“Yukiko, is this really necessary?”
Yami asked as he got out of the small van, a scowl set on his face, only a slight difference from his usually cold, almost emotionalist expression.
“How many times are you going to ask me this onii-chan?” Yukiko asked, a soft sigh escaping her pale pink lips as smoothed down her white off-shoulder graphic shirt, a black cute kitty like skull on the front, it reminded her of the cute skull faces on Skelanimals in a way. It sat completely covering one shoulder while on the other half revealed all of her shoulder and stopped halfway down her upper arm, revealing some of her chest, though fortunately, her scar was hidden on the other side, safely hidden by the material. The skirt hid most of her black short, upper thigh shorts. ”Until you come to your sense, and come back home.” He said blankly as he reluctantly went around to the back of the van opening the door, revealing the boxes that was his little sisters belongings, the bigger things like furniture and other larger things were already in the apartment six floors above them having already been moved in. To others it might have sounded like the seemingly cold mans words were insincere, but that supposed assumption couldn’t have been further from the truth. Yami didn’t like the idea of his little sister, the girl he’s pretty much raised, moving out of his apartment. though what made matters worse was that she was moving in with a man.
“Oh come on, Yami. You like Midori. Remember?” She said annoyed as she reached into the back pulling out a box and put it in her brothers arm, before she reached back in for another, her black sateen chokers keyhole heart locket pendant dangling as well as the longish key pendent chain. “That was before you decided to shack up with him.” He growled as she plopped another box on top of the other, before she piled one on top of the other before picking them up herself, though it had been a little heavier then she had though, which resulted in her stumbling back slightly before regaining her balance.
“You act like he’s some sex crazed perv or something. It‘s not like he‘s going to do anything to me.” She said as doorman held the door open for them as they walked through. “How do you know that? He’s a man, even if it’s hard to tell most of the time.” Yami said as they walked through the lobby of the apartment building before they stepped through the black metal door of the elevator, Yukiko pressing the sixth floor button.
“Shut up! I swear, you can be such a baka, you know that?” She growled as she felt heat rise to her cheeks, causing her cheeks to be dusted with the slightest pink hue. “Your only angry because you know I’m right.”
“No. I’m angry because your being such a baby. Your the one who said I couldn’t move out unless I found someone to live with, and once I do, you try to take it back. And your trying to talk bad about Mi-chan.” She said, an annoyed pout on her face. It was bad enough when she had to stand up for Midori against people she barely knew, but against her big brother? Though what he was saying might have made sense, but Yukiko always had trouble of seeing Midori as being a guy who would come on to her...It was that naive trust she had for him since they were small children. “The only guy you’d ever probably have to worry about is most likely Ake-kun. He’s very...persuasive.” Yuki said, rolling persuasive off her lips in such a way that it almost made her brother drop her box’s as the door opened, a smirk playing on her lips as she said in a teasing tone.
“Careful Yami-chan, you don’t want to break anything do you?” As she stepped out of the elevator. Yukiko was only teasing him, she knew Yami didn’t trust Akemi in the slightest, hell the first day he met him, the first thing to leave his lips were.
“I don’t like you.” Yami had like a little list in his mind of who he trusted the most out of her guy friends. Before it was Midori, being the one he’s known the longest, then it was Riku, he knew that if need be she could defend herself against him, and for good while he had a puppy like devotion to her, then lastly, the one he disliked and mistrusted, Akemi. Though it seems Midori had dropped in his list, making Riku his favorite now.
“Don’t even joke about that! I swear I’ll kill him!” Yami snarled as he quickly caught up to her as she counted the door numbers they passed. “Damn Yami, grow a sense of humor.” She said blankly as she counted the numbers in her head.
Six hundred and ten...six hundred and eleven...six hundred and twelve...Ah! Six hundred and thirteen!” She thought as she dug into the pocket of her shorts pulling out a Diego the bat, caped key, she sticking it in the keyhole and unlocking the door before she pushed it open, setting her load of boxes against the wall close to the door as Yami fallowed to do the same. “Hn..”