Little Hearts in Your Heart

Chapters 23. Summer and Together

Miki did not have to wait long before the door of the Akagi family home. Shiho has opened the door for her. It was Sunday, but Miki stayed at this house, a call from Kaori, there was a dinner, he said. Who can refuse.

Miki followed Shiho walking in and out through the back door. They arrived in the backyard. It's late afternoon, but the temperature is still thirty-four degrees. He laughed, delighted, when he found the fruits of melons, wine, and pears, lying on the table. Moreover, there is shaved ice.

Miki's feet stepped happily, when welcomed by Shiho. He nodded, thanked her, and grabbed a bowl with colorful shaved ice. He then took his place on the side of the house, a wooden stage.

“You're here too?”

That sound, made Miki cancel the ice into his mouth. He turned his head and found Kyo in a white shirt with disheveled hair. He smiled, “hi, Kyo-san,” said.

“Ah, Miki-neesan coming,” voice Kaori, sound cheerful. He seemed to be unconcerned about the call addressed to Miki. “Miki-neesan should try the watermelon, so sweet,” he said pointing to the watermelon that Kyo brought.

Miki nodded. “I'll finish my ice first,”.

Kaori consented. He also took an ice cup. “Mother, which father?” kaori asked her mother who was cutting watermelon.

“What's looking for me,” typical voice of a man is heard.

Miki stood up, greeting. “Good afternoon, Akagi-san.”

“Sore, Miki-chan,” greet Akagi Kenji on Miki. He then pulled the chair closer to the round table.

Kaori took her place beside Miki.

“Rarely see your father,” murmured Miki. “See your sister, why she was silent once.”

“Eh? An oniichan? He was like that in front of dad,” Kaori said and ate the ice.

“Hmmm,” Miki turned to look at Kaori, “so she never spoke to your father?”

“You are very curious about my life, well.”

Miki turned her head and found that Kyo had been sitting next to her. “Why are you here? You should have sat next to your father.”

“You?” grunts Kyo. “You should call me Oniisan,” he murmured.

Miki laughing. “Onisan? You think I'm crazy to call you that, this me..” he's silent, not continuing.

“You what?” next to Kyo's eyebrows raised.

“I... I love to eat this ice,” Miki laughs, weird.

“Basic girl weird,” hiss Kyo. “How can you be friends with a girl like this, Kaori?”

“Kyo-san is also a strange man,” Miki muttered. “How could you possibly have a sister like this, Kaori?”

Kaori sighed. “You two look very suitable.”

“Eh?” Kyo and Miki exclaimed simultaneously. Kenji and Shiho turn around.

“You must be happy to hear like that,” muttered Kyo seeing Miki.

“Why should I be happy?” Miki's eyes grew bigger.

“You are my fans,” said Kyo with pursed lips.

“Ah, you're right,” Miki smiled. “I'm a fan of Kyo-san.”

“So Miki-chan-sensei fans Kyo?” shiho asked closer, moving a plate of watermelon in front of her children.

“Tak too,” whispered Miki while Shiho was in front of her.

“Who likes a guy like him,” muttered Kenji and made everyone see him. “He should have done more useful.”

Miki glanced at Kyo who only snorted in annoyance. “Akagi-san, Kyo-san is a great man. He even looks a lot like you.”

Kyo looked at Miki. He hissed. Kaori just laughed a little.

Shiho moved, sitting next to her husband. “Dad, listen? Many support Oniichan, father should do the same.”

Kenji sneers. “Miki-chan is just too good. There are many people who hate such work. Many people commented badly.”

Shiho slapped Kenji's shoulder. “Doctors also hate a lot, right,” she said offending her husband's work.

“Shiho-san was right,” Miki smiled when asked to call her friend's mother's name. “Because of my work as well, I heard a lot of bad comments. But, not a few who send messages in support, it's something encouraging.”

“What do you work for?” ask Kyo when everyone is quiet.

“Eh?” Miki flirted, “ohiya, why doesn't Kyo-san change her name now?” he said he was trying to change the topic, but he seemed to have missteps.

Shiho's eyes twitched.

“Etoo, forgive me,” Miki standing, bending.

“Why are you sorry?” hiss Kyo. “I used my mother's name because my own father didn't support me.”

“What?” kenji's voice is rising. “That's because you signed up for the audition without telling me. You didn't even use your surname.”

“Eh? That's because I won't approve of what I'm doing.”

Kaori sighed. “Not his own father said, it would be angry if Oniichan became actor.”

“I will not be angry this much, if he uses his surname,” said Kenji and followed by a quiet atmosphere.

*

“Thank you, for being a good friend of Kaori,” said Kenji as Miki pounced.

“Eh?” Miki smiled, “aku who is grateful for accepting me in your family.”

“Why are you talking like that,” muttered Kyo who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. “You're like going to be part of this family.”

Shiho sneering. He patted Miki's hand. “He knows nothing, ne.”

“Miki-neesan, let me take you,” Kaori volunteered.

“Then I will drive you again,” Miki smiled, “no need. It's not late.”

Kaori then pulled Kyo's hand. “Come, we intersect,” he said and exit.

Miki bowed, smiling. He's coming out soon.  “You're troubling your brother, Kaori,” Miki glanced at Kyo who was just silent.

“Not a problem, Miki-neesan,” said Kaori who walked between Kyo and Miki.

“Ohiya, I just remembered, why did you call him Miki-neesan?” kyo asked, slightly lowered his head, asking his sister.

“Ah, it's up to me. Oniichan didn't have to mind my words,” Kaori said and hugged Miki's hand. “Oh yes, Miki-neesan, want to go to the festival?” asked Kaori with sparkling eyes.

“Festival?” Miki thought. “What do I do tomorrow?”

“Colah. I don't want to be alone with Reki,” pinta Kaori. He then turned to look at Kyo who moved to the right of Miki.

“Alright,” murmured Miki. “What's hot, I get goosebumps,” he said holding his arm.

“You why?” ask Kyo.

“Ah? No problem, just a little weird. Will Kyo-san come tomorrow?”

“I have a lot of work. No way to attend the festival,” sis Kyo.

“You don't need to be like that,” sneer Miki. “Kaori, but I have to go to Shibuya tomorrow. So I'll be there, after my business is done.”

“Good. The important Miki-neesan must come, well.”

“Iya.”

*

Unlike the other girls who wore yukata, Miki came up with a thin and plain white shirt, complete with her torn jeans. On his shoulder hangs his bag. With red sandals.

The sky was not dark yet, but there were already a lot of people coming. Moreover, the traders who lined the road and complete with illuminating lanterns. Miki had wanted to wait on the front street, but her eyes couldn't hold much longer. Moreover, the smell of food that had invaded his nose. But earlier, he pulled out his mobile phone, sent Kaori a message, gave her presence info.

He started down a few stores, just looking at omen— with various masks, furin. Miki then stopped between a cotton candy bar and a kakigori. He gulped, touched his cheek, looked so sweet, he thought.

Miki stepped back. He gulped his saliva through the abundance of food, takayoki, yakitori, okonomiyaki, yakitomorokoshi, and other foods. He then stopped at the crowd of children who were bending over playing kingyo sukui—they shouted as a thin paper-coated wire caught a small goldfish. Miki smiled, wanting to try, but sorting the intention, while watching others have friends they invited to play with.

Miki slightly stepped aside on the edge, she took out her mobile phone from her jeans pocket. There was no reply from Kaori. He called her, but the number he was referring to was off. He snorted, annoyed. And find Reki's phone number. “You where?” ask her, directly, when the call is connected. Miki half shouted. “I'm also here. Where're you? I'm already inside. Near the river ,” he was silent, digesting the sentence that Reki said, “wouldn't we be watching hanabi taikai? So Reki, give her phone to Kaori now,” Miki said, holding back emotions.

“Where is Miki-neesan?” kaori's voice sounded.

“Don't you watch the fireworks festival at Sumidagawa Hanabi Taikai, Kaori?” miki's eyes, growing.

“Ah, etoo, Miki-neesan, I mean the Jingu Gaien fireworks festival at the baseball field in central Tokyo.”

“What? Oh, God,” Miki lip biting, should he remember for the Tokyo area alone, every year scheduled at least 80 hanabi performances. How could he not ask.

“Miki-neesan, wait a minute. Let us go there, ne,” Kaori said and seemed to be running soon.

Miki ended the call. He did not stop sighing, why should he agree to Kaori's invitation. “I just need to enjoy it,” his murmur and start circling back around the shops. After touring, he only regained his senses, the distance and Kaori, and immediately sent Kaori a message.

While enjoying the takoyaki, Miki turned her head.

“Say you'll just go home, why are you still here?” A man stood before him, his head covered in a hat and a mask.

“Eh? Kyo-san?” Miki's eyes, rounded, shocked. “Why is it here?

“Unfortunately I can't come here,” snorts Kyo and still manage the breath.

“You said you weren't going to the festival,” murmured Miki.

Kyo's approaching, “you think I'm going to this place, I have a shooting in Asakusa, and you know, Kaori called me while crying.”

“Kaori?”

“She said you're alone here, you fool.”

“Ah, sorry,” said Miki, bowing.

“Already. I've already been here.”

Miki touched his arm, feeling bad. “Sorry to trouble you, Kyo-san.”

“I told you, I'm already here. So, you have to accompany me.”

“Ah, well,” said Miki quickly. And follow Kyo who has walked first.

Kyo pulled Miki's hand and made the girl surprised. “Seven o'clock,” muttered Kyo saw the watch on Miki's hand. “Five more minutes, let's go there.”

Miki nodded, slowly.

They walk, join the people. And five minutes later, the first fireworks came off.

But Miki's attention wasn't on the sky with sparks that looked pretty, her eyes unblinking looking at the tall man standing beside her. She smiled, Miki held her breath as Kyo turned to look at her. He immediately looked down, he smiled to find their flip-flops with the same model.

“How will we go home?” muttered Kyo, still looking up, looking at the more and more fire.

“Ah?” Miki recalled the train station, it would be more crowded than usual, ah these people would go home together. “Kyo-san, want to go home now?”

“Ah?” Kyo shakes. “Let's just. It's over at half-nine, in a minute. No problem, right?”

Miki nodded. I don't know why his head is easier to move down and up.

You know, Japanese fireworks technique is the best in the world.The shape is also unique, fans, butterflies, fish, but somehow my attention is not on them. Mickey.*