An Angel With A Tennis Racket

The Letter

Since it was the weekend, I was planning on sleeping in until noon, but my body didn't want to cooperate. No matter what position I tried sleeping in, it felt uncomfortable so I just decided to get out of bed and headed to the bathroom. While in the shower, I heard lots of loud noises coming from downstairs.

'Oh, that's right. The tennis team...Is someone getting murdered?'

I quickly got dress after my shower and ran downstairs to see what was going on. It was now all silent, which was weird. Looking around the living room, everything seemed untouched.

'No bodies...That's a good sign...for now,' I thought, scanning the room again then turning towards the kitchen. 'I might find one soon though.'

Cautiously making my way towards the kitchen, whispers could be heard slipping through the doorway. There was also a thin layer of smoke in the air.

"We didn't wake her up did we?"

"She's a heavy sleeper, right?"

"Is she going to kill us?"

"Jeez...I told you to watch the pan!"

"I did!"

"Are you not worried about our life?"

"All you did was stood there watching it burn!"

"SEE? I watched it!"

"Let it burnnnn! Ohh let it-"

"IDIOT!"

  "Shut up!"  

"We're all gonna die!"

I came around the corner and saw them all crouched down in a circle around a burnt pan. "Did someone try to burn the house down?" I asked while looking around the kitchen, nothing else seemed damaged.

"Haruka!" Nii-sama panicked and hid the pan behind his back. The rest of guys swiftly got up and acted like nothing happened. "Um...What would you like for breakfast?"

I gave him a look that basically said, 'When did you ever cook?' Walking up to the group, I reached behind my brother's back to grab the pan, flipping it around in my hands to examined it before throwing it into the trash can. "Bye bye. Thank you."

That made Nii-sama smiled slightly. It was always my habit to say a thank you and goodbye to something that we broke or used up. Not sure how it came to be. I just feel the need to thank everything that I used.

Glancing back at the guys, I gestured for them to take a seat, to which they did. Checking out what we have left in the fridge and the mess that the troublemakers have made on the kitchen counters, I decided to just make something simple for breakfast. Without much talking, I set out on making french toast for everyone. Mostly because I was craving it. Once done, I handed each of them a plate of the dish and a glass of orange juice, giving myself apple juice. Heh. Mine. All mine.

Picking up my own portion, I turned around and looked at the guys again. "You clean...bye. Thanks," I said before heading out to our backyard garden, hearing them called out:

"Yes ma'am!"

"Thank you for the breakfast!"

I should have probably sat down and ate with them but I wasn't really up to explaining what had happened the night before. Nii-sama had probably told them something anyways, but I didn't want to go into further details.

Placing the plate down onto the table, I walked around, sipping on my glass of apple juice while looking at the flowers. Mother and father had planted so many different kinds of flowers in the garden, but mostly of white lilies since they know that I love them. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the flowery scent for a while before walking back to the table where I had set down my plate.

Coming closer to it, I spotted a piece of paper folded underneath my plate. That wasn't there before, was it?

Carefully removing it from under the plate, I opened it up while glancing around to see if anyone was close by.

It reads:

"Please take better care of yourself...

Whatever happens, stay strong...

Don't give up what you love because it makes you who you are, Scarlet."

I gasped and spun around in full circle. Who could it be? Who was it from?

'They know....He knows...It has to be one of them. Can it?'

Swiftly, I grabbed my plate and headed back inside into the dining room, where they were still eating. They all looked up at me, seemingly worried. "Did something happened?" one of them asked.

I wanted to ask if anyone of them went out into the garden, but it was highly unlikely that they'd know due to that question. They wouldn't have asked that if they noticed someone went out since they all pretty much trust each other and know fully well that none of them wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Well, my brother probably trust them the least if I have to make a comparison but he also know that they were not that perverted. Otherwise, he'd kicked them all out of our house already.

Letting out a soft sigh, I shook my head before sitting down and began eating my french toast. They all still seemed pretty worried until I took a sipped of my apple juice and let out such a satisfied sigh that they started becoming more relaxed.

Yes...Apple juice is love. Apple juice is life. Apple juice is - okay, I'll stop now.