Chaos At Yuna's Home

Chaos At Yuna's Home

A Chapter by Noah Wayverlynn

Later that day, Osoro Aishi came home from work. Yuna was sitting on the couch while her nanny Ayumi Tanaka was sweeping in the kitchen. "What Happened here?" she asked as Ayumi looked up towards the door. "your daughter went insane and broke all of your dishes. I asked her politely to do the dishes, but she decided to throw them at me instead. Dude, your daughter's insane. She even spilled the dish soap all over the floor. I offered her some banana cream pie, but she just picked it up and threw it right at me I quit! I'm not coming back until you straighten up your daughter! She is an insane little brat." Ayumi cried. Once she finished sweeping up the broken dishes, she asked for her check and ran out the door. Once she closed the door, Yuna's mom called to her. "Yuna Aishi! You know better than this. DO NOT THROW DISHES AT PEOPLE!!!!!! We've been over this several times. You know how to do dishes. Do them when people ask you to." When Osoro tried to take Yuna's phone away from her, Yuna dodged her grasp. "There must be a way for me to straighten you out." Osoro said as she tried again to grab her phone. After a few more attempts, Mrs. Aishi went outside to call Yuna's brother Kenta Aishi. "Kenta, your sister Yuna is out of control and she has some really bad behavior issues." The mom said as she sat on the front steps. "Send her over here mom. I'll straighten her out for you." Kenta's voice replied. "If she refuses, tell her I'm sending someone to get her." Osoro stood up and started walking. "I'll start packing her things." She said quietly. "Alright. She can't have any electronics with her, and no candy or soda." Kenta replied quickly. "She will also be required to wear a uniform here, so she just needs one set of clothes." He continued. "Okay bud." Mrs. Aishi replied. After the conversation with Yuna's brother, Osoro went inside to watch Yuna. "Yuna! Start packing a set of clothes and your hygiene supplies You are going on vacation." She called out. "Where am I going?" Yuna asked aggressively. "To your brother's teenage behavior institution" Osoro said quickly. "Well, I'm NOT going!" The daughter said as she aggressively pushed her mother. The aggressiveness Yuna showed toward Osoro Aishi was not typical for teenage girls her age.  "Yes you are missy." The mom replied as got back up on her feet. A few minutes later, Akira Aishi walks in. She was studying for a test with her friend Taro Saiku at the school. "Akira sweetheart, can you please watch Yuna as I get her things packed up? She is going to your brother's behavior institution." Akira always got asked to look after Yuna when Osoro was busy because she was much more powerful, and is part of the student council at Yanamikara High School. The one thing that Akira had that would make Yuna do anything she was told was a can of pepper spray. Yuna absolutely hated the pepper spray, so she would do anything she was told if anyone raises one up to her. Her sister Akira was also part of the self-defense classes that Megami and her friends went to, so she had extensive training. Once Mrs. Aishi went upstairs to pack Yuna's things, Akira asked Yuna where the remote was. Yuna was the last one to have it, but didn't know where she placed it. The sister told Yuna to look for it, but Yuna refused. "Yuna Aishi, look for the remote. You were the last person to use it." Akira Aishi demanded. Yuna shook her head, and yelled "No Akira! I am not looking for the remote for you. Either get off your butt to look for it yourself, or ask mom to help you." Yuna got up, and walked to her sister. She tried to punch her hard, and push her to the ground. However, Akira dodged every attack that came to her. She grabbed Yuna's arm, and restrained her. Yuna tried to get back up, but Akira's grasp was too tight. Suddenly, Osoro comes down the stairs with Yuna's suitcase. She sees Yuna on the floor, and Akira pinning her down. "Girls! what are you doing now?" she asked with a concerned expression. "I told Yuna to look for the remote since she was the last one to use it, but she kept refusing. She came over to me when I wasn't doing anything, and tried to attack me. I restrained her to defend myself." Akira explained as she kept holding her sister down. The girls' father was good at keeping Yuna under control, but he was overseas on a long business trip. He wouldn't be back until a year later, so Osoro had to attempt to keep her youngest daughter under control. When the mother put Yuna's bag into the back of her car, she told Yuna to get in the back seat. Instead of listening to her mom's orders, Yuna ran back up stairs to pretend she was sleeping. She locked the door to her room, so that no one would be able to enter. "Mom, Yuna isn't in the back seat. I'll go check and see if she's in her room or somewhere in the house." Akira Aishi reported. "I'll come with you." she said as the two girls walk toward the door. "Yuna!" they both called. When the young girl didn't answer, they went upstairs to check in the bedrooms. When they got to Yuna and Akira's room, they tried to open the door. "It's locked." Osoro said with a shocked expression. Osoro knocked on the door loudly. "Yuna! It's time to go." she said. "you better open up sis, or I'll pepper spray you!" Akira added. Suddenly, they hear a click at the door. The door was unlocked. When they opened the door, they saw Yuna fast asleep on the top bunk bed. She must have quickly opened the door, and went back to sleep. The two girls tried to shake Yuna to wake her, but she was sound asleep. At this moment, she was not pretending anymore. "Wake up Yuna! We're taking you to that behavior institution." The two girls called out. Akira stepped up, and grabbed the blanket off her sister's bed. "Huh? where did my blanket go?" Yuna said quietly. She woke up, and got off the bunk bed to find it. "Let's go missy." Osoro said with an angered tone. "No mom! I am not going to that place." the girl argued. Osoro looked at Akira, and then back to Yuna. "Okay, but don't be surprised when you see two people come get you. I'm having your brother send someone to pick you up." she said quickly. "Now go downstairs, and look for that remote so we can all watch movies." Akira demanded. "No." Yuna said aggressively. Akira grabbed the pepper spray from her purse. "I said do it now." she said aggressively. Yuna still refused. "Your sister is going to pepper spray you Yuna." Osoro warned. "Have at me Akira!" Yuna yelled. Akira raised the pepper spray, aimed it at her sister, and sprayed. "Ouch! Stop! that burns!" Yuna cried. Osoro and Akira looked at each other, and then back to Yuna. "Sorry Yuna. You have been warned." they both said. The two girls walked out of the room, and closed the door. they were going to let Yuna think about her actions while recovering from the pepper spray. Osoro looked for the remote, and found it in the trash. Yuna was trying to dispose of the remote. Later, Akira heard banging coming from upstairs. She went to check on Yuna, and discovered that Yuna was throwing things at the wall. "YUNA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" Akira yelled. Osoro came running upstairs to assist Akira. Yuna had trashed the room by throwing everything on the floor...including things that belonged to her sister. "That's it! we're taking you to that place now." they said. The girls restrained Yuna, and brought her down to the car. Once they got Yuna into the car, Mrs. Aishi and Akira locked the doors. Yuna tried to lean over to bang on the window, but Akira was quick to put her arm across her sister's side. The drive was full of chaos, and no silence. 


© 2018 Noah Wayverlynn


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Added on November 30, 2017
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Noah Wayverlynn
Noah Wayverlynn

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Yo! It's Noah here! I love to write stories, poetry, songs, and more! I am gender fluid and visually impaired. hope you enjoy the writing! more..

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