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Due to the incident that happened yesterday, school was cancelled today. I wanted to sleep in this morning, and probably watch some anima. Just stay in bed today. But that wasn't about to happen. I heard Enji screaming in his office waking the entire house up. 

"EVERYONE GET IN THE LIVING ROOM, RIGHT. NOW!" I hear him yell again. Knowing he is already angry, I decide to listen to him. I throw the covers off me and get out of bed. I walk out of my room and am met with a sleepy Shoto. 

"Morning," he says tiredly, rubbing his eye. 

"Morning," I reply matching his energy perfectly. 

We walk to the living room and see that Fuyumi walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. She typically woke up early to make breakfast for everyone. 
The three of us sat on the couch and waited for Enji to enter the room. We sat in silence because we wanted to listen for his footsteps, but also because we were all tired and wanted to go back to bed. We wait for a few minutes when we hear light footsteps. We turn to see Natsuo walking into the living room more tired than us. "Morning," Fuyumi said as happy as she could to her tired brother. 

He didn't reply with words. He waved a tired wave and sat down next to her rubbing his eye. "Why are we up so early?" He asks, his voice deeper than normal because he just woke up too. He is a college student and was up late last night studying. 

"We don't know. Enji hasn't come out of his office yet," I explain. He nods showing he understood. As if on queue, we heard Enji's office door open and loud footsteps coming towards the living room. We listened to the footsteps watching a glowing light come closer and closer to us. Finally, Enji came into view as he stepped into the living room. He walked in front of us with a piece of paper in his hand. He stood in front of us looking directly at me. 

"Does anyone want to explain why one of my credit cards was maxed at a Jewelry store on the first day of school?" He asks, his voice bouncing around us like a bouncy ball. Shoto and Fuyumi were both intimidated, but Natsuo and I didn't care. "Who went to a Jewelry store on the first day of school?" He asks even more furious as if our silence was adding fuel to his flaming anger. 

I finally decided to speak up, because I knew how his voice affected Fuyumi. "I did it," I start. Everyone looks at me shocked. "I took my friends on a shopping trip and got some new jewelry. Sue me," I roll my eyes. 

That was the final straw. It was as if his bomb of anger had just exploded. His whole body erupted in flames he was so mad. As if everything was moving in slow-motion, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the training room or what we like to call, the punishment room. Natsuo tried to run up and grab me but Enji slapped him so hard, that it knocked him to the ground. 

I was trying to pull my arm away from him like he was pulling me to my death. He throws me in the room locking the door and walks over to one of the corners to do something. I quickly pull out my phone and text Mina. 

Bestie <3

are you home???

Before I was able to send a response, Enji swipped the phone out of my hands and threw it on a table near the door. "I gave you a home," he says angrily swinging his fist near my face, but I managed to dodge it before he could land his punch. "I let you stay here with me and my family," He throws another punch with his other hand. This one was a lot faster and just barely skinned my face. I was backing up to try and avoid punches. "I take you in as my own," He finally landed on of his punches. He punched me right in the gut, knocking all the wind out of me. "And this is how you thank me?" he punches my gut again causing me to fall to the ground. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. "You think you're going to be like your father if you are wasting time shopping or hanging out with friends instead of training?" This time, he kicked you in the gut. "Lets see how that's working for you,"

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