Hi

Prologue:

Krad let out a yawn as he stretched and got out of bed. It was scorching hot in his room, this was partly due to the fact that it was near noon and the sun was at its peak and partly due to the fact that it was still summer. He headed to the washroom where he brushed his teeth and combed his hair and freshened up for another boring day. Sighing, he mentally waved goodbye to another summer. And with school starting in a couple days, it was only a matter of time before his new uniform came. It'd been awhile since his last house burnt down, and he had been staying at an apartment which his parents had rented at the last minute for him until he moved into his new school's dormitory anyways. His parents were hard to locate as they were constantly trotting the globe, doing business as usual. The result of this was that he found himeslf constantly tossed from the care of one relative to another. And this year, despite his plan to live in dorms, he was still technically under the care of an uncle he rarely saw.

Grabbing eggs from the fridge, he twirled them around before setting them down to crack them one by one into the bowl where he proceeded to beat them up and poured them into the frying pan, listening to them sizzle with his toothbrush still in his mouth. Their sizzling cries were soon left unnoticed by the blond when the doorbell rang. Golden eyes blinked sleepily as he went and answered the door in his pajamas, which consisted of an oversized cream colored shirt with orange boxers.

When he opened the door, he saw the mailman dude, guy, whatever. Did he care? No. Did the mailman dude, guy, whatever care? No. Did he realize that he was still in his pajamas? No. Did the mailman dude, guy, whatever care? Possibly, but either way, he didn't show it, otherwise it'd look unprofessional and oh no, that wouldn't be good, not good at all. In fact, it could result in something so bad that he could actually get fired…well maybe not fired, but he'd get a bad reputation as a 'PJ-hater' and no one liked those.

Anyways, they stared at each other for a long while with neither love nor compassion in the stare. It was more like an oh dear god someone say something or so shoot me now to end this awkwardness stare. And so, Krad, being more or less the breaker of silence, decided to say something. It was simply the very word that usually started conversations, and took some of the tension out of heavy silence. Taking the toothbrush out of his mouth, he spoke. "Hi."

Now 'hi', has many synonyms, like hello, good afternoon, good morning, good day, good whatever, hey, what's up, what up, how's it hanging, and etcetera. Translate those into different languages and there'd be even more ways to greet someone. So basically, there are millions of ways to say hi, most of which are universal.

The parcel man or mailman dude, guy, whatever looked at the parcel in his hand and stated in a very strong and clear voice, "Is there a…" he glanced down at the name again just to make sure he wasn't reading the wrong line, "Krad Hikari here?"

The blonde raised a brow, and gave him the does it look like I have a flatmate or something look. But since he was relatively polite, he nodded. Now he would've said something if it weren't for the toothbrush he'd stuffed back into his mouth earlier. The mailman, who will now officially be known as 'the mailman', gave him a funny look as though in disbelief for some odd reason. Krad sighed and once again had to remove the toothbrush from his mouth to ask the mailman, "Yes?"

That seemed to get the mailman's brain going again. "Um…yes, there's a package for Krad Hikari, which is you…is it not?"

"Yes, that's me…" Did his brain implode or something?

"Well then," The mailman straightened his uniform and handed him the parcel in his hand, "Here's your parcel then. Please sign here."

The blonde gave him one last suspicious look before taking the clipboard and signing it, "Thanks…"

"Thank you and have a nice day."

"You too…"

Krad gave the parcel one of his more thoughtful looks. It was probably the uniform for his new school. What a joyous event, he thought to himself sarcastically. Throwing the package onto the table rather carelessly, he went back to his no longer sizzling eggs. In fact, they were burnt, so completely burnt that no normal human being would be able to digest them properly. Frowning, he glared at the stove, "Damn, I guess I have to make more."

Throwing the poor pitch black eggs out, he grabbed another pair who eventually met the same doom of the frying pan. Only this time, they didn't get thrown into the garbage, because they weren't burnt. The blond scooped the eggs out of the frying pan with his trusty spatula and onto a plate while he threw everything else into the sink. Placing the plate on the table next to the package, he headed off to set his toothbrush down.

After awhile, he finally headed back to the eggs which were now on the table along with his fork. Sitting down, he began to eat in silence. Letting out a yawn, he looked idly at the parcel. The only conclusion he drew from it was that it was clearly a box. Krad stared at it for a rather long time until he finally decided to open it. There was a card attached to it, but he tossed it out without reading it. It was probably useless information anyhow. Then finally, lifting the lid open, his eyes widened.

A moment later a yell could be heard throughout the building.

"What is this!"

Nya~

And kablamo! Another fic is up! After much arguing with myself, I decided to post this up deciding that it was way too much fun to pass up on XD Can you guess what's happening to Krad:) -smiles innocently- Actually I'm currently spazzing at thin air...why? Because my computer won't start up, my computer which has everything in it I have to use my sister's computer...without her knowing. Yea...if I don't update for awhile, you all know what happened...I'm going to have a breakdown if everything gets deleted o.o noooooo...