Word of the day: Canoodling.

Sorry for the long author notes [and the long wait xD] Skip if you wanna, but I can't help it!

Something I Forgot to Say in the Last Chapter: I want to let y'all know that this was inspired by Colorici74's Oh, My Guitar: Resound! It's a great example on how a true HisakoNaoi should be written; you guys should go read it. This one's written sloppily, not really worth anyone's time. Also, Seabound's Curiosity rocks it.

WARNING: THIS IS RATED T. THE FOLLOWING FIC MAY CONTAIN SCENES WHICH MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR VERY YOUNG AUDIENCES. PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS ADVISED. I REPEAT, PARENTAL GUIDANCE IS ADVISED. It's NOT rated M, gah it's not even close, but still…I don't wanna ruin your innocence, guys. If you're not innocent xD, well then, go ahead, read. I promise you'll laugh instead of having raging hormones in the end if that's what you're thinking. Maybe. Maybe not.

Gah, I hate being a teen sometimes.

~o~ Instant Noodles, a mini-story ~o~
Part Two: Guilty
[AyatoHisako]

~written simply because I'm currently in the process of experimenting which girl is perfect for Naoi-kun!

Yui observed those two disgusting lovebirds on the bench with her binoculars from afar. They were apparently fighting about something, but they were, actually…close to each other.

Weird.

Usually, when couples fight, they bang each other with guitars and fire continuous insults and lock each other in inverted swastika locks. But these two are very, very, very close to each other. In fact, it was a little bit too close for comfort; like they were about to kiss anytime. It doesn't even look like they were fighting—if it isn't for the loud voices that even Yui could hear from up here.

Ugh, those two are just PLAIN disgusting, Yui thought. But, as for their plan…so far, so good.

"HEY, HINA-KISENPAI," Yui threw over her shoulder, leaving her eyes from their target for a second. "YOU DONE OVER THERE?"

Hinata looked at her, then sent her a thumbs-up. He'd been rehearsing little Miyuri of what she should do as part of the plan ever since Yui had thought of it, and so far everything about the plan was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Hinata would NEVER say it aloud, but who knew Yui was such a talented schemer? It was a good thing he decided to form an alliance with her; he was apparently right about that pinkard coming fresh on ideas.

Hinata looked at their five-year-old stage prop—the cat-eyed, snow-haired little daughter of Kanade and Yuzuru. "You ready, Miyuri?"

Her hand instantly rocketed up in the air to salute. "I'm ready, Uncle Hina-chii!"

"THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" shouted Yui from her position. "GO OVER THERE, MIYURI-CHAN! OPERATION: STARTO!"

Fidgeting slightly, little Miyuri slowly, shyly approached the aggressive couple fighting on the bench. She looked back with worried eyes to Hinata and Yui, who were hidden behind the bushes, but Yui just urged her with a wave of her hand.

"Go on, Miyuri! They won't bite!"

Inspired by Yui's encouragement, Miyuri took a deep breath, let it out, and walked cautiously towards the target.

"Uncle Naoi-chun?" she started with her small voice. She wasn't usually shy—she was actually loud and often cranky, a trait she didn't inherit from neither her parents—but being shy was sort of part of this plan to work. "Auntie Hisa-chan?"

She was ignored. The two were too much into their heated argument that they weren't able to notice her approaching at all.

"How dare you—I am not. Please don't make stupid assumptions, Hisako."

"Ugh, fine, Captain Obvious, then what's even the point of fighting about this? You're the one who started it all."

Naoi's face flushed red—anger, embarrassment, he didn't know. "I'm only saying that you should stay away from other boys from now on!"

"Excuse me, mom, I'm twenty-four years old. Besides, Tadashi and I were just—"

Miyuri cleared her throat. But still, they weren't able to hear her as they shouted over each other's voices.

"—and we're completely, absolutely nothing like that!"

"Oh, so the red roses meant nothing?"

"He's just being a little affectionate, unlike you, you blathering twerp!"

Naoi stared at her. And stared. And stared.

"Unbelievable," he said, shaking his head, and repeating the word again and again under his breath. "Just unbelievable. I can't believe you're actually blushing."

Now Hisako felt more blood rushing to her face. Stupid, did he even HAVE to say it aloud?

"Ayato Naoi," she lashed, pointing a threatening finger at him, "you know me better than—"

"Now you're fighting me back. Why are you even defending him?"

"How many times do I have to tell you, you moron, that he's—just—a—friend?" Hisako spat out, exhaustedly rubbing her temples. "Can't you bloody understand?"

"Seems I can't," he seethed, teeth gritted. "Is one supposed to be making out with just a friend?"

Miyuri gulped in genuine fear. Naoi was scary when he's angry. "Auntie?"

"We were NOT making out!" Hisako bellowed defensively, grabbing Naoi on the collar to lift him up from his seat. She was reddening madly from anger and embarrassment. "It was just on the cheek. Fan service is important too. You're not that stupid, are you? Because I—"

"Uncle?"

"—at least Tadashi was being a gentleman!"

Naoi's golden eyes slashed his girlfriend, unaffected by the fact that she was threatening to hit him on the face. "So you think," he lashed out, grabbing Hisako's fist, "I'd expect you to just idly sit around while I was getting kisses on the cheek, by, oh, I don't know," he frighteningly neared his angry face to her, "all my other fans as well?"

Hisako's cheeks blushed a thousand shades redder. She didn't know why, with him touching her hand, maybe, or with him so seriously near, or—or—with her own burning anger, probably? They were a couple, yes, boyfriend and girlfriend, and she should've grown used to him touching her hand or him so dangerously close—if they were always together, which they weren't. She, as a member of the frequently-touring GirlDeMo, and he, as the always-so-busy Vice President of Japan, never really had time with each other for…this kind of physical contact. In fact, this was the first time in six months that they were ever really that close for a…well…a kiss.

"Um, ano…Auntie?"

Hisako snatched her hand from Naoi's. "It's official," she deadpanned, in hopes of trying to hide her blushing. "You're jealous."

That made him a lot more annoyed. "Excuse me, Miss Assuming," he glowered at her, crawling across the bench so he'd be closer with her, "who do you think I am to be—"

"Uhh…uncle?"

"—jealous of a blockhead whose breath faintly smells of unpleasant mothballs?"

"A-auntie…?"

"Excuse me, Captain Obnoxious," she lashed out, gray eyes blazing, "Tadashi doesn't smell like mothballs. And you have no right to be jealous, you moron—"

"Uncle?"

"—as if you weren't bloody flirting with those ugly floozies!"

There was a pause in the conversation after she said that.

"Sorry?" said the Vice President, putting an offended hand onto his chest."When in the world was I …flirting with a, well, a floozy?"

"Oh, don't act as if you don't know," Hisako huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Those ugly news reporters who keep following you, saying that they'd need an interview with the new Vice President of Japan—instead of holding out their microphones, they look like they want to shove their obnoxious chests to you, don't even get me started on their cheeky clothing, but you look like you don't want to push those ugly women away!"

She couldn't help it, but there was…a teetering edge in her voice that made Naoi understand the situation better now. Light suddenly seemed to dawn on him, a little smirk growing onto his face, anger gone as he observed his girlfriend. When Hisako opened her eyes to see, she instantly realized what she said, embarrassed.

Oops, she thought. Did I really just say that aloud?

Naoi's hand crawled over to gently touch hers, and he lowered his voice in a genuinely kind tone. He looked at her, calculating eyes carefully scrutinizing hers.

"You…you were jealous of those news reporters?" A self-satisfied smirk. "Should I be thrilled?"

"Auntie His—"

"What th—no!" the panicked guitarist bellowed, tossing his hand away from her as if it was suddenly on fire. "NO, YOU SELF-ASSUMING IDIOT!"

The vice president went from gentle to mischievous. "Am I getting this right, Hisako?" he covered a hand onto his mouth, wanting to smother the amused chuckles that wanted to escape. Oh, his girlfriend looked so cute whenever she acted defensive of the obvious. "Did you purposefully kiss Tadashi just to make me jealous, as well?"

Guilty.

"N-no." She crossed her arms over her chest, wanting to look tough, firm, resilient—serious. "I said I wasn't jealous."

But the renowned psychiatrist and hypnotist saw right through her. One look in the eyes, he instantly knew what this woman wanted from him, and he was going to give it.

What a sly woman who'd take drastic measures just to make him notice her. Tsk, tsk.

Sly, indeed.

"If, all along, you wanted me to flirt with you," he grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips, and planted a light, ghostly kiss onto her skin. He slowly opened his eyes to look at her, almost seductively. "You could've just told me."

"Uncle Na—"

"I SAID I WASN'T JEALOUS!" shouted a horrified Hisako, attempting to pull her hand away—but Naoi's grip was surprisingly firm.

He took one look at her for a minute, deciphering the mystery in front of him—Hisako had always been stubborn and secretive; she wasn't very honest in telling him how she felt about their relationship. Which was hard for Naoi, because he, too, wasn't the type to open up.

He squeezed her hand, looked at her in the eyes. "You're the most stubborn girl I've ever met."

"And you're the most irritating git I've ever met."

Naoi frowned. "You're uncute."

"And you're dotty."

Naoi raised an eyebrow. Oh?

"Grouch."

Hisako raised a head to tower over him. "Twit."

Naoi did the same, just to annoy her. "Twat."

"Stupid."

"Touchy."

"Uncle Na—"

"Idiot."

"Unladylike."

"Blockhe—"

He interrupted her by tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

"Beautiful."

Hisako gasped at the sudden touch, and, not, not, NOT liking the fluttering feeling at all, she attempted to push him off of the bench.

"You're such a pervert!"

"AUNTIE HISA-CHII, UNCLE NAOI-CHII!"

The two froze in their seats, and took one look at the little girl in front of them.

Silence.

"Who is this?" whispered Naoi, who had recovered from Hisako's painful shove. (It still hurt, though.)

"She's Miyuri, you idiot, the daughter of Tachibana and Otonashi," she hissed, then pushed his head away from hers. Embarrassed, Hisako scratched the back of her head, chuckling uncomfortably. "Yes, Miyuri?"

Miyuri's eyes brightened. Now the plan was set. "Can I join you?"

"Of course, of course, Miyuri-chan!"

"What the—" but Naoi was ribbed in the chest before he even finished.

"Quiet, you," commanded Hisako.

"What are you doing?" he hissed back, clutching his chest in pain. That was the second time in less than one minute. When Hisako hit you, Hisako hit you hard. "I'm not yet done with—"

"Shut up."

"Yay, hooray!" Clapping her hands in joy, Miyuri turned to the overly-formal lad on the right. "May Miyu sit on your lap, Uncle Naoi-chii?"

"This is outrageous," he said in protest, shaking his hands in front of him. "My unblemished reputation would be ultimately destroyed if anyone sees me, the Vice President of Japan, letting a flimsy five-year-old little girl sit on my dignified lap—"

Hisako pinched him on the arm. "If you're gonna make one of those boring presidential speeches again, I SWEAR I'm gonna fling you over the ocean and make sure you never come back to surface."

He looked at her, just equally angry. "Fine."

Naoi turned to the girl with a fakely sweet expression on his face as he halfheartedly patted his lap for her to sit on. Then she did, happily bouncing up and down—to his utter chagrin.

Naoi looked over his shoulder to hiss at Hisako. "You're going to pay for my damaged spleen."

"How I'd LOVE to see that."

"Thank you, Uncle Naoi-chii and Auntie Hisa-chii, for letting Miyu sit with you! You are so kind!"

Then the two suddenly returned to the girl, their angry expressions wiped away by fake, sweet smiles.

"Of course, Miyuri-chan!" Hisako said, patting her on the head.

"You two will be good mommy and daddy one day!" she exclaimed back.

That made Naoi and Hisako stop short.

They accidentally met eyes, then turned away, blushing.

As if, Naoi thought as he stared at the flowers in the garden.

Understatement of the century, Hisako thought as she stared at the flowers on the opposite side of the garden.

Then they returned to the girl, fake smiles all over.

"Yeah," Hisako continued, "Kanade and Otonashi must've been good parents to raise you up like this."

"No, no, no!" Miyuri shouted, shaking her head. She jumped up once from Naoi's lap, and landed with a vengeance; which made the latter cringe in dissent. Hisako smirked at the pained Naoi, who flashed her a murderous scowl in return.

"No, no! You could be good like mama and papa, too!" Miyuri was saying, looking from Hisako to Naoi, then Naoi to Hisako. "But! They does not fight! And you!" She pointed an overly exaggerated finger at the two of them accusingly. "You always fight! Why did you fighting earlier?"

Naoi opened his mouth to formally start a sentence, but Hisako beat him to it.

"Because your dear, dear uncle here," Hisako said in a voice for baby talk, "is very jealous. Which is bad, you know. Don't imitate him."

The green-haired boy looked at her scornfully. Oh, really, I was the jealous one here?

Hisako stared back at him with vehement eyes in reply. Yeah, got a problem with that?

Naoi shook his head and breathed out a sigh in surrender. "Miyuri-chan, don't believe your aunt. Always believe me."

"But I only believes in magics and fairies and unicorns!" Miyuri said, her high-pitched voice almost matching Yui's. She looked up at Naoi. "I will believe you, but only if you are a unicorn, ne, Uncle Na-chii?"

He was about to protest. Really, he was. But, again, Hisako beat him to it.

"Yep," she cheerily agreed, slapping a hand onto the back of Naoi's head to make his ridiculous train conductor's hat stumble from his head. "He's one funky unicorn all right."

Naoi fumbled to reach for his hat before it fell down, and put it back onto his head, glowering at Hisako.

"Oh, oh!" Miyuri suddenly exclaimed, her hand shooting up in the air as if to recite in class. "Did you see Auntie Yurippe? Her tummy is getting very, very big!" She made very interpretable hand gestures in the air. "Mommy says there might be surprise inside her tummy—Papa says it might be baby unicorn, but he says he isn't sure! What do you think? What do you think?"

Naoi almost sprayed out the iced tea he was just starting to drink. He couldn't believe that Otonashi would ever say that pregnant women contained baby unicorns inside of them. Yuzuru wasn't really the type who lied to little children…

"Otonashi—Otonashi said that?" he choked out.

Hisako shot a glare at him, willing him to shut up. Naoi wasn't really an expert on how to keep little children innocent of these kinds of…facts.

Then Hisako turned to Miyuri, her voice turning suitable for baby talk once again. "Well! We really can't be sure until we see what's inside Auntie Yuri's tummy, Miyuri-chan!"

Miyuri gasped in genuine shock. Then she clapped her hands, eyes shining in wonder. "We will see what's inside her tummy?"

Naoi casually examined the label of his iced tea bottle. "Once the thing explodes, of course."

"Explodes?!"

Hisako desperately tried to calm the little girl down. "Don't you worry, Miyu-chan, Yuri isn't going to explode!"

The guitarist looked at Naoi and hissed at him angrily, for the umpteenth time.

Oi, you there, stop scaring the little girl.

What did I do again?

"Then do you mean, Auntie Hisa-chan, that even if Auntie Yurippe's tummy looks like a balloon, she is not going to pop and explode and boom?"

Hisako shook her head.

"Phew!" the little girl wiped relieved sweat from her brow. Boy, she seriously believed Naoi. "Miyu was so worried! The poor baby unicorn would be hurt if Auntie Yuri's tummy explodes, because all explosions make people in movies hurt!"

Naoi looked bored. "Uh-huh."

"But! Miyu wonders how the baby unicorn got there! It's a mystery! Do you know how the baby unicorn got in Auntie Yurippe's tummy?"

Uncle Naoi and Auntie Hisako silently pretended they didn't hear the question of the innocent little girl.

Miyuri looked at Naoi, crawled up on his lap, then shook him in the shoulders. "Do you know how the baby unicorn got in Auntie Yurippe's tummy? Do you? Do you?"

"Stop shaking me, you little—" How in the world am I supposed to answer? Naoi thought. "I don't know!"

"What? How?" Now Miyu looked confused, ever more intrigued. "Miyu demands detailed answers!"

"D-detailed…?" Naoi whimpered.

"Yes, detailed!" the girl yelled. "How did the baby enter Auntie Yurippe's tummy? How was the baby made? Auntie Hisako, why are you not listening to me?"

For once, the usually confident guitarist choked on her words. "A-Ask your uncle. He's a boy. He knows how."

In the background, Yui and Hinata were smirking as they watched the events of the show unfurl. Miyuri was not only exactly complying with the script she had rehearsed with Hinata, but she was a great actor as well!

"Uncle Na-chii?" she prodded, looking up at him.

"W-Well," Naoi started, eyes darting back and forth, anything to avoid the overly curious big puppy-dog eyes of the little girl. He was tugging at the collar of his suit uncomfortably. "This…this is absurd…"

"Miyu's only asking you how the baby entered Auntie Yuri's tummy!" Then she pointed an accusing finger at the brown-haired girl on the left. "Why are you laughing at me, Auntie Hisako!"

Hisako desperately tried to contain herself. Why WAS she laughing?

"I'm not laughing, just, er, something caught in my throat, cough, cough."

Which was obviously a weak cover.

"No one in the house wants to answer my question!" shouted Miyuri. "They all th-th-think it's f-f-f-funny, and now, YOU are laughing at me too!" Then the little girl started to throw a tantrum, crying like crazy.

Hisako reached over and patted the girl's head to try to calm her down. "No, no, Miyu, it's not like that—don't cry, shh, it'll be alright…"

Ayato, you idiot. Help me out here!

Naoi awkwardly raised a hand and weakly imitated what Hisako was doing, stiffly patting the crying child's head.

"Er, little girl, um…please stop your irrational, pointless blubbing."

Miyuri only cried harder.

Hisako glared at him. You useless idiot.

He adjusted the hat onto his head as he looked away. Naoi cleared his throat, searching his head for something to say. What do children like? How do they stop crying? And how do you get them off of your shoulders? Argh, the sound of crying was burning his ears, how in Japan's sake was he supposed to make this child stop crying? He can't believe it. He's the mighty Vice President, and yet he couldn't even control a child? How DO you make them stop?

Is there an off switch or something?

"Ummmm…" he awkwardly tried to smile at the little girl, trying so hard to imitate how Hisako did it earlier. He then turned on his voice for baby-talk mode.

"Try again, you moron!" whispered Hisako.

"Do you—ah, er…well—do you want a lollipop?"

Hisako smacked her forehead with a palm.

"DON'T TRY TO CHANGE THE TOPIC, UNCLE NA-CHII!" Miyuri was back up again, shaking Naoi's shoulders. "I'M GONNA ASK YOU AGAIN! HOW WAS THE BABY MADE?"

"Um…" Naoi looked up at the sky, as if pleading the heavens to take him up and never come down upon this uncomfortable situation ever again. "Uh, w-well…this is the story," he spluttered. "Your Uncle Noda loved Auntie Yuri so much, and because of that, the, er, baby unicorn inside your aunt's tummy magically," he flashed an evil glare at Hisako, then a kind smile at Miyuri— "appeared."

Miyuri gasped. "It magically appeared? It magically appeared, just because Uncle Noda loved Auntie Yuri so much?"

"Yes, Miyuri, that's what happ—"

"But that must not be it!" bellowed Miyuri, who had her hands pressed onto Naoi's knees. She tiptoed so she can directly look at his eyes. "Miyu's mommy loves Miyu too much, but Miyu's tummy does not get big! There has to be something else going on!"

"Well," Hisako said all too enthusiastically, who wanted to prolong this...interesting conversation to see how it ends. "Your Uncle Ayato is an expert on how that something happens in detail."

Naoi's look was murderous now.

Whose side are you on, Hisako?

What? I'm just having a little fun seeing you flustered.

"Maybe…" Naoi desperately tried to dig in his mind for a reasoning around this. "Maybe Tachibana-san just doesn't love you enough...?"

Miyuri was instantly broken. "M-mommy doesn't love Miyu?"

"No, no!" Naoi didn't want to make this girl cry, or else, it would become even more annoying… "Uh…um…your, uh, Uncle Noda is a secret unicorn, and, well…he, uh, has some…magical powers with him, maybe a wand or something, to make the unicorn magically…appear inside Auntie Yuri's belly. Yes, he has the powers, but your mother Tachibana-san doesn't."

"Uncle Noda has a magic wand to make the baby unicorn appear inside her tummy?"

"Y-Yes…?" Naoi agreed in an undecided mutter, his voice an uncomfortable squeak.

But thankfully Miyuri bought it. "Oh, yes! That must be it! Uncle is so intelligent, Miyu never thought of that! But, if Auntie Yurippe's tummy will not explode, how will the baby get out? Will the doctors cut her tummy?" Then she shook Naoi's shoulders again. "Uncle Na-chii, stop ignoring me! How will the baby get out? Where? Will it hurt?"

He formally cleared his throat. "Ahem, I would know nothing about that. Perhaps your Aunt Hisako knows exactly where the baby—the…baby unicorn comes out."

He looked at Hisako knowingly, enjoying the sight of her flaming cheeks. Oh, it was revenge.

"Miyuri-chan, it's the same way with your Uncle's story. The baby, which would soon be your cousin Akira, would just magically," Hisako flashed an equally murderous glare at Naoi— "appear."

"A new cousin! Miyu will have a new cousin! Yay!" she clapped her hands, jumping up and down. Then she beamed, as if an idea entered her mind. "Ooh, I know, I know! I have an idea!" She stared up at Naoi with a big, big smile.

"Uncle Ayato, I have a favor. Would you make my tummy big, too, just like Auntie Yuri's?"

Eh?

"R-Ridiculous!" Naoi was flushing red. "I don't have magic like your Uncle Noda, maybe you should ask him—"

"But you just said you are a unicorn! Unicorns are magical, aren't they? And Uncle Hinata says that you have magic! I see that your eyes change colors whenever you hypnotize him!"

Curse that baseball-obsessed pinhead.

"That's not magi—"

"No, no, no! That is magic, that is magic! Please use that magic to me, too! Miyu wants her tummy to get big so Miyu have a baby unicorn inside, and she will be my new sister!"

Hisako put a hand onto Miyuri's shoulder. "Miyuri-chan, you're too young."

"Aww!" she slumped, defeated. But then, as if a light bulb had been turned on inside her head, she screamed, "How about Auntie Hisako, then?"

Both Naoi and Hisako stopped and looked shocked.

"What?"

"Come again?"

Miyuri raised her head up in the air, as if she was proud of coming up with such a brilliant idea. "How about you make Auntie Hisako's tummy big like Auntie Yuri's?" she continued to prod. "Make her a baby unicorn, please, Uncle Ayato! You said you have the magic, right? So make the baby inside Auntie Hisako's tummy magically appear!"

How in the world did this conversation end up here?!

"Y-you're crazy—"

"Th-that's impossible—"

"You're stuttering!" darted an impatient Miyuri. "When people stutter, they say lies! What are you hiding from Miyu? Miyu wants you to make a baby unicorn appear, RIGHT NOW! Where is your magic wand, Uncle Naoi! REVEAL IT!"

"Uh, sure, maybe later…do you want some ice cream, instead?"

"Y-Yeah!" said an uncomfortable Hisako, who regretted letting this discussion prolong into this. "Yuri has lots of strawberry ice crea—"

"NO! Miyu wants you two to make a baby unicorn! Miyu wanna see how you do it! Miyu wanna see how it happens!"

This was unpleasant.

"Miyuri-chan," Naoi said, sternly, "That's not something you should be asking—"

"Why? Why can't you do it? What are you hiding from Miyu?" she demanded with an angry pout, hands on hips. "The only thing you need to do is to love Auntie Hisako, and your magic will work, right, Uncle Naoi?"

"R-Right…?"

"Then tell you love each other! Papa says 'I love you' all the time to me!"

"Yes, but—"

"STILL! YOU SHOULD MAKE A BABY! A BABY UNICORN!"

"A-ahem, uh…come on, let's get some ice crea—"

"YOU'RE TRYING TO CHANGE THE TOPIC!"

"But—"

"NO BUTS OR I WILL CRY!"

Naoi faced Hisako with a strained expression on his face. "The girl's persistent," he whispered. "We should do it."

Hisako blushed, making it a wonder how all the tons of reds in the world could only fit in one face. She threw her fist in the air, and this time, she wanted to make sure it fit right under her idiotic boyfriend's chin.

"You are such a perv—"

He skillfully caught her fist before it hit him, his face also reddening madly like a fire truck.

What a royal pain.

"What I meant was saying 'I love you'!" he lambasted in a whisper-yell, just as embarrassed. "Just—just—well, just saying, not—not doing. This girl's not going to leave us in peace if we don't do it—I mean, if—if we—uh, if we don't say it." The mighty Vice President Ayato Naoi was clearly out of words. "I mean, did you really think I'd ever want to—to—to do it with—with you? Do I look like someone who'd fool around before an absolute promise of commitment?"

Hisako looked at her boyfriend, long and hard.

"Yes."

"You have the perfect sense of humor, Hisako, but now's not the time for your silly jokes."

Eh? Hisako wasn't joking.

"Well?" yelled Miyuri from the background, waiting to see it happen.

Hisako released an annoyed sigh.

"Fine," she told Naoi. "We'll just do this once."

"Agreed."

Hisako breathed in a huge gulp of air, gathering as much confidence as she had on all those hundreds of other concerts she did in GDM's world tours. You can do it, Hisako, you can do it. Don't be such a coward. You're just going to do this once. Just once, never again. She opened her eyes to stare at Naoi's ever golden ones, and willed her mouth to speak.

"I—I love you, Ayato-kun."

There. It's out.

Naoi's embarrassment faded away, and, suddenly, all the noise in the world was drowned out by comforting silence, his vision only narrowing to Hisako, the love of his life. He couldn't help but smirk once he heard those words, despite how much he loathed this discussion with Otonashi and Tachibana's daughter. He couldn't help it. He pulled her to him by the hand, so her head was resting on his lap, those shocked gray eyes of hers staring right up at him. Oh, it had been six months since he last heard it from her. Six long months he had waited to hear them again, but now that they were out, he couldn't control himself from doing this.

"I love you too, Hisako-chan."

And he kissed her, long and passionate, right in front of the child.

Hisako was shocked at first. But then she threw her arms over his neck, closed her eyes, and kissed him back.

They'd never done this much action in their relationship in the last six months.

It was strangely…refreshing.

They…they were just about to…

…to—

"CUT! CUT! CUUUUT!" shouted a high-pitched voice, and from out of the bushes crawled Yui and Hinata, laughing their heads out and slapping each other on the back for the utter success of their scheme. "YOU JUST GOTTA BE KIDDING—CANOODLING FOR SIXTY SECONDS STRAIGHT WITHOUT EVEN BREATHING? I MEAN, GET A ROOM IF YOU WANNA CONTINUE, LOVEBIRDS, BUT THAT'S ENOUGH ACTION FOR THE CAMERA!"

Hisako was the first to register their words. Her eyes snapped open wide, and, shocked, she pushed Naoi's head away from her as she abruptly got up from her lying position.

"What? Camera?!"

But Hinata and Yui were already stomping away, happily singing to the world that they FINALLY got their respective revenges.

Operation: accomplished.

Congrats for ending up to here. Seriously, you're the awesomest person ever. Don't forget that.

Also, I am fully aware that Hisako and Naoi were OOC. But who cares? I had fun writing this!

Note: Anybody here a fan of NaYuri? Any requests? Yeah, I know none…I'm not expecting anyone… but watch out for my next fic if you like! I'm gonna go for another drama/angst after trying out this comedy, Jun Maeda style. xD

(Madly in love with Naoi) I'm NOT in love with anyone,
Rival Argentica(xNaoi Ayato)

[Epilogue]

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…

…Miyuri was just left confused.

"Uncle Hina-chii! Auntie Yui-chii!" she said, running to keep up with them. "What does canoodling mean? Does it mean slurping instant noodles? ANSWER ME!"