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thirty three

today was the day.

i smoothed out the long off red dress as i stared into the mirror of my hotel room. my hair was curled softly, half of it swept up into a bun in the back of my head while the rest scattered around my bare back. my make up was fully done for once, i look different but the same, i don't like it. my eyes flickered to the side of the mirror and saw two stares on my back. i turned around to face them but no words came out. kyo was pressed into ichigo's side, clutching him tightly. ichigo was trying to hold back his emotions, trying to revert back to the reserved boy he used to be.

"can i join?" i tried to smile but i couldn't either. the two made room for me in the middle. i sat down and both boys laid on me, kyo's head on my lap, ichigo's head on my shoulder. she told us about her plan, right before we got here last night. she wants to take us to america- is as in kyo and i. she swears i'll win because of my last name, so if i do win we'll be headed there anyway but if we lose she wants to take us there to re-compete. she wants to have me compete until my hands fall off pretty much.

why am i doing this? i sighed aloud, my reason was bland but it meant a lot to me. i wanted to see my dad, he apparently in america, she promised to take me to him. i begged for ichigo to come but she threatened to tell his parents i was trying to kidnap him- ridiculous. i doubt his parents would believe that..but i didn't want to risk that.

"please don't play," kyo gripped my dress. "onee-chan please don't play." he started to cry. "we can leave again..okay.." he wouldn't look up at me. "you..me..ichi..we can live together forever." he buried his head into my lap, his sobs still very loud. "i want my family!" his hot tears and breath were felt through the fabric. "don't make me lose my family!" he cried harder and started to hyperventilate. i went to speak but stopped when i felt a shudder on my shoulder, i quickly looked over and saw ichigo crying. "ichigo.." i whispered feeling my own eyes welt up.

"don't leave me.." he said softly. "please don't leave me..you're my family..i don't care what anyone says..i only want you and kyo!" he scrunched his face tightly together and wouldn't look at me either. my heart broke, i can't do this. i care more about them than i do a man who walked out on me years ago. i have to pull my name. i can call ichigo's parents and explain everything and ask- no beg to let ichigo stay with us. i opened my mouth to tell them to pack up but was interrupted by the hotel door slamming open. "what're you two doing!!" our mother screeched and marched over to us.

"you'll ruin her dress!! get off!!" she scolded and went to shove off kyo but thankfully ichigo pulled him into his chest. "don't ever touch him!" ichigo spat glaring daggers at her. she let out a harsh gasp and raised her hand to hit him. i quickly grabbed her hand and stepped closer to her, "never raise your hand to my brothers ever again." i said with so much hatred it dripped off my words. "you ungrateful-" she whipped her hand out of my hold and spun around, "let's go! that girl is just now finishing up and she was better than you." her voice was like a knife. "move it!" she yelled making me jump.

"n-no!" i yelled back. i watched as she rose her shoulders and slowly turned to face me, her fingers digging into my collar bone. "you want to tell me no!" she yelled softly. "if you don't play, i will not only tell that boys parents that you took their snobby kid but i'll tell the cops you kidnapped kyo too-"

"no!"

"oh yes! so get your ungrateful, useless ass down to that stage!" she shouted as she grabbed my wrist roughly. she was pulling me so roughly i didn't have time to even glance back at ichigo and kyo. she pulled me into the elevator, i almost fell over from the force and the heels. "your teachers down there, don't act stupid." she huffed fixing her overly hair sprayed up-do.

the ride was short and quickly we were backstage. there was nervous teens all around us, some where pacing with their instrument while others were looking like were about to puke. "airie!" the familiar voice of ms. honda hit my ears. i looked up and saw her waving her hand near the curtain. my mother glanced at me once more with her nasty look before switching into her role. "airie, darling are you alright?" ms. honda cradled my cheek softly. "i'm fi-" my mother cut me off and swatted her hand away. "she's just nervous!" she laughed to hard.