To Belong

Chapter 1 Wake up will ya!

Author sez* (says): Gah I'm new so I screwed up on the name of the book sowwys and (BTW) I've simply put restricted on the Rating because I have a very strong writing style and to some people that is disturbing (Note (Da da da daaaaa!! Disclaimer!): However this does contain graphic violence, there is also some drug and alcohol reference, nudity, and promiscuity so read at your own risk.)(Pronunciation guide: Tatarime Ta-tar-e-may, Naomi Nie-oh-me. )

"Naomi!" He called she always slept in when she shouldn't. 

"What?!" She called back. 

"We've got to go! Get ready!" He was irritable he'd woke her up three hours ago. 

"Okay! Okay!" She was lying as usual. 

"Don't make me have to get you up again!" His voice was remorseful. What happened to the little nine year old he'd met those years ago. Then again he'd only just turned eleven when he met her. He chuckled at how he'd called her 'child' but she had called him 'mister', although he did look fifteen and probably deserved it. His face went solemn though, when he remembered the first meal they'd shared together, he could only afford cheap fast food and ended up giving her half of what he got for himself. He remembered how he'd got the money. His mother had sneaked it to him right before his father kicked him out with just the clothes on his back. He was thankful to her even though he'd never see her again. 

He was snapped out of his day dreams by snoring, Naomi was asleep again "How many times do I have to tell her to get up?" he asked himself as he walked to her room. He grabbed her wrist and as forcefully as he could (which wasn't much when you think about it) lifted her up and out of bed to find her butt naked. He covered his eyes and fell backwards "NAOMI! How many times do I have to ask you to not sleep naked!?" his face was turning cherry red as he spoke. 

Naomi chuckled "And how many times do I have to tell you not to get me up?" she replied Tatarime couldn't understand how she could not even care if she was seen nude. 

"PUT SOMETHING ON PLEASE!" If it was possible his face would have gone redder. 

"Fine," Naomi sighed and slipped on a loose shirt that managed to cover her up "happy now?"  

"Yes, very." He opened his eyes "Now come on we leave for our flight in an hour get ready." 

"Okay." She headed for the bathroom and Tatarime heard the water start running. 

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"Tatarime! I forgot my towel! Could you get it for me?" Naomi called over the spray of the shower. 

"Coming!" Tatarime called back. He grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom sticking his hand into the shower to hand it to her, then she grabbed it and his arm tossing the towel over the curtain and dragging him in "What the!? STOP!" it was too late when he said it. She'd already yanked him in. 

"Like hell I'm going to the airport with someone who won't take a shower!" She held him down and started with his hair. 

"I was when you got out!" he yelled in protest. 

"No you weren't we both know you hate water!" She rinsed his hair "Besides I'm like your sister Who cares?" 

"I DO!" He tried to get out of her grasp. 

"Not counting you." she had an evil little smile on as she said it. 

"Let me go!" he writhed around as though the water burned 

"Ah,ah,ahhh mister. Your not clean yet," she tore off his shirt and held her nose "the whole place smelt like roses a second ago now its B.O. When did you last shower anyway?" she asked. Tatarime said nothing in return. "That long, huh?" she commented she could read him so well then she snickered "I guess you get the full treatment" she tore off his pants. 

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"Speak of that to anyone and I will murder you." Tatarime stalked out of the bathroom trying to look as serious as he could while covering himself up. Naomi just snickered and started getting dressed.