I awoke with a start. Probably because Yuki had some seriously HEAVY music blasting. Like, the kind that GIVES PEOPLE HEART ATTACKS WHEN THEY HEAR IT FIRST THING AFTER PASSING OUT.
I was still in the hall, and Yuki was in the living room rocking out.
Wait. Had all that just been a dream?
PleasePleasePleasePleasePLEASE let it be a dream.
My hand felt sticky. I slowly gathered the strength and the courage to raise it up to my face. Blood. From a paper cut. I looked around the hallway (filled with *queue Oooh-La-La from applicative audience* totally amazing Chinese culture things that Yuki and her dad had brought over to our house when Taaiski had married Mum) to find the cause of my bleeding. In a quote from one of the funniest movies ever, Dodgeball, “NOBODY MAKES ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD!!???!!!”
Ahem. Moving on.
Anyway, I found out how it had happened. The note.
No, you twisted sickos, I’m not going to tell you what the note contained. I think we already know. *GIVES DEATH STARE*
I sighed and let my head rest against the carpet again. I took a moment to compose myself. Then, I politely and thoughtful-not-to-interrupt-the -surely-talented-dancing-that-Yuki-was-more-than-likely-to-be- performing-ly (?) called out, “YUKI GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW BEFORE I EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Sure enough it was effective in bringing my stepsister out of her emolicious trance.
“YES?”
“Hi. Hehehee.”
So I was still feeling a bit woozy.
*sighs.*
“Aria. What do you want?”
“Dinner. And SOME HELP UP WOULD BE NICE. JUST A THOUGHT.”
Yuki pulled me to my feet.
“So what, will we order in from Pauli’s?”
In the end we decided to actually go to Pauli’s shop, because the delivery boy might notice that Mum and Dad weren’t there, as they usually pay by credit card when they order in. Besides, there was a good chance that Tara and Tasha might still be there. They wouldn’t go back to school without me, ‘cuz it would look like I had bunked then.
Turns out they were there. I didn’t hand them the note just yet though, I didn’t need to break down crying in the street right now.
We headed home and the girls came with us. Yuki didn’t mind, she loved them as much as I did, and vice-versa.
We settled down on the seat, Nom-nom-nomming at our sandwiches. I handed Tara the note, and she looked suitably astounded, as did Tasha. They said they would stay the weekend and help out around the house, but I told them to head on home. It would be to hard when they eventually left after the weekend to settle in by ourselves.
That night me and Yuki curled up on the sofa together and bawled, while watching Will Smith movie after Will Smith movie.
In bed I still couldn’t believe what had happened yet. It was…surreal. I mean, my mum had always been headstrong but, wow…she’s gone. It’s up to Yuki and I now.
I decided to get up and stumble my way through the darkness (it was 3 in the morning) to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I stopped at the top of the staircase, after hearing a ruckus (I like that word *beams*) downstairs. Not the ordinary I’m-gunna-go-for-a-midnight-snack-whoops-I’ve-dropped-the-saucepan ruckus but more like someone was killing someone down there.
The note flashed in my mind.
…We are going to find out things you’d be lucky not to know…
…or something to that effect. Either way, Yuki could be in danger, and I would not lose her.
So I raced back into my room and grabbed the samurai sword that Taaiski had given to me on my birthday last year, and cautiously tip-toed down the stairs, holding my breath, hiccups, a few sneezes and a cough.
It was coming from the living room. Now I could hear full on shouting, screaming, clashing, banging, and slicing.
This was not looking good so far.
I weighed up my choices, quicker and quicker as the noise increased.
I closed my eyes, relying once again on that unknown force in my mind…
Wielding sudden clarity, a plan and a samurai sword, I leaped in great bounds towards Taaiski’s study room. Then I climbed up the hatch on the ceiling and crawled my way with epic speed and agility that I had never known I’d had through the air vent.
Eventually I came to the hatch in the vent that lead to the living room. I could see three dark figures clad in black fighting it out like something from a Jackie Chan movie. My new found calmness left as soon as it had come. But my courage stayed. (God, that sounded cheesier than mozzarella. *Note to self. Stop trying to be dramatic, you fail hard at it.)
And with that last thought, I burst in through the hatch, landing in the midst of guns, knives, karate moves and deadly punches.
Shoutout to Eliot, my first fan ever!!! :D I’ll be sure to post a link to her site (where she be typing story. :D) as soon as it’s officially opened to the public. (=
Love,
Pixie
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