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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on May 15, 2008 0:40:27 GMT -5
Yuo chuckled and jumped down from the couch. He ran over and reached down to hold onto the same handle as her.
"Just keep pulling." he encouraged as he began to back up, tugging the trunk with him as it slid across the ground.
"This would be a good training exercise, it would strength the upper body." he said to her, still tugging the trunk. He really hadn't wanted to move from that position on the couch with Haruka. But he knew it would end, he also knew that it would happen again, as long as Haruka permitted it.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on May 15, 2008 0:47:09 GMT -5
Haruka groaned. "You're making fun of me aren't you?" she said, glancing back at him with a somewhat ticked smirk. Of course, she was not angry or anything. It was a bit insulting. "Not all of us can be muscular.... I have more than what i need muscularly. As long as i can do gymnastics, i'm content..." she looked back down at the handle, finally they managed to get it to a good spot. She released the handle and sighed. "Muscle head..." she muttered under her breath as she sat back down, patting the seat next to her before she leaned down to open up the trunk.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on May 15, 2008 0:52:12 GMT -5
Yuo chuckled as he sat down by her.
"No, I was just saying it would be a good training exercise." he said.
"You're strong, maybe not as much muscular wise. But trust me, you're strong." he said, leaning his chin on his hands.
"Not every is muscular, I'm not stupid. Sometimes I regret going off to train for those 3 years. Being muscular isn't the most enjoyable thing after 3 years of stiffness." he smiled a bit.
"Let's just look through the trunk. I want to see all the other things your mother put in here."
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on May 15, 2008 0:57:35 GMT -5
She gave him a strange look. "Stiffness?" she asked. She did not understand the way he had used the word. 'Being muscular isn't the most enjoyable thing after 3 years of stiffness.' Whatever that was supposed to mean.
She gave a sigh, scooting over slightly so that her side was pressed to his before she leaned down and took out the few things they had already looked at. TWo things caught her eye: A musical box, and a journal. She pulled them out. "Hm... i remember this..." she held the music box up, "But i've never seen this before..." she glanced down to the leather bound journal.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on May 15, 2008 10:22:42 GMT -5
Yuo looked at the music box.
"The music box looks very nice." he said. His eyes then wandered over the journal.
"It looks like the one my father kept. Maybe it was a journal your mother kept." Yuo suggested.
"Open it up." he said, motioning to the journal.
"Maybe she wrote something in there that would help bring back a few memories for you." he said, putting his hand on her shoulder and pecking her cheek. Yuo knew of the journal that his father had left him. It contained everything from his father's teenage years, up until the day he left.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on May 15, 2008 10:26:53 GMT -5
Haruka set the music box on the coffee table in front of them and turned her attention to the journal. The golden clasp on the front seemed to be a lock of some sort. To her dismay it was sealed. "Darn... key... key..." she mumbled, leaning back down to the trunk and pulling away to see the bottom of it. Then, lifting up carfully, she removed the padding. She smirked. There is was, hopefully the key to the diary. She picked it up and held it proudly. "I at least remembered where mother hid things..." she picked at the lock on the cover and it clicked. Again being careful, she opened the aged pages of the journal.
She looked it over. The writting was almost too scribbled for her to make out. This definetly was not her mothers. It looked like the writting of a six year old.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on May 15, 2008 17:43:47 GMT -5
Yuo looked at the writing, also confused.
"Is that...your writing?" he asked, reaching over and pointing to the writing.
"I really don't think that's your mother's writing. So wouldn't it be yours or your sisters?" he asked, looking at her, just curious as to whose writing this was. He was definitely sure that it wasn't Haruka's mothers writing, his own mothers script was beautiful and delicate. Yuo just looked at the writing, trying to make out what it said, or at least some of what it said. He wasn't having much luck.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on May 15, 2008 19:35:24 GMT -5
Haruka shrugged. "I suppose you would be right... mine or my sisters..." she said in agreement, squinting to try and read the script. "But i'm certain i didn't keep one of these. I was just starting to learn to read and write before we left... So i'm guessing it's Juni's..."
Tracing her finger over the ink on the page, she was finally able to manage to read the first sentence. She read aloud. " 'It's not fair. Haruka always gets to play down by the creek with all the boys. But when i try, they say no girls allowed.' " she could not help but laugh. " 'I don't know why i try. And when she got home she stuffed that stupid frog into my dresser.' " she laughed again.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on May 15, 2008 19:41:00 GMT -5
Yuo laughed.
"You put a frog in her dresser?" he asked, looking at her unbelieveably.
"I didn't think you'd do that! Especially if your sister was extremely jealous of you." he said, chuckling.
'It reminds me of what father wrote about when I was 2 and sticking worms in my pocket." he thought.
"My father wrote in his journal about me sticking worms in my pocket when I was two. He wrote, 'Yuo's been sticking worms in his pocket again today. Misuki has been complaining about finding squished worms everywhere. She doesn't punish him for it though, which I don't understand.' " Yuo quoted his fathers writing.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on May 15, 2008 19:45:03 GMT -5
Haruka grinned as she looked up to him. "Well, keep in mind at the time I just thought we were siblings that loved eachother... i guess i was wrong..." she shrugged. "But... yeah.. i stuck a frog in her dresser... But it was only until i could convince mom to let me keep it..." she rubbed her head. Not being able to believe that she had done this when she was young. "I think i was... three or four at the time."
She looked at him in surprise as he told his own little story. "Worms...?" she repeated him in disbelief. "Worms!?" she laughed. "Wow...."
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on May 15, 2008 19:51:24 GMT -5
Yuo nodded.
"Yup, worms." he said.
"Worms, dirt, and other bugs." Yuo had a big smile on his face.
"I use to think they were like cats and dogs...pets." he said.
"Mother just hated it. I'd hear her scream when she was doing laundry and then she'd come and talk to me, telling me not to stick worms in my pocket. I never listened. I was only two at the time." he said.
"Flip the page, let's see what else your sister wrote." he said.
"I still can't believe you actually stuk a frog in her dresser."
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on May 15, 2008 19:57:11 GMT -5
Haruka shook her head. "Imagine that... what is it with boys and their bugs?" she said with a snicker. She pulled over the page and flipped it to the next, revealing a new entry. She was not exactly sure if she wanted to read some of it. What if it said something extremely cruel, or something about her hatred toward her.
Despite her fears, she read aloud again. " 'So, mom's sick. Personally I think it's Haruka's fault.' " she frowned for a moment before she went on, " 'It's all the darn mud she was putting in the tea. I think it poisoned her. Everything is always her fault, so it wouldn't surprise me...' "
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on May 15, 2008 20:01:39 GMT -5
Yuo's smile disappeared. He moved a bit closer to her and put a comforting arm around her waist.
"How can your sister be so mean?" he asked. He looked at Haruka. He sure didn't think it was her fault. Mud can't poison anyone unless there is something in the mud that is poisonous, Yuo was sure of that.
"Mud can't harm anyone, except for probably giving them a yucky taste in their mouth or a stomach ache for a bit." he said, laying his head on her shoulder gently. He didn't want her to start crying.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on May 16, 2008 0:30:23 GMT -5
Haruka sighed, shaking her head, forcing a smile on her face. "Don't worry about it. I should have expected something like this." she dropped her eyes back down to the book, turning the page, hoping to find one that was less hurtful in some way. Finally, she stumbled on one. It was still a bit sad but somehow it intregued her. " 'Dad's been acting really weird. He spends all of his time in her room now, and i can heard him mumbling to himself alot.' " she read, quircking an eyebrow, " 'I could only make out something about a 'will' that he could not find. Who knows what that was about?' "
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on May 16, 2008 0:36:41 GMT -5
Yuo looked confused as he listened to Haruka read an entry.
"Your father and something to do with a will?" Yuo asked.
"Was a will ever found from your mother? Or do you not remember?" he asked, looking at her. Yuo was slightly confused, wondering if maybe, if there was a will, that it could be somewhere inside this chest. Yuo didn't bother to say anything though, he just kept his arm around Haruka and stayed snuggled up close to her side. Yuo was anxious to find out a bit more, or at least, learn a bit more about Haruka and her family.
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