Dumb Promises

Part II: A Promise Soon Remembered

Chappie Two >° o °)>
WARNING. There's quite a bit of violence here. Just a head's up.

Six Year old Fuyuki's POV

Mihara-sensei placed a sheet of paper on my desk. I closed my eyes, shaking from nervousness and slowly flipped the paper to see my grades. I opened my eyes, and the shakes of nervousness turned into those of excitement. Straight A's! Well, I did get a B on English, but oh well. I was pretty proud of myself. I can't wait til mom and dad see this! They'll be proud of me for sure!

Mihara-sensei said she'd announce the Top 10 pupils in our class tomorrow. Heh, I'm sure I'd be on top again this year. Sensei then dismissed class.

"Big Brother!" Ugh, not him, of all people. As if I wasn't tired of living together with a freaking mirror.

"Hey, hey. Show me your grades, brother!" He said, beaming. Hmph, he'll probably brag about his.

"No way! My grades aren't your concern. Stop poking your nose into everyone's business!"

"O-oh. Um, okay... I'm sorry..." He says softly backing away and slowly walks off toward his own group of friends. He's closer with the girls of the class. I wonder why. More importantly...

Maybe I was too harsh... If he tells mom and dad, I am SO screwed! I... I gotta shut him up...

As I was thinking of a plan to make him shut his trap, I got dragged by two pairs of arms. Makoto and Akira, my best friends.

"C'mon let's play!" Akira, a sandy blonde boy around my height with strange eyes that were the same color as his hair, shouted, jumping up and down.

"Play... Play what...?" Makoto said lazily, his black-colored bangs nearly long enough to cover his droopy blue eyes

"Hmm..." Akira furrowed his brow thinking, before he reached for my chest and yelling, "TAG! You're it!" and ran off.

I gasped as I was pushed with quite some force. "Oi! That's cheating!" I said pulling a small pout before smirking and chasing them around the school campus.

Hanging out with someone else is so much fun! Way more fun than being with your boring mirror image who does nothing but read, read, read. As we were walking home from school, I couldn't help but feel like I forgot something... Oh well. I'll cross that bridge when I get there.

I ran past the gate as soon as it was opened, ignoring the monotonous greetings if our maids and butlers. Yukio was following close behind. "B-brother! Wait!" Tch. Get a hint. I'm trying to shake you off my trail here...

I soon tossed that idea away when I reached the doors I'd been looking for.

"Dad! Mom! I'm home!" I burst in.

"Mother! Father! We're home!" Yukio soon followed me. I inconspicuously rolled my eyes. Geez, I already said it so there's no need to repeat it. Whatever.

We scurried into the family room where we found our parents sitting next to each other on one of the larger couches in front of the fire place with warm smiles on their faces. I jumped into dad's arms and Yukio jumped into mom's.

"Look! We got our report cards today. See? See?" I said excitedly.

They took mine first. "Ah. You have a lot of A's, Fuyuki. That's excellent! You make me proud, son," said father. I raised my chin and said, "Why of course!"

"Just improve your English, okay?"

I choked slightly, "Y-yes, dad..."

"How about you, Yukio?" Mom looked at my brother who was clutching his report card to his chest. Why's he acting so nervous? He probably failed or something.