A/N: Here it is. The song that named the project. And now, it's reversal.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kagerou Project, or Hiyori would've been Dan member #10.


Asahina Hiyori was, in every sense of the word, an ordinary girl. She lived in a relatively small, rural, but peaceful town. She went to a good local school and had many friends. Her house was cozy and a bit larger than other houses. Her family was wealthier than most too; she got nearly anything she asked for, as long as she behaved. She was kind and generous to most people she met, since her parents weren't completely blind and doting, and had taught her manners which she followed. Most of the time.

Day in; day out, Hiyori followed a nice, comfortable routine, enjoying the gifts and fruits her little sunny town had to offer. Things never got too exciting or boring, and everyday was at the very least, pleasant. All in all, Hiyori had an almost perfect, simple life.

So, like any normal twelve-year-old girl, she had planned to spend the winter as she always did; playing in the snow, drinking warm cocoa, and just generally enjoying the pleasantry of the cold before the heat returned and she moved on to the next year.

Until her not-so long lost older sister suddenly called from her home in a faraway city with amazing news, of course.


"R-really, Ayaka-nee?!"

"Hehe, of course Hiyo-chan!" Ayaka giggled into the phone.

"I've already arranged everything with our parents; it'll be wonderful to have you over for the winter holidays!"

"But they didn't tell me anything about this at all this morning!"

"I may or may not have told them to keep it a surprise 'til I could call you personally," said Ayaka slyly.

Hiyori skipped around her room. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Ayaka-nee! It feels like we haven't spent anytime together in forever!"

"I know," Ayaka replied solemmly.

It was true. Hiyori could count the number of times she had spoken with her older sister in person within the last five years on one hand. One of them was during the funeral of her husband Kenjirou.

She couldn't really remember what Kenjirou was like. Her parents had said that he had been kind, smart, and really funny. Ayaka seemed to think so, repeating his jokes over and over. Hiyori wished she hadn't only been seven the last time she saw him alive. Maybe she would've been able to remember his jokes too.

They hadn't been able to find his body from the avalanche, and even Hiyori, as young as she was back then, could see how much grief Ayaka was in, no matter how hard she tried to smile like always. So no one in the Asahina family could really blame Ayaka when she stopped visiting home every month.

She still phoned weekly and came home at least once a year, always bringing her own children with her as well.

While they were all older than her, ironically, Hiyori liked her nephews and nieces a lot; Shuuya was really funny, probably getting it from Kenjirou. Ayano was super sweet, however shy she was. She made fast friends with Tsubomi after the older girl had given Hiyori some of her old dolls as gifts. Even Kousuke had sorta grown on her, no matter how intimidating she thought he was on their first visit.

Still, Hiyori missed the days when Ayaka was nearly always home, and the two of them could just be sisters. It always felt like Ayaka was slowly disappearing. After a while she began to skip a call or so every few weeks. Then it became every few months. Two years ago she had visited without her children, and last year she hadn't come at all. It crushed Hiyori inside when her parents told her the bad news. Ayaka was her sister, her role model, her hero...and Hiyori missed her more and more as each day passed. There were moments where she found herself wishing Ayaka hadn't left home at all, that she had never went off to that far away university and met Kenjirou in the first place...

But they were moments Hiyori always found herself ashamed of.

No matter her own feelings, Ayaka had suffered too much, and Hiyori knew that it would be much too selfish to ask for things to could go back to the way they were. So she went on with her ordinary, almost perfect life, trying to content herself with Ayaka's waning phone calls, all of them ending in shallow promises to have Hiyori come to the city and visit her for once.

Now, it seemed her beloved Ayaka-nee was finally honoring her promises.

"Tell you what, Hiyo-chan," she started saying. "To make up for everything, I'll buy you an extra train ticket, so you can bring along any friend you want."

Hiyori's ears perked. Ayaka-nee doesn't mean...

"Maybe that Amamiya boy you're always talking about?" Ayaka drawled teasingly into her little sister's ear, though they were miles apart.

Any previous resentment Hiyori might of had for her previously distant older sister completely vanished.

"AYAKA-NEE, DAISUKIIIIIIIIII!"


Hiyori was over the moon. She shrieked and squealed and spun all over the house, much to her parents amusment.

This was the moment Hiyori was waiting for; the chance to finally win Amamiya Hibiya's heart once and for all. Surely, spending a several weeks with a person was totally enough time for them to fall in love with you, right?

He was the absolute, cutest boy she had ever seen. Ever since they had first met during kindergarden, Hiyori was determined to marry him. 'Asahina' was just the lamest surname ever when compared to 'Amamiya'. Gross.

It didn't matter that his name was a little weird. It was the most endearing name in the world to her. It didn't matter that he wasn't as wealthy as her; social classes were so old-fashioned anyway. It didn't matter that he wasn't as popular either, and to be honest, the fact that Hibiya was probably the only boy at school who didn't have a crush on her just based on her looks or money made Hiyori like him even more.

He was mature, smart, and extremely respectful to those older than him. He was perfect.

Yet, he wouldn't give Hiyori the time of day. Nearly all of her past attempts of getting his attention and affection ended up with him giving her some variation of 'annoying', 'irritating', or 'get lost'. If not even that, he would just ignore her.

In recent days however, it seemed that she might actually be getting to him. Hibiya seemed to tolerate her prescence more and more, and he even laughed at one of her jokes on the walk home a week ago. Had he been an anime tsundere this whole time?

Regardless, Hiyori felt as if she had finally won; that she had managed to find a crack in his shell after years of poking and prying. And now her beloved big sister was giving her the oppurtunity to punch that shell, to break it apart completely, and then Hibiya would be all hers.

Hiyori felt as if the world couldn't get anymore perfect. True love really did conquer all, just like all those TV dramas and shoujo manga said they would!

All she had to do was call him, he'd say yes of course, they'd go and have the best vacation of their lives (while she also reconnected with her sister). Then they'd have their first kiss, get married, have eight kids and then-

"No thanks, Asahina-san," Hibiya declined over the phone.

"B-But Hibiya-kun!" Hiyori pleaded. "The ticket's completely free! My big sister's paying for everything."

"I know, and please tell her I said thank you, but I don't really feel like traveling right now. I'm fine spending the winter here," Hibiya replied evenly. "I hope you have a good time tho-"

"B-b-but, ah, I need you!" Hiyori begged.

Hibiya sighed. "Not this again Asahina. I told you a thousand times, I'm not intereste-"

"I mean who's going to hold my bags while I shop for all the cute keychains and stuff at the big mall Ayaka-nee says they have there?!"

Hiyori began making up more reasons one by one, desperate for Hibiya to say yes.

"A-Asahina, hold on-"

"Pleeeeease Hibiya-kun!" Hiyori begged.

After a brief moment of silence, Hiyori heard him sigh into the phone for the umpteenth time.

"I'll think about it, okay?" he said in a defeated tone.

"Oh thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouTHANKYOU Hibiya-kun!" Hiyori exclaimed, fists in the air.

"Make sure you start packing right away! You'll need gloves and hats and everything! I'll come over tomorrow to help you. We leave the day after that. Bye bye Hibiya-kun!"

"Wait I didn't say y-"

Hiyori had already hung up before he could finish.

Yes! She had done it! SHE HAD DONE IT! He was coming for sure now. He was as good as hers now.

Not that he really had a chance, though. It was practically fate. With the one exception of her sister returning home someday, Asahina Hiyori always got what she wanted in the end. No matter if she had to get her parents to give it to her or if she had to beat down on it mercilessly. All with a sweet smile on her face.

Amamiya Hibiya as it seemed, just took a bit more time and a bit more smiling to get than most things.


Hibiya pressed a hand to his eyes. Tch. Whatever, he would deal with her tomorrow. He hadn't really meant it when he said that he'd think about it; he just couldn't think of anything better to get her to hang up.

Augh. Talk about annoying.

It wasn't that he hated Hiyori; she was just really, really annoying, what with all her talk about love and marriage, and her constant need to keep him company, and her cute smile and pretty eyes and-

Hibiya caught himself before that thought could escalate. No, he was not going to be like every other boy at school; drooling over Hiyori for no good reason. He was better than that. Bleh. He patted his cheeks to expel the new warmth.

Hiyori would have to ask someone else; she already had mountains of boys willing to fall to her feet the moment she snapped her fingers. Except Hibiya of course. He'd just make up some random excuse about why he couldn't come, explain it to her parents so she wouldn't be able to whine about it, and everything would be fine.

He smiled for once, trying not to think about Hiyori's pouting face.

He was definitely not going.


As her father and mother finished tucking her into bed and kissed her goodnight, Hiyori had a thought.

Just in case...

"Ne, okaa-sama, otou-sama..."