I don't think I really woke up right that morning. I remember being asleep, nice and snug in my bed, and having the most wonderful dream about the really cute guy that sat in front of my in my English class. I remember vaguely hearing the door open during my dream...I think it showed up in the dream as someone walking in while we were kissing, before we could get to any of the good stuff (which annoyed me). I didn't realize at first that the door was from the real world, not from the dream, though I think part of me knew it and just refused to wake up.
I remember hearing the guy in my dream mutter something about annoying people, just before I was dragged screaming and kicking into the waking world by the feeling of nine year old landing smack in the middle of my chest. And, of course, then I remember opening my eyes and immediately trying to throw said nine year old off of me so I could breathe again. After all, he was heavy.
And then things started getting weird, to the point where I wasn't quite sure if I had woken up completely. See, I sat up and glared at him, since he should have known better by that age than to try and wake me up by jumping on top of me. Sure, Ben and Ian could get away with it, but they were only six. Kuro was nine, and getting big, and far too old to be jumping on top of me.
But, when I sat up to glare, I swear I was seeing triple. Rather than a single, smirking Kuro, there were three of him. I would have understood it if it had been Kuro and company, since Ben and Ian had a habit of following him around, but this was three Kuros.
I rubbed my eyes a bit, blinked several times, and looked again...thinking that it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. But no, there were still three of him. And it wasn't illusion, since I was getting good enough with my own magic to be able to sense that from him. There really were three of him there...except that I knew that that wasn't possible.
"Ohayou, Aki-basan!" the middle Kuro chimed, and I winced.
"Basan wa yobuna!" I snapped, but he just smirked at me, since we both knew it was true. But still, being called "basan" at age sixteen is just a little cruel, even if I am his aunt.
"Why are there three of you?" I asked him, finally, the curiosity and confusion getting the best of me. And he just smirked some more.
He shrugged, and then turned around to leave the room, not saying another word and leaving me completely in the dark. That pissed me off, but I knew I wasn't going to find anything out just sitting there in bed, so I hurried to get up and out and follow him, now that I knew I really was awake, and not still dreaming.
notes:
"ohayou" (for those not familiar with Japanese) means "good morning"
"-basan" means aunt, but is also used to refer to older women, usually older than thirty. In this case, it means aunt.
"Basan wa yobuna" impolite way to say "Don't call me basan (aunt)"