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Homecoming

Edited on April 19 2016, 9:10 PM

Double update! Don't I get more reads...?? 😂😂😂😂

So as some may have noticed, there's no indication whose perspective this chapter will be in. Because you're such smartasses, I assume you already know that this will be the beginning where you'll read the story in normal perspective. No Hisoka, Akira, or Illumi. Well, welcome to the Yakuza Family Arc! An arc I will surely fuck up and will be the most pointed out arc in this whole story. Hope you'll enjoy! *light sarcasm there*

"Go to your room."

Gladly. Akira thinks to herself, turning on her heels and marching straight to her room. Taking off her gloves and boots she stares at the mirror and examines herself. The Akira that faced this full-body glass was entirely different from the Akira she sees now, and not just physically. It was red top, blue jeans, and brown boots before. Her shades were gone in the Exam and she didn't bother looking for it, seeing that being a Siren didn't effect Illumi nor Hisoka as worse than she thought. Now, her hair wasn't in a ponytail but in a bun instead, and her eyes were indecisive whether they were going to be red or brown or both. Her face looked more defined as well. The pants and boots she currently wore were black while the top under the brown hoodie was violet, yet she didn't understand who was she seeing. This was not Akira Yakuza...! This was someone else... someone that is in a consecutive state of mental and emotional conflict brought by two men to whom she'd let her guard down around, eventually coming around to realize that it was the best mistake she's ever done.

Out from her thoughts, she noticed a few antiques on her shelves and a lot of other objects levitate by means of seeing them in the mirror. She acknowledged it was her fluctuating powers already, but to really make objects levitate by just unconsciously thinking about something not related to that, was something that yet again she realizes she has to work on.

Busy, busy, busy...

~*~

And then, the month of her father's birthday came around. The Yakuza family was to hold a lavish and sophisticated celebration. For the ladies of the families that were going to be invited, it was another chance to attempt to flirt and take whoever they want wherever and whenever from the male guests they'd be seeing, it was another chance to dig through their wardrobe and make a fuss out of losing a bead in the skirt of their dress... not to the ladies of the Yakuza family.

"I'm just so lucky to have such an understanding husband like Yamera~"

"Nee-sama, please, don't make me kick you out my room. You should be honored you're even in here." Akira monotously says, fixing a lot of the things Amara had moved off and misplaced while the elder Yakuza just spazzes out on the former's bed, "Ahh, but Aki-chan, what I like most about these kind of parties is that the unexpected things that could happen when you're with someone you love."

"Well I don't love anyone, so I don't know the feeling." she arranged the messed up clothes on the ground and put them neatly in order in the drawers, unable to see the skeptical and mischievous expression clear in her elder sister's face. All the mess was both of their doing; Akira trying to look through her clothes and Amira making a mess out of them by spazzing wherever they land in the room to piss Akira off -because Akira's an OCD person-.

"I don't know, Illumi seems like a hot guy too."

"Stay away from him." all movement stopped as the atmosphere got so heavy all of a sudden, and even though Amira was genuinely fazed about it, she still smiled seeing it was from Akira. She in turn, realizing her mistake, embarrassingly put her head on her hand as her hair falls around and beside her. The heavy Nen died down and Amira was able to breathe broader again.

"Why are you here again?"

"Be~cause mom didn't allow me to come in my room for some reason and the only other people I can bug are having a meeting about Dad's birthday? Besides," she rolled over on her back, facing Akira's beautiful blue ceiling, "We never had some girl talk."

"We always had girl's talk before you went and got yourself engaged." she sourly say. Amira frowned, "Excuse me...? Yamera is the reason we drifted apart, is that what you're saying...?"

"Don't get me wrong, of course Midori had a hand in it too." Akira continued on with sarcasm, and then she felt the temperature of the room significantly lessen. Ice started to cover her whole bed and one bad thing was she didn't need to turn around to know so. Still she remained stiff not looking, and almost felt an unfamiliar chill crawl up her spine as the ice visibly crawls around her that she was surprised she didn't fall dead. And then it stopped again.

"What the hell is going on, Akira?"

Recovery was proving to be a hard task to do.

"Why are you acting this way? I want to know."

"...It's nothing."

"Kira--"

"Nee-sama, please!!" Akira just dropped everything and felt even closer to her limit, "Just stay out of it!"

"...fine. But get a hold of yourself." Amira made her way to her front door and shut it behind her, making her way back to her own room. A dejected and shadowed expression overwhelms the elder sister as her naturally silent feet tread over the carpet.

Amira wanted to help, but it almost resulted in her own loss of control. She was certain that Akira didn't knew what she was saying, but at least they checked up on each other's conditions without realizing it. She could understand her: Amira was in a very familiar state a couple of times with her first mate. If Akira wanted space, then she can give i-

"What? What do you mean Yukiko got away?"

Amira's head jerked up before she can open the door to her own room, and enhanced Zetsu quickly.

"I don't know how she got out, but Young Lady Yu-" a sound of a slap was heard, and Akane seethed, "I told you, she is not a member of the family! Find Yukiko before Hiro's birthday celebration, and make sure she's back to being isolated!!"