Author's Note: This a short story (2-3) chapters long that I decided to write to clear my mind. My computer literally went boom, taking Chapter 6 of "A Mother's Curse" with it. I hijacked my mother's computer, and decided to write this story to lighten my mood with some humor. The story is sort of an alternate universe.

Day One:

The sound of something thudding against the floor sounded out throughout the apartment, followed by a wary sigh. A lone figure stood at the entrance of the apartment, looking exhausted and stressed. The events of the day had taken it's tole onto her, leaving her moody, and tired. Her head throbbed with a headache, while the toned muscles located in her neck, and shoulders produced knots of tension. Lazily, the limber female lifted a hand to rub the back of her neck, while she glared about the living room of her apartment.

'I'll have to clean this up later,' the female thought to herself in disgust, as she stumbled across the main room weakly, heading directly towards the couch. It took her longer than she had expected to reach the black leather piece of furniture, and much longer than that to properly lay herself down onto it. It wasn't long, though, after that, that the young woman soon found herself drifting off into a peaceful, and much deserved slumber.

Three Hours later:

Emerald eyes slowly fluttered open, as their owner tried to figure out what it was that had woke her up. Emerald eyes drifted across the now clean apartment. 'Huh...' It was a tired thought that surfaced within her mind, making the limber female wonder who it was that cleaned had cleaned up after her. Forcing herself into a sitting position, the young woman began to rub the sleep from her eyes, hoping that it would remove the blur that had forced it's way into her eye sight. The trick had worked, as the woman numbly made her way through the living room and into the kitchen, wondering who had cleaned her house.

By the time she reached the kitchen, the woman could smell the scent of something being cooked; something delicious. Although as soon as her nose registered the scent, as did her eyes feast upon the sight of a slightly older brunette looming over the kitchen stove. Shocked, and at the same curious, the young woman stood there staring at the other female, wondering when the brunette had arrived.

"Ara, I was wondering when Natsuki would wake up," The brunette said in her usual soft tone, making blue-haired female blink out of her stare, and glance around the kitchen.

"How long have you been here?" The younger woman asked in a gruff tone, while making her way towards the table. As soon as she reached the table, she pulled out a chair, and unceremoniously flopped down into it.

"Not long," came a soft answer, making the young woman blink. "I tried calling Natsuki, and got no answer, so I came over and was shocked to see the door unlocked."

"I was too tired to bother with it," Natsuki mumbled, as she folded her arms over her chest. The brunette giggled, turning her head to glance at the blue-haired girl, before returning her gaze to whatever it was she was cooking.

"Ara, I was quite surprised," Shizuru said calmly. "Especially when I had told Natsuki to keep her door locked, but never the less, I made sure to lock it as soon as I came in."

The younger woman made a face at that, but didn't say anything; instead she leaned forward and allowed her head to rest upon the mahogany wood surface of the kitchen table. It wasn't long before she felt her eyes automatically close, and her breathing relax.

"Natsuki must've had a hard day," said the woman before the stove, as she glanced over the younger woman again. "A very hard day since she's not fighting back, or demanding anything of me."

"Mou, that damned baka-sensei." the woman at the table mumbled, while opening her eyes and looking onto the figure of the brunette. 'So pretty...' the younger female's voice cooed softly, as her eyes took in every curve of the other female's form. She wasn't quite aware of the fact that she was staring, until she realized what it was she was doing. 'Stop being so hentai!' She scolded herself, all the while feeling the cheeks of her face flush with heat.

Unknown to the younger woman, though, was the fact that the brunette was aware of her gaze. Crimson eyes turned slowly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the blunette staring at her, but what she saw instead was the younger woman scowling, while a cherry colored blush stained the girl's adorable cheeks.

"Strange," the brunette breathed, as her own expression shifted into a small pout. "Natsuki is scowling and blushing, and I wasn't the cause of it."

"Wha?" the younger female asked densely. It took a moment or so for the words to sink in, and once they registered, the younger woman's scowl darkened, while her cheeks seemed to brighten with color. The young woman's tone was gruff as she glared at the brunette, "Baka!"

The older woman adored times like these, when her beloved's expression would turn into a contradiction of itself. It was one of many things that made the younger woman seem even more adorable in the brunette's eyes. 'She is very honest when just waking up,' the brunette thought, while formulating a plan which would allow her to see a full face blush.

"Ara, what was it that made Natsuki blush?" The older female asked almost casually. There was a slight tinge of mischief lurking within her gentle accented voice. The brunette quickly glanced over to the ramen she was cooking, carefully hiding away the grin which had formed onto her lips.

"N-nothing!" the younger woman stuttered, her voice raising a tone higher. The sound of something scuffing against the tile reached the brunette's ears, making her aware that the blunette was getting up from the table. Footsteps could be heard then, walking out of the kitchen.

"I'm going to take a shower," The blunette informed the older female, and made her way into the living room.

"Ara!" Shizuru called out after the brunette. "I need a shower too, can I join Natsuki?"

"Shizuru!" the younger female cried out, pleading for the brunette not to tease her.

'Ara, I can only imagine what kind of blush she is sporting,' the brunette thought to herself, as she leaned over the stove slightly, and turned off one of the burners. The dinner she had fixed was complete, and now she was more than content to relax, and listen to the cat who was trying to sing in the shower.

Twenty-Five Minutes Later:

"Nani?" came a confused deep voice from the bathroom, making the cultured brunette's eyebrow raise a notch. "It was just here!"

"Ara, what is it, Natsuki?" the brunette called out to the younger woman who was in the shower, but no answer came, only the sound of something crashing against the floor, and a loud yell, "Gahhhh!"

"Natsuki!" Shizuru called out again, this time more urgently, as the brunette raised herself off of the couch. With haste she made her way to the bathroom, and quickly flung open the door, worried that the younger woman was truly hurt. When her eyes took in the sight before her, Shizuru could barely control herself from pouncing onto the naked figure who laid flat out on the floor.

Emerald eyes stared at the ceiling as if in a daze, her expression was that of a wounded puppy. 'I just had bought them!' Her mind cried out in anguish. 'They were still in a bag as I brought them in here!' She was so utterly caught up in the loss of her beloved lingerie, that she didn't notice the figure who was staring down at her naked body.

The beautiful woman who was looming over the fallen figure was entranced at the sight before her, mildly aware of the blood that was dripping down from her nose. The figure on the floor was fully exposed to the brown-haired goddess, and didn't even know about it. The primal urges finally won over with the rational side of the goddess' mind, causing her to pounce down onto the fallen, very naked blunette. It wasn't long, before the brunette was able to claim her full victory.

Two hours later in the bedroom:

Protective arms were wrapped tightly about her, while the pressure, and heat from another body kept her warm. Light kisses were being pressed against her exposed neck.

"Ara, I wonder." voiced the goddess who was currently holding her. "What it was Natsuki-koi was looking for?"

"My bra, and panties," mumbled the satisfied blunette. "I can't find them anywhere. They were still in the shopping bag, when I brought them into the bathroom with me. When I got out of the shower to get dress... they were gone."

"So that's what made Natsuki sad!" The brunette giggled, and then grazed her teeth across the flesh of the blunette's neck. "I'm sure they are in there somewhere."

"I looked!" exclaimed the younger female. "I tore everything apart, and couldn't find them!"

"I see," the brunette whispered, deciding that the time for talking was over. "Shh, I'll help you find them in the morning. Just relax, Natsuki."

Day Two:

It was noon when the blunette decided to finally wake up, and when she did, she soon discovered that her bed was now empty. Sitting up, and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the young woman released a loud yawn, and then scooted out of her bed. 'Wonder where Shizuru went,' Her mind asked, as she headed towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

It wasn't long before a towel clad figure made her appearance within the bedroom, holding a note in which the brunette had written to her before leaving. In the letter, the young woman discovered that the brunette had went over to her house to pick up a few things, and would be back around three o'clock.

The events of last night flooded through Natsuki's mind, making her cheeks flush with heat. 'Did we really do that?' the young woman asked herself, and once again blushed. They had indeed done that, the blunette realized, they had done that repeatedly last night. The woman sighed as she made her way to stand before her precious lingerie cabinet, having every intention of getting fully dressed before the brunette made her way back into the blunette's apartment. Pulling open the cabinet doors, Natsuki was just about to reach in and grab a few articles, when something made her freeze.

Emerald eyes stared widely at what she saw before her, as her complexion grew to a ghostly white. Every single strand of lingerie that the blunette had collected was now utterly gone. Her lingerie cabinet was completely empty. 'No...' Her mind stammered over, and over again, as she frantically started to pull out the empty drawers hoping to at least find one article of underwear. She found nothing, making tears well up within her emerald visage, and leak down to the side of her face. 'Who did this?' She cried, as a loud yell tore from her throat.

To be continued....

Author's Footnote: I bet you all won't guess who it is that is stealing her lingerie, but anyways, enjoy and review. :)