A/N: Still writing for the Flt Green Room…
The Inoue Girls…and Boy
2. Metaphor
'You said I'd be lucky in love this month,' Miyako grumbled into the couch pillow as Momoe fished around for her magazines. 'You didn't say it would be bad luck.'
'Oh?' the elder Inoue said sympathetically. 'What happened?'
Miyako lifted her head. 'Only the guy I had a gigantic crush on turned out to be the biggest jerk in two worlds.'
Momoe stiffled a laugh. 'You sure you're not over-exxagerating?'
Miyako would very much have liked to tell her sister why she was so sure, but the Digital World was not really a family topic. 'I'm sure,' was all she said. 'He may be handsome on the outside, but that's all he is.'
'And smart.'
'Not helping, Nee-san.'
'No, I suppose not.' Momoe straightened, having found the magazine she was looking for. 'But that's not necessarily the end of it; boys act like jerks because they're scared, you now.'
Miyako scoffed and dropped her head. 'What does Japan's little genius have to be scared of?'
'You never know,' Momoe said wisely, before flicking through to the back pages of her magazine. 'I wonder what your horoscope says for this month.'
'I don't want to know,' Miyako groaned, burying her head in the pillow.
'You sure?' Momoe's teased. 'It says a shower of sweets is going to land on your head?'
'Really?' Miyako sat up.
'Of course not silly.' And Momoe ruffled her sister's hair. 'It says that times are hard ahead, but keep on looking up and you've get something gold at the end of it.'
'That sounds like the pot of gold under a rainbow,' Miyako said – after throwing the couch pillow at the elder Inoue.
'Well, pots of gold do exist, Imoutu-chan.'
Miyako wished she had another pillow to throw.