Disclaimer: All characters, plots, settings etc. belong to their original creators only. I claim nothing.

This Bonus Chapter is not so much a bonus as it is the real ending to my fiction, so just treat it like an extra chapter that doesn't fit into my chapter naming scheme.

I'll be putting my author notes at the end today, since it will be longer than usual.

"Misa-Chan?" A tired voice asked quietly, as the girl awoke and found herself alone in her bed. Looking across she room, Tsukasa saw Misao's futon had been pulled up beside her, and the petite girl smiled at the gesture. Misao lay face down on her mattress asleep, her entire body spread across it as messily as possible, the blanket pooled around her rear and her legs - covering little else.

With a small blush on her face Tsukasa leaned out from her bed and pulled the covers back over her friend, resisting the scandalous urge in the back of her mind to remove them entirely. Misao mumbled slightly as they were moved, but soon settled down again.

'Misa-Chan must be really tired from helping me so much.' Tsukasa thought to herself. 'I wonder if she'll want to kiss more…'

Tsukasa looked at her clock and noticed with amazement it was only nine in the morning, several hours before she usually woke up. Despite this she decided to get out of bed anyway, feeling less tired than usual, likely because she had gone to bed earlier. She stood up and stretched, yawning as quietly as she could to try and avoid waking Misao, feeling that the other girl deserved more rest for everything she had done for her.

On the small table in the middle of her room two empty bowls were stacked up, and Tsukasa picked them up to take downstairs. Matsuri had made her shrimp pilaf again, and there had been enough left for Misao to reheat two portions (though Tsukasa couldn't help but notice her portion had been significantly larger than what her friend had given herself).

The small girl exited her room and walked across the hallway, pausing for a few seconds outside her sister's room. She heard nothing and guessed they were probably still asleep too. The blue eyed teenager continued downstairs and entered the kitchen.

"Morning Tsukasa." The girl in question jumped in surprise at the mention of her name. Behind her Matsuri walked into the room rubbing her eyes free of sand, using a long sky blue nightshirt to maintain most of her decency.

"Good morning Oneechan." The younger sister replied politely.

"You're up early again." Matsuri commented. "Was that my pilaf?" She asked, pointing to the bowl in her sister's hands.

"Oh, yeah. Misa-Chan brought me up some last night. It was delicious."

"Thanks." Matsuri said with a smile. "Mom, Dad and Inori went out shopping early. So don't bother looking for them. How's your friend?"

"Misa-Chan's still asleep."

"Probably still tired from last night." Matsuri said as she opened the fridge and started looking for something that could consistute breakfast. "She looked it when she came in."

"She did?"

"Yeah. And you were asleep on her back, it was really cute." The older girl told her, smiling at how childish her sister was. "Don't even remember the last time I carried you like that. You're a little heavy for it now." Matsuri teased her playfully, reaching out and poked the smaller girl playfully in her soft midsection.

"I'm not am I?" Tsukasa asked with widened eyes.

"Um… calm down Tsukasa, I was joking." Matsuri told her, confused at her sister's reaction and regretting bringing weight into this. "Besides, I say stuff like that all the time and you never seem to care then. What's changed?"

"Um…"

"Boyfriend?" Her sister asked suddenly as she saw Tsukasa's hesitance, making the smaller girl jump with surprise.

"N-No!" The smaller of the two sisters burst out with a stutter, causing a wide cat like smile to appear on Matsuri's face.

"Oh wow, I was right wasn't I?" Matsuri asked in surprise, knowing from her sister's response the girl was lying to her about something.

"No!" Tsukasa tried to deny even as she turned bright red. "Besides, I haven't met any boys in the last few days, so I couldn't."

"You went out with that Misao girl, maybe you met some then?" Matsuri had stopped looking in the fridge now and was instead staring at her with as widening smirk. Tsukasa fidgeted under her sister's gaze, knowing she would eventually admit something. "Well, I'll find out eventually. Don't worry. I just hope he's cute."

Tsukasa put the bowls down next to the sink before quickly retreating from the kitchen, simultaneously concerned and embarrassed at how easily one of her sister's had noticed such a tiny change in her behaviour, though somehow she wasn't entirely surprised. After all, the sisters were close and knew each other well, it was only natural that they'd be perceptive to irregularities in one another - no matter how small.

The youngest Hiiragi girl was not used to worrying too much about her appearance, in that she tried to look presentable but rarely went out of her way to look attractive from a romantic viewpoint. She had long felt no one would be interested in her: she didn't have the more feminine body shapes that Miyuki and her sisters possessed but neither did she go to the other extreme that Konata occupied where she could be considered unique. Tsukasa had thought of herself as in between the two, bland and physically unappealing.

However, Misao's kind words to her both before and after they became more involved with each other had changed all that. Now, whenever she was worried about being unattractive all she needed to do was remember that look she had seen on her friend's face last night - that look of barely restrained lust for no one but her. No matter what, Tsukasa desperately wanted to make sure Misao never ever lost that feeling for her. That was the reason Matsuri's comment had stuck, even though she knew for facts that 1) her sister had been joking and 2) she couldn't have possibly gained noticeable weight in one night.

Her thoughts now turning to how she looked Tsukasa went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the large wall mounted mirror, giving a shocked 'eep' as she saw her reflection, thankful Misao hadn't been awake to see her. Forgetting for now about the weight comment, she concentrated on other things.

The girl who stared back at her looked tired, pale and still had sand in her eyes. In addition, her hair was oily and messed up, whilst her skin was shiny with sweat.

"Misa-Chan probably won't wake up by herself for another few hours.' Tsukasa thought to herself, remembering how similar her friend was to her in that respect. 'I'll have a bath and wash my hair.' Ordinarily, if she wanted to wash after waking up she had a shower, since having a full bath often took too long and she missed lunch, but she definitely preferred washing herself fully when she could.

Tsukasa went back inside and closed the door behind her, before stripping herself of what little clothes she was wearing, wincing slightly at the sudden drop in temperature. She couldn't help but glance at herself in the mirror for a moment - making sure to look properly before it misted up - and lamented her lack of curves.

Running the hot water tap on the bath she waited for the water to begin to turn warm before locating the large wooden bucket their family used for washing, and held it underneath, waiting for it to fill. When it was done, she left the bath's tap on so it would be full in time for her to get in.

"Tsukasa? Are you taking a bath this early?" She heard Matsuri's voice through the door, accompanied by a gentle knock.

"Yeah!" She answered, raising her voice to make sure it was heard over the sound of water filling the bathtub.

"Kay, can you put the cover over the water when you're finished? I might as well take one after you." Her second oldest sister asked her.

"Okay Oneechan."

"Thanks."

Once she was gone Tsukasa squatted on a small stool, pulling the bucket of water to her and grabbing at various assorted soaps and shampoos. In only a few minutes she had worked up a lather across her body and was busily scrubbing at her skin with a damp washcloth. After she was certain of her cleanliness she poured some of the bucket's water over herself, removing the foam which quickly escaped down the drain in the centre of the floor.

Next Tsukasa began applying the same treatment to her hair, pouring a generous glob of shampoo into her hand before rubbing it into her hair, thankful that it was shorter and therefore would be easier to wash and quicker to dry. Closing her eyes tightly, she rubbed her face over with soap before groping blindly for the bucket. Finding it she held her breath and upturned more water over herself, washing everything away.

The girl crawled in the vague direction of the towel rail, still keeping her eyes closed for fear of water getting in her eyes. Eventually however she was able to wipe at her face with a towel, clearing away unwanted water and restoring her ability to see.

Growing cold, Tsukasa hurried towards the bath. She gasped at the sudden heat as she lowered herself into the water, making a small 'oof' as the hot water passed over the different parts of her body until it was eventually past her shoulders. Their bath was fairly deep and the petite teenage girl was easily able to sink down further and further into the hot water until she could lean back and leave only her face free from the soothing warmth.

She let out a long contented sigh, and allowed herself to relax.

'I'll have my bath, brush my teeth, put some perfume and deodorant on and then I can brush my hair and wake up Misa-Chan.' She though happily, glad she would have time to prepare before waking her friend.

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"Misa-Chan?"

"Mmm?" Slowly, Misao raised her head from the pillow as she heard the voice. Almost immediately, she collapsed back into the soft material, not yet able to summon the willpower to force herself up. However she didn't fall back asleep, as one eye remained half open, watching her surroundings lazily for anything interesting.

"Misa-Chan? Wake up." Tsukasa knelt beside the futon dressed in a cream skirt with a matching shirt, looking down at her with the warmth of a sunbeam. Despite how tired she was, Misao smiled at the sight.

"Morning…" She mumbled sleepily. "What time is it?"

"Just a bit before eleven." Tsukasa answered.

"Do you think we have a little more time to stay in bed?"

"You want to sleep for a little longer?" The blue eyed girl asked. She had closed the curtains and kept her voice down just in case her guest wanted to sleep more, something Tsukasa knew she deserved to do if she wanted to. "I could wake you up later with breakfast if you like?" She offered, all too eager to please her.

"I didn't say 'I' Imouto, I said 'we'…"

"Huh?"

"And breakfast is right here." Misao ended suggestively, sitting up in an instant and pouncing. Though she was tired, the athletic girl was still able to unbalance her unsuspecting victim and pull her down over herself. Tsukasa found herself laying directly on top of Misao, staring her straight in the eyes, their faces only inches apart. Two hands were held around her lower back, keeping her there, with only the thin covers of the bed keeping their bodies from touching.

She blushed, knowing full well that Misao had chosen to go to sleep with her usual lack of clothes.

"M-Misa-Chan?" She asked, though she couldn't help but smile bashfully as she did so. "What are you doing?"

"Well yah see…" Misao responded with a tone that sent shivers up and down Tsukasa's spine. "My girlfriend offered me breakfast, but I'm hungry for something else…"

"Um… girlfriend?" Tsukasa asked in shock, as her body tensed on instinct.

"Yeah…" Misao responded, the tone she had been using gone, replaced with confusion. "Unless… don't you want to be?" The brown haired teenager asked, trying - but failing - to suppress the hurt look on her face.

"I'm not sure…" Tsukasa answered, leaning her forehead on Misao's shoulder, still lying over her friend as she thought. In truth, she hadn't thought about what the kiss might mean for her future, or about anything after waking her up. To have Misao call her that had just been a surprise more than anything else, but now she thought about it…"I'd be your girlfriend…" She said aloud, testing it out. It sounded… strange, but not bad exactly. The opposite actually.

"Yeah, and I'd be yours." Misao finished for her, smiling tenderly. "We'd be together."

"I-I think I'd like that." Tsukasa told her, looking up again with a shy but content look. "Misa-Chan?" The young twin asked uneasily as she burrowed back into the crook of her now-girlfriend's neck, lying beside her on the futon as they hugged, the duvet being pushed down to allow her to nuzzle bare skin.

"Yeah?"

"Can we… maybe… keep all this a secret?" The small girl asked, her once worried again eyes meeting with Misao's, this time begging her not to be mad. Instead Misao looked at her and gave that kind smile she loved.

"If you don't want anyone to know, I'll make sure no one finds out." Misao promised with a nod.

"Thank you…" Tsukasa hugged the warm body below to her even tighter, the tiny tears of happiness in her eyes dropping against Misao's neck, as the tanned girl spread light kisses on her girlfriend's head. "I know I'm being selfish right now…" She said quietly, her voice muffled.

"You're not, and I wouldn't care even if you were." Misao said quietly into her ear. "Come on, I guess we should get up after all."

Tsukasa nodded agreement and stood up, eventually sitting on her bed to wait for her girlfriend - thinking she would want to get dressed. Misao eventually stood as well, and with her back turned to her dropped the covers onto the floor, allowing Tsukasa to see how little of her body was covered by anything. The smaller girl looked to the ground on reflex - her cheeks burning at the near nude teen only two metres in front of her - but still found her eyes darting upwards to sneak a glance, feeling a little envious of her girlfriends body. The girl in front of her possessed an compact athletic figure true, but it was also firm and toned and on the whole more beautiful looking than she could ever think her own was.

As the young girl's eyes ventured further down - eventually ending up at the white bit of cotton that made up the entirety of Misao's clothes - she found her eyes widening as she saw one side had been pulled down substantially, exposing bare hip to her. 'Ah… I shouldn't be staring at Misa-Chan like this…' She thought to herself, feeling guilty for being such a voyeur, even if her supposed victim wasn't exactly unaware of her.

Misao eventually chose to dress simplistically, picking a white pair of shorts and a matching shoulder-less shirt held up with thin straps, forgoing socks in favour of her bare feet. She walked back over to Tsukasa - knowing that she had been watching but not minding too much - and sat beside her, putting one tanned paw over the other girl's hand and squeezing lightly.

"Next time, I get to watch you dress." She joked, loving Tsukasa's shocked expression as she said it.

"Don't you care if I see you?" The smaller girl asked, realising her girlfriend hadn't really been serious.

"Not really." Misao shrugged. "I don't mind you looking if you want to. And its not as if we've done anything really serious with each other."

"Well… I did touch you there…" Tsukasa mumbled quietly, pointing shyly at Misao's chest, ashamed that she had done something as intimate as touching her without asking or even checking if it was okay.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that. Guess that's what made me go a little wild." The tanned girl smiled awkwardly at her. "Sorry if I scared yah. Ya know, pinning you down and everything."

"I… I kind of enjoyed it." Tsukasa told her quietly, looking at the floor embarrassed to admit such a bizarre thing.

"Really?" Misao asked, surprised to see Tsukasa nodding with a blush, but happy that she had had the courage to admit such a thing. "I'll have to do it again next time we kiss then." She grinned happily, exposing her fangs.

The two girls lapsed into a comfortable silence, unsure what to talk about next but not overly anxious to start another conversation. Misao put an arm around the smaller girl and drew her close, leaning back against the wall behind her and letting Tsukasa lean on her in turn.

The young twin girl put her head on her girlfriend's chest, enjoying the warmth and the heartbeat.

"We're not gonna do anything today are we?" Misao joked, looking down at the girl tenderly. She got no verbal response, instead Tsukasa leaned up and kissed her softly.

"I'd like to do something…" The smaller girl murmured to her, her tone likely the closest thing to seduction she would ever be capable of. The brown haired girl she was leaning on nodded, before kissing her back, tonguing at her lips until they were surrendered and opened to her.

Tsukasa closed her eyes and gave an unconscious whine as she felt Misao enter her, and tried to mimic her actions. Her own tongue began to reach into her girlfriend's mouth, meeting moist flesh and the sharp points of her fangs, amazed at how truly sharp they felt to her.

The orange eyed teen unbalanced as Tsukasa pressed into her further, falling with a dull 'fwump' sideways onto the mattress. Almost immediately upon doing so she felt the light weight on her as Tsukasa mounted her stomach, legs kneeling either side and skirt short enough to ride up and expose something Misao couldn't say she wanted to see - not for lack of attraction, but for the worry of what she might attempt to do if she went out of control.

Misao blushed at the thought of Tsukasa flashing her if she even moved an inch, and this only increased as the smaller girl's hands hovered over her breasts.

"Can…. I touch them again?" She asked, hardly able to keep the eye contact necessary for such an intimate request. The two mounds weren't huge, a little smaller than her sister's though they were definitely still larger than hers. But they fit Misao's athletic body perfectly, and the way the white shirt clung to them emphasised everything there was. Tsukasa guessed Misao was just into being a B-cup, whilst she was barely an A-cup herself.

Misao looked at her - breathing heavily - and nodded.

"But… don't lift up my shirt." She told her, the uncertainty of her normally confident voice immediately worrying Tsukasa.

"Misa-Chan? Are you okay?" She asked with a guilty look on her face, convinced it was something she was doing that was upsetting her.

"I'm fine Imouto." Misao smiled at her, the knowledge that her precious Tsukasa was concerned for her giving a warm feeling to her body. "I just… don't want us to go too fast." 'This isn't happening like last time.'

"Sorry…" The smaller girl retracted her hands.

"Do you want to touch me there?" Misao asked.

Tsukasa nodded, her face red from admitting her shameful desire. The girl below her smiled, before gently taking the other girl's hands in her own and placing them on her breasts, ending the discussion with action. "Okay… but I'm gonna do the same in a minute." Misao winked.

Tsukasa - inexperienced and unsure what to do now that she was in control of the situation - leaned down and shyly began to kiss her girlfriend once again, her hair hanging down over her eyes slightly since hadn't yet tied the bow in her hair. Below her she experimented with kneading the soft orbs in her grip, eliciting encouraging sighs and rubs from her partner even as they kissed. As she kissed more passionately she squeezed harder, not noticing the discomfort on Misao's face.

"A-Aha! Ow!" Misao flinched and broke the kiss, twisting on reflex to pull her chest away from her girlfriend. "A little softer please Imouto, it hurts too much if you do that on the soft part."

"Sorry…" Tsukasa put her hands back on the soft flesh again, reminding herself not to use too much pressure. As she put her hands back she felt two tiny but unmistakable bumps through the fabric and knew instantly what she was going to do. It had been her treatment of these that had caused her girlfriend to lose control last night, and control was not something Tsukasa wanted her to have.

Misao fell back as Tsukasa stopped kissing her, focusing everything on touching her chest. She breathed out a deep sigh as she felt her nipples rubbed through the thin shirt, relaxing with a smile whilst her girlfriend pleased her - watching with interest her expression of concentration mixed with shyness.

The brown haired girl twitched a bit as the inexperienced fingers managed to get a grip on her hardened nubs through the fabric, closing her eyes and sighing as the feeling resonated with another part of her. Abruptly, Tsukasa's left hand let go and returned to kneading her breast. The right however did not, and remained where it was squeezing the sensitive teat tighter between thumb and the side of her forefinger.

The smaller girl watched in fascination the look on her girlfriends face as she alternated the strength of her grip, almost able to see the feelings through Misao's nerves as she twitched in response. Tsukasa took her left hand and retook her grip on Misao's free nub, wanting to increase the feeling, amazed that doing something to such a small bit of flesh could have such consequences, and that her girlfriend seemed to enjoy what she was sure would be really pretty painful for herself.

Now she noticed that Misao wasn't making her quiet relaxed breaths anymore, instead they were shallower and closer together, through her open mouth instead of her nose. Her eyes were glazed, and her thighs squeezed tightly together.

"My turn…" Misao panted huskily, despite the pleasure she was getting from those two erect nubs. Tsukasa nodded to her and got up without a word, standing patiently at the foot of the bed, waiting.

Misao knew immediately what she wanted, she wanted her to be as dominant as she had last night, that was the reason she had wanted to play with her like that too.

"You want me to hold you down when I kiss you?" Misao asked as she got up, a smirk coming onto her face now she knew Tsukasa did genuinely enjoy the rougher treatment she gave her. She got an embarrassed nod for her question, and in a flash had pushed her girlfriend back onto the bed, mimicking what they had done last night almost perfectly, though this time Tsukasa was able to lie flat on her back instead of being half on the floor.

She lay there, her eyes wide and innocent, her short hair splayed out across the covers.

Like a predator stalking its quarry, Misao crawled over the bed on all fours until she was right above the other girl, who looked at her with shy, timid expectation. She took her smaller partners wrists in her hands, and pressed them firmly to the sides, looking down at her with a hungry smile that made Tsukasa shiver.

Misao leaned in and lapped at her girlfriends neck, starting at her throat and moving around, every so often scraping her teeth against the flesh to give some redness, loving the squeaks her prey made at the feeling. She trailed down, to the place where Tsukasa's neck met her shoulders, choosing her spot carefully before opening her jaws and striking.

Tsukasa gasped as Misao's mouth locked around her neck, unsure of exactly what was going on. Four pinpricks across her skin told her where the fangs were pressing on her, so sharp she was sure if she moved too much she would be hurt. Despite this she wasn't afraid nor was she uncomfortable - the opposites in fact - her trust in her girlfriend absolute.

"Misa-Chan?" She asked timidly as Misao's body warm pinned her down. Slowly, her tongue began to lick at the captured flesh, running up and down, almost like a cat licking at it's milk. Tsukasa bit her lip as her girlfriend began to apply suction, inadvertently pulling the smaller girl's flesh harder against her sharp teeth. "N-Not a love bite…" She protested weakly, though the submissive girl knew there was no way of stopping her girlfriend, and that in truth she hardly wanted her to stop.

Misao paid no heed, instead she held Tsukasa's wrists tighter and more firmly against the bed as she sucked harder, enjoying the sounds the other girl made as she squirmed underneath her. She pulled back after a few more seconds, admiring the large bruise she had made on Tsukasa's neck as the young girl turned red in embarrassment.

As Misao allowed one of her hands to go free Tsukasa sat up and probed at the tender flesh, worried about how noticeable it would until she realised how low down it was - It would only be visible if her collar was pulled wrong, and even then she could just wear a jacket.

"I'm not finished with you…" Misao crooned as she took hold of her wrists again and pushed her girlfriend back down, kneeling over her stomach with a grin on her face as she pressed a slightly overly forceful kiss onto the girl below. "Just don't forget to struggle."

Tsukasa nodded her understanding, breathing unsteadily. She had been planning on it anyway.

"Kagami…" Konata yawned from her futon.

"Huh?" The other girl asked from her bed, sounding just a tired.

"I'm sleepy…"

"Don't wake me up to tell me that…" Kagami responded closing her eyes again.

"Guess its my fault for keeping us both up last night." Konata said, more to herself. In her bed the pigtailed girl nodded, before realising Konata couldn't see and grunting an affirmative. "It was a good movie though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. I liked it." Kagami admitted. "Still, two and a half hours? A little much for a movie."

"Well, it was the super special uncut version." The short girl pointed out, somehow able to still sound enthusiastic, even with a voice that mumbled half the syllables and speech broken up more by yawns than actual pauses. "Only two hundred copies and I've got three!" She announced proudly, her hand pointing dramatically at the ceiling before it succumbed to fatigue and fell back down beside her on the mattress.

"Didn't know that rule extended to DVDs too."

"Not everyday stuff I can replace easily, but it does with limited additions things." Konata answered. "What time is it?"

Kagami flipped over and checked her bedside alarm clock.

"Crap, its eleven. We're gonna have to get up."

"Why?"

"Because if I don't wake Tsukasa up soon she won't be fully awake until mid-afternoon, and she wont study."

"Maybe she's already awake?" Konata suggested, knowing that if her friend got up she would probably have to as well.

"Yeah right. This is Tsukasa we're talking about."

"Misao could have woken her up."

"Kusakabe's just as bad a sleeper as she is." Kagami huffed, pulling herself from the bed with a grunt. Unlike Konata who had gone in some shorts and a tank top, she had worn her pyjamas and so was okay to wander around without dressing more. "By the way, you can stay in bed for a while, but you're getting up eventually."

"Heh, no breakfast in bed from my Kagamin?" Konata asked, putting a puppy dog face on.

"Not a chance." Kagami smirked before grabbing her dressing gown and exiting the room. She had just about forgiven her friends for their merry attack on her in the bathroom, after Konata had begged her for forgiveness and pledged to a whole range of her demands. She didn't really need much of an apology from her other friend, since she knew Konata was undoubtedly the ringleader in this little operation. Misao's jokes were usually more psychological than simple physical ones anyway - strange when you considered the person herself was about as simple and physical as they came.

Still, some of her past gems included taking a load of stuff from her entire bookcase then rearranging the volumes so it looked normal, making hundreds of copies of the same (terrible) CD to replace her entire music collection and of course her most damning yet. It was a truly terrifying look into the mind of her friend when you knew that she thought memorising all the clothes you owned, spending all of her own birthday money on buying smaller replacements and then replacing everything in her friend's wardrobe just to make her think she had gone up in size was a good use of time.

That had taken her days to figure out, Kagami had been sure she was getting wider.

She sighed. It seemed like Misao had been pulling tricks like this since the day she had met her. And that was because she had been. Kagami had never managed to get an explanation out of the girl in question, but Ayano had once pulled her aside and begged her not to get mad. It was easy for her to say those kinds of things though, Misao had never even thought of playing pranks on her childhood friend. In fact, there had only been one time anyone had tried that, in their second year at their last school.

Kagami never found out what the boy had done, and she wasn't sure if Misao had either, but whatever it had been it had made Ayano cry for two days straight. Misao responded to this by taking the boy responsible, beating him up and then putting his head in a drawer and trying to make him two dimensional. She had only narrowly avoided expulsion for that, since no one thought a little girl should have been able to do all that to a boy at least four years her senior.

'I guess her jokes aren't really malicious.' Kagami thought to herself. In fact, they were rarely if ever meant to even embarrass her. Usually they were just designed to mess with her head - a little cruel sometimes, but never over the top. 'I guess she's a nice girl, even despite all the stuff she does. I've never seen her hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.'

The pigtailed girl tried to think of something nice to say to Misao when she woke her along with Tsukasa, smiling as she did.

Then, she opened her sister's door.

Kagami stared. She stared for a full minute as her brain failed to comprehend the scene it was presented with.

She saw Misao, holding her sister down forcefully with one hand.

She saw her kissing her whilst she whined and struggled.

She saw one hand on Tsukasa's shirt, and the pained look her twin had on her face as she was groped roughly.

She saw one of her best friends lean forwards and bite her sister's neck.

She saw the way Tsukasa inhaled sharply in pain as it happened.

Her senses seemed to melt away. Now she realised only thing she could hear was the roar of blood in her ears, and her own furiously fast heartbeat along with it. Misao seemed to notice her, and looked up in surprise. And then after glancing quickly at her sister, she sneered cruelly, and said something to her.

At first Kagami had no idea what she had said, she was too overwhelmed for her brain to accept new information. But gradually, something inside her registered the words. The tone. The expression. The betrayal.

In an instant she was one the other side of the room, screaming as she punched her friend as hard as she could, sending her friend to the floor.

And then, she leapt on her and punched again.

She would wonder later if there was a word for what she had felt, but she didn't think there was. The world recognised the maternal and even the paternal instinct. But it didn't seem to have yet given a name to the intense feeling an older sibling to protect her little sister.

Misao played her videogames pretty badly. But she played games in real life like an expert.

'Don't worry Tsukasa, Hiiragi won't see through this in a million years.'

Improvisation was her forte, but this deception was a masterpiece.

She had to smile, even as she felt her lip split from another punch.

Tsukasa watched as her sister struck her own childhood friend, so devastated she felt somewhat detached from the moment. She didn't wonder why her only just girlfriend had said such a horrible thing, because she knew it wasn't the truth. She had to believe it wasn't the truth.

Yes, she didn't need to wonder about it. She knew exactly why Misao would say something so infuriating, so likely to provoke violence.

It was for exactly that reason. Because she had to provoke a response like that.

When her mind came back to reality, she pulled her sister from the bloodied girl.

There, we are finally done. The explanation and resolution to this ending will be give in the prologue to my next fiction.

It was a lot of fun doing this fiction, but also a lot of work. The sequel is certainly something im looking forward to doing, and i will begin almost immediatly. However, i do not intend to be stuck writing one universe for the next year (because its gonna take a lot of planning and drafts people), so i will be writing the occasional one/two shot in another universe. I also plan on a Lucky Star lemon story at some point, so look out for that if your an adult reader.

About the ending, i congratulate you if you understand what's really going on with Misao's plans. I put in just enough hints that some may get it, and others might not. Lot of fun that. The sequel is sure to have a little more conflict, but dont worry. i will never delve too deep into the depths of angst. Anger maybe, but not angst.

Id like to end this by thanking everyone who reviewed and read, your far too numerous to list right here (especially since ive got to get this chapter out quick! Im exhausted and i want to post it before i go to bed!) but your all very much appreciated. I look forward to hearing your oppinions on my next piece. I dont know what ill name it... perhaps... nah.

Now go forth, go forth and write fluff so that i may have something to read! And bombard Weluvgirlswithglasses' inbox with messages telling them to update already! And funny third thing!