Rebel

I don't like to fight with Hatori.  The doctor rarely gives me a reason to be angry with him. Except tonight. A grade report came in and I got a stern talking to about my Chemistry grade - I was "grounded" and sent to my room. I don't think my grades are any of his business. I'm seventeen, almost eighteen, and he wasn't my father anyway. I did what I always do when Hatori is upset with me, I snuck out. Climbing out my bedroom window, I dropped to the ground from the second floor. I landed on my feet, like a cat. It was late, and dark out. I was pretty much invisible - dressed in a black skirt that sat just above my knees and knee high boots that covered the rest of my legs in the same colour. A small strip of skin was visible between them, covered by my dark red tights, matching the shirt I was wearing. It was cut down the middle, almost to my navel and tied with a lace - sort of like a shoe lace - keeping the sides together. The sleeves on it were long, leaving only my midsection visible between the lace and my face. I felt impossible to see. My long black hair dusted my shoulders and framed my face. Now, some people said I looked like a street walker and admonished Hatori for letting me dress this way but he had long since given up on dictating what I should and shouldn't wear. I could fend for myself. 
I walked with a purpose, off Sohma property. No one stopped me, of course. I knew that they wouldn't. I didn't worry to walk alone. Once in town, I kept my head held high, my steps with meaning. The main road was safe. I went down an alley , though, knowing it was the quickest route. It lead me past Ayame's costume shop, and past a busy bar. I didn't get into any trouble from them - they knew me. Usually, if I was sneaking out, I'd go there and shoot pool, or shoot shit with them, and talk a few guys into buying me drinks. Then, once I was drunk, I'd hide in the bathrooms and call one of two people - Shigure or Ayame. Shigure would be my first choice  he'd come get me and let me sleep it off at his house. He wouldn't tell Hatori and kept it a secret. Ayame would come get me, but he'd take me home. He never made me tell Hatori but Hatori would usually find me stumbling in drunk. Today, however, this bar was not my end goal. I didn't feel like ending up black out drunk in a seedy bar. I wanted to skip to the very end. 
Shigure's house is not that far out of the town. I didn't knock, I just walked in and slid off my boots, unzipping them from the top. The house was quiet - I checked the living room and kitchen. Both were empty. Were they out? I slipped into Shigure's bedroom - as he called it, his study. It had his bed and his desk so it depends on which one you want to focus on. He was sitting at his table, legs crossed with a pen in his hand, chewing on the tip of it. I slipped in behind him, my hand sliding through his hair - silky and black.
I didn't startle him, he must have known I was there. He glanced up to greet me, his lips curling into a smirk. Shigure was nearly ten years my senior, but you had to admit he was attractive and when his lips curled like that - I melted every time. 
"Hina, honey, shouldn't you knock or call? Honestly, could I have a girlfriend over," He said, turning towards me. I chuckled.
"I thought I was your girlfriend," I teased, sitting next to him with my hand on his knee. I could see the beginning of the manuscript he was working on.
"I have too much love for just one girl, Hina, you know that. Especially a girl who only comes over to drink my alcohol or sleep after drinking other peoples," He teased back.
Shigure and I had an affectionate relationship, always had. I moved in with Hatori when I was seven, and he was seventeen. I was basically always with the older trio, ignoring those cousins my age - Haru and Yuki very rarely were objects of my attention. When I was thirteen, and Shigure was twenty three, he was the one who gave me the abridged version of the birds and the bees. Hatori had become my full time care taker and he couldn't do it, I guess. Other than that, our relationship never progressed more than playful flirting. Out of respect, and maybe fear of my brother, on his part.
Sex for people like me is difficult. By that, I mean the Sohmas. Our family secret keeps us from being intimate with people outside of our family and being intimate with people inside our family is not really frowned upon. Which is weird, but keep in mind that my close nuclear family doesn't even live in the same continent as me and my adopted brother is really my fifteenth cousin nine times removed or some shit - its all very diluted relations.
"Well, I guess I don't have to pretend to be here because I miss you, then, huh?" I quipped. I stood from the spot I had sat in just moments previously. "So, where's the sake? And where's everyone else?"
"The Sake is in the kitchen, my dear, and Yuki and Tohru are out. He has a star space club meeting... and She's at Ou's," He said. I couldn't help but snicker.
"A high school sleep over? Full of girls, should't you be peeping in the windows for some spank bank material?" I asked, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Kyo isn't letting me leave the house tonight, and after all, you're all the spank bank material I need - what on Earth were you thinking, walking all the way over here with a shirt on like that? Hatori must have lost his god damn mind," He spoke even as I walked out of the room to find the liquor.
I found it in the cabinet, and then decided to go see if Kyo wanted to drink with us. I didn't know Kyo very well, he wasn't around a lot when I was younger and truth be told, until he came to live with Shigure, I didn't remember he existed most of the time. No matter how much of an anti social person I am, though, I am a very social drinker. I walked up the stairs to his bedroom, and opened his door. He was looking at something. Pictures, maybe, or some old school porn. I couldn't tell the difference - he covered it up with the blanket when he heard me.
"Hina? What the hell? Why didn't you knock?" Kyo's shouting didn't even phase me. I knew he was firey and prone to outbursts, so was I. I ignored him.
"Hey, Kyo. I'm gonna drink with Shigure. If you want to come drink with us, you're more than welcome to," I said, turning around.
"Ugh, gross. Alcohol and drinking with that pervert? Does Hatori know you're here? Jesus." He cursed at me, albeit slightly. I simply laughed and shrugged.
"We'll be downstairs if you decide to join us."
He did, of course, but it took a little bit of time. I was already too shots in, complaining about my grades.
"You know, Kyo and Tohru seem to be struggling with Chemistry, too. Maybe the three of you can have a little study group. Although I doubt they would be any help. Maybe Yuki, though," Shigure suggested, having had a few shots himself. His robe was undone, revealing his upper body but he had on boxers under it so nothing too secret was showing.
"Tch," We heard Kyo from the door way, coming in to pick up a bottle and a shot glass. "I wouldn't trust that idiot to tutor a kindergarterner, none the less a high schooler." He poured himself a shot, downing it - my shot glass, mind you.
"Are you gonna tutor me, then? Cause my grades look broke as fuck." I loved that phrase. Saying things were broke when they were bad - American and European slang is so interesting and creative. "I'll pay you in - uh.." I faultered off as I realized I had no currency.
"Sure, I'll tutor you in Chem if you help me with English - it's not fair that you're fluent," He spoke with a sigh. I had spent my first six years of life in America so I spoke the language pretty well, with a year in foster care with an English speaking family in Japan before being adopted back into my clan. My foster family had their memories wiped by my adopted father.
"Sure thing, I can do that. It's difficult but once you get the hang of it." Looking at me, you'd have no idea I was ever in America - I speak with an Japanese inflection, i'm ethnically Japanese, my parents were first generation immigrants to the country. Still are, actually, they live in Columbus, Ohio. 
The rest of the night went off pretty well - Kyo only did three shots. Shigure and I finished off the bottle. We talked, and vibed, I don't think I'd ever seen them get along so well. Eventually, though, I passed out on the floor of Shigure's study.