The forgotten

It's been a year since everything happened. Nylo, Tsubasa, and I are still the best of friends. I'm so glad I have them in my life. So much has happened last year, I'm so glad it's all done and over with.

It doesn't change the fact that I haven't forgotten about Bon-Hwa. Even though he did in fact kidnap me, I still feel close to him.

" What are you thinking about?" Getting out of my thoughts, I turned to Tsubasa. He still calls me those silly names, but just not as often as he did before. Actually, if he does that to every girl he sees, he might actually be a player.

" I'm pretty sure you know already." I told him as I signed. " That's true." " I don't. I heard Nylo say as he grabbed an apple from the kitchen. Oh yeah. Did I forget to mention that they're in my house? Now that I think about it, I've never had any boys over before. Actually nobody has ever been in here but me and my family. Woah.

" Do I have to say?", I whine. " Yes." Both Tsubasa and Nylo say in unison. I looked at Tsubasa with a confused look. He must have got the hint because he said something I never thought I'd hear him say. " He deserves to know, princess." " SEROUSLY! STOP CALLING ME THESE NAMES!" I yell. " Does it bother you, buttercup?" He's doing this on purpose.

" Fine. I was thinking about Bon-Hwa. I mean, what if he's in danger or something?", I confess. " You don't even know the guy." Nylo says, taking a gigantic bite of the apple. " Yeah but....I strangely feel like I am. Maybe the two days I spent with him did something to me. He did call me a lot.", I shrugged.

" I don't know. Maybe he's your long lost brother." Tsubasa says. " As if!" My parents wouldn't do that to me. No way. They would've told me, right?

I got up from the sofa in the living room and walked up the steps. " Where are you going?", Tsubaba asked. " You know where I'm going.", I answered. " I don't have to have powers to know where your going." I heard Tsubasa and Nylo snickering as I ignored them, and continued going up the steps.

When I reached my parents' bedroom, I opened up the door. Oops. I forgot to knock. Hope I didn't barge in to something I would have to bleach my eyes with later.

Phew. Thank goodness. I found both of them laying down on their phones. " Mom, dad. There's something urgent we have to discuss."

They both got up and put their phones down beside them, telling me they're listening.

" Do I have a brother I never met?" I bluntly asked. They both started to choke. That's odd. Interesting.

" Considering your reaction, I do have a brother I never met. Is he perhaps two years older than me?" They both stared at me. They must be wondering how I'm so good at these guessing games.

" Your wrong about everything. You don't have a brother you never met." My father told me, snickering. I'm really getting tired of these men and their snickering.

" However....." My mother's says giving my father a nudge in the arm. " You do have someone you never met." I gasped. What could it be? A sister?

" It's not a sister. Although that wouldn't be a bad idea." My mother told me, as if reading my mind. " Eww mom!", I yell. " Oh please. Your 16. You could handle these kinds of discussions.", she tells me. " Anyway, could you just tell me who it is?" I asked.

" Why do you want to know so bad anyway?", my father asked." Because while I was at SS Corps, I met a man two years older than me. His name is Bon-Hwa." My mother and father both looked at each other. Do they know him?

" Sweetie.....what?", my mother asked out of disbelief.