I gave you everything I could...

02

"Is this our new house?" asked Kazuha as he looked at the large three-story house in front of him. She turned to her parents, who were nodding.

"Come on, I'm tired." His father said, walking towards the front door of the house. He opened the door as he felt Kazuha and his wife approaching him.

"Oh, you're here already? Well, welcome!" The agent exclaimed as he approached the family that had just entered, startling them a little. "Ready to see the house? Or do you want to discover it yourselves?" he asked.

Kazuha's mother turned to her. "Kazuha, go upstairs, you might find a room you like." She smiled as she spoke.

"Okay, Mom." Kazuha said, heading for the long stairs. She began to climb them, looking around, trying to familiarize herself with everything she could.

When she reached the second floor, she saw two doors ajar. A little bit of each room was visible, and anyone would think they were bedrooms. Still, Kazuha walked over and stuck his head through the first door. "I guess this will be my parents' room."

She shrugged, looking around the large room a bit, before walking towards the other, which was a slightly smaller room. "And this one mine." she muttered to herself.

The Japanese woman poked her head out and looked around. There was a bathroom and a small door with a little terrace with some tables and chairs on the other side. It was perfect for a cup of coffee or tea in the morning or for any kind of all-day drink after a tiring day. "How cozy." He smiled to himself before walking out the door, looking around.

"What about the stairs to the third floor?" she wondered as she couldn't find the other stairs when she saw a space in the corner where the stairs were. "Silly me."

She rolled her eyes to herself as she climbed the not so long stairs this time, curious as to what she would find. "The balcony, I guess." She thought.

When, at last, she reached the top floor she saw two other doors. "What a mania for two doors."

She went to the nearest door and opened it. She gasped at the sight of the room inside, larger than the one on the second floor. "Wait, what?" Kazuha putrid as she looked around the room, the large closet, the desk. Everything.

Kazuha shook her head and walked out of the room, trying not to be mesmerized by this one. On her way out, she went to the other door, opening it with a little difficulty.

She smiled from ear to ear after seeing the door open after a while, but then exchanging with a surprised and excited face. It was a bay window. A huge bay window.

She took a few steps forward, devastated by what was in her new home. She couldn't believe it. She was going to have a bay window next to her room.

When she looked out the big window she saw the neighbor's house and everything around it.

She froze when she looked around the empty gazebo. "How is it so beautiful?" she asked herself, smiling from ear to ear as she tried to remember everything she saw, the park, the streets, the sky. Everything. Even the pretty houses of her future neighbors.

She was so concentrated with the surroundings when suddenly she saw a figure of a person appear at the window of the neighbor's house in front of her. She had wavy red hair, a slender figure and, apparently, was of a similar height to Kazuha.

"Who is that?" Kazuha spoke to herself, but quickly fell silent when she saw the girl sit down on a chair and start to... sing? Kazuha felt like she was being mesmerized by the girl's angelic yet strong voice.

But, Kazuha froze again when she saw the girl open her eyes wide and turn to where she was.

"How cute." Kazuha whispered to herself.

The Japanese girl swallowed, nervously, and smiled relaxed when she saw the stranger smile and wave her hand in greeting. And, to make a good impression, Kazuha returned it, doing the same, before rushing out of the gazebo.

He even felt the girl burst out laughing.

Kazuha walked down the long stairs of the two floors and saw her parents chatting with the agent, laughing at anything.

Her mother turned and smiled at Kazuha. "How are you doing, Zuha? How do you like the house?"

"I'll take the room on the third floor." Kazuha said quickly, not caring whether her mother understood her or not.

Apparently, her mother did understand her, and smiled. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. And, it's okay, your father and I have taken a room in a hotel so we can rest for today. Tomorrow we'll start moving everything, okay?" his mother explained with a soft all while Kazuha's father continued talking to the agent.

Kazuha simply nodded.

"I'm finally going to be able to get some sleep." She thought, relieved that she'll be able to sleep, since she hadn't slept at all since morning. She couldn't sleep during the flight.

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"Mom, how many boxes are left?" Kazuha asked, a little tired from moving boxes all morning. Even if she does a lot of exercise and works-out a lot, she was still tired. It's not easy to spend two hours moving heavy boxes under the scorching sun.

When she reached the front door, she dropped the large cardboard box, sighing as she turned to her mother.

"Your father is carrying the last one, Zuha." The older woman said, smiling.

The Japanese daughter nodded, looking for her father down the street in front of their new home. He opened the door and walked in, looking at all the boxes inside.

"Honey, can you go to the car for a moment? I forgot one thing. I think it's a box." Kazuha's father asked, not specifying much, as he put the last box inside. He picked up the boxes in front of the door and put them inside.

Kazuha complied and walked out of the house to the car, opening the trunk. Her eyes rolled as she saw what was inside the car. She turned to her father and saw how they had closed the door, her jaw hanging.

He sighed heavily and picked up the large box in the trunk. His eyes immediately widened as wide as they would go.

"How does it weigh so much?" The Japanese girl asked herself as she walked to the door.

When she finally reached her house, she knocked on the door and waited for one of her parents to open. She squeezed her eyes shut and ran inside as fast as she could when her mother opened the door, dropping the heavy box.

"What the hell is in here? Why is it so heavy?" Kazuha asked while shaking her arms. Even though she goes to the gym and works out every day, that box gave her a hard time.

"You know, work stuff." Her father replied, shrugging his shoulders and picking up the box, carrying it to who knows where.

"Kazuha, go to your room and take a shower. And take your suitcases and any boxes that are yours, too." Her mother said as she walked to the living room. "Your father and I will be unpacking everything in the meantime." She added as she looked at her husband, who nodded.

"Are we going somewhere?" The Japanese asked, picking up four boxes with the name 'kazuha', putting one on top of the other. She looked at her parents and started to climb the long stairs, being careful not to fall.

"To your new high school." His father replied.

Kazuha stopped just at the bottom of the stairs, causing the boxes to almost fall. She looked at her parents with her head slightly to the side as she frowned. "Already? If we haven't even settled in."

"We know, Kazuha, but it's better to do it soon." Her mother smiled.

She sighed, continuing her way to her new room. "Okay." The black haired muttered, heading up to the third floor.