A/N: Sequel to 'Misaki meets Misaki'. Long story cut short, a girl in dA really liked my story and wanted me to make a sequel, and thus, this. It was years since I wrote this, and years since I busied myself with school. I just happened to read this during my free time and when writer's block got me good. I cringed at the horror of my writing. Eugh.

Disclaimer: K is obviously nawt moine. So is the mentions of 2 authors i'm currently sinking my teeth into. Misaki Akatsuki is 100% mine.

reuploaded: 11/25/12.

edited: 103014.


Sigh. The young redhead released an agitated yet strained-like breath as her brown eyes kept themselves occupied to the concrete ground. Her mind was in a haywire despite the loud music emanating off from her headsets, blurred emotions and nautical nonsense swirled around her brain as she legitimately recalled her reason to walk to her big brother's HQ on a Saturday at 8 in the morning.

At early 6 am, she got an "urgent" call from her brother ordering her to arrive at Homura at 8 am sharp or else, then hangs up. And then she groggily turned to her alarm clock and took notice the time and day for him to call – six o'clock on a SATURDAY, Misaki cursed him with every known curses he never knew she knew.

By 6:59 am, she finally (and grudgingly) gets out of bed, rushing to take a quick shower.

At 7:13, she lazily puts on her underwear, a hanging vintage tee, gray shorts, her favorite jacket and a gray beanie. She settled to leave her flowing sunset red hair long and finishing her outfit. Nodding proudly to herself, she helped herself to a quick breakfast consisting of 2 bananas, oatmeal and some milk.

By 7:33, she grabbed her favorite sneakers and was already out of her dorm.

Really, what does aniki want so early in the damn Saturday morning? She thought inwardly, observing a cat pass by her through thick lashes.

"This had better be worth waking up so early in the damn morning for." She muttered angrily under her breath.


Humming to himself, the 26-year old Kusanagi absentmindedly fetched himself a Gin and Tonic with a squeeze of lime, stirring it blatantly. His devilishly handsome face had rested against the palm of his hand, waiting for the double doors to open and reveal his little sister.

Oddly enough, Anna, who was seated beside Totsuka, eyed the door curiously as well. As if she was seemingly awaiting the presence of the young teen as well. Which was quite rare.

As far as he knew, Anna was a very tight-fisted and stoic 11-year old. And having some sort of attachment to weirdos like Mikoto and Totsuka made her look like a mascot. And when with her sister, it just seemed awkwardly cute.

Ugh, you're thinking pedo thoughts Izumo, stop it. The blonde reprimands to himself mentally, taking a sip from his glass.

The chiming of the doors caught his attention, a soft voice politely greeted Totsuka and Anna and light footsteps were heard directing to his direction. As if on cue, Kusanagi turned to the 16-year old teen, smirking at the pout on her face.

"Yo Misa, sorry for calling on such short notice."

"Yeah, thanks for that. I really appreciate you calling me 6 in the morning on a Saturday, during a week long break." She says sarcastically to him, glaring at him with her brown eyes.

The blonde man rolls his eyes on her. He hears Totsuka sigh apologetically for Misaki's sake while Anna was all but silent, her eyes deemed to have an amused expression at Misaki's outburst.

"So, what brings my presence here aniki?" She starts, just wanting to have this over with so she can continue on with her adventures with John Green and David Levithan back in her dorm.

Putting his glass at the bar, he reaches for his inside pocket and hands her a scrap of paper. Misaki raises her brow warily at him, then at the paper.

Stretching to get the paper from his hand, she slowly opened to inspect the contents and almost slapped herself silly in the head when she realized what it was – a grocery list.

" You…Have…GOT…to…be…kidding…me." she deadpanned.

Kusanagi only smirked at her, ruffling her hair nonchalantly.


Rolling swiftly to the beat of the music from his headphones, the young teen quickly drifted through the crowd with ease. He had this expression of content and smug written all over his young face. Even with his eyes closed, he can perfectly tell which way to turn left, right, sideways or to a full stop. Instincts, he may call it. But it's one of the perks of being a skater boy, and he knew it.

Soothing urban jazz played from his ear drums to the highest volume, loud enough for any normal person to hear. Totsuka did say he'd go deaf from its volume. But he proved him wrong countless times, HA!

Seeing the familiar building before him, he kicked off from his board and saddled it to his arm. With one hand, he pushed the door open greeting with his usual casual presence.

"OSU!" he greeted, waving a hand in the air.

Totsuka looked up from his book, smiling warmly at him "Hello there Yata,"

"Oi, Yata-chan." called some Homra members whose eyes were glued to their gadgets.

Mikoto-san merely peeked an eye to him and grunted in response.

Kusanagi, who was currently on the phone, spared him a short wave at the sight of him. Walking towards the newbies, his day was finally in motion. Talking, laughter, updates, beating up, scolding and lazing was all there is to this place. It sure as hell beats staying at home doing nothing or being forced to be friendly with his neighbors, much likely…females.

And speaking of females, where was Anna?

Lifting his head, he took a quick inspection of the place in search of the familiar blonde gothic girl. Alas, she could not be found. Turning to Bando, he asked "Oi, where's the little runt?"

"Hmm? Anna? I dunno, she wasn't here when I came here."

Turning to Rikio, he asked the same question only to have the same answer.

"Why're you suddenly so interested in looking for her?" teased Eric, earning a whack in the head from the irritated Yata.

"Shut up, I'm just asking ya prick." he growled.

Truth be told, there was just an unnerving feeling going on within in. Like something wasn't right. He was and wasn't at the same time intrigued at such feeling. It was unsettling, but curiously funny.

Clearing his head from such thoughts, he returned his direction to their card game while discussing the latest going on. While they were playing, Kusanagi had finally finished talking over at the phone and sighed gratefully.

"Well?" Totsuka asks, putting a bookmark on the page he was reading and turned his full attention to the blonde.

Kusanagi smiled a little, running his hand through his blond locks. Looking at the time in his watch, he muttered something under his breath agitatedly. Something in between the lines of "what's taking them so long?" and "they better not be in some trouble"

"Oi," he whispered quietly "what's eating Kusanagi-san?"

They shrugged "Dunno, ever since we came here, he was kinda bipolar." they whispered deathly silent.

"Bipolar?" he wanted to laugh.

"Yeah, on one phone call, he was jolly and flirty. The next, he's screaming and cussing down. Like he's shifting from demon to angel."

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeh?"

Two minutes into the game, and his mind wanders. Randomly going through his misadventures in the past week and oddly enough, seeing Mikoto-san's spiky red hair reminded him of someone who had similar roots.

And then, all thoughts began to focus on one thing.

It was like a week since he last saw her, Akatsuki Misaki. Partly, it had been an eventful and uneventful spur of events.

Like, when he had accidentally cut her side bangs while she was sewing her brother's clothes leaving an angry Kusanagi-san frantic at the sight of its unevenness despite her liking towards it. He had almost died under his clutches. He had walked her to the train station after that.

Then there was that one time he had spotted her in a music store swaying her head to the beat and singing to the lyrics animatedly. He remembered her flustered face when he caught her, he laughed so hard that he earned a painful kick in the shin from her. They had spent hours together browsing and listening to music, sharing their favorites every once in a while. He walked her to the train station after that event.

And, there was his birthday. She surprised him by handing him a present containing skateboard set- fresh new wheel, replacements in case it broke and other tools and they spent the whole day playing at the arcade together…as friends. He blushed at the memory of a random lady calling them a couple; she was all too distracted with beating someone on the Tekken game. And as usual, he had walked her to the train station afterwards.

She's been dropping by more lately as promised. Probably because her big brother's been missing her too much if he remembered so clearly. Or probably she had too much free time on her hands.

And every time she'd visit, with or without being told to, he'd walk her to the train station. A habit that he fondly grew on and for good reasons!

Ever since she shared of her almost-rape experiences, he began to grow frantic and wary towards her. Well, he was doing this for Kusanagi-san! The guy was probably too busy to bring her himself, or probably still choked up in guilt for failing to protect her.

Geez, can't he get over the fact that she forgave him? He thought, sparing him a glance over his shoulder.

Clouded by his thoughts over her, the doors blasted open revealing Anna with an ice cream on her hand.

"Ah, welcome back Anna and Misaki." greeted Totsuka cheerily, walking towards them. Yata jumped at the sound of her name, lowered down his cards and turned to the door.

Misaki looked fairly bored and exhausted and aggravated, directing her scowl towards her brother behind the bar. Her short uneven side bangs were as is, cascading down her shoulders. Soft features spared him even though she had her face sideways to him. She was too angry to notice him, and he noticed why at the sight of four plastic bags on each hand.

"Aha, Misa, welcome back~" he greeted cheerily, dodging her anger aside.

"I hate you right now aniki."

He tutted at her disapprovingly while wriggling his fingers admonishingly.

"Ah, but you promised me you'd help me."

She rolls her eyes "Whatever just tell me where can I start."

Kusanagi smiles briefly at her shot temper then points at the door on the far left of the bar, smiling knowingly at her "Just cook whatever you feel like cooking that's enough to feed these hungry people."

Nodding obediently at him, she starts to make her way to the said room when she felt a hand brush over hers. Looking up, Misaki was surprised that Yata had helped her with the bags. He had an impassive face on, which almost surprised the redhead considering that he usually would nudge or ruffle her head every time she'd drop by.

"Yo," she greeted cocking her head to the side, searching for his eyes.

He looked at her in the eye for a while, before half-smirking at her. "Yo,"

Watching their exchange, Totsuka and Kusanagi exchanged glances and nodded with approval before returning to the two teens.

Anna, who was between the two, felt out of place and neglected (but still had a straight face on) tugged on the girl's shorts making her look down at the child.

"Hmm?"

"Can I help cook?" Anna stated each word very slowly and softly. The corners of her mouth were a mess from the strawberry ice cream she had.

Misaki beamed aimlessly at the young girl and nodded.

"Okay Anna, you can help. Just be careful okay?" she instructed kindly while licking her thumb to wipe away the smudges on Anna's face in a motherly manner.

Yata watched the scene in awe. He held his tongue for that manner to stare at another side of Misaki he never knew.

Putting the plastic on the island counter, Misaki whistled in fascination at the glorious kitchen before her.

No doubt the high modern kitchen design was Totsuka-san's doing. Red bricked walls with dark wooden cabinets, black and white tiled floors, black granite island counters, topnotch appliances, cute bubble lamps hanging from above and state of the art silver sinks rearing a beautiful view of the outside. A quaint little potted flower stood by the window sill of which Misaki couldn't help but giggle at.

"What's so damn funny?" he inquired, mirroring her actions to put the plastic bags.

Shaking her head from her stupor, she swiftly took out a hair tie from her wrists – which held like a gazillion hair ties in different colors – and tied her hair into a messy ponytail. And then she picked up Anna and hoisted her to sit on the island to tie up her hair in twin pigtails.

"There, aren't you a cutie Anna-chan~" she said pleasingly in a sing song.

Anna merely grunted, avoiding herself from any emotion but gave her voice of approval.

"Now then, what shall we cook for today Chef Anna?" the redhead asked, hanging her bag by the door and retrieved three aprons. Yata remained silent and just observed her move around the kitchen with ease.

"Stir fry, fried rice, miso soup, chicken curry, beef teriyaki, fried shrimp, sukiyaki nabe, okonomiyaki, tiramisu, pudding, milk shake, rame-"

"Oi, oi, oi, she's a person not a miracle worker you runt." Yata ticked, sweat dropping at her many demands of food and to the new found knowledge that little Anna had a monstrous appetite.

"Haha, now, now, don't be so rash Yata-chan, she was merely suggesting foods for me to cook. Though, I'm not sure we can have nabe, tiramisu and okonomiyaki with the budget aniki gave us." Tapping a finger to her lips in thought, a wide grin spread in a flash on her face at an idea "Let's just have some stir fry, fried rice, deep fried shrimp, katsura miki, giseyaki and some stew alright Anna-chan? Oh! And you can bake some cookies on your own for dessert, I'll teach you!"

The young blonde nodded impassively at the teen and then jumped off the island.

"Now roll your sleeves and put this on you two." She instructed to them both taking Yata by surprise.

"Huh, me?" he pointed to himself in disbelief.

Misaki rolled her eyes "Duh, of course you and Anna. What's the point of assisting me to the kitchen anyways?" she muttered, putting on her apron and tucked her side bangs.

As he remained stupefied at her demand, glaring at the apron on his hand, he heard her sigh as she walked towards him. Having the authority to put it on herself and adjust it so it fit perfectly on him and rolling up his sleeves for him.

Their wary closeness built off a steam within him, rushing all the blood to his face with every feel of her hands on his skin. Her hair was tickling his nose and he swore he smelled the faintest smell of citrusy lemon from her hair, how intoxicating it was to his senses.

"There, all done." Misaki said, looking pleases with her handiwork.

"Now please fetch me the wok, pan and pot please. Oh, and please cook us some rice please Yata-chan, you do know how to cook rice right?" she teased, earning a hard angry flush from him.

"O-Oi! Of course I know how to cook rice. Idiot." He muttered angrily, turning away from her.

Throughout the process of their cooking, Yata was amazed at how lively she can be while cooking. Lively and fast. She was good, she proved to be a worthy future chef with her ability to work on four meals plus a cake on the same time, with Anna and him helping on of course.

At times, he'd sneak a glance up on her tucking a strand of hair behind her ear or wipe away a sweat on her forehead. For some strange absurd reason, he wanted that he would do that to her.

FUCK. What the fuckery am I thinking?! That's just…weird? Yeah. WEIRD. DOWNRIGHT WEIRD YA PRICK!

"Hey Yata-chan," she called out of the blue, not taking her eyes off of the cooking meals before her.

He jumped in place, almost dropping the frying pan on his hand. He was tasked to work on the stir fry, while Anna was left to solely work on the cookies. So it was just the two of them on the stove with a short distance between them.

"Y-Y-Yeah?" he stammered. Oh no, he did not just stammer.

"How long have you known aniki?" she asked, being oblivious to his stammer. Seeing that the stew was heating up, she lowered the fire and added up a few more spices.

"H-heh? Kusanagi-san? Hmm…about…when I was 14 or 15 perhaps? Why?"

She shrugged faintly smiling "No reason maybe. Just wanted to get to know some things I guess."

"Che, well…in the last years I've known Kusanagi-san, I never knew he had a sibling. Let alone a younger half-sister."

Playfully hitting him with her hip, Misaki frowned.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

Hitting her back with his hip to return the favor, he smirked cheekily down at her.

"I just thought that Kusanagi-san was more of an only child being that he hangs out with Mikoto-san a lot, or, has like…3 siblings running around making him some bipolarish kind of dude."

She snorted.

"Bipolarish?"

"Yep. One minute, he's fuming mad at the ruckus we've made. Then the next, he's acting all mature and classy with us. That should be a disease really."

"Haha, you're damn right about that Yata-chan."

It always dawned to him how Misaki seemed to have great pride when talking about her big brother. She prided with the way she'd poke fun at him, curse him to no end, and go on aimlessly about how much he's been frantic of her well-being for the past years of her life. Their symbiotic relationship as half-siblings never tore them apart, but it made things complicatedly astounding on both terms.

They had the same mother. But she never talks about her mother. Kusanagi-san does not talk about his mother often, nor does he ever mention her to Misaki. It was as if there was a strain of conflict uprooted between them. A dark entity he wanted to know but knew he had to keep his paws off.

And then it hit him, how he called her. It was way too familiar. Turning to her, a full frown embed his face causing her to look up.

"What's up?" she asked worriedly.

"I thought I told you that you could call me by my first name." he grumbled.

She raised an eyebrow apprehensively as if to assess his words in her jumbled head.

"Misaki?" he nodded with a faint blush. "But I thought you hated being called that, besides, I feel like I'm having a rival with the same name but different gender and all."

He scoffs, flipping the vegetables on the wok without even looking. He was getting good at this.

"Yeah, but…"

"But?" she repeated, stressing the u for too long.

"Never mind." Yata says, shaking it off. Turning off the stove, he took out a few large platters and set the stir fry on it.

He heard her whistle at his work, causing an immediate flush on his face.

"Nice work Ya- err, Misaki."

He stiffened. Now that was a weird turn out of events. He felt more recognized to the sound of his name coming out from her mouth. It sounded so special coming from her.

Misaki awkwardly fidgeted from her spot, stirring repeatedly on the pot to distract herself. Seemingly avoiding his heated gaze and ignoring the heat creeping on her cheeks.

Anna had just finished making her cookies, and called unto Yata to help her put it on the oven. Quickly running to her side, he took the batter and set it on the oven pressing the buttons Misaki instructed to him.

"Well," she announced "looks like my stew's ready. Now it needs some taste testing." And now she was back to her bubbly self, remnants of her flush were slowly fading away. And in a flash, Anna was beside her looking excitedly at the stew.

Misaki chuckled heartedly and took a spoonful of it, blew on it carefully and held it to the young blonde.

"Ah, Anna. Be careful it's hot."

Taking small sips of the stew, her eyes lit up with emotion and they swore that they saw a mini-smile creep on her cheeks in a nanosecond.

"Delicious."

Misaki beamed shyly "Glad you like it." And then turned to Yata for his turn, he flushed yet again and tried to back out. But he was threatened by her look that read "eat-this-or-you-shall-never-skateboard-again" glare. He reluctantly took a sip, it was good. He's gotta hand it to her, she was a great cook-

And now she sips the remnants from the spoon as well, nodding with approval at her work as she turned off the stove. Yata flushed ten times the shade of red. That was an indirect kiss!

Kneeling down to Anna, they talked about things he failed to hear then instructed her to set the meals so she and Yata would clear the kitchen. With Anna off to her task, Misaki looked up to Yata and smiled happily.

"Hungry?"

He smiled back but faltered at the sight of a browns smudge on the corners of her lip. Mirroring her actions earlier, he brought his hand to her face and brushed the smudge away with his thumbs. Seeing the leftover stew from his thumb, he brought it to his face and licked it off causing her to dilate her eyes wide open at him.

"Starving."


"ITADAKIMASU!" the whole Homura gang yelled at the same time as they gorged greedily to the heaping hot piles of meal served before them.

"Oh god this is good!" Rikio exclaimed.

"Ah, heaven~" called out Shohei and Masaomi at the same time.

Eric merely grunted in approval alongside Anna and Mikoto-san.

Totsuka ate happily, lavishing the meal.

Chitose, Bando and Kosuke bombarded Misaki with questions about herself. Of which, she tried to evade but failed miserably. Yata, who was seated beside her, glowered at them dangerously from the corner of his eye not wanting to give anything away.

Kusanagi was merely enjoying the show, his sister's, Yata's and Anna's cooking being devoured by his gluttonous clan members. A tick was evident though from his head from the trio's rampant questioning about her and her private life.

"Are you single?" asked Chitose, smiling flirtatiously at Misaki making her feel uncomfortable.

"Uh…"

"Do you have a boyfriend?" asked Bando obnoxiously.

"Err…"

"What's your cup size?" Kosuke asked, the drip on his nose was not amiss.

"..."

"O-OI! What's up with the questions?" Yata yelled angrily, flushing from Kosuke's question "Can't 'cha see she's uncomfortable here?!"

"Ooh, someone's being overprotective here~" Tick.

"Arerere, is Yata-chan jealous?" Tick, Tick.

"Don't tell me you like Misa-" Tick, Tick, Tick!

Kusanagi's tick suddenly burst and he was quickly on his feet. All eyes were on him. He slowly made way around the table towards the trio who were staring at him curiously. Once he was behind them, he grabbed them by their necks and began to beat them to a pulp.

Misaki turned away from the scene and continued to eat her meal, almost losing her appetite in the process. The rest did the same except for Mikoto-san who was watching in amusement.

Totsuka looked at Misaki apologetically; Yata muttered something under his breathe and angrily took a shrimp.

From behind them, screams of pain and unadultered fury raged on.

"TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH MY LITTLE SISTER IN MY PRESENCE!"

Upon hearing this, Misaki buried her head on her hand and let out a frustrated breathe. Yata patted her sympathetically.

"Hang in there bro…"

"Thanks."

"You gonna finish your shrimp?"

"You can have it."

End of Part One.