"Look at what the horse swallowed, Yumiko!" teased a grinning, shirtless Masao a few weeks after the wedding when I went to visit Yumi to drop off her paraphernalia of beauty products off to her that were delivered at our (now mine since she's married now) apartment. He held the door wide enough for Yumi to catch a glimpse of me.
My prima donna of an older sister appeared next to her husband, hair curlers intertwined in her platinum locks and a face mask on her face as she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "'Look what the cat dragged in'! You meant by 'look what the cat dragged in', you dolt!"
The pale blonde-haired man chuckled at my sister's not-uncommon behavior and nodded his head in my direction. "I know, I know, but your sister's here."
"Which sister?" she basically snarled, her facemask not helping with how ridiculous she looked.
"The one you used to live with, who sings and plays guitar."
"Oh ... her, "Yumi clicked her tongue and turned towards me, "What do you want, you evil witch? You're supposed to be at work by now."
"Well, it's my day-off for one, and two- I'm here to give you your shitty beauty products that still keep coming to my apartment even though you've been moved out for months now, " I snapped back, a smirk on my face as I allowed myself inside of their house, "Oh, and to have a sister-to-sister chat with you before I head on out to possibly pick up my new music gear or some shit."
Her green eyes scanned me suspiciously, scrutinizing my every move as if she were reading my mind in order to find out any of my hidden motives (which I do have some due to what happened to me yesterday).
She soon turned her attention towards her mildly amused husband and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Isn't it about time for you to go now? It's almost 12 o'clock, "she cooed, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"Oh, but we were just getting to the good part, Yumiko."
Yumi smiled a rare smile at the man, tracing her index fingers over his slightly chapped lips and said, "I know, but you stupidly discontinued it when my least favorite sister felt the need to bring her ass to our door and knock like she's freaking crazy."
"You know you love me and that I'm your favorite sister, "I teased, knowing that she didn't mind me coming over one bit.
Big sis rolled her eyes, making a sound of disgust within her throat. "As if; Tama is my favorite sister and you know it, you idiot. Nobody likes you except for Kadan-dono."
"You're just jealous that he likes me more than -."
Masao walked past us both, carrying all of his stuff that he needed for his job at some modeling gig. He pressed one last kiss against sis's lips and said, "As fun as it is to see you two bicker like two hyenas, it's time for me to go."
Yumi corrected him once again while pulling him down for another kiss. "'Old ladies', honey, 'old ladies' was what you meant. And I'm going to kill you for that remark later."
The bubbly male chuckled at the double meaning behind my sister's words (which still has me vomiting on the inside) and made his way to his sports car.
Lime green eyes that were somewhat similar to my midnight blue ones turned onto me with a glint of seriousness within them as she hissed out, "What did you do this time?"
I raised an eyebrow at her, in spite of already knowing that she was right (she usually is based on how she's like an empath or some shit like that with picking off of people's feelings like a damn succubus) and chirped out innocently, "Oh, but, dear sister, what makes you think that I've done something wrong?"
"Because of the fact I've known you for most of your life and could easily see right through your bullshit, as well as Tama can."
"But you're forgetting that Tama has an IQ of 190 compared to you, so that statement is just about irrelevant."
Yumi simply ignored that jab at her IQ and made her way back into the house.
I followed closely behind her, making sure to close and lock the door behind me. "I like what you and Masao-kun did with the place, "I half-joked, secretly admiring the luxurious living room as we made our way into the room.
Yumi grabbed her two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine before plopping herself down on a one-arm, leather lounge chair that looked as if it came out of the Moulin Rouge. "So, what exactly made you decide to grace us with your presence today, little sister? Trying to be a cockblock or something?"
I sat across from her, watching as she sat down both wine glasses on the coffee table between us and pour some red wine into both of them. I automatically started reaching for one of them when sister dearest swatted my hand at a speed almost rivalling my rival Haruka Ten'ou.
"Who said that you could have some wine? 'Cause last I've checked, you're a recovering alcoholic."
I rolled my eyes and leaned back into my seat with a pout. "Freaking hypocritical bitch ..."
"I'd rather be a bitch than to be the one with a freaking 'Girl Gone Wild' video somewhere that has my tat tats on display for everyone, "sneered Yumi, already downing one of the glasses as if she hasn't drunken anything for weeks.
After a slight silence and watching Yumi done a third glass of wine, she soon asked me, "So what exactly has your panties up in a wad enough for you to seek me of all people? You usually harass Tama about your many issues in life."
"But she's too busy preparing for our new niece to be bothered with either of our petty issues right now, and this issue just might affect you and Masao somehow indirectly based on the fact it involves some ... mutual of yours, "I answered without missing a beat, awaiting her reaction of possibly throwing her wine bottle at me.
A scowl soon made its home upon Yumi's face, already showing the telltales of her about to have a fit all to herself that'll even compete against a hurricane or a tsunami if it were possible from how crazy she gets when she sniffs out trouble from someone.
"What did you do?" she basically hissed out, wine now forgotten on top of the table that she might throw me on before skewering me with the poker in the fireplace.
A sheepish smile sprang across my face as I blabbed out, "Well ... I sort of had a lunch date with that Ushio guy from your wedding."
Silence descended upon us once again before big sis sprung to her feet with a roar.
"SAY WHAT?!"