"Ayeka and Yosho part 1"

"Ayeka's good news."

Brother Yosho - ! Oh, Yosho, big brother!!'

Crying out, a girl jumped from the window into the room where the son of Azusa, Yosho Masaki Jurai lived. The Imperial families lived in the castle built in a whole huge tree called the 'Tenjyu' and as a prince of Jurai, Yosho's room was located in a quite high area but that girl never cared about it. The girl was like Sesami, when she was younger, she had sky blue hair that pointed out like a pineapple like her mother's. She had leafs all over her clothes and hair which showed how she got through all those branches.

She jumped on her brother which was reading a book in his study.

'I got you! Yosho!!'

'Ayeka, I told you not to come in through the window. If father knew about this he would be angry at you again.'

Though his accent was strict, Yosho grinned cause of it. Cause of this his scolding didn't make any sense and so Ayeka didn't stop laughing.

'But Mother Misaki is does it often, too.'

'- Oh no,' watching his sister's merry laugh, Yosho sighed.

It was true. Despite being as a second mate of the Jurai King and a Mother of Ayeka, Misaki was using the Tenjyu's external wall as her own walkway. She kept on doing it since she was a child and she didn't ever stop even after she became a Mother. as an Innocent and harmless act it may have looked, for Yosho it was nothing else but trouble.

The reason for that was-

'Little Yosho. Good mo~rning!!'

Every morning at the same hour, Misaki came along the wall and showed her face through the window of Yosho's bedroom and called for him in a humming voice. Yosho was already looked 12 years old and it mortified being woken up by a woman that was elder than he. Especially having his morning style watched. The reason was quite simple, the call of nature as a man was not an exception for Yosho. However - .

'Good morning, Lady Misaki. You look very cheerful today as usual,' showing a merry smile, Yosho replied to her bearing not to show out his grinning. If he didn't do so, she would be disappointed and puff out her cheeks, then stick her cold hands in his blanket and tickle him and the she would take off his blanket.

'Oh no. if she does so-.' Thinking to him self trying not to show his front part. Yosho kept on waiting till the typhoon passed away.

'A typhoon was better. It wouldn't come by every morning.'

'Hey big brother, hey Yosho!!'

'Oh!?' Called being by Ayeka, Yosho turned around and apologized to her. 'I'm sorry Ayeka. What is it?'

'Tell you what, I heard Mother and Mother Funaho talking to each other.'

'You climbed all the way up to there again?'

It was natural for him to be surprised as their room was at the top of the Tenjyu; several hundred meters higher than Yosho's room. Though there was a safety system, so she could not be injured by chance.

'What if you fall down? And also peeking is bad manners.'

'But'

Yosho let his finger at Ayeka's lips and said to her.

'It would be terrible if you got hurt. And if something happens to you, uncle Utsumi and ante Seto, Father and Mother would be angry, you know.'

' You too? Big brother?' Ayeka asked him looking up.

'Yeah, of course.'

'Ok. I won't do it any more,' blushing her cheeks, Ayeka said in a small voice.

'Good girl.'

'You know what,' wanting to say something Ayeka turned to Yosho again.

'Hm? What is it?'

'You know, I- they say that I'm going to marry you. Mother and Mother Funaho were talking about it.'

'What!?' to Ayeka's words, Yosho was surprised. He imagined that type of senior but his reaction in truth was an unexpected one, even to himself.

'Is it true?'

'Ye- Yes'

It was two weeks later when the fact of the engagement between Yosho and Ayeka was discussed at the high council of Jurai.

Yosho was 12 years old and Ayeka was only 4.