The Nakahara Volumes

Restless Forces: Part 1- Me You or Us

Sunako P.O.V

She felt restless, lying in her bed. Nothing to do in the cold mornings. But Sunako honestly proffered the coldness to the scorching hotness that would peruse. The boys on the other hand, loved it.

Her room looked dark, but even in the darkness the anatomical dolls and jars of biological preserves glistened when the unlikely moon ray passed over them. She hadn't watched many marathons lately. She was too exhausted by uni. All she could do was attend the classes her Aunty had graciously payed for, well graciously for her. For Sunako it was a pain in the ass.

Not only that but seeing as she would one day takes over the company, she now had to look presentable for whatever client or suitor she could bag. This meant no sweat shirts or pants. Her ameba print skirt had been thrown out or burned. The only things Sunako could keep were her rated horror movies, anatomical dolls and biological specimens. And when one day she did somehow bag a suitor, those would all be burned.

She definitely was not in a good position. She heard a creak 'probably Kyouhei getting some food' her first thought was. But then her next thought was 'burglar' and she couldn't risk that.

She slid the rest of her quilt off, and her legs prickled at the new temperature surrounding them. If own she hadn't skipped washing for one week, she might have had some warm pants on, but she was stuck with her shorts, which were for Sunako uncomfortably short.

She slid her slippers on, not intending to walk around the house bear foot, too cold. Her arms, thankfully covered to the elbow, deftly opened the door to the dark room, and she exited, not letting a creak subside.

The Mansion looked more like a haunted house at this time of the night. Then she saw a figure go around the corner, it could be Kyouhei or an intruder at this point.

She followed silently waiting for a tip off.

Whoever it was want very coordinated in the night and seemed to keep nudging plant vases, and sometimes walked into a corner. Still she didn't want to make an assumption, especially when she believed it was a burglar.

If it was Kyouhei, why would he be bad at walking around a mansion they all shard for years, and why go past her room, it's like one of the largest detours he could take. All so the fact that Kyouhei's hair was in a spiky style

In her moment of thought he had slipped past another unseen corner. Sunako quickened her pace to catch up, hoping she hadn't lost hi, in her rendezvous down Kyouhei lane.

It hadn't been a long loss, the perpetrator had walked into the living room.

Not a good sign, Kyouhei would probably have gone to the fridge not the living room.

'Oh no the vase, the expensive one Aunty brought in!' Sunako ran and jumped on the intruder.

It ended in a heavy thud, she sat on top of him(or her?) pinning them to the floor, their head uncomfortably upright against the couch.

Similar' proportions to Kyouhei' long legs and torso, another bishounen.

'But their is a possibility...', she touched where she presumed his head to be, and to her dismay, pulled off a thick black beanie and blonde hair fell in abundance

'Oh shoot...'

"Damn it!" Said the blonde housemate she knew as the creature of light.

Speaking of which she had been calling him Kyouhei all this time, she should stop doing that or it could become a habit.

"Get off me," his voice was soft, being conscious of the housemates sleeping just through the walls above their heads, he's changed

"What were you doing?" I wasn't moving until I got answers, and good ones. I got cold for this.