Chapter 4: Sister-ship
Narrator's POV
"So, yeah, that's what I did..." Ema finished telling Misaki her stupendous act of 'bravery', and the petite girl grinned, all the while listening to the scene, and then clapped her hands, saying, "Atta girl! You're better than what I thought!"
"Okay, that was embarrassing." Ema muttered, tucking a lock of her brunette hair behind her ear.
"Oh, c'mon! You're going well."
"But how long should this even continue? I mean, I can't grow sixty and still be smooching up!" She shrieked, panicking due to her own chaos of thoughts.
"Relax, girl, I'm here to help!" Misaki folded her hands over her chest, and lifted her head up in imaginary pride, and the brunette chuckled.
"There's the smile!" Misaki grinned like an elder sister at seeing Ema laugh. The brunette reflected upon her actions, thinking of the time they had first met. Well, she had always been protective of her naïve self.
*Flashback*
Ema roamed around in the hallways of her new hostel. Keeping track of the room numbers in the girls' dormitory, she reached her room, and upon opening, saw a short girl with raven black hair, her back facing her.
She was wearing headphones, and singing out aloud to a song, "I'm too hot, hot damn! Called the police and a fireman!"
"Excuse me?"
The girl turned around, and lowered her headphones to her neck, and asked, "You're Ema, right?"
"Yes, but-"
"See, I judged from your face only. You're totally like your name – poised and soft-spoken!" She clapped her hands in excitement, grinning at the new-comer.
"Oh, uh, lucky me, then." Ema shyly responded, not quite used to such sparkle.
"Oh, I already like you!" The girl said, and stepped forward, "This is the queen of humor, Misaki. Nice to meet ya." She stuck out her hand to shake, and Ema gladly accepted it, a smile breaking on her face. She liked her boisterous personality.
"Let's go have a tour of the hostel, then." Misaki suggested, and they readily went out in the hallways. Looking at the interior of the halls, it seemed quite lavish. The doors made of oak, the hallways decorated with flowers, and Ema wondered if they flowers were real or artificial. Right then, a brown-haired, tall guy approached them.
"Hey, sweetheart, you're new here?" He asked Ema, and she sheepishly nodded, not at all seeking anyone's attention.
"What's your name?" He asked, showing his pearl whites.
"Why do you care?" Misaki intervened, knowing the flirty-guy well.
"Didn't ask you, girl, I asked your friend. Oh, and you, coffee tonight?" He resumed to his act, while Ema stuttered in embarrassment, "Uh, I don't think-"
"Ooh, didn't know dogs like to drink coffee these days. Kudos, twenty-first century!" The petite girl remarked, smirking at the now-annoyed guy.
"What the fuck? Do you want a piece of me?!" The second he finished his threat, a heavy punch was delivered to his face by Misaki, and Ema gasped in horror. The guy fell down on the ground, and awkwardly scrambled to his feet.
"I'll see you!" He furiously threatened, and scurried off.
"Wow, thanks for that." Ema thanked her companion, who, in return, blew over her fist and said, "No problem. No one shall dare to creep out my roomie."
"You're cool!"
"I think I just found my bestie."
*Flashback end*
"Hey, to earth? Where are you lost in?" Misaki fanned her hand in front of the brunette's face, who had previously spaced out, reminiscing the time they first met.
"Ah, nowhere. What were we talking about?"
"Listen to me carefully, okay?" Misaki bent towards Ema across the table, and the brunette mirrored her actions.
"You gotta continue this. Who is the most innocent out of the bunch?"
"Um, Subaru, I guess?"
"Then Subaru it is." Misaki smirked, and Ema face-palmed. Wow, wasn't there going to be any end to the brothers' conflict?