There was a thunderstorm brewing over most of the Aichi Prefecture. The storm was centering around a mansion which had a large field where a tall unicorn stood.

The unicorn appeared to be a mare; her mane and tail were pure white, and her coat was white as well with blue lines running parallel across her body. She was about sixteen hands tall. Her eyes glowed red, and on top of her head was a majestic crystal horn. All around her lightning arced across her body, making the long hairs of her mane and tail stand up on end.

She whined and reared up, just in front of where her three target dummies stood. As she reared back, three columns of lightning rained down and struck their targets. What was left standing were three scorch marks.

Not too far from the mare was a teenage girl with a mature physique for her age, black hair in a spiky ponytail with bangs on the right side of her face and onyx colored eyes. The girl sighed at the sight of what the mare did. "Rakurai, you need to keep the dummies intact. You don't want to accidentally kill a villain or a criminal with one of those strikes."

Rakurai looked at the girl for a second then she bowed her head, looked away, and pawed the ground. The girl looked at what Rakurai was doing; she wasn't pawing at the ground because of a nervous habit, she was writing something. It was one word. "Clothes?" it read.

The girl smiled a little. "Of course." She lifted her shirt a bit and a set of clothes came out of her skin. She turned around and held the clothes behind her.

Another strike of lightning hit the ground. The bright light and the sudden boom made the girl flinch. She heard someone coming up behind her and grabbed the clothes from her; the girl waited for about two minutes before she turned around. Standing before her was Rakurai, who just finished fixing her hair. Rakurai was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white blouse. She was very tall and had a runner's build, as well as a large bust size, but underneath her blouse was binding tape that was clear as day. Her hair was long and braided, its color a pure white with blue streaks in it, and her eyes were red; her skin tone was a pale. A crystal horn was located on her forehead; it curved up and sat off center to her left.

Rakurai rubbed her forearm. "Thanks, Momo, but you couldn't give me a dress?"

Momo gave her a deadpan look. "Rakurai, you can't just have one set of clothes. You need to learn to be comfortable in any type of clothing."

Rakurai looked down, rolling her shoulder. She was trying to fight the compulsion to electrify the pants off her body. "Right. Sorry, thanks for the tape at least."

Momo smiled and nodded; she then looked at the destroyed target dummies. "You really need to learn a way to not destroy those. If you can do that, I'm sure you'll be a fine hero."

Rakurai's body was starting to spark, and small bolts of electricity arched around her. "It's not my fault I can't control exactly how lightning works, just be glad I can turn down the amps." She rolled her shoulder again, clearly uncomfortable about something.

Momo saw this and decided to ask. "Are those pants bothering you that badly?"

Rakurai shook her head. "No, I just need to wash. I can feel my skin literally crawling. I've been out here for too long." Her horn flashed blue before a discharge of lightning came out of it.

"Ah!" both girls screamed.

Momo sighed for the umpteenth time. "I guess we should call it a day for now." She walked up to Rakurai and gave her a hug; Momo could easily rest her chin on Rakurai's shoulder. "You really need to work on that problem of yours."

Rakurai stiffened for a second, but she quickly relaxed and returned the hug, resting her head on top of Momo's. "I know, but I could be worse. The past five years of therapy has helped; it just hasn't helped me break it yet." The two broke the hug and laughed a bit.

Before the two could continue with training, a butler came out and called to them, "Miss. Yaoyorozu, Miss. Hikaru, your mother would like to talk to you two."

"Thank you, Mr. Key," Momo called out, and she looked to Rakurai. "Come on, let's not keep mother waiting." She then started walking to the mansion with Rakurai not too far behind.

As they walked, the storm dissipated, the sun shining through the clouds that were left. Rakurai looked at the sky and smiled knowingly. "That weatherman really needs to predict the weather better; that's the third one in the past two weeks."

Momo giggled into her hand. "Then maybe someone should stop messing with it." Both girls went into a laughing fit for a minute.

As the two walked down the halls, Momo could tell that Rakurai was getting worse. "Why don't you go wash? I'm sure mother will understand."

Rakurai rubbed her arms, electricity sparking as she did so. "No, no, it's fine. I'll take too long anyway, and as you said, let's not keep her waiting."

Momo gave her a long look; she then drop her stare and sighed. "If you say so, though I know mother will understand if you need to excuse yourself."

Rakurai nodded and walked ahead. Momo could see that she was still tense but less so. "I guess she's more worried about what mother has to say."

The two teens stood outside of Mrs. Yaoyorozu's study. Momo looked to Rakurai, and the living storm gave her a nod in return, then Momo knocked on the door. "Enter." Both immediately followed.

Mrs. Yaoyorozu sat at a large desk in the large room, typing away on a computer to the left. Behind her was a large bookshelf filled with many books; in front of her was a lounging couch with two end tables at both ends, and a large curtained window had light shining through it further to her left.

Rakurai and Momo bowed and took a set on the couch. Mrs. Yaoyorozu stopped typing and addressed the girls. "I'll make this as quick as I can. The reason I called you two in is to discuss your future educations." She opened a drawer and pulled out a file document that was labeled UA recommendation. "I know both of you want to go to UA, and UA only has four recommendation spots. I just checked with the school and there is only one spot left." She set the document down on the desk and looked to the girls. "I've talked to your father about this and we have made a decision, however, we would like to here what you two have to say."

Momo looked between her mother and Rakurai and began to speak, "It should be Rak-"

"Momo. It should go to Momo," Rakurai interrupted her. Both Yaoyorozus looked at the transferable mare. Rakurai rolled her shoulder. "Momo is your blood daughter; I am not. She should have it by that right alone."

Momo turned to her. "But Rakurai, you deserve this chance; you deserve every chance to become a great hero. After all you've went through, y-"

"Momo," Rakurai interrupted again, "That's exactly why I don't want it. My family brought shame on me and the Hikaru name." She looked to Mrs. Yaoyorozu. "That's why I kept my last name; I want to make that Hikaru means something. If you give me the recommendation, I won't take it as an honor, I'd take it as a slap to the face."

She put a hand on Momo's shoulder and gave her a determined look. "If I take this, I believe it will bring the Yaoyorozu name down, and I don't want that. So please take it, Momo."

Momo looked at Rakurai; the look of determination remained strong. Momo knew now that it was fruitless to continue this, her shoulders dipping in defeat, and she exhaled a breath. "Fine, I'll take it." She looked to her mother. "Is this alright with you, mother?"

Mrs. Yaoyorozu smiled. "Oh most certainly; I'm just glad that at least one of my daughters is guaranteed to go to UA. However," she looked to her adopted daughter Rakurai, "this is the only time to take an opportunity like this; are you one hundred percent certain?"

Rakurai nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Alright then, that settles it." She looked to her blood daughter. "Momo, my dear, I'll need you to sign the document." She then looked to her adopted one, "Rakurai, I'm going to need you to up your training. UA's entrance exam is only ten months away, and you need to get your OCD under better control. It may be livable right now, but in the line of hero work, your OCD will quickly become a liability."

Rakurai suddenly went rigged and sparks started flying off her, accidentally shocking her sister. "Ah!" Rakurai looked to Momo.

"Sorry!" She got up and bowed. "May I be excused?"

Mrs. Yaoyorozu sighed and put her hand to her forehead. "No wonder you two came here so quickly. Yes, you may dear." Rakurai quickly left.

Both of the Yaoyorozu women sighed. "I told her you'd understand if you had to wait, but she was determined to not keep you waiting," Momo explained as she rubbed her shocked arm.

Her mother chuckled. "It seems she was so focused on what I had to say that she completely forgot about her OCD for the moment."

"Mother, if you don't mind me asking, who did you and father choose?"

Her mother looked at her with a small smile. "At first we thought we'd give it to Rakurai, but after thinking about how she'd react and feel, it was as she said, it would have been giving her a hand that she didn't want nor needed." Mrs. Yaoyorozu took a set next to Momo. "She wants to let the world know that all of her achievements were of her own doing. So after giving that a proper thought, we decided on you." She brushed Momo's hair out of her face. "Does that answer your question, dear?"

Momo smiled and nodded. "Yes, ma'am, it does."

"Good." Mrs. Yaoyorozu quickly got up and grabbed the document and handed it over to her daughter. "Just sign the blank spaces, then you're free to leave."

Momo did as she was told and soon left, respectfully bowing before doing so. She walked the halls of her home in search of her adopted sister. Checking Rakurai's room first, the door was like all the others, plain white, except there was a sign that had Rakurai's name on it and below that was another sign reading, "please wear the slippers before entering, thank you."

Momo looked down next to the door and saw a box full of clean slippers. She chuckled to herself. "The number has grown again." Taking a pair and putting them on, she entered the bedroom of her sister.

The room was large and extremely clean. The queen size bed was in the middle of the back wall, opposite to the doorway. The windows allowed daylight to enter near the left of the room. To the right were two doors, a walk in closet on the left and a bathroom on the right, which was in use.

Momo walked up to the door of the bathroom and knocked. "Have you been in there long?"

Rakurai took a moment to answer. "About fifteen minutes. I'm trying to keep it under thirty."

"Did you pick out your clothes, or did you just jump straight in?" Momo asked, knowing the most likely answer.

Rakurai took a small pause to reply. "No... I just jumped straight in."

Momo sighed and "asked" her another question. "You zapped off the clothes I gave you."

The sloshing of water was easily heard as Rakurai took her time to answer again. "Yeah..." was her reply.

Momo just shook her head. "Of course," she muttered to herself. "Did you have an outfit in mind?" She could at least help Rakurai.

Rakurai was glad for the change in subject and quickly answered. "I bought a new dress recently; it should be the only one on the clean rack."

Momo went to the closet and entered the very spacious room. To her immediate left was a drawer filled with shoes marked dirty; right next to it was a drawer with only two pairs of shoes marked clean. Momo grabbed the blue pair of flats. She walked in further and found a lot of sundresses on the dirty rack. Next to them was the labeled clean rack with only one dress, a simple blue garment that would cover most of her top. "Ah, so that's why she picked it, so she could hide her bandages better," Momo thought to herself. She felt a small frown forming. "Why doesn't she see that she has a beautiful body? I wish she didn't have to tape it down so much." She looked at a mirror behind her. "I'm sure it's hurting her more than helping."

Rakurai made a new record, twenty five minutes! She was proud of that. That feeling of pride quickly vanished as soon as she looked at herself in the mirror. She covered her chest more with her towel; she tried to make herself shorter, and she tried to hide her horn from view. Her problem areas, as her doctor would tell her. "Problems indeed," she said aloud, unknowingly. "Maybe if I was shorter," her grip on the towel tightened, "Maybe if my horn was centered," her other hand grabbed at her horn, "Maybe if my breasts were smaller." Her horn started glowing and sparks began to arc around her again; her body started to tremble. Tears threatened to burst through. "MAYBE IF I DIDN'T LOOK SO MUCH LIKE THEM!" she screamed out, then the lights went out. Rakurai fell to the floor, covering her face with her hands and cried freely.

Momo heard Rakurai's outburst and ran in. Seeing her adopted sister on the floor crying, Momo came over and pulled her into a tight embrace. Rakurai clinged to her sister and poured her raw emotions out. She was still sparking, shocking Momo, but Momo didn't care; her sister needed her.

"Miss. Hikaru, are you alright?" Mr. Key walked in and stopped at the bathroom door with a flashlight in hand and saw the two sisters holding each other. "Miss. Yaoyorozu?"

"Mr. Key, go get me her music box," Momo ordered.

Not a minute later Mr. Key came back with the music box. The box was a small, yet beautiful, wooden box, painted white with gold trim. Cravings of horses pranced all over it, showing the ebony wood underneath the paint.

Momo grabbed the box, brought it to Rakurai's face, and opened it. A horse popped up; it was rearing up and its front legs were moving back and forth as it spun around. The music was calming and beautiful. Rakurai's gaze was incapacitated by the horse and the song as she remembered how she got it. "Momo gave this to me as a birthday gift, it was my first year of being adopted; she said she made it herself." Rakurai smiled at the memory and soon relaxed.

Momo rubbed Rakurai's shoulder. "Better?"

Rakurai rested her head on Momo's shoulder and just stared at the box. "Yeah..." she replied, not really paying attention to anybody. Mr. Key left the room without a word to let the sisters finish their moment. The two just sat there until the song ended, and the moment it did, Rakurai was out of her hypnotic trance. She looked around a bit and back to Momo. "That bad huh?"

Momo just nodded and helped the white haired girl up. "I recommend you getting dress and worry about training tomorrow. I think you earned it."

Rakurai giggled and rubbed the back of her neck, accidentally dropping the towel around her. She quickly caught it before showing too much. "Yeah... I think you're right." Momo left while fighting back a laugh.

Rakurai looked at herself in the mirror once more, still feeling the anger and anxiety but less so. She was feeling more content but she knew she still had a long way to go before she could think positive thoughts about her body. Looking at the music box, she smiled, knowing she was going to be ok. "Mom's right, I need to break my OCD or at least get it under control."

She looked at the dress she wanted to wear, lying on the bed with other garments and matching shoes. She saw the tape that was on top, walking over and grabbing the roll. "One step at a time; it may take forever, but I'll get better." She put the tape away and got dressed without it. "I'll just wear it when I'm out and about, or really need it." She tried to reassure herself, yet the anxiety of not having it on was high. She looked at herself in the mirror once she finished and was surprised that the dress actually hid much of the top half of her figure. She spun around, letting the skirt flare out, and she smiled. "I think I'm going to be ok... eventually."