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|Tales of Yukio Book 3, Chapter One|
Chapter One, ChoHee: Sisterly Advice
As young children, MiHee and I shared a room. And every night, she'd tell me about her day.
It used to consist of her playing with her friends at school, but as we got older, her stories became more complex. They weren't about dolls anymore. They were about right, wrong, and that stupid area between the two. After she was about ten, we stopped sharing a bedroom and our nightly talks became absent. I figured MiHee had outgrown them. But I really missed her company.
There was something about the middle of the night that made my little sister seem magical. Her normally boisterous laugh became a hushed giggle. Her bright green eyes were stars in the moonlight. And as she slept, the corners of her full lips pulled up into a facsimile of a smile.
But tonight, I was the vulnerable one of the two of us as I snuck into her room.
"MiHee?" I whispered, feeling out of place. I could tell that she wasn't asleep. She was laying on her left side gripping her pillow tightly and she always slept on her stomach. She turned on her back to look at me.
"I couldn't sleep," MiHee explained.
"Me neither," I admitted.
MiHee sat up and untangled herself from the large comforter slung over top of her. She scooted over on the bed and patted the spot next to her. I crossed the long room in eight steps as MiHee smiled at me. I couldn't help but grin back.
I took a deep breath as I sat down next to her. "Do you need to talk, ChoHee?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes," I answered. "Am I a bad girlfriend for not knowing what to do for Taylor?"
Taylor learned so much in such a short time. For one, he learned that Kohanna was his aunt. Two, he learned Myung Dae's true plans. But the worst of all was the fact that his grandfather had been lying to him for his entire life.
He was devastated. And that was probably an understatement. He tried so hard to be strong. He took care of himself and trained, but he seemed like he had gone into just survival mode. He was just alive and there was no spirit within him. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. I was helpless.
"Oh, ChoHee! Of course not! Taylor will snap out of it. He has to do it himself, though," MiHee answered as if it were extremely obvious.
"I don't know MiHee... What if he breaks up with me because I didn't say anything?" I asked, self-consciously. It felt very girly to worry about a boyfriend.
MiHee rolled her eyes and glared at me. "ChoHee, Taylor is lucky to have you. If he breaks up with you, it's his loss. You're like, the nicest, most beautiful, most special girl I know. And if he's so thick that he can't see that, he's an idiot.
"And, ChoHee, if you've taught me one thing about boys, it's that you shouldn't feel pressured. If he pressures you, ChoHee, I'll make sure he loses an eye. Or I'll Earth-cuff him and- I don't know! But when I do know, it will be intense!" MiHee yelled, sympathetically.
I ignored the fact that she had just yelled and I laughed. I sometimes overlooked the fact that she was a perfect little sister. "That'll teach him!" I joked. I jabbed my finger into her side. She jumped, then giggled.
"But he's not pressuring me," I assured. "What should I do about his problem, MiHee?"
"That's a good question," MiHee replied.
"Ugh!" I groaned. "There has to be a solution!"
"ChoHee, it's one of those gray areas. What's good for you might not be good for him."
"What would you do?" I asked.
"My advice is that you should wait for him to get over it."
"But that doesn't solve the problem."
"You can't fix his problem. It's not your responsibility. Your grandfather hasn't lied to you your whole life. You didn't find out that you have a whole family you've never known about. You aren't the Avatar," MiHee said simply. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "I think you're tormenting yourself over nothing. You tend to do that."
"I do not!" I defended. "You're crazy."
MiHee laughed. "You also assign blame."
"Well! Y-you know what-" I stuttered.
"I do know what. 'I'm wrong'," MiHee mocked. "But think about it, ChoHee: You hate being in the wrong. And you know that what I'm saying to you is true, so you're going to do everything you can to manipulate my intelligence into something that looks false.
"But what I'm saying is that he needs time. He'll get over it. He'll talk to you soon. Then you two will get married and have a bunch of pretty babies. Just give him a while."
"Who said anything about marriage and babies?" I asked.
"It's pretty obvious, ChoHee," MiHee said through a yawn. "If you don't become Mrs. Avatar, I will eat my entire Kyoshi Warrior uniform."
"Even the makeup?" I teased.
"I don't know about all that. That makeup tastes like candles," She answered.
"I'm not all that surprised that you've eaten the makeup, but candles?"
MiHee just giggled. "Good night, sis."
Waiting was going to be hard. But I'd have to try it in the morning.
"Good night, MiHee," I responded, pulling the comforter over the two of us.
Behind the Scenes!
- This chapter took the longest time to write. That time? Nearly two months.
- This chapter was originally going to be a one-shot that focused entirely on ChoHee.
- The author does not recommend consuming candle wax or makeup and is not responsible for any injuries/medical conditions that occur from a person's ingestion after reading this chapter.
- The author also does not recommend the consumption of large amounts of fabric, such as a Kyoshi Warrior robe.
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