High & Low ~ Another World ~ 「Amamiya Brothers」

「Act 12: The one with the Yamato's Visit」

One month had passed since Amaya was captured by Doubt and two months after she moved to Takeru's room. Sharing a flat with two men was manageable for Amaya. She grew up with a brother and was a bit related to how boys act. Thankfully those two kept the basic hygiene rules and they were pretty clean. Cobra used to be like that too. Yet every day would be a new challenge to exist in the same room with Hiroto.

Both of them still disliked each other!

On the other hand for the Amamiya, it was a new way of living. Even for Masaki who was more understandable. After their parents died the brothers lived together. There was never a female around. Especially one like Amaya, who would draw all the attention without trying too much. The only positive part was that she was working long hours and the brothers had found some balance.

The rest of the days were always filled with loud arguing, fighting, and threatening. Gosh, they were loud! Whenever Amaya and Hiroto were in the same room, that room would never find peace. Things had gone even worse after the Doubt incident. Masaki was afraid soon they would start getting physical. He was sure the only reason Hiroto had not struck her yet, was because she was a girl.

Their daily lives were never the same, and not boring any longer. Each day there was something new that happened inside the Amamiya house and it was all somehow related to Amaya. The daily routine was slowly changing and they had not fully comprehended it. Though, along with that Amaya was also evolving.

Day by day, part of her old forgotten self would slowly blend with the present one. The self she hated and called dark. In spite of that, there was nothing really wrong with herself back then. It was the choices she took and the path she followed that were crooked. And back then she was only a confused teen. Amaya was surely not the same person. She was through a lot and managed to overcome her corrupted life. She came clean. Surely she made mistakes and wronged people. She had still a lot to learn and to grow. But what she could not see was that she was already a great person.

Though she never pictured herself like that. She could act self-centered and calm. But deep down in her core, she had no faith in herself. She thought that she was a dark person and maybe an evil one. She was filled with imperfections that she learned to hide over the years. And manage to show a perfect Amaya.

Yet living with the Amamiya changed that slowly...

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She was working still on the Mall Project. The Desk was filled with Architectural drawings and Designs. Her laptop was running a simulation of the Mall as she was trying to correct a few details. Suddenly something soft hit the back of her head and her black lace bra landed on the keyboard. Her eyes blinked and she looked again to verify it was really her bra. She grabbed it and looked in the direction it came from.

An extremely annoyed Hiroto stood there glaring at her. He was wearing a white T-shirt and ripped jeans. "Oe, Idiot! Why is your bra mixed with my washed clothes?" he asked her in a loud tone. "Each and every time, there is one of your personal underwear mixed with my clothes."

Amaya dropped her bra against the Desk and stood up. It didn't take her long to fire up. "I am not doing it on purpose! Pervert! Do you really think I would go and hide my personal things with your laundry?" she shouted at him. Today her hair was straightened and she was wearing a brown woolen button-up shirt and jeans.

He shortened the distance between them and poked her against the shoulder once. "Oe! Keep you dirty things out of my side! Next time I will throw them away!" he warned her.

Masaki simply turned on the TV volume and ignored them. There was no point to try to knock some sense at them. They would manage to drag him inside the fight too. Hiroto was always fighting with someone, even before Amaya moved in. He had his reasons though back then. As both Masaki and Takeru were messing with him whenever they could.