Chapter 1

Kyoko woke up with her arm around Sayaka's side, her hand resting just below her naked breasts. Kyoko pushed herself up on one elbow to look over and see if her lover was still sleeping. Sayaka's eyes opened slowly as she turned her head and said, "Morning," smiling. Kyoko leaned forward and they gave each other a quick kiss on the lips before separating. Kyoko sat up and stretched out with a loud yawn.

Sayaka, also sitting up now, had the covers pulled up over her chest. Even though they had been sleeping together for a good month now, Sayaka was always a bit shy. Kyoko found that to be extremely cute about her, especially since her attitude outside the bedroom gave off the exact opposite impression of her.

"Are you hungry?" Sayaka asked.

"Heh, do you have to ask?" Kyoko teased as she stood up, naked as the day she was born. "I'm getting a shower first, though."

"Ok, well what do you want?"

"Hmmm, I don't know. Surprise me?" she said as she walked toward the bathroom, carefully stepping through the room which was littered with discarded clothing.

Kyoko had been staying at Sayaka's house for the last month. She didn't have a home of her own before then, and lived her life going from place to place, never staying in any one spot for too long. Actually, this probably was the longest she had ever stayed in one place since those years ago when she lost her family. She tried not to think of those days anymore, but when she did she always felt a deep guilt. She had blamed herself for their deaths, and convinced herself that she didn't deserve to have anyone in her life. So, she ended up spending two years distancing herself from other people and living on her own.

That all changed when she met Sayaka. Well, they didn't exactly get along at first, but even through their troubled times Kyoko felt a sort of kinship with the blue-haired tomboy. It partly had to do with the fact they had similar wishes, but more to do with the fact that Sayaka reminded Kyoko of how she used to be before her heart had gone cold. She spent a while trying to teach Sayaka the value of fighting only for yourself, and how useless it was to help others. Kyoko thought getting her to understand that concept would be the only way to save her. Turned out, Kyoko was dead wrong, and Sayaka ended up being the one to save Kyoko instead.

These days, Kyoko was more like her old self; the version of herself that she was before her wish had gone sour and she lost everything she held dear. Now that she had someone to care about again, and someone who cared for her in return, the coldness in her heart was melting away and she was learning to love again. Although she might not ever be completely back to how she was in those days, she at least now understood that she preferred this life over the lonely one that she had imposed on herself for so long.

She was quick in the shower, feeling really hungry and excited to eat Sayaka's cooking. She wondered what she would make? She dried herself off and licked her lips, thinking about all the possibilities. She exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and smelled the air to try and get a hint at what was awaiting her. It smelled like... it smelled like... like... burning?

She noticed the clothing on the floor had already been completely cleaned up, and the tops of the dressers had been organized and wiped off as well. "Huh…"

Leaving the bedroom, her foot slipped on a wet floor. She nearly lost her towel as she caught herself on the wall, then looked down and saw the floor had just been freshly mopped. Sayaka, what the hell? Then she realized that the burning smell was ever more apparent from outside the bedroom. She looked up and saw a thin layer of smoke dancing across the ceiling from around the corner.

"SAYAKA!" She yelled, in a panic, and rushed down the hall, nearly slipping several more times on her way. What could have happened? Why was Sayaka not responding? Did she get hurt somehow?

Kyoko slid as she rounded the corner, using one hand to hold up her towel. Finally in the kitchen, she skidded to a stop. From over the kitchen counter she could see Sayaka in the living room, and she was perfectly fine. She was vigorously scrubbing away at the coffee table with a wet rag. Kyoko noted the living room floor had also been cleaned (it was a tad messy the night before).

Kyoko looked over to the stove which had a frying pan full of... well, who knew what now... but it was burned and billowing smoke up into the air. She looked back and forth between the stove and Sayaka. Sayaka was totally oblivious, still scrubbing away as if nothing else mattered.

"Um... Sayaka?"

"What!" Sayaka spat out, clear irritation in her voice.

Kyoko just stood there with a flabbergasted look on her face, and pointed one finger over to the stove. "Eh... foods burning."

"Oh SHI-" Sayaka dropped the rag and ran into the kitchen, quickly turning off the stove and dumping the frying pan into the sink where she ran cold water over it. Steam billowed out of the sink, but at least the fire was out. Sayaka stood with her head down and both hands on the counter, panting to catch her breath.

"Um... are you ok?" asked Kyoko, puzzled.

Sayaka looked up at her, her face was completely flushed. "My parents are coming home!"

I went for comedy in this first section, but the later chapters are going to have some feels.

Hope you enjoyed it!