None of the chapters are tied to each other, unless otherwise stated. For example, if in chapter... 3, or something, Konoka and Setsuna get together, in the next chapters, none of that will have happened. And so on. Basically, they are stand-alone chapters.

I redid this again. My style keeps changing. And I'm still growing, maturing, learning more... So when I go back and read these sometimes I cringe. It's better now, I think. I hope? Sorry there's no new material. I have the biggest writer's block... It's big.

01. Mistletoe

A sheepish Asuna stood in front of a disapproving Setsuna, shifting from one foot to the other.

"You let her get drunk," deadpanned Setsuna. It was supposed to be a question, but she was so irritated, her voice ended up sounding flat.

Avoiding her eyes, Asuna blushed guiltily. She mumbled, "She only got a sip" A lot of sips, but she doesn't need to know... "Besides, how could I have known someone spiked the punch?"

"Uh, Haruna? Or Asakura? You know them," Setsuna pointed out agitatedly. She breathed in, attempting to calm hersellf down, then sighed wearily. Part of it was also her fault, for not watching her charge properly. "Where is she now?"

Asuna frowned, still feeling guilty. "I think she went to the wash—"

"Secchan...!" a bubbly voice interrupted.

Setsuna turned around, and a body unexpectedly collided with hers, bringing them both to the ground. So much for my reflexes, she groaned in embarrassment.

"Se—" the person giggled mid-sentence. "Secchan," she tried again. "Hey hey, look at this!"

Setsuna gaped at the brunette sitting on top of her and flushed almost violently. "O-Ojou-sama, what—"

"Leaf!" declared Konoka, thrusting a green plant in her face. "With ribbon!" She added, looking extremely proud of herself for being able to correctly identify the object in her hand.

Setsuna gently pried the inebriated girl off of her and turned to Asuna—who... wasn't there anymore. She blinked, glancing around the suddenly very empty room, and swallowed. A sense of foreboding shivered down her spine, and her breath quickened in anxiety. Her eyes frantically darted around before she remembered who she was and collected herself. Right. This is no big deal. I've been alone with Konoka-ojou-sama before—

She froze when Konoka climbed back on top of her, grabbed her wrists, and pinned her down. Strangely she barely put up a fight. Well, of course, she convinced herself, I cannot harm her...

Konoka leaned down, close enough for Setsuna to be able to...

"Wa-wait, Ojou-sama, this is highly inappropriate!" she sputtered.

Konoka sat up and huffed. "Hm, who's this 'Ojou-sama', I wonder?" she feigned.

"Ojou... Konoka... -san," Setsuna stammered weakly.

Konoka sighed. That was probably the best she could get Setsuna to do, for now. A wicked glint shone in her eyes all of a sudden, and another chill shot down Setsuna's spine.

"Mmm..." Konoka purred. "Now that we're like this..." she trailed off ominously, and held something green above their heads.

"Eh?" Setsuna stared at the leafy thing with the white berries and— "Mistletoe?" she wondered quizzically. You're supposed to kiss under mistletoes, her brain supplied helpfully. Her eyes went wide and she started blushing as she repeated incredulously, "Mistletoe?"

Konoka grinned impishly. "You know what they say you have to do when there's middlestoe—missile—" she paused. "um, white and green thing." Darn. Her seduction would have worked so much better if her tongue would cooperate with her! Mmm, tongue. Mmm, Secchan.

She leant down, letting her breath brush against Setsuna's lips. "So?" she murmured, "Ready to kiss?"

Setsuna gulped. "Oh. Um," she stammered. It was getting really hard to think with Konoka so close to her, their... bodies... pressed closely against each other... "Wait, are you sure this is—"

Konoka cut her off by gently pushing their lips together.

It was... warm, and soft. And wet. And—Was that her tongue? gawped a very dazed Setsuna, except she couldn't really gawp considering her mouth was currently occupied. Very... pleasantly occupied.

Then they parted—damn oxygen!— and Setsuna couldn't stop herself from whining, "no!" except it came out as an embarrassing whimper instead. She blushed, and Konoka giggled, dropping the mistletoe, and tangling her fingers in Setsuna's hair, pulling it out of its ponytail. They kissed again, and parted again, but this time Setsuna frowned.

"Wait, you're not drunk," she said slowly. "There's no taste of alcohol."

"I'm a good actor," Konoka said slyly. Then, without letting Setsuna say anymore, she leant down and kissed her again, her fingers running deliciously through Setsuna's hair. She moaned into the kiss, pressing her body into the other girl, and—

Click.

—they broke away abruptly, panting. Their heads turned to the source of the noise, and they found a grinning Kazumi holding a camera.

Setsuna twitched. Oh, no.

"Asakura," and her voice was low and menacing. "don't you dare...!"