Be that as it may...
There are some things that (mature) fourteen year old Nabiki understood better than her (older) sister.
By: Rosethorn Li
They are sitting on the bed, in her room. Nabiki glared up at her, lounging across the covers in a sprawl. "You shouldn't have said yes."
"Oh, but-" her sister said, perplexed. She sat, daintily, on the edge of the bed. "-he was only being nice."
"Kasumi, Kasumi," her sister chidded her, flipping over onto her stomach. "Just because you don't have time for boys doesn't mean they don't have time for iyou/i."
Blink, blink, still uncomprehending. Maybe this was a waste of time.
"'Time for me'...?" Was that understanding creeping into her eyes? Dare she hope? "But father takes care of us very well."
Nabiki facefaulted off the bed, coming back up to shout: "That isn't what I meant! He's interested in you!" Older sisters could be so frustrating!
"Oh." A delicate blush stained her cheeks; and with understanding, came a sudden pallor. "Oh my."
"Get it now?" A raised eyebrow, as Nabiki settled back onto the bed.
"I believe I do," Kasumi said, thoughtful.
A pause; silence.
Then, a heartwarming smile. "If I explain this misunderstanding, surely he will understand."
Nabiki shrugged, but didn't say anything. She really didn't think that would work.