"I hate you Takashi!" Those words didn't seem to want to leave Takashi alone. As he lay in his bed he couldn't think of anything else than those words his little cousin yelled at him.

How was he supposed to do this? Sure, they had fights before, but never like this. They never went this far. Usually when they had a fight, they would talk it out, and go one like normal.

What if Mitsukuni never wanted to see him again? What if Takashi carelessness was too much, and he wasn't allowed to take care of his cousin anymore? What if he would be kicked out of the family?

Takashi mentally slapped himself for those thoughts. If he lived hundred years ago, than yes, he had a change of being kicked out of his family. But not in this time. Hell, Satoshi and Chicka had more fights in a week than Takashi and Mitsukuni ever had.

Needing to calm himself, he decided he should go for a walk. Not thinking a couple of moments, and just letting his feet tell which way he should go to.

'Maybe this fight is a good thing,' Takashi thought as he walked down some streets. 'Maybe with this fight, Mitsukuni will learn that I'm not always going to be able to be by his side. Perhaps he will learn to take care of himself this time. He needs to learn this somehow.'

He still didn't pay attention where he was going to, until he looked up, and noticed he was standing in front of Haruhi's apartment.

'Now why did I get here?' He wondered. 'Well, only one way to find out…'

Takashi made his way up the stairs, and to the last apartment of the floor. He waited a couple of minutes before knocking.

He wondered if Haruhi would be sleeping already, since it was 11 PM.

'Well, only one way to find out, I'm here already, so it would be a waste of time if I wouldn't try.'

He knocked on the door and heard quiet footsteps coming towards the door.

Haruhi opened the door, and a surprised look came upon her face when she saw Takashi.

"Mori-sempei, what are you doing here?"

should I continue with this one? any ideas are welcome! :)