StarLit / Yaoi

StarLit / Chapter 14

I awoke to the strong scent of simmering bacon in the kitchen. Lazily, I stood up and followed the smell that I could already taste in my mouth. Usually, Ayase made a traditional Japanese breakfast, but whenever my mother was home that meant a good American meal. That also meant it was a new recipe and she was far well known for screwing up every new thing she tried.

As I walked through the hallway I could hear people talking. As I passed Kioko's room I realized she was still asleep, so there had to be other people in the kitchen. By the time I got there it was like a slap in the face from dreamland back to reality. There was someone, a blonde boy with pink clips in his hair, sitting at my table eating french toast and Canadian bacon. "Who are you?" I asked.

Suddenly my mother and father emerged from the living room, jumping with joy. "This is Drew! He's an exchange student from America" They shouted in unison and gave each other high fives on a job well done.

"Ah" I yawned and found a seat across from Drew. This wasn't exactly anything new. There had to have been countless Americans in this house before.

See, my parents are heavily into the American culture. Something about the "you can do anything you want" mentality. That probably explains why they're never in Japan and always off in California or New York wasting time. "So how long is he staying here?" I asked, feeling impatient that early in the morning.

My mother gasped as if she were offended. "Don't say that like you think he should leave!"

I sighed. "I wasn't. It's just, we don't have that much room"

She eyed me. "What do you mean? He'll sleep in the guest room. Ayase and I already talked about this months ago"

Months? I clenched my fork in my hand and glared over at Ayase who was busy ignoring the conflict. "You told her months ago and you never told us?" She didn't answer, but I wasn't expecting one anyway. "We already filled the guest room"

My mother gave me a confused look. "With who?"

We, or should I say I, spent a good few minutes explaining to them who Yuki was and why he was living at my house now. For the first time, I honestly thought that I would make my mother cry. She just stood there, taking in the story and, when I was done, averted her eyes from me. "That's really sad," she said.

I think I might have made our American friend rather uncomfortable. He just stared at me as he ate the Canadian bacon. I had to wonder if he even knew what we were talking about.

"Speaking of Yuki," Ayase said, sitting down with a cup of coffee in her hand. "The police department called. They want some information on his family and I guess his uncle just won't give it to them. Is he awake?"

"I don't think so"

She gestured down the hall and I frowned at her. She gestured again and I continued to frown. "Go get him" She finally said and I stood up from the table.

The guest room's door was closed so I knocked on it. I could hear Yuki moving around. "Yeah?"

"Hey, Ayase wants to talk to you"

"O-okay. I'll be right out"

I ventured back to the kitchen where I saw Drew getting up from the table to place his plate in the seat. I remember hearing from some people that all American's were fat, but looking at this kid you'd assume he never ate. Be it the baggy clothes or his small frame, but this kid definitely looked malnourished. I had plenty to say that would insult this kid, but I decided to keep it all in my head as he sat back down across from me.

"So, where are you from Drew?" Ayase asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I'm from Manhatten" He answered fluently.