prolog

Who the hell comes up with the idea of ​​buying an alarm clock with heavy metal music? No, the question was wrongly worded. What in the devil's name had driven me to buy ME an alarm clock with heavy metal? Well, at least it served its purpose.

With my eyes closed I felt for the troublemaker. When I suddenly heard a loud bang, I suddenly opened my eyes.
"Shit," I swore.
The remains of the alarm clock lay on the floor.
At least he had stopped ringing the doorbell ...
Sighing, I parted from the soft sea of ​​pillows and swung out of bed.
On the way to the adjoining bathroom, I almost tripped over one of the many moving boxes, but I was able to avoid it in time. When I finally got to the bathroom, I took off my sheep suit, which consisted of a girl's boxer shorts and a top, and got into the shower.
The warm water sprinkled my body until I was thoroughly soaked.
After blow-drying my hair, brushing my teeth, putting on my clothes and applying make-up, I was finally done. Ready for my first day of school, at a new school, in a new city ...

On the way to the kitchen, I found out that yesterday Dad didn't feel like unpacking any more than I did. There were moving boxes and half-assembled furniture everywhere.
Only the television was already in place. It was clear that Dad didn't want to miss the soccer game tonight. If I remembered correctly, some of my dad's friends should come too ... Oh, whatever!
Shaking my head, I kept walking towards the kitchen, which gave off the smell of a delicious breakfast.
In fact, there was already a plate of fresh scrambled eggs and bacon on the kitchen table. Delicious, my favorite dish.
Dad was already on his feet, sipping a cup of coffee with relish while he leafed through the newspaper listlessly.
"Morning," I mumbled as I slumped onto a chair.
"Morning Sky. Did you sleep well?"
Dad looked up from the paper and studied me.
"Mhhhmmm.", I answered with full mouth. Damn it, why did dad's food have to be so delicious?
However, this delicious meal was quickly plastered - much to my displeasure - so my eyes glided over our new kitchen.
The kitchen itself had already been installed by the craftsmen yesterday and the chairs, except for one, were completely assembled and ready for use.
When I happened to look at the clock on the wall, I could barely hold back the sigh. 7.27 o'clock ...
School would start at 8am and to be honest, I would like to go back up to my room and go back to sleep. Not that I was tired, no, but the fact of going to a new school with other classmates and teachers I really disliked.
But who could blame me for that too?
Dad also seemed to have noticed that I was going to have to get out of the house soon.
"Don't you want to go slowly?To be late on the first day of school certainly doesn't make an all-too-good impression. "
"I know, Dad. But I'm not in the mood for school! I want to go back to L.A., to my friends, to my old school."
I would prefer anything to Tokyo! I could speak Japanese fluently because my dad raised me to be bilingual since I was a child, but Japan was just the ass! And while Tokyo was a nice big city, all of my friends and childhood were on the other side of the world, damn it!
“Nothing there, Shiori!”, Oh no, if Dad used my real name, it meant very clearly: 'Shut up and take it as it is! ', "I know the move was difficult for you, but you also know that there were good reasons why we had to move here. The company needs me here. Your grandfather won't be able to run the company forever and ..." I asked on draft.
I was sick of Tokyo all over the place. Of course, I knew that Dad had no choice but to eventually take over my grandfather's company after my uncle turned down his inheritance 15 years ago to go to medical school.
"Are you listening to me?" Dad asked, slightly annoyed, but I also heard a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Uh sure ..."
"What did I say?"
I was silent. Of course I wasn't listening.
"I knew it.", He sighed, "I told you that you were late and that you probably already missed your bus. So I'll have to take you to school. But now you understand everything?"
"Jahaaa ~"

The drive to school didn't take long, so I got there on time. Dad dropped me off right in front of the main entrance and drove off with a "Back you go by bus". I looked after his car for a moment, then turned around and ran towards the entrance.
The school was actually nothing special in itself. Just a normal school. Students were still walking around everywhere, some of them were standing in small groups and talking to each other.
The lobby was large and the school logo was on the floor. Fortunately for me, the corridors were well signposted and so I found the secretariat without any further problems.
The black-haired secretary who introduced herself as Shizune gave me a huge pile of documents that I was supposed to fill out and return to her later in the week. Among them was a map of the whole school, as well as my schedule.
My first subject was politics at Sensei Hatake in B007. However, since I didn't want to walk around with a map in front of my face all day, I memorized the route as best I could before stuffing the map into my pocket.
I was still looking for my room when the school bell announced the start of lessons.
So if I wanted to be in class before the teacher, I'd have to hurry up a little. I quickened my pace and swerved around the next corner and ...crashed into someone, of course.
I fell on my bum with the grace of a manatee - in an extremely painful way, of course -.
I was about to start yelling at them when I looked up and saw a familiar face.
"Shinichi ?!"

I looked in shock into my cousin's face ...

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I know everything is still a little confusing
but in the next chapter there will be a big "aaaah" moment
then it will finally be clarified who sky's father is

I hope you enjoyed the prologue and you are busy leaving commis

glg your Miyu