Futago
My Mom Married Again.

Starting from the meeting of two friends who had long separated, now the two are always together whether when and where, they naturally do not discuss bad memories in childhood. They want to enjoy that happiness.

The doorbell rang five minutes ago Hotaru was called to face her homeroom teacher Yamazaki.

"I was called?, what's sensei?." Hotaru asked politely, she glanced at the office that was still crowded by the teachers.

"Hotaru kun, are you interested in entering the school?, in this second grade is not required to follow the excul but if you are interested. Here's the form." It was clear that Yamazaki was handing a piece of paper to Hotaru.

"Eiji, which club is he in?." Sergey Hotaru was quick, Yamazaki smiled broadly at the young man in front of him.

"Volley club, would you like to see it?." Tawar Yamazaki's.

"certain." Answer Hotaru steady.

"All right, come with me." Yamazaki moved out of his chair and stepped out of the office.

"It's not unexpected that you're quick to also know your best friend, young master." Yamazaki said in the middle of the street, there were only the two of them in the hallway.

"Hahaha how could I possibly forget the person I remember every day." Reply Hotaru stepped beside Yamazaki.

"Hm ..., every day, what about ojou chan?." Yamazaki's question made Hotaru's lips carve a sad smile.

"Every hour, no one's missed." Yamazaki nodded his head.

"You're not curious, am I with Yuki now?." The weirdness felt by Hotaru since this morning has been said.

"Ojou Chan is not with you." Answer lightly Yamazaki.

"Do you know where he is now?!." Hotaru subconsciously raised the intonation of her voice, staring fixedly at Yamazaki's face from the side.

"Nobody knows, young master. Only the big madam and Daren dono know. We always get information in the outline, not details." Clearly Yamazaki, Hotaru was throwing away her stifled breath slowly.

"Grandmother gave you information." Guess Hotaru.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Did Rin also contact you?." Ask Hotaru.

"Only a few lower level protectors (guardians) are allowed to communicate with Rin." Hotaru stared at the puzzled Yamazaki.

"Didn't he tell you?." Yamazaki raised his head to be able to stare at Hotaru's bead.

"No."

"Rin was already marked, he could not freely communicate with the group nor enter the main residence anymore." The information made Hotaru very surprised.

How could it be?, she was the one who helped them all in the night of the massacre, inner Hotaru.

Puk. Puk. Puk.

Yamazaki patted Hotaru's shoulder a few times.

"Don't think too much, now you just have to focus on learning with it. We hunt for time. Didn't Rin explain the plan?." Hotaru nodded.

"Then enjoy your practice, and have fun with the new schools and clubs that you will definitely be interested in." Yamazaki said with a big smile.

Hotaru stepped wide following Yamazaki who had already walked first.

Time-hunting, who will first realize this game, you? or ojou chan. Aaarrggh it was time for vengeance, the inner Yamazaki the corner of his lips was attracted to the small.

"Steel." Hotaru muttered looking at the large building in front of her.

The squealing sound of shoes and the reflection of the ball echoed to the outside, every once in a while Hotaru heard screams from inside, her adrenaline awakened.

"Let's go in." Yamazaki sliding the large door in front of him gave a loud whistling sound.

Yamazaki stepped into the gor following Hotaru behind him.

"Generic !." Shouted someone. They moved nimbly marching in front of Yamazaki.

"Hmmm, I just want to see you guys practice." Yamazaki.

"Sensei, did we get a new member?." Ask one of the members.

"Ah, Hotaru kun .., she'll just take a look around for today." Answer Yamazaki.

All eyes were on Hotaru, not knowing what they thought of her. Hotaru's bead met with Fumio's bead, Fumio smiled as if saying 'goodbye join' and Hotaru returned her smile as if answering 'patience bro'.

"Please get back to training." Yamazaki.

"Good!." They shouted in unison bending over at a glance and then running back to the middle of the field.

"Hotaru kun this is Hara and coach of the volleyball team." Hotaru bowed politely.

"You have a good body, the team will get stronger if you want to join us." Said Hara as coach of the volleyball team. Hotaru smiled knot.

"Thank you."

Hotaru climbed to the second floor gor enjoying the training of the players down there. One of the players caught his attention.

The man with slightly squinty eyes, white skin, was a hundred and seventies tall. Moving slowly like a snail, doing high toss, and accurate.

Setter (also referred to as set-upper/tosser/feeder, one of the important positions in the volleyball game in charge of organizing the team's game strategy from within the field), inner Hotaru.

Hotaru was stunned by the libero (defender who occupies the back row), whether how many times he turned back to save the ball.

Buk!.

Even the very hard spike he seamlessly returned to the setter.

"Shhuuu..." Hotaru's lips let out a small whistle, she enjoyed watching the skill of the players on the field.

Libero was not Fumio's junior this afternoon, inner Hotaru who remembered the face of the man who had scolded her.

Ooo .., who is this?, said Hotaru inwardly looking at the high jump Fumio who tried to block the opponent's spike.

BRAK!.

A loud voice echoed inside the gor, again Hotaru whistled a little to see her sidekick manage to thwart the opponent's spike.

Fumio glanced at Hotaru up there while throwing a small smile, his eyes saying 'do you see it, Hotaru' who was answered by the empress' thumbs up.

Hotaru all day watching the volleyball club rehearsal. At six in the afternoon he and Fumio walked to the parking lot to pick up their bikes.

"Are you going to join?." Fumio asked as he led the bike away from the parking lot.

"The volleyball club seems interesting." Hotaru.

"Where are you going?." Fumio frowned looking at Hotaru who was steering her bike down the opposite road to her.

"Our house is the same direction." Fumio pointed at the road in front of him.

"Sorry, my house is now that way." Hotaru's reply further confused Fumio.

"For a while I lived in another house." Hotaru scratched next to her non-itchy cheek.

"What is ad." Fumio's question was stopped by the presence of a cute and sweet student standing behind them.

"Fumio senpai." Call the schoolgirl.

Hotaru and Fumio turned to look at the little girl who was bowing her head.

"What's Aoki chan?." Ask Fumio.

Ao-ki .., chan?!, inner Hotaru was shocked.

"I forgot to give Senpai the key." Said the girl named Aoki sticking his hand forward.

"Gomen, I forgot. Tomorrow's my schedule's club picket." Fumio responded by extending his hand to receive the key.

"Arigato." Fumio.

"Hey. I'll go home first, until senpai tomorrow." The girl bowed at a glance and then stepped away.

"Aoki .., chan?." Hotaru resuscitates Fumio.

"He's a club manager, first class." Fumio obviously after seeing the look on Hotaru's face. Hotaru pulled the corner of her lips staring at Fumio's bead.

"I told you he's the club manager." Hotaru fluttered in her place.

"We have two managers, didn't you see that?." Hotaru was silent.

"She's sweeter than Yuki." Hotaru's statement made Fumio stare right at the bright brown bead, which in the face raised both eyebrows quickly and passed away riding his bicycle.

"See you tomorrow SEN-PAI!." Hotaru paddled her sword while waving to Fumio. Hotaru escapes, fearing that her best friend is going berserk because she deliberately mocked the man.

***

GEDEBUGS!

THE TANG!

PYAAAC!

Each of Hotaru's hands is stroking ***** and its head. He fell from a round object the size of a car tire with a board on it.

Hotaru who since an hour ago at Takehara's order to stand up there while lifting one leg, while both palms must maintain the balance of the stick with a bowl filled with water.

I don't know how many hundred times Hotaru fell and went back and forth squatting to the backyard to fill the bowl with water. His clothes were very dirty, plus his p*nt*t felt pain from constantly kissing the ground, even his head and shoulders were also targeted by the long stick, not missing several tens of times the bowl landed on his head.

"There's no dinner for you, until you can balance the body for a minute." Takehara stared at Hotaru flatly as she sipped her warm tea.

Hotaru furrowed her brows at the statement from the woman who was sitting casually enjoying a snack as well as watching her.

"Isn't this too much for the first day's practice?, I've also explained why I came home late, there's no need to punish me like this." Hotaru tries to be patient.

There was no answer from Takehara, the woman one hundred percent ignored Hotaru. Hotaru could only take a slow breath taking the two bowls lying on the ground, returning to walk squatting with the bowl in her hand.

She wanted to torture me, inner Hotaru wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand.

"The water is less full. Refill."

Haahh ..?!, Hotaru cried inwardly. He stiffened his jaw trying to hold back his emotions.

Want to not want Hotaru turn around and return the road squatting into the backyard of the house, even though he had just arrived.

And Hotaru really didn't get dinner on time, Takehara stopped Hotaru after the man managed to balance his body for thirty seconds.

Tok to tok.

Hotaru glanced at the door of the room and allowed people out there to enter without getting out of bed.

"I signed the form." Takehara put a piece of paper on Hotaru's study table.

"Although you follow the club, the training hours do not decrease, tomorrow at five in the morning I wait in the side yard of the house." Takehara clearly went out the door.

"Did Yuki also get this kind of rigorous training?." Hotaru asked, her gaze straight at the ceiling of the room.

"Yes, only at night. We're hunting time if you forget." Takehara.

"Yes." Yeah."

After Takehara left her room Hotaru rolled over to the end of the bed, sat down to stare at her desk.

Cretek!. Cretek!. Cretek!.

A loud voice from Hotaru's joints echoed in his ears. The young man walked stiffly, pulling up the chair slowly putting his p*nt*t there. His hand opened a book, drew a line, his brain thought hard to connect the new facts he got.

He and Yuki are not pawns, there is a strange feeling that has been bothering him, not just a puzzle of his grandfather, there is something else. Hotaru is not as smart as Yuki in terms of code but, Hotaru is very genius in terms of, lines.

A line that looks ordinary, like a ten-month toddler streak, but not for the young man. The lines were different from each other, with deep and detailed meanings, only he knew.

Guards, researchers, bodyguards. Grandpa, grandma, dad. Mother ... Me and Yuki. Home, assault, research .., poison, medicine. Mom moves on her own?, what is the reason?, a grudge to grandfather?, NO!, something that goes like clockwork that doesn't stop forcing mom to keep moving, but what .?, what ..?, Hotaru stared at the lines she drew.

So .., who is in command now??, inner Hotaru plays the ballpoint pen in hand.

"Hwuufftt ... Yuki, how are you?." Lirih Hotaru's.

It's been over a year since I left her, Inner Hotaru.

***

"Was there been a storm last night?." Hotaru lifted her head from the table staring at Fumio's bead. Fumio pointed at Hotaru's hair and then displayed the lion's hair with both hands.

Hotaru chuckled small.

"You remember Rin?." Ask Hotaru.

"Is Takehara Rin what you mean?." Hotaru nodded steadily.

"Of course I remember, why?." Hotaru pointed at his head, putting on a flat face.

"He made my hair look like this, his training made me turn upside down." Hotaru said her memory back to early morning.

"Your face is enough to describe how much you've suffered." Reply Fumio.

"I don't know how Yuki managed to survive many years of training with Rin." Chirps Hotaru.

"When Yuki used to skip training, she was always on the run, preferring to play with you." Furthermore Hotaru flat, brown bead caught the strangeness of the face of his sidekick.

"You know something about Rin? or Yuki?, Eiji?." Ask Hotaru.

Fumio returned Hotaru's gaze, his face turning calm.

"Hm, just a little." Answer Fumio.

"Who?." Suddenly the conversation turned serious.

"Rin san." There was a bit of disappointment in Hotaru, hoping to hear something about her twin sister.

"Rin san is forbidden to enter your house." Hotaru nodded small.

"I heard from Takkecchan. What was his mistake?, why was Rin treated like that, didn't he help us?." Hotaru let out her thoughts.

"You didn't ask Takeru san?." Ask Fumio.

"No, I haven't asked him yet." Hotaru looked at Fumio's expression.

"Eiji tell me." Hotaru Pint.

Fumio.

"Eiji?." Call Hotaru slowly. His friend was thinking.

"Eiji!." Tegur Hotaru caught Fumio's attention.

"I've been feeling something weird about my family for the past year. I'm not stupid Eiji, you know that." Hotaru.

Fumio of course still remembered, Hotaru's calm demeanor when faced with problems, that slow but firm tone of voice. Hotaru is being very serious right now, Inner Fumio.

"Ung, and you also know that whenever I'm on your side." Fumio's reply was no less serious.

Hotaru smiled broadly at the words her little friend had said before she left Japan twelve years ago.

"I never doubted that. So ..?." Repeated Hotaru.

"Son Rin san forbade his sister from entering your house." Hotaru was surprised by the new facts she heard.

"Why?."

"I don't know, they met a year ago in front of the gate of your house." Fumio.

"Eiji looks like we need to talk." Hotaru. Fumio nodded steadily.

"And explain to me what happened between the two of you." Hotaru understood what Fumio meant.

"Sure, it's ten o'clock tonight at ...?" Hotaru was confused, where she could speak calmly without anyone else knowing.

"Not to rush." Fumio patted Hotaru's shoulder calming down his restless best friend.

"But I desperately need more information." Fumio nodded in agreement.

"No need to rush Hotaru, time is still with us. Don't you want to see my sister, too?." Fumio smiled seeing the change in expression of his best friend.

"You .., have a sister?!." Hotaru.

"Hahahaha, I'm becoming a big brother now." Fumio laughed proudly.

"How come?, I mean .., Fumio san already." Hotaru did not finish her sentence. Fumio san has long since died, inner Hotaru.

"My mother is married again."