6:00 a.m.
"Time to wake up, Mikuni," I said as I slid open the door. No response. I walked over to the sleeping lump saying, "Come on. You told me to wake you up so get up or I'll use you alarm clock!" He can't stand the high pitched beeping it makes. Still nothing. I shrugged and thought Whatever, I warned him. I couldn't help but grin as I picked up the alarm clock and pushed the button. There was a problem, though. No sound was coming out. I pressed it a few more times, each one causing my annoyance to grow. Why the hell isn't this damn piece of crap working!... The batteries…
Sure enough, there were no batteries in the clock (I was too eager to annoy him so I hadn't paid attention to whether or not its numbers were showing). "Honestly!" I exclaimed. "How childish can you get, Mikuni?" I supposed I'd have to shake him awake. This idea soon left for fear of him faking his sleep. It wouldn't have been the first time he had done that in order to get into my pants - er, tights. So if I had to make physical contact with him in order to get his lazy ass out of bed, I could always kick him. I thought that this wasn't a bad idea, especially since I was stuck wearing pumps. Might as well put the things to good use.
Alright! Here we go! One… Two… Three – "Aaaaah!"
6:02 a.m.
What a playful little thing my dearest Kanau-chan is! Trying to kick me like that! My guess as to why was that he thought I was still asleep. Perfect. I must say, it was quite awkward getting on top of him. I had to grab his ankle which was caused him to fall flat on his back. I also had to quickly scramble onto him so he wouldn't be able to get up too soon.
Gazing into his icy, blue eyes, I whispered, "How sweet of you to wake me, darling." He cringed at the word "darling". This opened to window of opportunity to tease the little ghost boy. "Why the twitch, Kanau-chan?" I said that with a smirk on my face, by the way. Me smirking and calling him "chan" really ticks him off, which of course is why I do it.
His eyes fixed on me with such a defiant look in them that is made me chuckle at my adorable playmate. "Because," he began, "calling me little pet names is incredibly creepy and it makes me think I'm about to be raped, which, in your case, wouldn't be far fetched. So will you PLEASE get off of me!"
"I will," I muttered. "Eventually." I gently caressed his cheek making him shiver. I leaned forward until our foreheads were touching and whispered, "I dreamed about you last night, Kanau-chan."
"O-oh?" he struggled to respond.
"Mm-hm. I dreamed we were together in a peaceful part of the country. We were drinking tea together and holding each other's hand. We were smiling together. It was nice because we were together and happy. Does that sound nice to you, Kanau? Would you like to go there with me someday, Kanau?"
"How many times have you asked me that?"
I looked away as a sheepish grin crept onto my face. "Why, I have no idea what you're talking about! Heh heh!"
"Yes you do! How many times have you told me that 'dream'!"
"… 216. Well, 217 today."
"Uh-huh. Now get off. I need to make breakfast."
I did as he told me to even though my gut, mind, and heart were seriously protesting against it. It was my conscious that forced me off. I honestly respect Kanau and if we ever did what was commonly referred to as "it", I want it to be mutual. I'm told that it makes it hotter.
7:30 a.m.
Place plate one inch, or a thumb's length, away from the table and serve plate, food, and drink from the left side and the drink on the right front of the diner. Serve from the left, take away from the right. Sit on the right side of the JACKASS.
"Kanau-chan, you always place the table exactly right!" Mikuni praised. "It's amazing!"
I had to raise my eyebrow at this. He had been doing that a lot. I'll have done something as mundane as doing the laundry or mopping the floor and he'll say stuff like, "My clothes have never smelt nicer, Kanau-chan!" or, "Kanau-chan! I can actually see myself in the floors!" It's really quite ridiculous.
"Kanau?" Mikuni said.
"Uh, y-yes?" He had caught me off guard.
I suddenly felt his hand grab my knee and slightly squeeze it. It caused something to happen that I thought would never again after I came to terms with my being a ghost: my body began to heat up.
"Do you feel that?" Mikuni asked.
There was no way in hell I was going to let him know that he was making me hot! "Um… feel what?"
He laughed at me. "Don't play dumb, Kanau-chan! I can see the blush on your cheeks!" Damnit, I thought. I was hoping he wouldn't notice. "I've advanced the spell on the sanctuary. As you've probably guessed already, your body temperature has returned so you can now feel when it is hot, cold, and everything in between. However, you are also susceptible to illnesses, such as a simple fever, and hypothermia, so be careful, alright?"
I stared at him.
"Does this make you happy, Kanau?"
"Why are you doing this!" I yelled. "Since when do you care if I'm happy!"
"Since always."
Freak! That was the word to describe him along with perverted. I figured that all he wanted was to get me to start to trust him so he could get into my tights! No, pants! Wait, I was right the first time! Whatever, it didn't matter. What did matter was that Mikuni was freaking me out with trying to make me as human as possible.
But, I guessed that it was nice of him to do that. Even if it did seem to have perverted intentions behind it. For example, about six days before that, he made it so I was able to taste food again. However, he insisted on feeding me. But since I don't need to eat, I don't. And a week or two before that, he made able to feel pain, bleed, bruise, and all that other fun stuff. Whoopee. I can only guess why he did that and it makes him even more creepy and perverted.
"Done!" Mikuni chirped. "Wonderful meal as always!"
Coming back to my senses, I quickly began to clear the table (from the right of the diner). Before I was able to take his plate, he grabbed me by the waist and I was pulled down into his lap. "You didn't answer me, lovely!" he laughed. I was guessing it was because I was desperately trying to keep the dishes balanced so as not to drop them making them break (that would be just another mess to clean up).
"Answer what?" I asked, my voice showing how annoyed at was at this.
"If you were happy!"
"Right." I sighed. "How many times have you asked me that?"
"Ummm, 493?"
"Sounds correct."
"But are you?"
I quietly got up, cleared the rest of the table, and went to wash the dishes. I've never answered that question. It's because I don't know. I'm torn between him dressing me up in stupid outfits and forcing me into slavery, and him giving me a home and trying to give me back my human qualities.
11:35 a.m.
Kanau's avoiding me again! I thought. He was. After breakfast, he washes the dishes and I go do whatever I'm supposed to do that morning. This could range from "exorcisms" (also known as trying to make a person sane again) to blessing golf clubs. People can be so stupid.
This is why I like Kanau so much! He completely agrees with me on such matters and on occasion this will start a conversation. It's nice to talk to him. He's not nearly as immature as those other three so we're able to have an intelligent talk. And him having the body of a sixteen-year-old, skinny boy's body is a huge bonus!
"Cant's seem to find him anywhere," I mumbled. "Time to start The Hunt!"
The Hunt is one of my favorite activities because if I'm lucky, then it can lead to another favorite activity of mine (fill in the gaps yourself, people). Sadly, I've never been lucky with Kanau. But each hunt leads to new hope!
Now, The Hunt starts by the process of elimination. He had already washed the dishes and wiped off the counter so I knew he wasn't there. And since that was were I was, he was definitely not there. This means that we check the cleaning supplies next!
Let's see, I thought. What you're looking for at this time is which cleaners are and aren't there. I sounded an "Ah-hah!" when I discovered that all of them were indeed there except for one… I really wished I knew what it was. At the time (and still today) I didn't clean anymore since Kanau had been doing it, so I'd forgotten how many we had. When this doesn't work, head to the supply closet.
This soon wasn't needed due to me slipping in the hallway. "So you're mopping, eh?" I chuckled, despite the pain in my back and rear end. "This makes things easier." Back to the process of elimination. There are only a few places in my house with hardwood or tile flooring so I knew that he was most likely not in a carpeted room (he'd gotten wise to The Hunt so he used to trick me and throw me off of his actual path).
Suddenly, a familiar scent went into my nose: the lemony fresh scent of cleaners. All that was left was to follow the smell.
It didn't take long (it never does) to find him once I caught the cleaner's odor. But then I had to stay quiet which is quite difficult when you're excited. I prefer to sneak up on Kanau and give him time to notice me so I have time to really look at him and think.
I'd always marvel at how attractive he was and how smart he was and how he was such a good cook and a hard-working cleaner and everything else I could think of. I figured he worked so hard to keep his mind off of his sempai. And whenever THAT came to mind, I'd always remember how he was one of the people whom I hated most in this world but didn't want dead. My thinking was that if he was dead, he would become a ghost, and could possibly meet up with Kanau again. This could cause more emotional problems for my dearest ghost boy. I would hate that.
"Mikuni?" I heard Kanau squeak. "Is something wrong?"
"Huh?" I stupidly asked.
"You're scowling."
"Oh…" I couldn't help but scowl at the thought of his sempai. There was absolutely no excuse for what he did to Kanau! I can't begin imagine what kind of person would just watch as someone you were supposed to have loved drown and not try to save them! I hope he dies a long and miserable death due to guilt.
I noticed Kanau walking out of the room. I quickly grabbed his wrist before he could leave. Neither of us looked at each other. "Kanau?" I said, eyes downcast.
"Yes?" he answered.
"How long are you going to think about him?"
He sighed. "How many times have you asked me that?"
"… 982 times."
"Uh-huh. I need to go start lunch." I released his wrist and let him leave… for the time being.
PLEASE R&R! A/N: Okay, this is my first fic, so I'm not quite sure how it all works. Damn my computer handicap-ness! If anybody has any questions, please feel free to ask. Also, I'm pretty sure "sempai" is spelled wrong, so get off me! Hope it was worthy of your time!