A Place Called Home [Eiji/Natsumi]

Natsumi woke up in her bed for the first time in way too long. It was her room, her bed, her everything in here. This was her space. Yes! Natsumi yawned as she slipped on clean clothes. Too lazy to walk, she floating herself out of the room and closed the door behind her. As she floated down stairs, she saw him. It was the boy who showed up! Eichi… Eiko… Eisuke.. She couldn’t remember.

What Natsumi did remember is that she promised Natasha she would give him a chance. So, completely silently, she floated above his head, upside down on the ceiling. This was ‘his chance.’ Natsumi had a wonderful idea. Natasha was gone. He thought he was alone! Once Eijiro set the bowl down and was walking away, Natsumi slid the bowl along the counter so the the bowl would make noise.

'Guess who's haunted!' Natsumi thought, remembering the movies that she and Natasha would watch about ghosts and other cool supernatural things. If he still returned to his seat and phone scrolling, Natsumi would open the hall closet door and slam it shut, letting the bang echo throughout the house. 'Be scared!'

Natsumi was trying so hard to mimic the movies about ghosts and phantoms that she watched, and everything was going unnoticed. Usually after moving objects and slamming doors, the ghosts and phantoms and demons all got mad and started throwing people around, but that would make Natasha mad. Watching him ignore her, Natsumi angrily puffed out her cheeks. Once he entered the bathroom, however, a whole new game could be played. She smiled...

'Hehehehe...'

As he began with the bzzzz bzzz bzzzz of his razor, Natsumi telekinetically slammed the door shut. If he tried to open it, he would find quite a bit of force holding it still. Good luck getting out of there! Not to mention, as she pressed her hands against the door, she sent her reiryoku through the cracks around the frame. This allowed her to get a vision of inside the room, where she slid the soap across the counter, open and closed the medicine cabinet, and rapidly slid the shower curtain across the rod. The toilet also flushed, towels began floating around his head, and the light switch went off and on, dark and light. Definitely a ghost!

There was no fearful high pitched scream. No running away or falling. She heard him ask something to stop and could sort of sense him facing away from her, toward the shower. Seriously!? This was all the reaction she'd get?! There was no way he was that brave! Natsumi wasn't one to call another person stupid because she had no sense of measuring intelligence... yet. She was getting there with Eiji...

He used his hand to try and stop the light switch from flipping on and off, which was mildly amusing, but she wanted to scare him, not annoy him. So much for being like an annoying younger sister... Maybe little sisters on TV were different from real life? Natasha picked a dumbass for her brother...

Boring...

Natsumi sighed, stopped it all, and unlocked the door. She didn't open it...

"Y'er so borin'! What is the point of even tryin'!" Natsumi groaned and waved her hand at the door. It opened inward, strongly swinging toward Eiji. She didn't care if it hit him! With a puffed face and a stomp, Natsumi just went to watch TV.