cold to you [hiroki] Feb 5, 2011 16:58:56 GMT -5
Post by KOUSETSU OOKAMI on Feb 5, 2011 16:58:56 GMT -5
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looking back at me i see that
i never really got it right
i never stop to think of you
i'm always wrapped up in things i cannot win
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Again he reread the note for what he counted to be the twelfth time today hoping he had misread somehow but he knew he hadn't. His uncle really was out and that meant that he was going to have to take care of that boy. The eleven year old sighed at the mere thought. How he wished they had a babysitter. Most of the time his uncle would take care of the red head that much to his misfortune share half of his blood. He felt his hand clutch into fists wrinkling the poor piece of paper but he could care less about that right now. Was the boy even awake right now? He turned to the time to see that it was six. A bit early really, especially considering that this was the weekend, the time where most would sleep in. He suppose he should start making breakfast for the two of them. Normally a brother would know what his sibling want but with how detached he was to his own kin...or half kin anyway, he didn't know anything about him besides from what he looks like. He couldn't even remember the name for that matter. Not that he felt guilty or fretted over it. There was no reason to.
The blond sighed as he started getting out the ingredients. He would just make some eggs and spam. If the kid didn't like it then he could starve. There was no reason to worry about what the red head's taste buds were. Actually the kid should be happy that he was getting something in the first place. Especially seeing how he was the reason why everything was ruined. His mother and father barely talking to each other and soon died. He can still remember that look on their face when he asked them what was wrong. Why didn't his mom just kill that baby or do that procedure to get rid of it. What was it called? Oh yes abortion. She already had a weak body, it was a miracle she survived giving birth to one child, why did she push for two? Especially when the child wasn't even something she was willing to do. Of course his mother was never one to like to kill others so he suppose that would be why but...why did she have to leave everyone behind for that stupid worthless kid?
Kousetsu took out the frying pan before taking out the eggs. Before he even attempted to crack the egg though he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He was suppose to train so that he can clear his mind and not act on impulses or emotions. He would just have to heed to his uncle's request and take care of him. It was just for one day right? It can't be too bad. Besides it wasn't like he had to do anything much besides cooking for him. Yes, he didn't have to get along with that murderer, just tolerate. With that he cracked the egg and soon hear a small sizzle. He also put in some pieces of spam and smiled happy that it turned out well so far. He can remember the firs time he cooked by himself, as their father wallowed in grief, he had to make his own food. He had burnt his hand a bit as he wasn't so sure on how to cook at that time, he just tried his best to copy his mother which wasn't exactly that smart of a move. Surely it was a good thing his uncle came to check up on them a lot.
Once the eggs was the done the male placed it on two plates. Now what to drink...he stared at the selection. Well he suppose he should go ahead and drink some milk. That would be good. With that he reached his hand to get the jug of milk and two cups to pour it into. With the preparations done, he had to do what he dreaded to do. Actually speak to the boy. The thought made him grit his teeth but still he quickly swallowed up his anger and walk upstairs.
Kousetsu open the door to see that his assumption was right, the brat was still asleep. He proceeded over and grab the blanket rather roughly before pulling on it. "Wake up. Uncle is out today. I already make breakfast so come down and eat or just starve." he stated before walking out the door not even giving him a second glance to see if he was going to follow or not. He wanted to see as less of the kid as possible. His steps hurried down stairs as he was rather famished himself and started to eat his eggs.
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NOTES, so close
CREDIT, this post temp was made by LUCI of ON THE EDGE. don't rip, she will raeg.