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There was something about her. She couldn't quite lay a finger on it, but something about her was irritating. Frustrating.
They were, of course, polar opposites. One was a work-focused, mature young woman. The other was still a girl. Still ensconced in the trivialities that so served as bane to the youth. Granted, they were both still in high school, and they were only a year apart – by age and education – but the markedly different manners and outlook of each separated them, as black is vastly different from white.
So is that what was troubling her? Is that why she tended to focus more on their differences, rather than on her work? She was an heiress. She had a bright future before her – carefully planned out by generations of Kirijos – and she need only finish her basic schooling before taking the reigns and leading the group. Just as she was born to do. Just as she was groomed to do. Taught.
So she didn't want to play with the silly thoughts in her head. She didn't want to entertain her own frustration with the younger girl, who seemed more smiles and sunshine than anything else. Everytime she thought of the girl, she felt bile rising. Thinking about her was unbearable, but she just couldn't stop thinking about her.
It seemed like the girl was untouchable. Invincible. And as much as she was irritated by the girl's quips and ceaseless laughter and generally happy attitude, she wanted to learn about her. She wanted to know more about the girl. Wanted to see what the girl was all about, just to stop her own unrest.
But of course, there was distance. Wasn't there always?
N: This is basically a collection of one-shots, focusing on Mitsuru Kirijo and Yukari Takeba. I don't think there will be a definite number of stories in this collection, but I hope you enjoy reading them. :D