Kotoko Strikes Back!

Chapter 14: The Side Story: HIS STORY

HIS STORY

"Yucks! It tasted so awful!" I complained out in disgust because of the funny taste. "Is that so?" Neechan anxiously dips her index finger into the bowl and gives it a lick. "Yucks!" Neechan quickly spits out the bitter substance out which is supposed to be chocolate, but I guess she would have to try again.

Poor neechan, always a loser whenever she is in the kitchen, why couldn't she just buys the chocolate instead? I am sure that the chocolates that I received from those anonymous girls during the past Valentines were from the gift shops.

"Michi, what have you done to my pot?" Kaasan almost fainted when she couldn't even recognize her precious red pot that my neechan is holding on to.

Konnichiwa! My name is Kenrou Kurozawa, and that loser in the kitchen would be to be my neechan, Michi Kurozawa and the one who almost fainted is my mother Ryoko Kurozawa. We moved into this new house after my father passed away during one month ago. My father had bought it for my mother during her birthday, so she had insisted moving here even if we have to get up extra earlier than usual for school (me) and work (neechan and kaasan).

"Ohayou!"

"You are always late." I shouted mercilessly into Tabe, my best friend's ear. I hate people who are always late and yet I have been best friend with this 'King of Lateness' for so many years, isn't life just ironic?

"My alarm clock wasn't working this morning." Tabe would chatter on with his explanation even when I've chosen to ignore him. Always the same old excuses - alarm clock not working, flat tire and once he even told me that he was locked in his toilet when there isn't even any lock in the first place because I have been to his house for countless time.

"Stop explaining or I will make sure your teeth end up in your pocket." I have to turn my head around to warn him because the noise from the bypassing trains is almost drowning our voice. "Kenrou! Watch out!" I could see Tabe's horrified expression, but it is already too late for me to react. "KYAAAAAA!"

"Your bike will be ready in two days time." The technician informed in a monotonous voice.

"What? Two days? Are you kidding?" I protested out angrily. The accident during this morning was already frustrating because I have to push my bike all the way to school instead of riding it and now this?

"You can ask the rest of the shops, they would need two days too."

"Whatever." I wave my hand to stop that burly man from blabbering on because I really have no mood to listen to him finding excuses for his inefficiency. I decide to throw away all boxes of chocolates into a nearby bin since they would be a burden to me if I have to walk home instead.

Valentine really sucks!

It has been months since we moved into this house and I am getting quite used to the long distance journey to school. "Damn!" I curse while scrutinizing at the scar on my forehead through the mirror. It kind of reminds me of the girl I've clashed into during this morning. Her expressions gave me an impression that she was in great pain, but she just ran off without accepting my apology. What a strange girl.

Her dress code was a resemblance of a country mouse visiting the town for the first time. I wouldn't imagine any Tokyo girls wearing that kind of dress.

"Oh mother, please stop crying. You sounded as if neechan is not coming back." I am trying my best to comfort mother after neechan and her fiancé announced their plan after marriage during the night before.

"Why must she marry a gaijin? WHY? WHY?" Obviously my skill in comforting needs more polishing because mother is now crying louder and harder than minutes ago.