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And again..Last chapter unfortunately.


Chapter 6:

Scott woke up early, or well, he woke up from his nap. Since he never really slept nowadays. He didn't bother to put any clothes on except his boxers, and made his way down the hall and to the bottom of the stairs. Still managing to get lost twice. He found the kitchen, and quietly stepped to the refrigerator. After a minute of looking he found a carton of milk and picked it up. He looked around and tipped up the carton and started drinking,

"...What do you think you're doing?!"

The sudden burst startled him and he spit milk all across the front of the clean refrigerator.

"Scott!" Ichi yelped and grabbed the milk carton from him. "What are you doing?!" She yelled again, clearly aggrivated and disgusted.

"I, well, was drinking milk." He answered, almost afraid of her response to his action.

"From the carton?! AND in boxers?!" She shielded her eyes in disgust from the clearly uncivilized acts.

"What?" He questioned sharply.

"You don't drink from the carton!" she yelled. "And make yourself decent! Please!" She stormed off rubbing her temples furiously.

Scott sighed and left the puddle of milk-spit on the floor as he went to "make himself decent" like she requested. He walked up to his room and pulled out a t-shirt. He put it on and walked back downstairs. He passed by the parlor where she was sitting, most likely still furious at him for doing what he thought was nothing.

"Go clean up your mess." She seethed as he tried to pass unnoticed.

Scott jumped and turned his head towards the parlor. He poked his head in to see the young woman sprawled out on her favorite couch, staring up at the ceiling. "Aren't you going to go clean up that mess?" She said, cupping her hand over her eyes as she heard him walk in.

"Why?" He was not used to getting yelled at for such trivial things. "Oh i'm dressed, by the way..." he scoffed, noticing her covering her eyes.

"Because this is my home, and a gentleman does not act like that around a lady." She removed her hand and sat up. Looking up at him sternly from her seat on the couch. "Well?"

He grumbled at her and walked to the couch, taking a seat at the opposite end from Ichijin.

"Scott." she snapped, rubbing her forehead.

"Whaaaat?"

"Oh nothing." She said sarcastically as she got up, leaving him on the couch. She walked up to her room and slammed the door behind her. He rolled his eyes and got up, walking towards the kitchen. He stumbled around until he found some paper towels and sopped up the mess. As if not learning from his previous actions, he picked the milk carton back up and drank the rest of the cold liquid, wiping his mouth satisfied as he finished it off.

He opened the fridge again and pulled a few things to attempt to make himself some breakfast. He eventually found a frying pan and a spatula and fried up three eggs. Opening a cabinet door he found a loaf of bread and in another one, a plate.

Up in her bathroom Ichijin could hear and smell that Scott was up to something. She sighed heavily and emerged from her bubble bath, drying off her hair she wrapped herself in a thick bathrobe. She threw on some clothes underneath and made her way down to the kitchen.

"Not mad at me anymore?" Scott sneered as she entered.

"What are you up to now?" She questioned, almost afraid to ask.

"Making myself some breakfast. What does it look like?" He popped two slices of bread into the toaster and pushed the lever down as she watched him with her arms crossed.

"You could've asked. I would've made you something." She mumbled, walking past him to the laundry room. Scott rolled his eyes and fashioned his breakfast on the plate, sitting at the small table and chair in the corner of the kitchen. Ichi had left the laundry room door open and he watched her wrestle with a large sheet as she tried to fold it, gnawing on an overly toasted piece of bread in the process.

Scott sighed and placed his toast back onto his plate. "Need help?" He got up and walked over to Ichijin as she continued to drop the one corner of the sheet. He pulled the sheet from her and she released it. He began to fold it himself and plopped it down on top of the dryer when he was finished.

"Thank you" She muttered as she bent over and reached into the washing machine, pulling a few damp articles and throwing them into the open dryer next to where Scott was standing.

"You know, you do a lot of laundry for one person.." He stated slowly in observation.

"I'd be doing a lot less, but you tend to make a lot of messes." She scoffed, picking up a laundry basket as she finished loading the dryer. Scott grinned to himself and walked back to his breakfast. He finished up and began to walk out of the kitchen.

"Put it in the sink." Ichijin sighed as she walked past him into the hallway.

Scott grumbled and walked slowly back to the kitchen. He placed his soiled plate and fork into the sink and quickly turned around.

"At least you listen." the young woman darted past him back into the laundry room and put her basket away. Before Scott could say anything she opened her mouth as if she was going to speak again. He looked over at her as she ran her un-gloved hand through her hair.

"I was planning on making a big dinner tonight." She spoke gently, placing her hands together in front of her. He focused on them as she spoke, the were small and dainty, but covered in scars. She noticed what he was looking at and slipped them into her pockets.

Looking back up at her while she continued, Scott also noticed a small scar running down her pale cheek, parallel to a lock of hair.

"And I was hoping--"

"Where did you get those scars?" He interrupted her mid-sentence.

"Where? What?" She asked confused.

"Your scars." He reached over and pulled her hand from her pocket and held in in his own. "What are they from?" He pointed to them as he asked again. He raised his other hand and placed a finger at the top of the scar on her cheek, running it down slowly. It felt flat and soft like it had healed quite a while ago.

Ichijin pulled back and crossed her arms self consciously. "I don't like to talk about it" She whispered, her voice tainted with slight sadness.

Scott cleared his throat and pulled his hands back to his sides. "Sorry." He frowned and looked up at her. "What were you saying beforehand?" Trying to change the clearly uncomfortable subject he had stumbled onto.

Ichi took a moment to regain herself. "Oh..oh yes." she started. "Like I was saying, I wanted to cook a large fancy dinner tonight, and i wanted to know if you would join me?" she asked uncrossing her arms.

Scott laughed slightly "Do I have to dress nicely?"

Ichi smiled and shook her head vigorously. I got you something incase you accepted. Hold on." The young woman left Scott standing in the kitchen as she darted up the stairs to her bed room here she grabbed a bag. She ran back down the stairs and presented it to the man.

"Um thanks" He reached inside the bag and pulled out a strange frilly neck tie-like thing. He placed it to the side on the table and pulled out another object. Holding it up he discovered it was a black capelet. An ornate silver button held to one side and a silver chain connected to the other. He examined it for a moment and placed it on top of the odd necktie, and reached into the bag again, this time pulling out black leather gloves. He slipped one on and nodded. It fit perfectly.

He looked up at the blonde woman who was grinning something fierce, as if she was extremely proud of herself. "Thank you." He nodded again, placing the objects back into the bag. Unsure of two of the objects he took the bag with him and started towards his room.

"Dinner is going to be at six!" Ichi shouted after him.

The two spent the rest of the day off on their own, Scott playing with his wardrobe, and Ichi preparing a meal fit for royalty.




OK SO, the s**t I lost, basically, christmas comes, Scott gets Ichi a necklace, they share a kiss. Months pass, they get married, and Ichijin becomes pregnant. They have Skylar, and..thats as far as we got.