Chapter 2
“Kai.”
Sharp, like knives.
Damn pirates.
“Kai. Hey, Kai! Kaito!”
No, not pirates, and not that sharp... More like claws, like a cat; like the cat his family owned—what was its name?
“Go ‘way, Samba.”
“Samba? Kai, wake up. Samba’s been dead for years! Come on, get up! You said you’d come watch my game today. I have to leave soon, but not until I know you’re up and getting ready.”
Not a cat, a bunny...
An annoying little bunny of a sister poking him in the side. A sister who didn’t give a damn if last night had been the most important step of his musical career so far. No, she certainly wouldn’t care how nerves had twisted his gut, making him unable to sleep for a week, nor how exhausting it was to perform for two hours straight at a constant peak of energy. No, all she ca
