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When you have supernatural powers, the impossible becomes possible. Or at least that’s what my brother likes to monologue about sometimes. I’ve stopped listening to him whenever he starts his tirades about how awful his powers are, cuz seriously? I would kill for his powers! Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself.
My name is Kuriko Saiki, and I am a regular person.
Now I know what you’re thinking, why do you want to read a story about a regular person? Well, I don’t know either. Maybe just leave and read something else, I don’t care. This story is real, and important to me, but you can go read your weird werewolf smut, I don’t judge.
Life as a normal person is normal. Shocking I know. Annoyingly, my family is anything but normal. My eldest brother, Kusuke, is some freaky genius with so many awards under his belt and contraptions he’s invented that he’s super rich and lives in London, as far away from us as he can. My other older brother, Kusuo, is a psychic. He’s the one I mentioned earlier. He likes to wax poetic about how terrible it is to have these powers, how all he wants is a normal life and blah blah blah. He’s so dull, and I do not care that he can hear me writing all of this, go away Kusuo.
My parents, Kunihara and Kurumi Saiki, are your basic parents. Head over heels for each other to the point that it’s kinda gross, nice to me and my siblings, perfectly polite to other people, whatever. I love my parents, but they can be quite a lot sometimes. I think my brothers agree too.
Before this story I’m about to tell you took place, I was in Paraguay for a few years, because I was bored of Japan and wanted to go somewhere new. Big whoop, not important whatsoever. This is about me coming back home, but I won’t bore you with details of the plane journey or the taxi drive or the weird section where I ended up in Egypt by accident because all of that is boring and I don’t care about it.
As I wandered up to the front door of my family’s house, I wondered what everyone’s reactions would be. Mum and Dad would probably be overjoyed, bringing out gifts and hugs and all that affectionate jazz. Kusuo already knew and probably didn’t care, considering he didn’t offer to oh I don’t know, use his teleportation powers and zap me home for free? Kusuke wouldn’t be there as usual, which was fine by me because he’s weird and I don’t want to spend more time with him than i have to.
I knocked on the front door and waited. It was evening, and my plane had only landed not too long ago, so I was exhausted. The door finally opened, both my parents stood in the doorway.
3,2,1.
“KURIKO!!!!!” they both bellowed and scooped me up into a hug. I returned it just as enthusiastically, since I truly did miss them, and let them usher me inside and bring in my bags. They fussed over me, making sure I had eaten and asking why I suddenly decided to come home without them telling me anything.
In the middle of my explanation, Kusuo teleported into the room. Dad jumped, and told Kusuo to stop teleporting so suddenly, but we both ignored him.
“Hey Ku.” I greeted.
‘Don’t call me that.’ his reply sounded in my head.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I responded.
“Why don’t you guys give each other a hug? You haven’t seen each other in so long, after all!” Mum said in her sing-song voice.
Both Kusuo and I grimaced.
“Listen to your mother, kids, it’s good for siblings to show affection for each other.” Dad attempted to scold us. We both glared at him and he shut up quickly.
“Exactly, your father is right, like he always is!”
“Oh please, I’m nowhere near as right as you, honey!”
“Oh dear, you’re so sweet to me! You’re the sweetest person around!”
You get the idea.
This carried on between them, and they got so distracted neither of them noticed Kusuo teleporting us both upstairs, me to my old room and him to his room.
‘Goodnight, Ku, I missed you.’ I thought to him.
‘Goodnight, Kuriko.’ he projected back. I smiled, and got into bed for a much needed sleep.