Hi everyone, just a Halloween inspired two-shot I had to get out of my system. I had a lot of fun writing it. I'll be posting up the second half later today as I'm almost done with it.

PS: Just for the record I love Sei, she is one of my favourite characters, but my Sachiko in this story is super possessive and thus has a very short temper with her. Hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Marimite

Enjoy!

Onee-sama…

Yumi sighed to herself as she sat in her homeroom desk. It was a Friday afternoon. The sunlight was filtering through the windows in a rich, warming yellow, and Yumi had allowed her thoughts to drift to her beloved older sister for what must have been the tenth time since she had sat down.

This wasn't a new occurrence, but it was definitely happening more often than it had in the past. The truth of the matter was that she was undeniably, ridiculously and totally in love with the Sachiko. She had always given off a certain cold, haughty aloofness and had a habit of becoming hysterical and demanding when things didn't go her way, but Yumi didn't care about any of that, she loved that too. Sachiko Ogasawara was beautiful, kind, gentle, caring, sex-

"Yumi Fukuzawa," the teacher's sharp voice cut off her internal Sachiko worship. "Please pay attention in my classes and try to get earlier nights. I won't tolerate my students nodding off and drooling in my lessons."

Drooling? I wasn't drooling was I? Yumi raised her hand to her chin. Oh dear… I actually was drooling. This is getting out of hand.

"H-Hai, gomenasai sensei, it wont happen again." She sunk back in her seat, blushing scarlet. The class tittered a little. They all adored their Rosa Chinensis en Bouton and simply found this endearing. Yoshino rolled her eyes and hid a smile at her friend's antics. She had a feeling that Yumi wasn't drooling from a nap.

The teacher continued on with the lesson and although Yumi sat up straight, took her notes and did everything her onee-sama would expect of her, she couldn't stop contemplating her feelings for the older girl. She felt ashamed of herself, and a tad melancholic also. There was no way that her rich, beautiful, intelligent, popular onee-sama would ever feel the same way about her, right? They had a normal, healthy soeur relationship, didn't they?

She had convinced herself that she was imagining it, told herself not to get her hopes up in any way, but as of late she could not deny that Sachiko's behaviour around her had begun to change. It had started off with small things. Sachiko had always made it a daily ritual to retie her petite soeur's scarf first thing every morning. Over the past several weeks though, these scarf retyings had become a twice-a-day thing, then three-times-a-day until Sachiko was doing it every time they saw each other. Just that morning, before the council meeting, Sachiko had tied her scarf, only to retie it before they parted for class. That had been, what, half an hour between tyings? How could her scarf have gotten mussed from thirty minutes sitting inside on a chair?

Another thing Yumi had first noticed was that Sachiko's hands seemed to linger longer on her. Sachiko had become increasingly more…what's the word…touchy feely? That had to be it. First her hands would brush Yumi's shoulders, down her front to her scarf to straighten it. Lately Sachiko had made this brushing of her hands torturously slow, as though she was drawing it out. I mean there's taking your time, and then there's that, Yumi thought. She wasn't going to complain about her onee-sama's increasingly affectionate nature but just this week it seemed the older girl was going all out in the affection department.

Yumi had entered the Rose Mansion on Monday morning to find herself in a warm, loving embrace from her onee-sama, and had received a gentle kiss on the head before she went off to class. Whenever they walked side-by-side Sachiko would always catch her hand and entwine their fingers. This had happened every day this week, and she could have sworn she saw the older girl wink at her during the Yamiyurikai meeting on Wednesday. When Noriko had enquired about her full-body blush she'd tried to explain away her flushed features on the weather being too warm, which fooled nobody considering it was October.

As far as she knew, she could trace this behaviour back almost three weeks. Three weeks ago Sachiko had invited the student council members to the Ogasawara estate with the explanation that she had something important to share with them. On the day in question, she had announced, with unrepressed joy that her Grandfather was annulling her engagement to Suguru Kashiwagi. This announcement was met by cheers and happy laughter, Yumi beaming brightest of all. Sachiko had met her eyes whilst the others were laughing and exclaiming their congratulations, and had given her a look so full of affection and love that Yumi had flung herself into her onee-sama's arms. Sachiko had cuddled Yumi lovingly until Yoshino had loudly announced that they should have an "unengagement party" and they had spent the rest of the evening joking, laughing and celebrating their friend's freedom.

When asked how she had convinced her Grandfather to call it off, she had replied "I simply told him I can run the company without Kashiwagi's help, and that being in a loveless marriage would drain me of any motivation to help the business. He knows that between Suguru and myself, I have the business acumen and would be more valuable. He told me that I was free to love whoever I wanted so long as I allow Suguru to remain as the company vice-president. He understands that tradition can stand in the way of progress. One of his old business friends recently lost out on a huge investment because he didn't want to cooperate with a company run by a woman, Hanazano Industries I think they were called. Anyway, he didn't want to risk that. So now I am free to pursue whatever my heart desires…"

That was the point when Sachiko had begun to behave differently. Maybe she's just super happy that she doesn't have to marry Kashiwagi, Yumi mused, I mean who wouldn't be happy about ending an arranged marriage with that smooth-talking baka? I should probably have warned Yuuki to be on his guard too. Anyhow, onee-sama is just overjoyed at her freedom. That has to be the explanation. There is no other possible reason…

"Yuuuumi, class is over." Yumi refocused her eyes and found Yoshino smirking down at her, Shimako just over her shoulder. "Day-dreaming again were we?"

"N-not at all! Mou, just let me gather my things."

After they had slipped on their outdoor shoes and exited the main building, Yumi was surprised when Yoshino began pulling them towards the Rose Mansion.

"Mou, Yoshino-san, we don't have an afternoon meeting planned for today so shouldn't we head to the bus stop?"

"A-ha Yumi-chan, you would be right. No planned meeting. But Rei-chan and I have a little surprise meeting for us all today," Yoshino explained when they turned onto the path leading to the mansion. "I'm bringing you and Shimako, Rei-baka is bringing Sachiko-sama and I bumped into that first-year telegraph pole girl at lunch today, so she is passing the message to Noriko-chan and Touko-chan." Yoshino looked rather smug as they approached the mansion entrance. "Oh, and there'll be a couple of extra guests too."

Yumi looked questioningly to Shimako, who simply shrugged nonplussed. The answer to who one of the guests was, came when they stepped inside the door of the Rose Mansion.

"Youko-sama?" It was Shimako who spoke this time, as a beautiful young woman with short dark hair and hazel eyes smiled at them in greeting.

"Gokigenyou," she greeted with a polite nod and a smile. Yumi suddenly got an odd feeling. In her experience, surprises usually came in pairs or more.

"Gokigenyou. But Youko-sama, if you're here, doesn't that mean tha-" But the petite girl didn't even get a chance to finish her sentence before she was glomped heavily from behind, a tell-tale pair of arms wrapping around her middle, thus summoning forth one of the loudest baby dinosaur squeaks she'd ever produced.

"Yumi-chaaaaaaan, Yu-mi-chan! You never fail to make those cute noises when I hug you neh!" Sei Satou had made her appearance in the usual Sei fashion. She sent a happy wink to Shimako who could help giggling when Sei began to rock side to side with Yumi still firmly in her arms.

"R-rosa G-g-g-gantea! Stop it I can't breathe." Sei opened her mouth to tease Yumi some more when she felt a chill run down her spine; the temperature in the entrance room seemed to have dropped significantly.

"Sei, let go of my petite soeur this instant!"

Sachiko Ogasawara was standing at the top of the stairs. The sound of Yumi's squeaks had clued her in to Sei's presence, and had her up and out of the biscuit door in moments. Nothing enraged her more than Satou Sei and her wandering, groping hands. The blonde woman always seemed to end up with her hands on Yumi somehow or other. Not anymore. I'm going to really put my foot down from now on. She won't have hands if I catch them on my Yumi again. I won't let her have my little one, not now I'm free of that engagement.

Sei gulped a little when she met Sachiko's icy glare. She disentangled herself from the smaller girl with a cheeky grin. Luckily for her, she was spared from Sachiko's heated diatribe by the opening of the front door. Touko and Noriko had clearly received the message from Kanako about the surprise meeting. They were met with a typical scene. Touko noted the additional presence of the two ex-roses. Looking from the sheepish Sei and her blushing onee-sama up to the seething Sachiko, she surmised that herself and Noriko had just walked in on a "good ol' fashioned Sei vs. Sachiko stand-off."

As Sachiko looked as though she very much wanted to continue her interrupted rant at Sei, Yoshino decided to hastily change the subject. "Okay! Looks like everyone is here so I suppose we can all head upstairs. I'm sure you're all dying to find out why we're having this meeting."

Making their way up the staircase one by one, Sei decided to dart by Sachiko, who was still standing at the top. Sachiko's glare followed her into the council room. When, last of all, Yumi reached the top of the stairs she was immediately folded into a particularly snuggly embrace from her onee-sama. "Hello Yumi how was your day? Is everything going okay?" Sachiko was eager to hug all of the 'Sei-ness' off of her precious soeur.

Yumi had a full body blush going again. "Everything is wonderful onee-sama, especially since I'm here with you." Sachiko let out a tiny gasp. Yumi tensed, her heart racing. I didn't mean to say that. Well, I did mean to say it I just didn't mean it to sound so…romantic. Onee-sama is gonna take it the wrong way, or the right way! Either way is bad and she'll think I'm so weird.

However, Yumi's heart wasn't the only one doing a drum solo. Sachiko's was doing flips to boot. That had been a promising sign. She couldn't be sure and she mustn't presume anything outright, but heavens it was a start. She rearranged her face to her usual reserved smile (because grinning like a goofy idiot was not called for in this situation) and pulled out of the embrace to be met with a mortified looking Yumi. Oh Yumi, your adorable facial expressions are betraying you again. "My! Yumi, we have a lot in common then." She leant back to admire the effect these words had on her soeur. Yumi's mouth was opening and closing silently, a bit like a goldfish…an adorable, irresistible little goldfish, Sachiko thought to herself.

Rei, who'd stuck her head around the meeting room door, decided to interrupt them. "Oi, Sachiko, Yumi-chan we're all waiting to get started." When Sachiko met Rei's eyes, the latter was smirking. Just that afternoon Rei had been teasing her about her affection towards Yumi. Caught off guard and in defiance of how obvious she had actually been she had fervently denied any and all accusations that she had romantic intentions for her soeur. She had been flustered and stuttering, and so, ashamed as it made her to admit it; she knew she hadn't fooled her friend in the slightest.

The Chinensis sisters took their places side by side at the white-clothed table. Sei was sitting beside Youko opposite them and had stretched herself out as luxuriously and as unladylike as she possible could. Everyone in the room had a sneaking suspicion that she was doing this deliberately to make Sachiko's eye twitch. If so, it was definitely working. "Maaaaaaaaan, I sure missed this," Sei drawled, stretching her arms above her head and winking across at Yumi. "It reminds me of my glory days, sitting up here, wielding all this untold power."

Yoshino snorted "Pah! What power? Everybody knows it was Youko who held the reigns when you guys were here! She still does I'm betting." Youko bit her lip but said nothing, a smile battling with her decorum. It was common knowledge that Sei and Youko were romantically involved. Though Youko had to commute a fair distance to University, they had found a flat that was relatively equidistant to both their institutions.

Sei placed a hand over her heart in mock hurt. "Yoshino you wound me, honestly! I'll have you know that I can be very dominant when I want to be." She garnished this statement with yet another ridiculously suggestive wink at Yumi, who sweat-dropped. Sachiko's jaw was clenching, her hands gripping her skirt material in white-knuckled fists. Sensing that any more small talk could potentially result in Sachiko launching herself across the table and throttling Sei, Rei decided to get everyone's attention.

"Okay everyone, Yoshino and I have called this meeting because you are all invited to a party we are planning. As you may know, Halloween is coming up in two weeks time, and Yoshino and I have put our heads together to plan a fun-filled evening at my house. You can all sleep over and my parents will be away so we'll have the place to ourselves," Rei finished up with a satisfied smile.

"Woo! Go Rei and Yoshino! Sounds to me like a good excuse to get draaaaank," Sei aimed air high-fives to the Foetida sisters.

Sachiko threw her a disapproving look and turned to Rei. "So this is what the meeting is about? A party you are throwing? Why didn't you simply mention it at the end of the morning meeting, and then invite Sei and Onee-sama over the phone? Why does everyone invited (her eye twitched at Sei in her peripheral vision) have to be present?"

Yoshino had clearly been waiting for someone to ask this. "Well it's because this Halloween party is going to be a little different from other ones. I've been to parties in the past where nobody bothers dressing up, or puts any effort into their costumes simply because they're lazy or self-conscious, i.e. those parties are bo-ring. So, to make things interesting this year we have decided to add a new element of fun and hopefully of motivation." She seemed to be restlessly excited about whatever it was.

Shimako, who had been silent up until now, looked questioningly at Yoshino. "What exactly does this new element entail?" If it involved some sort of satanic blood ritual, she might have to ask her father for permission. He was very open to her having religious freedom but she'd still have to check.

"Well you guys all know what Secret Santa is right?" They all nodded, slightly perplexed. "So we'll be doing something similar. Let me explain. I've got this bowl here," she lifted one of the kitchen's ceramic bowls off of her lap and placed it on the table. She then lifted up a plastic zip-lock bag filled with tiny white slips of folded paper. "These are all of our names. I am going to put them in this bowl and we'll pass it around the table and each select a name. The person who pulls out your name will decide your costume for the party, and you have to wear it, whatever it is. Don't make someone wear something they really really aren't comfortable with. Remember, we're all friends so be nice okay? No swapping names and if you pull out your own name you have to put it back and take another one. Are we clear?" She beamed around at them all. Touko cleared her throat.

"Um, Yoshino? How can this be Secret…Jack-o'-lantern or whatever? I mean, how can we make someone's costume without them knowing it's us that's going to give it to them? We don't know each other's sizes or anything either."

Yoshino shook her head. "That part isn't secret. Everyone is allowed to know whom everyone else is dressing, but the costumes themselves will be exclusively secret until the party. You are allowed to tell your person what you're gonna make them go as."

Sei suddenly decided she hadn't said something to annoy Sachiko in a while. "Well I for one think this is an excellent idea, kudos Yoshino and Rei. Mou, I really hope I get Yumi-chan; her sexy little body would look good in anything. We'd have such fun trying on outfits-OW" a smack to the back of the head from Youko seemed called for.

Across the table Sachiko's hysteria meter was in the red zone. In her mind she had an image of a lecherous Sei cackling at a frightened Yumi on a dressmaker's stool. Lecherous Sei was forcing Yumi to try on skimpy lingerie and was groping her excessively. She stood up, eyes murderous. "Absolutely not! As Yumi's Onee-sama I absolutely prohibit you. If you select Yumi you shall pick again, do you understand?"

Unwisely, Yoshino piped in. "Well Sachiko-sama, I'm afraid rules are rules. If Yumi get's picked by Sei then that's that." Sachiko rounded on her and was about to start taking names in true Ogasawara fashion when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder. She felt the anger ebb away almost immediately and turned to look into the soft gentle eyes of her beloved.

"Don't worry Onee-sama, everything will be alright. This should be fun. Who knows who will pick us? You might even pick me yourself," she soothed.

Oh sweet Yumi, there you go again, handling me so well. Imagine if I pick you. I'd have so much fun dressing you up. It'd be just you and I, and as much as I disliked her saying it, Sei was right. You would look beautiful in anything. I'd dress you in diamonds, my Yumi. Sachiko's mind was suddenly taken over by the image of Yumi on a dress stool from earlier, only this time it was she handing Yumi the lingerie. Yumi wasn't frightened of her in the slightest in this new scenario.

"You're right m- Yumi, I apologize for my outburst. Let us pick out the names shall we?" She sat down again, hoping nobody had heard her slip. She'd nearly called Yumi 'hers' out loud.

Yoshino tipped the paper slips into the hat, tossed them around a little and offered the hat to Youko, who was sitting on her right. Said woman reaching in and plucked out-

"Yoshino-chan." Youko said, after unfolding the slip of paper.

Darn thought Yoshino I buried my name at the bottom in the hopes Rei-baka would pick it but that meddling woman had to go rummage around. Youko seemed to know what Yoshino was thinking and found it thoroughly amusing.

"Okidoki, my turn now," chirped Sei in a singsong voice. She made a wild grabbing motion for the bowl but it was hoisted up out of her reach by her girlfriend. "Uh-uh, Sei, you're picking last as punishment for your insistence on winding up my petite soeur." Sei pouted, crossing her arms dramatically, but did not argue the point. She knew that if she made a scene, her girlfriend might extend the punishment to aspects of their "domestic lifestyle" and she couldn't risk that.

The bowl went to Yoshino who pulled out-

"Yumi-chan." Sachiko's thunderous disappointment was almost palpable. Invisible storm clouds rolled over her head and her eyes were shadowed behind her bangs. A small soft hand found hers under the table. The hand intertwined their fingers and a thumb began to rub gentle circles on her skin. My Yumi knows me so well. I suppose it's all right if Yoshino dresses Yumi. After all, they have a strictly plutonic friendship. Anything is better than Sei. I should be relieved.

And so the bowl moved round. Shimako selected Noriko, and they both seemed delighted by this development. Noriko ended up with Youko, which ended up being a tad awkward. Neither of them had ever had a proper conversation before. Touko went next and picked Shimako.

When Yumi had the bowl only four names remained. Please let me get Onee-sama. She closed her eyes, reached in and grabbed a slip.

"Rei-sama," she said, throwing an apologetic look across the table to Yoshino, who was looking a bit put out.

Sachiko accepted the bowl with her left hand as her right was still occupied with Yumi's. Picking the first slip her eyes fell on she opened it to read-

"Sei." Oh fantastic. Well I suppose I can use the situation to my advantage. It is the art of war after all. She met Sei's eyes and lifted a perfectly sculpted raven eyebrow with a challenging simper.

Sei looked a little unnerved by this turn of events. Oh fantastic. You're for it now Sei she thought to herself. The Ogasawara has all the power now. I'm going to end up arriving to this party in a sealed body bag.

Sachiko handed the bowl to Rei in an almost cheery manner, having livened up a little at her newfound leverage over Sei. Rei stared down into the bowl, now containing only two names. If Sachiko is able to look that calm she obviously hasn't worked out what is at stake for her when I make my selection. Oh well, here goes. I think I'll have…this one.

"Uh-oh." Rei went a little pale.

Sachiko frowned at her friend. "What does 'uh-oh' mean?"

Rei scratched the back of her head and winced. "I got Touko."

"What's wrong with that? Why is it a bad thing to have to decide on a Halloween costume for me?" The girl in question huffed, looking thoroughly offended.

"Yes, Rei. I think we'd all like to know why you're taking such an issue with my cousin," sniffed Sachiko haughtily.

"Because my dear" trilled an ecstatic Sei, sweeping the final name out of the bowl and unfolding it right in front of Sachiko's nose, "you have now enlisted the services of the finest racy-costume designer this side of the Pacific." Her Cheshire cat grin was wider then ever as she waited for Sachiko to process this turn of events.

One second…two…three…

SLAM

Palms on the table, she was on her feet again. "NO! This is unacceptable. I refuse. I forbid it!" It seemed Sachiko had forgotten that she was in a room full of school friends, rather than a room full of her personal maids but she couldn't care less. For one minute, one glorious minute she had had an advantage over Sei Satou. Now she was stuck in a stalemate.

"Sorry Sachiko, but we can't change it now, it wouldn't be fair." Rei was attempting to mollify a livid Sachiko. Yoshino (unhelpfully) thought perhaps a little light humour could defuse the situation. "Sei-sama, perhaps you could dress Sachiko-sama in Rei-chan's mascot outfit from the sports festival?"

"NO!" This time it was both Sachiko and Yumi who had exclaimed their horror.

Chuckling, Sei raised her hands in an appeasing gesture. "Look Sachiko, I'm not going to dress you in anything terrible I promise. Think of it this way, if we each dress each other it will be easier to sort out."

Sachiko still looked immensely unhappy until a small voice triggered a full 180 flip. "I think you'll look beautiful and elegant in any costume you wear onee-sama. It's impossible for you to look ugly or silly…at least it is to me" Yumi finished in a slightly smaller voice. Sachiko turned to face her soeur and, with a glowing tenderness, cupped her cheek with her palm and lovingly stroked the smooth skin with her thumb.

Whilst those too were lost in a very unsubtle "la la land" Rei decided to wrap up the meeting. "Okay everyone, that's all we wanted. Come dressed to mine on the 31st at around say, 7ish? We have a few game ideas to make the night quite exciting. Until then, have fun thinking up each other's costumes!

Meeting over, the roses all went their separate ways. Rei and Yoshino set off home together. All was quiet until Yoshino began to snigger… "Pfft…Carnivaaal." Rei couldn't contain a bark of laughter as she imagined Sachiko shaking maracas in a feathery rhinestone leotard while yelling "SAAAAMBAA!"

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What costume do you get for a lecherous, no-good, childish tease? The Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland would be perfect for her, but she'll be getting off too easy with that one. Knowing her she'll probably want to dress me as a stripper or some such depraved thing. If only I was dressing Yumi. I'd much rather have my sweet, angelic doll to dress instead.

It was a Saturday morning, one week after their party meeting. Sachiko was sitting in one of the Ogasawara Mansions many reception rooms, awaiting a visit from Sei. The night before she had received a phone call from the woman, wanting to get together for a "costume sesh" as she had confusingly entitled it. She has sounded far too enthusiastic for Sachiko's comfort. This cannot bode well she had thought. So here she was, half of her wondering just what horror Sei had in store for her, the other half filled with thoughts of Yumi and how the girl had returned her forehead kiss the day before with a kiss to her cheek. Those lips…oh the things I would have those lips do…bad Sachiko! Control yourself; there isn't sufficient time for a third cold shower this morning.

A polite knock on the door shook her from her thoughts. "A Miss Satou Sei has arrived to see you Ojou-sama," he bowed respectfully.

"Very good, show her in please." She stood to receive her guests with proper ladylike etiquette.

A minute late the door slid back to reveal Sei, grinning conspiratorially. "Why hello there," she drawled, sauntering into the room, "such a pleasant surprise." Her grin was back, infuriating as ever.

"Alright Sei, let's just try and get this over and done with so I'll have time to mentally prepare myself for the party this Friday," Sachiko sighed, feeling a headache coming on already.

"Don't be like that Sachiko, this is going to be really fun. I'm sure once you see little Yumi-chan in her costume even the grumpy old Sachiko-obaa-sama will change her mind." Sei looked like she was genuinely trying to enthuse her, so Sachiko decided to let the mention of Yumi in a costume go this time. "Okay so I've brought along a costume idea I think will be absolutely perfect- and I mean per-fect! How about you? I know my roguish good looks and irresistible charm make me suited to James Bond or Jack Sparrow but I'm sure you picked something delightfully humiliating. So for the spirit of the occasion I can't wait!" She beamed at the raven-haired girl who looked decidedly put out.

"To be perfectly honest I haven't got a single idea of how to dress you. I was going to wait until I saw which deplorable costume you picked out for me before I retaliated with appropriate force." Sachiko sounded like a military general, proposing a battle strategy.

"Ah Sachiko, I figured as much. I first contemplated dressing you as the chick from "The Ring" but I was worried people wouldn't be able to tell, so I canned it and found something way, way better. So without further ado," she reached into her bag and pulled out a printed picture, "I give you "Ogasawara Sachiko: Special Halloween Limited Edition"… batteries not included, gentle temperament sold separately."

When Sachiko saw what the model in the picture was wearing, it took every molecule of her ladylike foundations to prevent herself from leaping to her feet in order to throw every hard object she could reach right a Sei's head. "Sei! You cannot be serious! You could not for one second have thought I would entertain this idea. I don-I can't- what were yo- I'M NOT GOING TO DRESS AS A PANDA!"

"Awww but it's not just any panda, it's a sexy panda." Sei wiggled the picture in Sachiko's face." The girl modeling the costume was giving of a definite vibe of sexuality, Sachiko couldn't deny. The outfit consisted of a tiny, furry black and white skirt, an equally skimpy and furry crop-top that showed the full stomach from the waist down, furry black forearm cuffs, black boots with stiletto heels and fishnets. To top it off the, girl wore a kind of floppy black and white panda hood on her hear. It had ears and a chibi panda face on it.

"I can't wear something like that Sei…what…what would Yumi think of me?" She didn't sound angry now, simply imploring and a little desperate.

"Yumi's reaction was the first thing I thought of. Come off it Sachiko, we aren't blind you know. Everyone with eyes and a brain can see that you're in love with her…except her. I think she is just too lacking in confidence to let herself dream it's true. Show her how confident and sexy Ogasawara Sachiko can be. Underneath all those old lady manners is a minx just waiting to get free, I'm sure of it."

Sachiko was gob smacked. She tried to retort but the only thing that came out was a small, choked voice. "B-but why a p-p-panda?"

"Damn Sachiko you honestly don't know? Yoshino told me all about that event at the Hanadera Festival. You found Yumi covered head to toe in a panda outfit. She dressed as a panda for you, now you are doing the same for her…with sexy interest. She'll think it's really sweet of you to agree to wear this, after she's cleaned up her initial nosebleed of course," she finished with a wink.

"I'm still not sure Sei, I mean doesn't it come in a more reserved version? Perhaps I would wear this for Yumi alone (Sei had a feeling Yumi would pass out if she heard Sachiko say that) but I'm not sure I want everyone else in the Yamiyurikai to see me in such a way."

Sei was ready to smack her forehead onto the coffee table. "Honestly Sachiko, how is this really any different to wearing a swim suit? It's a Halloween party. It's going to be dimly lit and spooky. Remember last year? We all sat in the dark under blankets and watched scary movies. Besides, we're all girls so what's the problem?" Sei had meant this last part as a joke for herself. Her gaydar seemed to go nuts whenever she got within ten feet of that rose mansion. She'd had reason to question the sexuality of every girl who passed through there. It's like being indoctrinated into a secret lesbian cult.

Meanwhile, Sachiko was pondering Sei's argument. She did have a point about the lighting. Last year the group had all congregated at the Ogasawara mansion for a scary movie marathon. The wealthy Ogasawaras had a state of the art home entertainment system. It was basically a home cinema with surround sound. They had all spread out on the floor on soft futons and pillows. Whilst Yumi had been out of the room making some popcorn, Sachiko and Sei had bickered over who would get to cuddle Yumi during the movies. The argument had been settled for them when Yumi arrived with her popcorn. She had looked around and gravitated towards Sachiko without a second's hesitation. It was still one of her more treasured memories. Not only have she triumphed over Sei, it had proved that Yumi had wanted to be beside her to watch the scary films. She chose me.

Sachiko had never had popcorn before and Yumi had blushingly fed her little bits to try. Snuggled under the same blanket with Yumi, she had soon found out that the younger girl did not cope well with horror…or thrillers, or suspense or anything remotely scary. She had burrowed her face into Sachiko's neck for the majority of the evening. By their final movie she'd had Yumi fast asleep on her lap while she cuddled her and stroked her soft brown locks. It was probably a good thing she missed 'Silence of the Lambs', that Dr Hannibal Lector would have given her nightmares I'm sure, with that horrible plastic mask. How did he actually manage to get that pen while restrained in a straightjacket? Any normal person would have found it impossible to- and then it came to her. She had the perfect costume for Sei. It would draw attention away from her, while rendering the blonde woman's wandering hands and arms incapable of finding their way anywhere near her little angel. The mask would even disable proper speech. Most people wouldn't be able to find a costume like that, but she had the wealth and power of the Ogasawaras at her disposal. Obtaining it would be no problem. She'd probably have to let her Onee-sama in on the plan because there was no way that Sei would be able to put it on by herself. She had made up her mind.

"Very well Sei, I agree to wear this ridiculous outfit on two conditions."

Sei perked up at once. "Yeah sure, whatever so long as we get Panda-ko to come to the party!"

"My conditions are these: You must wear the costume I am suggesting, and you must wear it all night unless I allow you to take it off earlier." Sachiko laid out her terms.

"I accept, whatever it is I'll wear it," she agreed, still blissfully unaware of the verbal contract she had just signed.

Sachiko couldn't contain a gleeful smile when she received this confirmation. How could she not be happy? Sei had just given her consent. Finally, for the first time ever, she had a legitimate excuse to put Satou Sei into a straightjacket.

Hope you all enjoyed this. Second half up later today.