems like a halo against the night sky. With the light of my house, I can see his eyes clearly. They're icy blue. "Haru, are you surprised?" he asked me with raised eyebrows.
I wanted to ask him everything. I wanted to demand what he was doing here, how he found his way to my house. But I couldn't do that with my father and sister around. "A-am I supposed to be?" I stuttered. I was still in shock.
"Um. No, not really. I guess." He says this as if he's confused. But the smirk on his face is obvious. He's playing with me. He has already chosen what role he plays in this game, Cat and Mouse. And I'm the mouse.
Why was I this shocked? Why couldn't I just gain control of myself. I knew I had to say something, so I said something stupid. Like normal. "Where's Aimi?"
Ken pretends to look around behind him. "Is she supposed to be coming?"
"N-no. I mean, um, what are you doing here?"
Now it's so clear it's shocking.
TheColorOfRainbows2I lie down in my bed, staring up at my ceiling. All the lights are off. I like it dark. The only light is coming from my laptop on my dresser beside my bed. It's beeping with a new e-mail. Maybe from Aimi. Definitely from Aimi. I can't help thinking about Ken. Everytime I spoke to him he got into my head. His face. His stunning blue eyes. The way he was all sweaty after a tennis match.
I rolled over onto my side, wanting the images to go away.
AIMI WOULD YOU STOP MAILING ME! In my fury, I pick up a pillow and toss it at my labtop, knocking it onto the floor. "Crap." Just as I go to pick it up, my door opens.
It's my dad. Wearing a apron. Goof. "HARU! TIME FOR DINNER!"
"Dad, screaming's not really necessary. Don't you think?"
Dad just leaves my room and I follow him down the hall. The hall lights make my eyes hurt. I want to go back to my room. Inside the kitchen, my little sister Kiku and my mom are setting the table. They're all looking stupid i
The bell rings and I walk over to lean on the bike rack. Why? Why do I feel like something else is supposed to be happening? Where do I belong?
"Haru-chan!" Aimi calls. She's running up to me, bright orange hair flowing out behind her.
Crap. I've been trying to get away from her all day. Why won't she just leave me alone? Ever since she confessed her feelings for me, I... I told her I didn't like her like that. She ran away, crying. And now she keeps following me around. "Oh, hi Aimi-chan," I mumbled. I looked away so she could get the point that I don't want to talk to her.
Aimi blinks then smiles. "Ah, Haru-chan. Would you like to walk home with me?"
"Uh, no thanks. I'm kinda waiting for someone," I lied.
"..." blink. "..." blink. "Is it a girl?"
I couldn't hold my eyerolling back. She always got jealous so easily. "No. It's not a girl. It's...my brother."
"OH! Haru I didn't know you had a brother! When can I meet him?"
The look in her eyes was obvious. S