Week one...

CRASH!!!

"Mikagami!!!" Fuuko's little voice shook up the whole house. Tokiya groaned and stood up. He walked with heavy steps towards the room Fuuko was in, grumbling and cursing with every step.
"What is it now?!" he asked. It's been a week since Fuuko drank the potion, three weeks to go but Tokiya's house was a total mess. As if one whole week wasn't long enough! He peeked at the little girl's room which is supposed to be the guest's room in Mikagami's house. There, lay on the floor was a broken glass with water spills in it and Fuuko standing still beside it, looking at him with teary eyes. She was barefooted and was only wearing a little dress he bought for her. She was about to walk towards him. "Fuuko, stay where you are!" He held up his hands and ran towards her to pick her up. He placed her in his left arm. He walked towards the kitchen to get a broom from the closet and a cloth from the sink, placing her down on the counter table. He then went back to the room to fix the mess.

"I hope you'll be careful next time" he told her as he washed his hands off the dirt. Fuuko was just silent. She had her face down on the ground, swaying her legs sheepishly on the counter.
"I'm sorry" she apologized. Tokiya's head flew on the little girl. What did she say?! Was that Fuuko?
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he asked.
"I said I'm sorry. I'll try to be careful" she said again. Tokiya could just stare at her. Was this the Fuuko he once knew? She was...such a nice girl when she was young. Or was she just shy. She look pretty bullyish to Recca even as a child. "Is my room okay? Can I go back now?" she asked as she jumped off the table. She straightened her dress and ran towards the hall. She eyed Mikagami for an answer. He slowly nodded and turned his back to wash the cloth he just used. Fuuko ran to her room after that.

Week two...

      Somehow, he managed to survive two weeks after. Too tired tostand up with all the mess he has to fix, Tokiya thought of his childhood. Was he that messy as a child. So now maybe he would feel what his sister felt. But he was definitely NOT as clumsy as Fuuko.

BOOM

"AAAAHHH!!!"

      Speak of the devil. With an exasperrated sigh, Mikagami stood up from the couch for the tenth time that day. He walked towards the kitchen, noticing the smoke coming out of it. What the? he nervously ran towards it, fearing something must've happened to Fuuko.
"Fuu-chan? Where are you?" he asked, covering his eyes from the smoke. He opened the kitchen dorr and windows to let the smoke out, hopefully the neighbors won't think there was fire in his house. He then heard a squeak and coughing in the corner, just near the oven and the microwave. He cleared the smoke again and called for Fuuko.
"I'm here!" came the reply. As the smoke began to clear out, Tokiya had the full view of what might have happened. The microwave's busted with the door squeaking back and forth with the oven still giving off smoke. He first examined the oven. There inside were kitchen mittens, two of them on each side of a broken plate with something coaly black sticking on it. He took a new pair of kitchen mittens and brought it out. He lookd at Fuuko with a raised eyebrow. Fuuko blushed.
"I was hungry. I must've left the inside. The box says place in the oven so I put it in a plate then put it in the oven" she explained.
"You should've called me" he told her.
"I thought you were asleep" she replied. Tokiya laid the things down and walked over to the microwave. There, he saw a box of milk inside, only the box has somehow exploded and the milk came splashing down on every corner of the microwave.
"I want some warm milk too" she added. Tokiya sighed.
"What buttons did you push?" he asked her. Fuuko came over the buttons in the corner of the thing and pointed to...a lot of them. Tokiya's head was throbbing.
"I didn't what to push so I just pressed them all" she said, turning to him. Tokiya sat down on of the chairs. He took out a paper from the pocket of his shirt. He wrote down:

1.) curtains for the guest room
2.) a new flower vase
3.) navy blue cloth for the sofa
4.) new pillows for the guestroom
5.) clean oven
6.) get microwave fixed

      He sighed again, sinking down on his seat. As if he hasn't got any money problems at all. The others could wait, but he needed those things in the kitchen fixed immediately. He took off the plug in the microwave and placed it in the counter. He asked Fuuko to dress up to get ready to go to where they could fix it.

Week three...

Three...two...one...

PACK!

CRASH!

POW!

CRASH!

...........

"MIKAGAMI!!!"

      Tokiya stood up from the book he was reading. After three weeks of monitoring Fuuko, he somehow got his schedule fixed. At around that time, something would happen. He walked towards the room Fuuko was in, his room. He readied his pencil and paper with him as well. As he reached his room, it was worse thatn he thought, much worse! His clothes have scattered everywhere, his pillow has broken one of his windows, his covers layed on the bed unfolded, his papers were on the floor. Fuuko ran to him crying as if she saw a ghost. She climbed up to himand sat on both of his shoulders. She held his head with her hands while she looked around.
"Where is it?" she asked. Tokiya looked around.
"What?" he asked. Fuuko shivered in disgust.
"The cocky" she replied.
"A what?"
"The big black monster" she answered again. Tokiya was confused until...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Fuuko screamed as a two-inched cockroach rested on her hands. She shoved it off to the floor. She held Tokiya's head so tight, he couldn't see or breathe.
"Fuuko let go!" he said. As he was able to get Fuuko's hands of his eyes, he quickly stepped on the wretched thing. "There! Happy?" he asked her. Fuuko opened her eyes and nodded.

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