~*Miyuki*~
I finished off my cookie, and then went and grabbed another. I sat down at the table and munched. He never really talks about his family, except for his mom and dad. And now this Taisuke is coming back. I only saw a few pictures of them together, and that was when they were like 5 or 6 and they were so adorable. Two little blonds playing in the sand box and climbing in a tree. I always wondered if Kuori knew then that he would grow up to be the kind of person he was today. I snapped myself out of my thoughts and went back to his room. I knocked lightly on his door and walked in. He was laying on his bed. “Yes?” He asked me.
“Do you really care if I spent the night?” I asked.
“No, I don’t care Mi, you should know that.” He said.
“Yeah, ok.” I smiled.
“Will you stay Saturday too?” He asked.
“Maybe.”
“You know that if you do, we stay up to watch our shows. I don’t have a DVR so I can’t cheat and watch it in the morning like some people.”
“Excuse me, it’s not cheating.” I had one, and that what I did most of the time. I didn’t see anything wrong with that.
“Yeah it is.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?” He looked at me. I sighed and pounced on to the bed with him. I landed over him, and then let myself lay on him. “Mi, what are you doing?”
“Laying with you.”
“You mean on me.”
“Same difference.” I smiled.
“No, now move!”
“Oh, be a man and hold a damsel.”
“But you’re not in distress.” He pointed out.
“Oh, I can cry for you if you want me to.”
“Don’t cry, you know I don’t like it when you cry.” I looked up at him and made my eyes start to water. “Don’t.” He laughed a little. I let a few slip out of my eyes. “Stop.” He started tickling me.
“K-Kuori… N-no!” I laughed.
“I told you to stop crying.” He continued. I couldn’t help but to keep laughing. Even though I couldn’t breathe.
“I-I can’t…Breathe…” He stopped and I collapsed into him and tried to catch my breath.
“Have I showed you what Tai looks like?”
“Y-Yeah, two pictures when you both were little. In the sand box and climbing a tree.”
“Hey do you want to help me find a picture of dad?” He asked.
“Sure, but only if you carry me.” He sighed and sat up. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He rolled his eyes, but picked me up and walked out of the room. “I guess this is torture for you.”
“It is.” I looked away. “It was a joke Mi. It’s not a bother.” I held him tighter.
“You’re the only one who I can do this with.”
“Because everyone else would drop you.”
“Because I only trust you this much.” He let me go and then caught me. I gasped and buried my face into his shoulder.
“I wasn’t going to drop you.” He laughed a little. I blushed deeply. He walked in to his parents bedroom and set me down on the bed and went over to the closet.
“Will your parents mind it if we are snooping around in their room?”
“Not really. Besides my mom knows I’m curious.”
“Oh, ok. I am to actually.”
“I think I found it.” He pulled out what looked like an old photo album. I moved over a bit so he could sit next to me. He opened it up and I saw a picture of him mom when she was younger.
“She’s beautiful.”
“She had a lot of freckles.”
“That’s why she’s so pretty.” I said. He flipped the page and I saw a picture of a motorcycle. “Sweet ride!”
“I think we still have that bike.” He said.
“Take me for a ride if you still have it sometime!”
“I think I would have to fix it up a bit.” He said. I laughed as I turned the page then stopped as I saw the next picture.
“What is it?” He asked. I blinked and looked at Kuori, then back at the picture.
“K-Kuori…” I said. He looked down at the photograph.
“It’s…my dad…” I stayed silent. “I really do look like him.”
“Wow, he’s so…”
“So what?” Kuori asked.
“So good looking.” I blushed.
“Really? He laughed. I looked at him and he was smirking. I blushed even deeper.
“Uh, um…” He laughed again.
“It’s alright.” I looked back down and flipped the page. It was a picture of him and Kuori’s mom.
“They look, so happy.”
“They look like they’re in high school.
“Yeah, our age. See how he has his arm around her, how sweet.” He laughed. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s nothing.” He flipped the page.
“Their wedding.” I said quietly.
“My mom looks good in that dress.”
“He looks great in that suit.”
“It suits him ha get it?” Kuori joked. I laughed and playfully pushed him. I flipped to the next page and I grinned.
“Aw, I bet I know who she’s pregnant with.” He blushed.
“Shut up.”
“You’re blushing Kuori.”
“Just flip the page.”
“S-Sorry.” I flipped it and then looked away.
“It’s a family picture.”
“Thats, nice. I would like to see me in one of these.”
“I was a pretty small kid.”
“You were bald.”
“So were you when you were born. All babies are.”
“I wouldn’t know Kuori.” I whispered. I had never seen pictures of me when I was under 3.
“We learned it in school.” My eyes started to sting and I couldn’t stop a few tears. “Miyuki…” I covered my face. I heard him close the album and I got up and ran to his room. “Miyuki…” I heard him behind me and I cried harder when I stopped moving. “Miyuki…” He hugged me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you look at the album.”
“I’ll never know, where I came from.” I cried. “My heritage, family history, traditions. Nothing.”
“Mi…you’ll be alright, calm down…I’m right here.”
“Why? Why didn’t they want me? Did they not love me? What did I do wrong?” I asked.
“Maybe they didn’t feel that they were responsible enough to take care of you so they thought it was best to put you up for adoption. Think about it Mi, if that wouldn’t have happened we wouldn’t be best friends.” He tried reasoning with me.
“I-I understand, but it still hurts Kuori.”
“One day we’ll ask your parents if they knew who your birth parents were.” He said calmly. I held onto him tighter.
“Don’t let me go.” I asked.
“I won’t.”
“Promise? Forever?”
“I promise.” He said. I looked up at him and rubbed my eyes. He smiled and I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Are you alright?” He asked. I chuckled a little.
“Look at me, does it look like I’m alright?”
“Absolutely.” He said. I leaned up against him.
“You’re always so warm.”
“I don’t know why either.” He laughed again. “Hey, you never did tell me if I look like my father, and if you want we could go out to the garage and see if we still have that bike.” He suggested. I looked up at him.
“You’re the spitting image of him.” I said truthfully.
“So do you want to go and see if that bike is still in the garage?” I nodded. “Alright then.” He let me go and walked towards the door. “Let’s go.” I wiped my face off.
“Ok.” I followed him out and he opened the garage door and I saw lots of junk. “Um…we have to go through, all this?”
“There’s not that much in here Mi.” He stated. I carefully stepped over some boxes. He moved something. “I don’t think we have it because it’s pretty hard to misplace a motorcycle.”
“I’m sure your mom could do it though.” My foot caught on the edge of a box and I fell. My knee was all skinned up and I groaned. “Ow…damn it…”
“What did you trip over? Never mind, let’s get your knee cleaned up.” He helped me back up and into the house.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Oh, I don‘t think I’ve ever told you that I actually have a bike. It has a cover over it so the dust can’t get to it.”
“Really? Can I have a ride?” I had never rode on a motorcycle before.
“After we get you cleaned up.” He helped me sit down and grabbed the peroxide, gauze and wrapping.
“A-Alright.” I stuttered. He put a towel under my leg and another on the floor as I fiddled with my hair. Then he opened the peroxide and poured some on my knee. I muffled a squeak as I felt it burn. He cleaned up my knee and poured it once more just to me safe. Then he dried it and bandaged my knee up.
“There, good to go.”
“T-Thank you…” I said softly.
“You’re welcome.” I reached out for his hand. I was lazy and didn’t want to get up on my own. After he pulled me to my feet I hugged him tightly. “You’re welcome.” He repeated and hugged me back.
“Do I get my ride?” I asked.
