Disclaimer: I don't own Lux-Pain.
They could have passed as sisters. Not in terms of appearance or personality, but in terms of sheer weirdness.
"That is nice outfit," the pink-haired shopkeeper greeted cheerfully, the first time Natsuki entered Pumpkin Witch.
The younger girl had come along with Atsuki, of course, who'd had a sneaking suspicion the two might get along.
From the compliment alone, Meilin's first impression on her was a good one. The Chinese woman spoke their language with an accent, a bit broken at times, but still wholly understandable. This foreign ring gave it a pleasant – adorable – tone.
"Mine is not costume," Meilin frowned suddenly, as if this were troubling her. "This is my normal clothes, you see?"
That was one of the first things they learned about each other, right away, due to Meilin's insistence. Her clothes were not cosplay, and if Natsuki agreed not to call them that, then she wouldn't refer to Natsuki's pretty lolita style as cosplay either. Natsuki, for her part, had never mentioned a word about cosplayers, but whole-heartedly agreed to this rule.
Meilin had called her clothes pretty. She complimented the woman on her unique style and original use of color. The two developed an instant bond.
Natsuki was sent off with a piece of candy and an invitation to come back and visit some time. She did, and soon found herself addicted to the little shop's aura, returning more and more frequently for no apparent reason.
Frequently to Natsuki was maybe once a week. Apparently, this did not translate the same way for Meilin.
"How come you not come visit more?" she asked one day, in the middle of a reading.
The teal-haired girl looked up at her curiously. "Because I don't have the time," she replied simply.
"Then you need to make time," the other insisted. "Make time for me!"
In that single moment, all sign of seriousness was gone and the giddy returned to her face. According to Atsuki, she could change her Shinen very quickly, at will. Until now, Natsuki had found it hard to believe that a woman who wasn't a psychic – or refused to acknowledge being one – could be capable of such a feat.
Still, she'd caught that hint of loneliness, and that was just another way in which they were similar.
"I think I will," Natsuki agreed, returning the smile.
They were similar in some ways. Not in their appearance, and not necessarily in their personality, but in their weirdness. In what they felt in their hearts. Drawn together by the former, strengthened by the latter . . . They could have been sisters, but it was better that they could be lovers.
Ignore the last paragraph if you do not want to read a girls' love. I was in the random mood to write one. Then I happened to recall what I usually tell people – 'This is the game where you can pair anyone with anyone!' – and actually tried it. Crack pairing, ftw.
I wasn't aiming to write more drabbles though. (Critic?)