Hey everyone, here's a short little piece to try and get back in the swing of things. I found this in my drafts and it gave me a laugh, it's mostly crack disguised as fiction I'm not going to lie to you. I could definitely see myself making another part to this, but for now this is it. Hope you enjoy.

"Hey Mrs. Kiyama," you smiled, as the middle aged woman in question opened the door for you.

"How many times have I told you," she frowned mockingly. "It's Kana to you young lady."

"Sorry," you smiled apologetically, bowing your head but still taking notice as her warm brown eyes sparkled with mirth.

"Come in out of the cold," she offered, standing aside and holding the door open once she had felt you were properly 'remorseful.' "Ranjiro's taking a shower at the moment, be he'll be done soon."

"He will be?" You questioned, taking off your shoes and exchanging them for the guest slippers by the door, noticing her choice of words and finding them odd.

"He's already been there for an hour," the matriarch scowled, closing the door behind you and taking your thick jumper from you, which you were greatful for. "He'll be getting out soon, even if I have to turn off the hot water. If there's any left that is."

"Let me know if you want any help with that," you grinned angelically, but Kana wasn't fooled for a second.

"You're trouble you are," she laughed heartily, ushering you further into the house. "But you're good for that boy of mine."

"Him getting out of that shower works for the both of us," you shrugged, enjoying the friendly camaderie you had been able to strike up with four best friend's mother. "You get your water back, and I get to go hang out with my friend sooner."

"You two have plans?" Kana frowned suddenly.

"Yeah?" You replied, craning your head to look at her questioningly as you completed the round the corner journey into the lounge room, where the heater was turned on, blasting out a steady stream of balmy air. "I thought you would have known, we were going to go look at some new launchers that just got released and grab lunch."

Kana shook her head. "That's fine dear, but Ranjiro should have known not to make any plans for today. His father and I have a small, 'surprise' coming for him, and I asked him to be here for it."

"We've been planning this for a while now, " you told her, trying to defend your friend without seeming rude, not wanting to get him onto any trouble because you accidentally said something you shouldn't have. "Maybe he thought he'd get back in time?"

There was a look of utter exasperation on the elder blonde's face, one that you for some reason, found highly amusing.

"That boy," she swore, making a strangling motion with her hands, and you guessed that it was meant to be Ranjiro's neck that she envisioned wringing.

"Sorry," you said regretfully, feeling bad for having upset the friendly woman.

"It's fine," she said, heaving a long suffering sigh. "He probably got his days mixed up, it wouldn't be the first time. You two go and have fun."

"But what about–?"

"Don't worry about it," she waved away your lingering concerns. "Things will work themselves out. You sit down and warm up."

You gave her a thankful smile, doing as she said and taking a seat on the comfy armchair that was slowly growing to become 'your spot' with every visit to the Kiyama household.

"Let me know if you want any help with getting him out," you reminded her as she went to leave. "I'm already getting ideas."

"You're something else N/n," Kana laughed, leaving the room to go back to whatever she had been doing before you arrived, trusting you enough to be left to your own devices inside her house.

Minutes went by, and you amused yourself by scrolling through social media, until you reached the end of your feed and you had nothing to do. Just as you were slipping your phone back into your pocket, you heard the front door open and then close again as someone darted inside.

You smiled, reasoning it must have been Ranjiro's father, was would probably stop upon seeing you in his lounge room and have a small chat, keeping you occupied for another short while.

A pair of footsteps made these way down the short hall, leading to your current location, and you frowned upon hearing them. They weren't familiar to you. Ranjiro was up in the shower, and Kana was in one of the back rooms, but this person's stride was to hurried and heavy to belong to either of them or their patriarch. This confused you, you didn't know of anyone else who had access to the house aside from your friend, his parents, and yourself with the key that Ranjiro had cut for you shortly after you had stayed the night around a month ago now, a key you were yet to use out of sheer politeness.

You were given no more time to ponder the mystery, as a tall blond teenager passed by the doorway, doing a comical double take upon seeing you in his house, and suddenly, it all made sense to you.

You had seen him before, but only in photographs and occasionally on TV. Rantaro Kiyama, and Ranjiro's older brother, but judging from the expression on his face, he didn't know who you were, which also made him your next target.

"Easy there tiger," you warned in a low voice, standing up from your chair and making sure to make yourself look threatening. "Wouldn't want mummy freaking out, now would we?"

"Who–?" He squeaked, but you spoke over him in the same calm and controlled tone that you had used before.

"I don't want any trouble," you lied, keeping any emotions that could give you away like humour off your face with a practiced ease. "Just get on your knees and empty your pockets."

Face drained of blood, Rantaro Kiyama did as you said and slowly got down onto his knees, emptying his pockets to turn up a large packet of candy and a few crumpled notes.

"The bag," you nodded seriously to the item, knowing perfectly well that it was full of lollipops, and that the Kiyama men always had the best supplies of their sugary fixations. "Slide it over to me."

Hazel eyes (identical to Ranjiro's) wide, Rantaro bent forwards and slid the brightly coloured packaging across the carpeted floorboards where it came to a rest at your feet.

Your own eyes on him, you carefully ducked down and grabbed the bag, pocketing it and standing back up again.

"Please," Rantaro tried, resorting to pleading with you. "Don't hurt me."

You allowed a wide grin to break onto your face suddenly and relaxed your menacing posture into something much more laid back.

"Hey, chill out dude, I'm just messing with you." You informed him causally, trying not to laugh at his priceless expression. "Your brother's one of my mates, I'm waiting for him to get out of the shower."

"Oh my God," he breathed, tears welling up in his eyes as he slumped forwards onto the floor.

"I'm totally keeping this stash though," you declared, tapping the pocket you had shoved the bag into. "You did kinda give it to me."

"Y/n, what's– Rantaro!" Kana fairly screeched, catching sight of her oldest son before noticing something was up. She glanced between his defeated form and your smirking face, which you quickly schooled into an expression of pure innocence. "Oh, I see you've been L/n-ed."

"I thought she was a burglar," he complained to his mother, looking up and giving her a pleading look.

Kana nodded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "This is Y/n, that girl we've been telling you about, Ranjiro's best friend."

"Where did he find her?"

"He ran into me," you informed him while taking out a lollipop from the seemingly infinite supply and giving the wrapper a sharp pull. "Literally. So I shouted at him, sassed one of his friends, insulted his club and then he decided he liked me."

Rantaro's expression was one of incredulousness mingled with disbelief, one that only deepened when Kana gave a soft snort of amusement as you regaled your first encounter with her youngest child.

"Is someone talking about me?" A familiar voice reached your ears, and you looked away from Rantaro just in time to see Ranjiro walk into the lounge room, toweling off his mass of hair, which was slowly beginning to fluff back up to its natural state as it air dried. "Bro?"

He lift the towel from his head, and regarded the scene he had walked in upon with no small measure of confusion. His mother, leaning against the doorframe and giggling uncharacteristically so to herself. You, standing in the middle of the loungeroom, a look of innocence on his face that he knew by now meant trouble, a familiar sort of candy in your mouth. And lastly, his older brother, slumped on the floor, looking as though he was seriously contemplating curling up into the fetal position while he was still trying to get over his nasty shock.

"Y/N?" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and sounding extremely exasperated. "Why did you feel like you had to break my brother."

You blinked at him and thought for a moment before shrugging. "I got bored."

"And what do you say when you traumatize people?"

"In my defense, I was left unsupervised."