His Lost Sister

Water

Kenya's POV

It's been a few days since I was released from the hospital and I was on a strict recovery schedule meaning minimal movement, certain "foods" I had to take, medicine, and a support back for my ribs and back

Of course this means no working or helping ration our own food.

Which means BORING weeks of doing nothing. School understood the situation and made sure that I have a restriction order against Mari. My school wanted me to focus on recovery but I asked for online courses so I won't be behind in my classes.

Nishiki and Uta have come by at least twice a week to check up on me, although they've has other reasons why they come to my place.

"No I was here first!"

"Nishiki shush it, Mr. Yoshimura left us in charge to take care of  Kenya."

Nishiki and Uta were currently in my living room trying to see who gets the couch and who gets the bean bag. I personally choose my bed because it's comfortable for me, plus a warm blanket and a fluffy pillow is the best.

The door of my room was open and I could hear the argument of the two ghoul. What a bunch of morons, friendly and caring morons.

"I get the whole couch cause I was here first!"

"Whatever ." I saw Uta sit on the bean bag with a plain face. "No you're supposed to be uncomfortable and bored. Give me the bean bag!" I saw Uta be dragged out of the bean bag and Nishiki sit on the bean bag with an angry face plastered on his face.

I held in a laugh as this argument repeated over and over again. After a good hour, Nishki  came in to check on my injury while Uta would help with the house duties and bring in some food for me.

It was all nice and relaxing until that all ended.

I was sitting on my couch when my door busted down.

"Hey Kenya since I'm here taking care of you and all can I use your washing machine, mine is broken."  Nishiki came in holding  a basket of clothes and another basket behind him with towels and blankets

"Uhh sure, just-"

"Ok thanks you're the best!"

That was weird, I hope Uta isn't like that idiot.

"Hi Kenya." Uta came in with a bag. "Hi Uta." I smiled at him as he sat next to me. "Now don't move, that smile is perfect for a mask I'm making. Let me measure your face."

"Uhhhh ok." Oh geez I don't have good feeling about this.

A few days later....

"HEY KENYA!"  Nishiki busted down the door again, this time he carried a bag of clothes. "Can I use your iron I can't find mine, ok thanks bye." He ran down the hallway with his clothes behind him.

"Morning Kenya, here's the mask you asked for." Uta handed me a new colorful mask. "I never asked for one." I replied back as I sat there confused. "Oh wrong person, well since you're here and all, model the mask for me. Thank you."

Uta smiled at me as he placed the mask over my head and began to take pictures.

Geez don't these guys have other friends that can let them borrow their washing machines and faces.

And now I await for those two morons to come through my door asking to borrow my things and use my face as a mask molder.

As I layed down on my bed I watched some TV drama shows. All the food that the people ate, the way they acted, all the fun times they were able to have. It's something I wish to have as a human.