"Ruto-kuuun!" Sang a familiar and cheerful voice. "Time to wake up, Ruto-kuuun!"
I rolled over in my sleep, my eyes twitching. "Mmmm… five more minutes…"
The older woman, about 27, standing over me sighed. She had long, golden hair and blue eyes and currently wore an orange, long-sleeved shirt along with a black dress as well as a frilly, pink apron that could either make or break the outfit depending on how you look at it. She sighed.
"Well I tried the easy way." She then raised her leg high up into the air. "RUTO… WAKE UP, YOU LAZY BUM! MITO SUPER DROP KICK!" She brought her leg down right on the sleeping occupant of the bed, me. Judging from my gasping and sputtering (not to mention the groans of pain), her "wake-up method" was very effective.
I shot upright with a look of outrage on my face. "What the hell, Sis!?"
My older sister, Uzumaki Mito, took a stance like a bowing martial artist. "Such is the fate of those who defy the great Uzumaki Mito's will." Her expression changed to a smirk. "I did give you a chance to take the easy way. Your fault for not taking it."
"SO YOU DROP KICK ME!?" I ran a hand through my blonde hair, mumbling complaints.
Mito gained a cat-like smile. "How else do I wake up a lazy bum like you?" I clenched my fists and Mito seemed to ready herself for what appeared to be a fight that was about to break out between us. "So you wish to challenge the superiority of your dear older sister, do you, Ruto-kun?"
"DAMN STRAIGHT! DIE!" I raised my clenched fists and we siblings leaped at each other.
Everything disappeared in a mass of destructive violence that tore the room apart. Neither let our familial bond (?) interfere with our clash for superiority. The fight seemed to go on for several hours (give or take a couple minutes if anyone other than me spoke of this situation). It finally ended when Mito managed to get me pressed against the ground, stuck in a headlock, I desperately trying to scratch at her arms, trying to find some way to break free.
Mito smirked. "Do you surrender?"
I glared at her defiantly. "Neveeeee—GAK!" Mito took that opportunity to tighten her hold around my neck, causing me to wince in pain. I sighed, slamming my hand against the floor, tapping out. "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! I give." Mito released her hold on me, both of us getting up.
Mito pointed one finger into the air. "BWAHAHAHA! Mito-sama wins once more!" Making me sweat dropped.
I wonder if she could be arrested for child abuse.
"Whatever floats your boat." I didn't even want to bother. "Now can you get out? I gotta get ready for class."
I came downstairs, clean dressed in my Kuoh Academy uniform and still drying my hair with a towel.
While I desperately wanted to get Mito-nee back, I knew there was no beating her. Even when I won, I somehow lost. Don't ask how. Mito just works like that.
Now that I was dressed in my uniform and not covered by a blanket, it was incredibly easy to see my blonde hair and my blue eyes. I wasn't a CRAZY muscular 16-year-old, but I was rather in-shape for someone my age.
"Oh Rutoooo!" Sang Mito-nee cheerfully. "I made breakfast!" I paled considerably. There were only two things I feared in this world:
The first was Mito-nee when she got pissed (HEY! YOU DON'T KNOW, MAN! YOU DON'T KNOW!).
The second was Mito-nee's cooking. Having to ingest such a meal was a fate worse than death.
Even from my position on the stairs I could smell the vomit-inducing stench of that… substance Mito-nee called food. I deeply considered running back up the stairs and trying to leave through the window. I weighed my options.
I noticed Mito-nee standing by the bottom of the stairs, waiting patiently with one hand on her hip and the other holding a plate of… whatever the HELL that was on the plate.
Every step I took closer brought me closer to the substance that reeked with the stench of DEATH.
It was black and purple and there was a strange-colored smoke rising off of it. I wasn't quite sure what strange things Mito put into that "meal", but I knew that she hadn't killed it properly if I had to judge by the tentacles sticking out of the shapeless mush on the plate. The tentacles were still moving.
My pale skin turned a light shade of green.
I swallowed the bile that was rising in my throat and managed to chuckle.
"Ahaha… A-Actually, Mito-nee, I-I was planning on catching a quick bite to eat at Haru's house since I was going there anyway o-on my way to school." I quickly spat out the most believable excuse. Mito-nee stared at me with eyes that were full of suspicion. I began sweating bullets.
Please buy it. Please buy it. Please—FOR THE LOVE OF GOD—buy it.
Mito-nee then shrugged. "Mmkay then."
I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Mito-nee bought my lie… well. It was a partial lie/excuse to get out of eating her poison/cooking.
I walked past Mito-nee, shoving my hands in my pockets as I made my way to the door, stopping right at the door frame.
"Oh yeah," I said. "I might end up hanging out with my friends after school, so I'll probably be home later than normal." Of course, it didn't really matter whether or not I mentioned it because Mito-nee never got home until around midnight or sometime afterward, doing whatever job she has that keeps a roof over our heads… I honestly have NO idea what she does every day, really.
"Just don't let those perverts get you involved in their usual mischief." Mito-nee replied, returning to the kitchen.
"Yeah yeah. I know, I know." I waved as I opened the door and walked outside. "See you later, Mito-nee."
And then I was off…