Warning: The next events do not follow a straight time-line, though we can say they take place five years ago before the events of the first chapter. There will be joking around, teenagers, horny lesbians (when not?), and coffee. If you're not ready to face it, then get the Hell out of this story and leave your insults away from my face.


"Woman up, Setsu!" a strong, calloused hand patted the samurai's arm with excessive strength. Setsuna snorted as her only retort, clearly not believing her for a second. Asuna stuck her tongue out at her, apparently denying to herself and the rest of the world she was a seventeen-year-old, grown up girl with a job and finishing school -as surprising as that was-.

"Oh, bite me!" Setsuna couldn't say she wasn't tempted to. Just a little bit wouldn't hurt, right? "The worst she can do is say no to you!" the samurai looked at her fixedly; either contemplating if she was to bite her or not, or wondering if she had completely lost her mind. "Alright, so cut the creepy eyeing crap. She will say yes-" another snort. "Stop that!" a chuckle. "Anyway, she will say yes-Don't interrupt! And you, miss hot-as-a-single-milf-mother samurai, will finally stop sulking about never getting hot, steamy-" a glare. "Snuggles, from your beautiful and really needy ojou-sama."

"I don't know if I should be glad you're calling me hot or bothered by the fact you just compared me to a milf." Asuna frowned at her.

"Well, I'll have you know they're really hot!" Setsuna lifted a perfect black eyebrow her way.

"Just because you are into that sort of thing doesn't mean I have to be too, you know..." she smirked a little at her blushing redheaded friend. Even after so much time of knowing her, she was still touchy about the elderly crush she felt for Takahata. Only God knew what she had seen in him. All scruffy and... full of testosterone and lacking boobs.

"Oh, you shut it!" Asuna threw a piece of paper her way, which was easily ducked by the raven haired girl. "And what do you know? From all the stuff I heard coming from Konoka, you had a crush on her friggin' mother!" Setsuna blushed and stood up, ready to defend her bruised pride and the ugly truth of that statement no one was supposed to know.

"I merely commented on how nice she looked in a dress!" Asuna smirked, already planning her next words.

"Ya sure it was the dress only?" she wiggled her eyebrows in a lewd way, and Setsuna couldn't help but think that, had been someone completely different, she would have punched them without thinking twice, or at all.

"She was a nice looking woman, I'll concede that." Asuna opened her mouth to speak, but Setsuna covered her mouth. "Just that, Asuna." The redhead snickered at her, but decided against answering back.

"But honestly, I know she will say yes. She's been hanging on your arm for who knows how long!" she laughed at her own thought, realizing how true and literal that statement was. And by the blush Setsuna was carrying around not only she knew it was the embarrassing reality, but she liked it as well. Whipped couldn't even begin to describe the samurai when it came to her charge.

"I don't know, she's been really distant lately." She grabbed her sword and started polishing it; a nervous habit she had acquired over the years. "And there's the omiai thing as well…" she trailed off, letting Asuna see her sulky side.

"So what? Those are perfectly fine reasons to go and confess!" she smacked the table nearby and immediately retreated her hand when she felt a stinging pain cursing through it. Setsuna smirked at her, obviously enjoying the whole scene from her comfortable couch.

"As I was saying, you have to tell Konoka you love her. Or, well, like her. Try not to scare her on the first date, yeah?" she smiled at the samurai, who sighed in response and stopped polishing the sword.

"Asuna, I'm not sure that would be a good idea." she glanced at her friend seriously. "Even if she liked me back, there would be Hell to pay, most likely from her side of the family." Asuna looked at her, confused.

"Konoka's family adores you, Setsu..."

"No, Asuna. They like me well enough to not kill me. Or at least, Eishun-sama and Kanako-sama do." Asuna walked closer to her friend and sat down on the free spot of the couch. "I'm not Konoemon's favorite person. Never was and never will." Asuna frowned.

"He doesn't look like he's capable of killing you, Setsuna." She shook her head. "Actually, I'm pretty sure he adores you as well." Setsuna turned her head to stare at her, not sure if she should tell her friend of certain facts about her life. She decided to do it, Asuna deserved to know it at least.

"The only reason he hasn't killed me yet is because I'm being protected by Eishun-sama and Kanako-sama's endless kindness." Her voice sounded hoarse and thick, full of deep devotion to the already mentioned. Asuna understood then, that this was no joking matter. She was also feeling a little doubtful, but not because she didn't believe Setsuna. Konoemon had been an important part in her life, one that saved her from living in the street and doing the unspeakable; the unthinkable. She just couldn't grasp the fact that one single old, cheeky man wanted or wished to kill her best friend. Setsuna seemed to perceive this and smiled.

"Don't mind me. I just wanted you to know that not everything is so simple." She stood up. "Coffee?" Asuna nodded. It would be good to have something to drink and help her process her thoughts. She stood as well, and followed the samurai to the kitchen.

As the water boiled, Setsuna spoke again.

"Asuna, I don't want you to think differently because of Konoemon and his ideas." the kettle started wheezing. "He's been raised by people who had... other ideas, lets say. He is who he is because of that. Many years now he has believed that all demons are evil, that they commit despicable acts every day of their long lives and only exist to bring pain and deception upon others. I am only thankful he didn't kill me when he had the chance." Although he had tried and was stopped by his daughter, but she wouldn't tell that part to Asuna. A bit of editing always came in handy.

"You tell me all that, and actually expect me to not change my opinion on him?" Setsuna nodded her head as she took the teapot carefully and served the water on two brown cups at their right, near the sink.

"Yes." the black-haired girl placed coffee pods on each cup. "Because you know him as the man who saved you. The man who gave you shelter." she took two spoons from the sink and washed them lazily. "He is a good man, Asuna." she placed the spoons on each cup and handed one to Asuna, who immediately took it between her hands.

"Alright, I will try to not let this make me think too differently of him." she blew over the cup lightly. "But, if he ever gives me reason to hate him, I will." Setsuna closed her eyes and smiled softly before taking a sip from her hot coffee.

"I have no arguments against that. Sugar?" in that moment, Asuna blanched when the unsweetened flavor made contact with the tip of her tongue.

"Fuck yes."


"I can't do this!" Setsuna shook Asuna's shoulders like a madwoman. And she actually had the look to pass as one. Her usually small eyes were twice as big and had reddish tints on the sides, a clear sign of lack of sleep, or heavy drinking in this case. Her hair was messy, but not enough to make her look like a complete nutcase.

There was also the breath. Asuna had to take one step back to avoid fainting.

"For Christ's sake, Setsuna! Here!" she threw her a mint tic-tac and waited until the samurai ate it. "Now, get the fuck out of here and tell the damn girl you love her!" Setsuna sat on the toilet and shook her head stubbornly.

"Nu-huh. I'm not going!" Asuna's right eye twitched.

"Yes, you are!" Setsuna crossed her arms under her chest and frowned.

"No, and there's nothing you can do about it!" she stated firmly, holding her ground like a true samurai.

Asuna's eyes narrowed and glared at her friend.

"Fine, stay here!" she stormed out of their bathroom and cursed her way out while Setsuna was left alone like a fool on top of a toilet, contemplating what was the best way of getting out of there and keeping her pride intact.

Of course, there was none.

She and Asuna had gone the night before to a nearby bar, just a few blocks from campus, and celebrated just because. It was actually Asuna's way of cheering Setsuna up, and it worked pretty well. They got out of the bar as fast as they had got in; the only difference was their wasted state.

Setsuna would remember that day as one of the best in her life.

So would Asuna.

That was the same night Setsuna, for obviously drink-driven reasons, decided to confess to Konoka the following day, and had Asuna, as well as other twenty and so people in the bar, as witness of the slurred bellows of her undying love for her ojou-sama. Needless to say, that was one night to remember.

And so was the morning after, when she woke up to the hang-over of her life and Asuna's hand grasping her left buttcheek. Hang-over forgotten, she pushed her friend out of her bed, which ended up being the table. Apparently, her bed had decided to be a bitch the night before and not let them sleep on it. So did the other two beds... and the couch.

Asuna woke up to the sound of laughter, her own hang-over and a bothersome pain in her left hip. She mumbled some incoherent words and opened one eye to peek at the source of her headache. Her eyes widened when she took in the state of the room and the person who was laughing at them.

Konoka.

Setsuna took that as her cue to sneak to the bathroom and drown in her own pathetic misery. She even considered never getting out of there and locking the door so no one would come in. But there were some holes in her plan, of course, so she decided against it. That was when Asuna came bursting in and told her to confess, since she had given her word the night before and Konoka was smiling almost too sweetly at her, possibly -most likely- because of the hand grasping Setsuna's butt earlier. And she added that a samurai never backs down on their word. Unfortunately for Setsuna, that was also true. But she may as well wait a little more.

"Set-chan?" the bathroom's door creaked and Setsuna buried her head in her hands, cursing whatever entity was making fun of her at the moment.

After a minute of awkward silence she acknowledged her ojou-sama with a grunt, not wanting to risk the babbling threatening to come out of her mouth. She heard a giggle from the other side of the room and decided to peek at her crush through her pale, slender fingers.

"Look at me now, Set-chan." Konoka spoke, amused by her bodyguard's antics.

"I am" the samurai mumbled stubbornly from behind her fingers, still only using one eye to look at the brunette. Konoka put her hands on her hips and tilted them slightly to her left.

"Setsuna!" the samurai basically jumped from the toilet and straightened up, eyes alert and hands at her side. Konoka giggle again.

"At ease, soldier." she teased. Setsuna pouted childishly, something she seemed to do often now. Konoka was amazed at the changes her friend had suffered through the last two or three years. Of course, she still carried that mysterious and dangerous aura around, but she was also more confident and friendly, and less self-destructive as she had been in the years before they reconnected.

"Now, pray tell me how did you two end up sleeping on the table, cuddling like an elderly couple?" Setsuna blushed in all her glory.

"Well... Asuna invited me last night to Rocko's." Konoka laughed. Setsuna was last person she could imagine inside a bar full of drunk people, most of them being rough bikers and old, retired hookers, screaming for another shot of vodka. The sole picture inside her head made her double over in laughter.

Setsuna rolled her eyes and kept going. "Anyway, we had a couple of shots and... got a little carried way with them." Konoka snickered. "That's about all I remember." Liar. She remembered perfectly well when she happily agreed to confess that day to Konoka. Something she was dreading to do.

"Really? Asuna told me you had something to tell me." Setsuna's left eye started twitching.

"That little rat!" she decidedly started marching towards the living room on the other side of the door, but found she couldn't, seeing as the brunette wouldn't step aside from her way.

"You're not getting away that easily, Set-chan." the brunette chuckled and motioned her to sit down on the toilet again, which she did without complaint. "Now, please tell me why I have been summoned to the bathroom to talk with you?"

"Errm..." How do you tell someone you love them? How do you manage to speak up such simple words without feeling like you're about to faint; like your heart is racing and it won't stop no matter what you want? What is really a good time to confess? What is good? What is bad? Of course, there would never be a good without a bad, because is a dependant label; one that cannot live without the other and vice versa. How can you not fear the rejection when our sole purpose in life is to exist and the only thing that makes you feel like your real is one single person? That is why those who have never found love die in their own misery, no matter how rich they are; no matter how much they'd like to pretend it.

"Konoka..." she stood up. She was going to confess, but she was not going to do it on top of a toilet. She walked to her best friend and took her hands in hers. She stared into her chocolate eyes with intensity, trying to see through her soul, looking for any sign of fear. Once she was sure there wasn't any she took a deep breath and let go of her hands, letting her own roughed up ones travel over her arms and finally rest on her baby-shaped face. She could feel the brunette's heat through her palms, and her quickening pulse, though distant, was obviously there, calling to her from somewhere deep inside Konoka.

Their faces got closer, the samurai could feel her love's hands sneaking over her back and trailing her fingers on her neck; tempting, sensuous movements evoking things long forgotten by her soul, experienced in past lives with long-gone lovers of old times. Her primal demon was yelling inside her mind, fighting against the seal that kept her inside the vessel. Setsuna would never let her ruin this moment. She would be the only one to experience this glorious moment, unique in its own way.

They were just a breath away. One significant touch would break all the barriers between them, freeing their spirits from their cages, letting them speak of feelings ignored by far too long.

Their lips connected in a fierce battle. Never of dominance, for the samurai would forever give herself, in body and mind, to her mistress to do as she pleased. Konoka moaned at the contact and ceded her love the power to guide her through this passionate dance without rhythm, to help her understand what love truly was. To caress her with those beautiful hands which had protected in so many occasions she had lost count.

Once they stopped, the only sound that could be heard was their beating hearts; the blood pumping through their hearts and resounded echoes of their feelings. They stared, and they smiled.

They laughed because they knew everything was going to be okay as long as they were together.


Well, this was good enough I believe. I don't have anything to check on my grammar, punctuation mistakes or bad language use, so I'm sorry beforehand for that.

Let me explain how this is going to be: as already stated, this will not follow a straight line. In this chapter, for instance, Konoka, Setsuna and Asuna are about 17-years-old, five years before the first chapter. I will probably keep going backwards until I get to describe the core of this all; Setsuna's past, which plays an important role in this story, as you probably read between lines. Once I finish with that, I'll get to write what can be considered as 'the true story', so bear with me here, I'm setting the background. If you have any doubts, questions or whatever, message me or just review and I'll answer in the second next chapter.

Thank you all for supporting this story. Your answers have got me quite pumped. As always, please read and review and I shall try to please you with another chapter.