Yukari was in a sort of writer's stupor. She was happily thinking about an idea for a new song that she was hoping to cover once it was finished as she wandered along the halls of the grand Company, humming blithely. So oblivious was she that, when her older "sister" Miki began yelling at her from down the hall, she didn't notice.

Yukari glanced down at her purple high tops and frowned, jerked from her daydreams. A smudge of ink marred the otherwise immaculate purple toe of her left shoe. She knelt down to rub it off and saw a pair of white and blue striped boots march to a stop before her.

"It's about time, Yuzu! I've been yelling at you for ages. Now listen up!" The owner of the shoes ordered.

Yukari stopped rubbing at her shoe and stood. She tilted her head and searched through her mind for something to say. "You look. . . bizarre," she admitted, but at the same time wanting to tick off the short redhead.

Miki's long cherry red hair stuck out at odd angles (more so her ahoge), her ruby red eyes had a maniacal sort of gleam and she was missing her right glove. And the ever perceptive Yukari took a guess when she didn't provide an answer.

"Akaito?"

Miki's frown deepen. "Yes," growled the smaller girl. "He's giving me these really weird looks all week. That jerk face must think he's charming or something, but in my opinion he looks like he's suffering from lockjaw!"

Yukari quietly chuckled. Akaito, the younger brother of one of Miki's close friends, was known for his coquettish nature with girls and her sister happened to be his target, all because of a silly event that she was sworn to secrecy to never repeat again.

Miki narrowed her eyes even further. "I'm probably going to die. Go insane and die."

Yukari rolled her eyes. "Don't say that. I'll just tell Kiyoteru or Master that Akaito's bothering you and―"

"No! I mean, if you do, then Kiyo and everyone else in here will ask me what he's like. And then I'd have to tell them that there's really nothing wrong with him or anything like that and that uh. . . But he's a complete asshole anyways! And he's a Casanova to boot. So I don't like him."

Yukari studied her sister. "Those aren't really legitimized reasons, in my opinion. Why don't you?"

Miki folded her arms and glared at her menacingly. "Yuzu, he's too old for me."

"Love has no age."

"Shut up."

Yukari ignored Miki's sour expression and tucked her pen and notepad inside of her sweater. "We have to go and get Ryuuto and Yuki today, remember?" Babysitting Ryuuto when both Lily and Gumi were unavailable didn't please Miki in the slightest. Who cares that they're her closest friends? Screw them for always dumping their responsibilities onto her! It wasn't like Miki was great with kids anyway. . .

Smiling as she slipped back into her daze of dancing musical notes and lyrics stringing together, Yukari linked arms with Miki. The former didn't pull away, though she did frown and grumble something under her breath.

"Stop muttering," Yukari absently admonished her sister. "It's a beautiful afternoon."

"No," countered Miki. "There's a big stupid grey cloud."

Yukari stopped and glared at her. "You're right, you are insane."

"I never said I am!"

"Well, at least you found that free ice cream coupon Kaito gave you last week. We can stop by and get you some cherry ice." Yukari helpfully suggested.

Miki rolled her eyes. "Big incentive."

She and Yukari strolled through he crowds of chattering producers, workers, and escaped out to greet the bright, sunny day. Contrary to Miki's mutterings, there were no stubborn clouds in sight, and Yukari tilted her face toward the warm rays, squinting.

"Anyways," said Miki, ignoring Yukari's humming,"Yuki will need her snack and since we're taking Ryu, he'll need his, too, for that matter."

Yukari was busily hopping the sidewalk cracks, ignoring her sister's musings. "Do you think I'll ever get a second chance at love, Miki?"she asked instead.

Miki frowned. "If Utaya was any indications, you might not want a second chance."

Yukari sighed. "I meant with someone completely unlike that insensitive jerk!"

Miki grinned. "Then let me think. Take Gumo for example! He's generous and chivalrous and patient. He never once got mad at Ryuuto. Even I can't do that."

Yukari glanced at the sidewalk, stepped over a discarded candy wrapper, and looked back at Miki. Miki looked like she was fighting the urge to strangle her sister. Yukari allowed herself a moment to consider the possibility of Gumo and Miki being together.

She laughed. "You and Gumo would be an adorkable couple! He's sane and you're insane~" She dodged Miki's well-aimed punch. "Missed me!" she chimed and pulled her hood over her head to waggle the bunny ears.

Miki ground her teeth menacingly. She grabbed Yukari's elbow and steered her toward Internet Co. "Hurry up. No day dreaming song ideas, love surveys or personal insults, got it?" she requested.

Yukari grinned. "Of course," she promised.

She wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

A/N:

Don't know why I made this, I kinda just. . .wanted to. *shrugs* Some sisterly love between them, I'm kind of starting to like Miki as a more Tsundere kind of character, so I was trying to test that out again and hopefully she kind of does act like one. Meh. OTL