I don't own ANYTHING!

I'm Just Your Problem

Chapter 3

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"So," my sister said as soon as we were situated at the dinner table, "tell me," she cast a look to my brother, sitting stone-faced at the other side of the table, "...us, about this new tutor you don't have to pay."

"Okay…" I said shakily. I knew full-well what my sister was going to ask, not even ask, flat-out say to me. "His name's Ichigo Kurosaki. He's a sophomore at my school. He's got orange hair, like he's been bleaching it since age 5, and these glasses that make him look like a "classy hipster" I guess. He was the first freshman to be tutored by a senior since the beginning of the school. Needless to say, he's pretty talented."

"Is he cute?" There it is.

I let out a deep, breathy sigh, "Yeah, I guess."

"Ooooh! You're gonna be soooo happy together once you realize how much you like him!" I gave her a puzzled look. Why had she used "you like him" instead of "you two like each other"?

"What?"

"Oh come ON! He TOTALLY likes you! He obviously thinks you're talented. What else has he said to you?"

Before I answer my sister's question, which I really, really, don't want to do, I'm going to take a moment to explain my family situation.

When I was nine years old, my parents died in a car crash. Since my sister had turned 22 a couple weeks before, she took me in. My last name wasn't always Kuchiki either. It used to be Saito.

When my sister turned 25, she met a very rich, very nice, man named Byakuya Kuchiki. They got married last year and we dropped the name Saito in favor of Kuchiki. I guess you could say Byakuya's my father, but I love calling him Nii-sama, and that's how he's gonna stay for me.

I discovered my intense love of music and the Arts a few months after my sister and I had moved in with Byakuya. He completely supported me, aiding me in getting into the school I'm going to now, and funding the extra little things I've added to my room. We're a pretty happy little family, and when I learn a group of new songs, I throw a little concert for them and the staff of our house. They always seem to like them.

Anyway, back to my dumb answer to an even dumber question.

"He said I sounded like an angel's choir," I replied, "and… that I was cute."

"Yup!" My sister said, "Together forever! You should invite him over for dinner someti-"

"I don't like him." My brother said, cutting off Hisanna.

"The idea of a tutor?" I said.

"No, this idea of a rapscallion teenage boy!" I rolled my eyes, washed my plate off in the sink, picked up my backpack, waved at my family, and went upstairs.

My room looks like any other 14 1/2 year old girl's bedroom. Four walls, a bed, a closet, a beanbag chair, I even have a pet bunny named Chappy! But there's this other thing in my room. There are two windows in my room, except there's only one visible. I have a closet where the other one should be. Opening the doors to the closet show a comfortable seat, my acoustic guitar, and about a million books. I threw my backpack on one side of the seat and sat down on the other.

My homework didn't take all that long, maybe 35 minutes, so I picked up my guitar. I strummed a few notes before beginning to sing.

"My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips for you

This fire rising through my being
Burning I'm not used to seeing you

I'm still alive, I'm still alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

My hands float up above me
And you whisper you love me
And I begin to fade
Into our secret place

The music makes me sway
The angels singing say we are alone with you
I am alone and they are too with you, you

I'm still alive
I'm still alive
We're still alive

And I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

So I cry
Holy
The light is white
Holy
And I see you
Only You

And I'm alive
I'm still alive
We're still alive

And I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

Take my hand
I give it to you
Now you own me
All I am
You said you would never leave me
I believe you
I believe

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healed…"

While I preferred the original version of the song, there was something about the acoustic version of this song that really got to me. Also, my electric guitar was downstairs and I had no intention of going down there to deal with my sister and her questions and my brother and his stern brotherly disapproval. I picked up my cell phone and turned on my favorite playlist, beginning to text my friends and singing along to the songs.

At around 10:30, my sister came in. Her black her was messy and in her face and she was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts.

"Alright. Lights out. Do I have to take your phone?" She asked.

"K," I replied, "I've just gotta say bye." I was in a group chat with Nemu, Momo, and Nozomi. From what I'd been told, Nel and Rangiku got in a huge fight earlier today over Kami knows what and we were trying to figure out ways to stop the fighting. I typed a quick "bye" and left the chat, setting my phone down next to me on the table. My sister kissed my forehead and ruffled my hair.

"Night sis."

"Night."

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