A/N: Second Digimon fic! This is so cool! Alright, here we go.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Digimon, and I just stabbed myself with a pen.

Summary: Rumiko’s ‘Long lost Sister’ comes to visit, and Ruki is stuck taking care of her daughters …And the oldest is surprised at just how different Ruki acts at school than she does at home.

Pairings: Ryuki, Jurato.

Ages: Okay, this will be a slight problem. I have to switch Ryo’s age to be two years younger than he should be. Ruki is 15 in this fic, and Ryo would originally be 19, but, to fit in properly with this fic, I have to make him two years younger, 17, to be still at school, I would have made Ruki a bit younger but because of the Japanese educational system (three years in middle school, three years in high school), I had to alter the ages a bit. So I apologize for that.

Ruki, Takato, Juri, Jenrya, Hirokazu: 15

Ryo: 17

Shuichon: 11

OCs:

Noriko: 16

Haruka: 10

Suo: 17

Rumiko’s ‘long lost sister’, Sayaka: Around Rumiko’s age.

Warning: This fic contains rather strong language.

Chapter One - Stupid Princess.

Ah shit.

Makino Ruki hadn’t felt like fighting back when her mother told her to act in a ‘respectable manner’, right when she was informed her ‘long lost’ Aunt was coming over.

She regretted it.

She should have said no, run into her room and shut the door (she had gotten rid of the sliding wooden door because it was hard to slam without the lock breaking apart), otherwise she wouldn’t be standing here, wearing a puffy yellow dress that made her look like a deluxe ice-cream sundae she swore she saw at the ice-cream parlor, a red leather choker, and orange high-heeled shoes. Her hair was let down and had a surprising amount of glitter smothered into it, all courtesy of her mother of course.

And ultimately, a fake smile that had ‘fuck you’ written all over it.

Great, I look like fucking Big Bird.

Damn my mom. Damn her sister. “Ruki, dear, Sayaka will be bringing her two girls with her, I expect you to show them around and make them feel welcome.” Damn her sister’s daughters. Damn Juri for not calling me right now.

She didn’t break contact with the door in fear of losing her edgy ‘fuck you’ smile. She was just about to run up to her room and rip out of her dress, but alas, the doorbell rang.

This was it.

Okay. A greeting… A greeting, a greeting…

Hello, welcome to our home, pleased to meet you.

Too pansy.

Hello, we weren’t expecting you so soon.

Not like I cared.

Hello, my mom’s glad to have you here, but I sure aren’t.

Snicker, snicker…

Hello, welcome to this shithole I’m supposed to call home.

Yup, that’ll do.

Click.

“SAYAKA!”

“RUMIKO!” Sayako and Rumiko ran to each other and met in a lung-crushing hug.

Behind Sayaka were two shy-looking girls. The older one was about Ruki’s build, gorgeous looks, had long, wavy red (much like her own) hair, and blue-purple eyes, she was clutching onto the younger girl’s wrist, and wore a neutral expression. The younger girl was almost a spitting image of the older, only smaller, and had black hair.

They were like two beautiful porcelain dolls.

It almost made Ruki jealous.

Keyword being almost.

Sayaka turned to Ruki and her eyes widened in shock. “Rumiko! Is this your daughter?” she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth.

“Why, yes she is.” She said with great pride.

“She’s so beautiful!”

Ruki wasn't expecting that. “Thanks.” she bit, a compliment in that wording being new to her.

“My pleasure!” Sayaka just smiled warmly at her. “Oh! These are my two little girls, Noriko,” she gestured to the older one, “and Haruka,” then to the younger one. They both bowed and whispered their greetings. “I think Noriko is about your age.”

Ruki only raised her eyebrows in acknowledgement. An awkward silence followed, and Ruki took advantage of it to quietly go upstairs and change out of her dress.

What strange people.

When Ruki came downstairs, Rumiko, Sayaka, Noriko and Haruka were already having dinner, and she quietly walked into her dining room, now free back in her tank top and shorts.

“Ruki.” Rumiko quietly scolded.

Ruki took advantage of the fact that there were guests around, and Rumiko would never dare to scold her in front of guests. “What is it?”

“Your clothes…”

She smirked inwardly. “I don’t see anything wrong with them.”

Rumiko hesitated to say something, but just left her alone. Ruki walked over to the table and sat down, helping herself with her dinner that was already prepared. Ruki was quietly munching on her salad while idle chat passed around, until Sayaka inquired Ruki.

“Well, Ruki, you seem to have a very carefree lifestyle.”

“I guess.” Ruki kept minimal contact.

Noriko, while pondering on a potential conversational subject, absentmindedly got her fingers tangled into each other. As a result, a single chopstick slipped out of her fingers and fell, stumbling across the floor. She awkwardly lowered her head under the table to see where it went. There it was, lying harmlessly next to Ruki’s left foot.

“Ruki, can you please get that, hun?”

Ruki almost shit herself laughing. What a funny accent. The fuck? ‘Hun’? “What?” Ruki did not look up from her food.

“Do you mind getting my chopstick, hun?” Did Ruki just twitch? “Please, hun?”

Now it was getting annoying. “Get it yourself.” She grunted.

“Um… It’s closer to you…”

“Then get up.”

Noriko frowned. She may be a problem. “C’mon…”

This time, Ruki completely faced Noriko and fixed a glare at her. “Are you really that lazy? If you just can’t be fucked to get down and get your chopstick, then fucking get another one, either you get it yourself or you’re going to eat with one chopstick.” Her voice had raised and she was now half-way up off her chair.

Rumiko was astounded by Ruki’s behavior, and awful language. “Ruki!”

“What?”

Fortunately, Sayaka tried to reason. “Noriko, just get down and get your chopstick, please. The floor is clean.”

Noriko blinked at her mother, but obeyed. Who does she think she is… getting grumpy for no reason.

Ruki slowly eased back into her chair, and decided that, she really had no good reason to be angry, so she tried to start conversation. “So, um… How long are you staying?”

“Nine months.” Noriko answered. But Ruki completely ignored her. Noriko rolled her eyes when she realized this.

“Nine months.” Repeated Sayaka.

Ruki’s mouth dropped. “Nine months?”

“And Noriko will also be attending your school for the time being. I’m pretty sure school in America is different from here.”

“What? ARGH!” She slammed her chopsticks on the table and stomped up the floorboarded stairs to her room.

“Is she okay?” Haruka suddenly spoke up.

“I’m pretty sure, dear.” Rumiko answered.

In a matter of a few minutes, Ruki came back downstairs in a pair of jeans, shirt and an overcoat.

“I’m going for a walk.” She called bitterly.

“Oh dear, she’s leaving? What if something happens?” Sayaka was worried she might have done something wrong.

“Don’t worry, it’s safe. Besides, she’s probably going to her boyfriend’s house.” Rumiko smiled.

Noriko muttered to herself. “Who would wanna date her…?”

Haruka, beside her, heard. “I don’t know, sister, but I think she’s really pretty.”

Noriko turned to face her sister. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Stupid relatives.” She muttered, trudging through somebody’s garden. “Stupid cousin. What a princess.” She snorted.

She arrived at the apartment entrance.

1… 2… 3… Here it is, 4.

She pressed the button and in a ring, a familiar voice graced the speaker.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“Ruki? What are you doing here?”

“Open the door.”

A loud buzz sounded and she hastily pushed open the glass door by its white frame, lightly grazing her coat on the red brick of the apartment.

After racing up several flights of stairs, Ruki, panting, arrived at his door and rung the bell.

The click of the door was heard as it was opened. “Ruki? Good evening.”

“Evening, koi.” He moved aside and she let herself into the narrow entrance corridor as he closed the door, and took off her coat to hang on a wall-hook.

He noticed her loud panting, “Been working out, huh?” he joked. She only turned around and gave him a disdainful face. “You know, that kind of turns me o—“ She slapped him upside the head, effectively bouncing it off the wall. She gave him a smirk, “Shit, Ruki.” And he rubbed the injured area with his palm in a circular motion. “So, what are you doing here?” She subconsciously pecked him on the lips (out of habit) and threw herself on his couch.

“Relatives are pissing me off.”

So this explains her sour mood. At least, more sour than usual. “Relatives? Wait, you never told me about relatives.”

“I didn’t, did I? Well, three of them are staying over at my place right now.” She picked up his TV remote.

Akiyama Ryo meekly sat down next to her and put his arm around her while she flipped through the channels.

“Get off me.”

Ryo chuckled. “Okay.” He removed his arm from her shoulder.

“Is your dad home?”

“Nah, he’s working late.”

“I see.”

Ryo sighed. “Tomorrow’s a big day, huh? I can’t believe you’re coming to my school. I can finally get to see you everyday.” He beamed at her.

“Everyday? Greeeaaat.” Her sarcastic remark caused Ryo to lose his grin. She noticed this, “Koi, I’m joking, you idiot.”

He smirked at her. “I know. How could you be affectionate and insulting at the same time?”

“It’s your influence.”

“It’s part of my charm.”

“HAH. Charm.” She rolled her eyes. She tried to changed the subject. “What of your fangirls?”

“My fangirls? Which legion?” He winked at her.

She just rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t fuck with me. Anyway, wouldn’t they bind me onto a flaming pole when they find out you’re dating me? I mean I don’t know about how things work at your school, but I know the fact that I’m a freshman doesn’t help much with my survival.” He laughed at her interesting choice of words. This sort of conversation was unlikely for her.

“I’ve got it under control.” He gave her his trademark grin.

She shook her head, but smiled back at him. It was likely that she could single-handedly take on his army of skanks, but she loved his optimism all the same. “Your head’s too big.” She smirked.

Pointless ‘so-lame-it’s-funny’ TV shows passed and the commercials came up once again.

“So, who are these relatives of yours?”

“Aunt and two cousins. The aunt seems okay but her oldest daughter is so… so prissy I wanna bite off her head.”

“Oh, how old is she?”

“About my age, I guess.”

“Is she pretty?”

Ruki looked up to Ryo and raised an eyebrow at him, and no matter her denial, she couldn't help but be a little bit envious. Although, she’d never admit it. “No.” she spat untruthfully.

“Ruki…” he pushed. She knew he knew she was lying.

“…Yes.” So much for never admitting it.

“Thought so. If you think she’s pretty, she must be.”

“I hate her.”

“You hate a lot of people.” He dismissed the issue casually. “When’ll I get to see her?”

Ruki looked at him in disbelief. “Are you crazy?”

“What?”

“Ugh, don’t worry, she’s going to be attending our school for nine months anyway.”

“Not any good news for you, is it?”

“Right, and she's got this weird Japanese too.”

"Maybe she didn't speak it at home?"

"It's this weird twang though. I don't know."

Ryo shrugged. He shifted his gaze from her face and it landed on the TV “Hey, wait! Leave that on, don’t change the channel!”

“What? It’s just another shallow Ms. Whatever contest.” It’s been a while since she’s seen one, so she kept it on. This one wasn’t full of tall, busty women like she remembered the last time these Western competition programs occupied the evening. Instead the competitors seemed adolescent; voluptuous and maturing, yet their faces full of childish eagerness. However, the winner was small framed and delicate.

“Yeah, but, she looks kinda like you.” He grinned at her. “Look, she’s getting crowned. Must’ve won. What’s this called?”

Ruki checked the television guide next to her, “World Gal. It’s a repeat from last week.” She considered the title. “Last time I checked, ‘Gal’ was a publically negative notion.” She mused, regarding the ‘gyaru’ (gal) that is associated with ganguro girls and the fashionable Japanese youth-like.

English is a strange language.

She dismissed it, instead taking a closer look at the red-headed figure on TV, suddenly getting hit by a pang of familiarity. “The fuck!? That’s her! That’s Noriko! It’s my cousin! She fucking – won this thing!?”

"World Gal champion, Japan Gal! Full of beauty, grace and elegance, she is the type that many people..." The contest host ecstatically rambled in his thick Pommy accent.

Ruki’s head started to spin. Such a high-profile relative would be a bit much to handle.

Looks like she’s going to have to share the fame.

“That’s your cousin? Wow! She has red hair, just like you!”

“Um, so?”

“So? We don’t see many people with red hair much. Wonder if it’s natural. And look how hot she is.”

Typical, she thought. “Meh.”

“Are you jealous?” he teased.

“No.”

“Ah. Okay.” He grinned again, completely not believing her. He was just about to tease her further when the phone rang. “Wait a sec.”

He released his grip from her and he ran to the phone. She could hear his voice from the kitchen.

“Hello?”

…

“Uh, yeah, she’s here.”

…

“Not too long ago.”

…

“Well… pretty much.”

…

“Okay sure.”

…

“No problem, pleasure is mine.”

…

“Thanks. See you, Makino-san.”

He put the phone back in its place and Ruki knew what was coming.

“What’d she say?” she asked when he came back.

“Oh, she wants you to come home now.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, g’night.”

“Night.” He kissed her goodnight and escorted her out the door.

“Makino Ruki, you just ran out, you stayed at your boyfriend’s house, it is 9PM, and you have school tomorrow! More importantly, it’s your first day, and Noriko is attending your school tomorrow!”

“But mom, you like Ryo.” That was it? No sarcastic remark, bitter comeback? Well, I am a little tired.

“Ruki – stop. That’s not the point.” Seems like she wasn’t the only one that was tired. “Just listen, that means, you are to be preparing everything for tomorrow and to show Noriko around school, and please, introduce her to your friends; she doesn’t bite.”

Ruki understood and left her place, murmuring to Noriko as she walked passed towards the stairs, “That’s what she says.” And didn’t walk away without Noriko seeing the smirk on her face.

Bitch, Noriko thought.

“And make sure you make a good impression tomorrow! Take into consideration your reputation, Ruki!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Gee, she wants me to show her around.” She said to Ryo over the phone.

“I don’t know, maybe she’s really nice, give her a chance, won’t you?”

“She’s lazy, bitchy and border-manipulative.”

“I’m afraid to ask why from you.”

“She wanted me to get her fallen chopstick when she could’ve just gotten it herself.”

“Was it closer to you?”

“…Yeah. Well, like, fuck, I’m not going to touch something that’s been in her mouth.”

She heard him laughing on the other end. “Wow, Ruki, you are one tough customer.”

“Shut up, Akiyama.”

He laughed again. “I don’t even understand why you can’t just… be nice to her. She doesn’t seem like a total bitch.”

“You’ve never met her. She just gets on my nerves. Especially that thing I told you about.”

“Oh, yeah, that ‘hun’ thing was a little weird. To think she could tone down after a couple of hints.” He laughed heartily. “Well, you’re still family after all.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Did you get a letter from your grandmother this week?”

“I did, actually. She said the customers are loving her cooking.”

“Those Nagoyans are lucky, aye. When is she coming back from helping at your uncle’s café?”

“Don’t know. But I do miss her cooking.”

“With your cooking, I can see why.” He laughed.

Ruki’s eye twitched. “I’ll kill you tomorrow.”

“How cruel…”

She rolled her eyes. “Make it slow and painful.”

“I think I just made her highness angry...” He laughed at her again.

“Whatever. I’ll need a leash and collar.”

“For your cousin?”

“No, for you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And I wa—“

“RUKI! OFF THE PHONE AND GO TO BED, RIGHT NOW!” Rumiko’s distant voice boomed through the house.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yeap. See you tomorrow, wildcat.” He repeated giddily, "Tomorrow!"

She laughed at his strange femininity. “Night.”

She turned the cordless phone off, putting it back in its station to charge, and she wrapped herself up in her covers.

A/N: This took quite a while to edit. And sorry for the corny "World Gal" title, haha. Couldn't think of anything else. It’s been a while since I’ve worked on a fic. Ah well. Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Please review!

PS: To anybody British, I meant absolutely no harm by calling the television host's accent a "Pommy" accent. Thank you!