Chapter 1
Minase Iori flipped the page of her book. There was a cup of tea by her side, tea she had made herself, and the book was neat and highly sophisticated. Of course, for someone such as Minase Iori, reading was a simple thing, so she found no trouble in figuring out all the big words.
A loud yell sounded from just outside the door to the agency's lounge room, where Iori was seated.
"IOOOORIIII-CHAAAAN~!"
Iori immediately slammed her book closed, careful to reinsert her bookmark, and tossed it onto the chair next to her. She hustled to the door just in time to crash into a very frazzled-looking Kikuchi Makoto, who had just thundered up the stairs and crashed into the former, and was now sobbing loudly into her shoulder.
Iori smiled kindly and rubbed the girl's back gently. "Now, now, calm down, dear," she soothed. "Did that cruel Hagiwara-san come after you again?"
Those of you who just read that are probably thinking, "What in the world did I just read?" Well, this is Opposite Day. Deal with it.
Makoto drew away slowly and wiped her eyes, which was smearing her mascara but at this point she didn't care. "I…I-I don't understand why she won't just leave me alone…! What did I do to her, anyways?"
"She's just a grouch," Iori cooed. "Come now, you'll ruin your makeup. Grab a tissue, OK, dear? Let me handle Hagiwara-san."
"She'll hurt you," Makoto whimpered immediately, latching onto Iori's shoulders.
Iori smiled sympathetically. "Relax. Just take a seat and calm yourself down, alright?" She leaned in and planted a light kiss on the girl's cheek, causing a blush to spread across her face.
"R…right, I-Iori-chan. Th-thank you."
As the now-shy-and-girly Makoto took a seat on the couch with a tissue as she'd been instructed, Hagiwara Yukiho burst through the door, a scowl on her face and her hand in a fist. To a group of men, she would be quite the sight in her miniskirt and tube-top, but that was what she was aiming for, anyways. This was Opposite Yukiho, after all, and Opposite Yukiho was Tokyo's resident slut-y thug.
"Tea," she demanded, addressing Makoto. "Now."
Makoto squeaked, jumped to her feet, and bowed quickly, then hustled into the kitchen. Yukiho took her place on the couch and propped her feet on the table, picking at her teeth with a perfectly manicured nail. Iori glared at her.
"Hagiwara-san," she began firmly, "would you stop scaring poor Makoto-chan? She's never done anything to you."
"She annoys me," Yukiho said simply. Even her voice sounded much gruffer.
Iori frowned. "That's no reason to go bullying her," she chastised.
"Shut up, Minase," Yukiho snapped.
Iori sighed loudly. She had been trying for years to get Yukiho to lay off. I guess it's just not going to happen, she sighed inwardly. Poor, dear Makoto-chan. The little darling will be bullied until the day she dies.
As if Iori thinking about her had drawn her out, Makoto slowly emerged from the kitchen holding a platter of tea. She passed the platter to Yukiho, hands shaking, and the brunette snatched it from her quickly. Yukiho took a sip of the tea, then nodded slightly.
"You've escaped punishment this time," she muttered harshly. "Don't let me see you mess up. Now get out of my sight, you sicken me."
Makoto squeaked, bowed gratefully, and ran off to hide behind Iori, the skirt of her white dress billowing behind her. Iori turned and patted her head gently.
The door opened again, now revealing a familiar blonde, who trudged tiredly into the agency and plopped onto the couch. Iori immediately abandoned Makoto with a cry of delight and ran to the blonde.
"Miki-chan! Oh, my beloved Miki-chan, thank goodness you're back!" she cried, grabbing the girl's hand and kissing it. "Miki-chan, how many laps around town did you do this time?"
"Six," Miki announced. "Miki's pretty tired, nano. But Miki needs to go practice now. Minase-chan, move."
Iori wilted. She slowly moved away from Miki, who stood and wandered off towards the lessons room without so much as a glance at the other two girls.
"H-hello, Miki-chan," Makoto called after her. "You look beautiful, as usual."
"Meh," Miki uttered, vanishing out of sight.
Iori huffed and placed her hands on her hips. "That Miki-chan," she muttered. "She's always exercising and practicing. She never makes time for me anymore! I thought we had a special relationship!"
"I'll have a special relationship with you, Iori-chan," Makoto offered. Her comment was immediately followed by a deep blush.
Iori smiled warmly at her. "Come now, dear. You know I'm not interested in you like that. Isn't best friends good enough?"
"N…no…"
"Well, it should be. Now, be a good girl and make me some more tea please, will you darling? I'd like to finish my book."
"Y-yes, of course, Iori-chan!"
"More for me too, Kikuchi."
"Y-yes ma'am, Hagiwara-san…!"
Iori watched as Makoto ran back into the kitchen, tripping on the way, and then she took a seat in her chair and continued to read.
I'm guessing most of you readers are wondering what the heck just happened. Well, you have just witnessed Opposite Iori—a kindhearted and gentle young lass with a passion for serving others, an immense friendship with Makoto, and a crush on the girl named Miki.
You've also met Opposite Makoto—a shy, feminine girl with a deep-seated fear of Yukiho, a love for almost every girl in the agency (or every girl in general, rather) and an uncanny ability to make tea and trip over her own feet. Basically, she has become a lesbian Yukiho-Haruka.
Opposite Yukiho, on the other hand, is a cruel, generally frightening thug who is usually seen flirting with a large group of men. She has particular hatred towards Makoto, for no reason other than the fact that she's annoyed by her, and speaks harshly to everyone. She is known to be one of the strongest idols of the group and has a temper hotter than Hades.
Lastly, there's Opposite Miki—a girl with a passion for exercise and activity who often chastises lazy persons, has a generally pessimistic outlook on life, and has a distaste for absolutely everything. She is aware of Iori's feelings for her but chooses to ignore them, opting instead to be completely boring and practically lifeless while parading the town in sports gear.
Such are the opposite personalities of these four girls. Let's meet some more, shall we?
