Cuxie: I-I felt the need to update this...Gomen. It's really late.
Sasha: What isn't these days?
Cuxie: Oh, hush! I'm trying to think of how to properly do this...It's been so long...
Sasha: Just wing it. Isn't that whatcha do with all your chapters?
Cuxie: Eh? I, uh...Oh, forget it! Let's just get on with this!
Sasha: Rolling.
"SACCHAN!! We're homey wome, su!" Throwing open the door, Misha announced herself, coming through with Kotarou tight at her side. They stopped in the hallway, taking in the sparkly clean new space. "Wah! Awesome! It's so shiny, su!"
"It ought to be..." Dusting herself off, Sasha stood as they came into the living room. Instead of her usual iridescent dress, she was wearing a pale yellow tank top and a denim skirt underneath a crisp white apron. "I've been working myself to the bone cleansing it."
Misha giggled, twirling from one end of the room to the other. "Sacchan is amazing, su!"
"Yeah, well..." Sasha shrugged, feigning modesty. She glanced over at at Kotarou who, surprisingly, was gazing at Misha as she danced and jumped from one room to the other. In his hands he held several plastic grocery bags. "You went shopping for us? No wonder you two are later than I expected..." Truthfully, she'd been imagining them in all sorts of...improper scenarios.
Kotarou blinked at her and looked down at his hands, seeming to realize that he was still holding the bags. "Oh, um, Misha said you guys would need this stuff for the party. I'll go put it in the kitchen." He slipped past her and out of sight.
The blonde angel blinked. "Party? What party?" She turned, trailing after Kotarou. Both hands placed on her hips, she stared him down. "What party are you talking about?"
He paused from placing the groceries on the counter and rose his eyebrows in surprise. Then he sighed. "Misha," he called. "You didn't tell her did you?" From the adjacent room, Misha popped her head around the corner, a confused look on her face. "About the party. You didn't tell her." It was said as more of a statement than a question now. Misha bonked her own head playfully, offering an "Oopsies, su!" as her only explanation. Kotarou shook his head at her, unable to keep a smile off his face.
Sasha stamped her foot impatiently, growing increasingly irritated with the lovey-dovey atmosphere. "Just what are you two talking about?"
"We're throwing Sacchan a big party, su! Welcome!" Misha produced two folding fans, the words "welcome" and "celebrate" printed on them in big bold kanji, and started waving them excitedly. "Yay, su! It'll be so funny-wun, su!"
Sasha pinched the bridge of her nose. "Misha, would it kill you to be a little more mature and stop talking like that?"
"Nya?" Misha cocked her head. "'Kay, su."
"Um," Kotarou cleared his throat, catching their attention. His eyes were focused on Sasha. "If it's alright with you, we already invited everyone."
Slightly suspicious, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Who is 'everyone'?"
"Only Koboshi-chan, Ten-chan, Dai-chan, Kaoru-chan might show up if her brother does..." He thought for a minute. "I'm pretty sure you met them that day you showed up at the school..." Or at least you saw them. They definitely didn't see you, he thought, sweatdropping.
Sasha's bright blue eyes widened considerably. Her her mind, she envisioned a cute, well-built blonde boy with gorgeous green eyes running past her. She grabbed onto Kotarou's shirt sleeve and shook him wildly. "You mean the blonde hottie I saw that day?! He's coming here?!"
He gaped at her. "Uh, i-if you mean Ten-chan then yeah, I guess. And Koboshi-chan too--"
"Viva!" Her eyes sparkled excitedly. She clasped both hands to her cheeks. "What are we doing standing around? We've gotta get ready!" Grabbing Misha's hand, she dragged her back out of the room. "Start making the onigiri while we get ready," she called over her shoulder to Kotarou who, judging by the look on his face, wasn't the least bit surprised by her orders.
Misha frowned, resisting her sister's pull on her arm. "I wanna help Kotarou-kun, su!"
"Not a chance," Sasha said, shaking her head. "I've seen you in the kitchen. No way are you cooking anything. Now help me get ready!"
The passing hour moved by in a frenzy. Somehow, Kotarou ended up preparing a majority of the food without any help. Occasionally, Sasha would step in, adding a bit of her special "flavor" to each dish. But otherwise he was left alone in the kitchen.
The pair of angels remained in the back room. Much to Misha's surprise, he sister had managed to not only clear out the room but organize their clothes and possessions as well. Everything was folded neatly and hung up in the closet where it belonged. She wasn't quite as tidy as Shia had been, but Sasha was clearly good at keeping things in order around the house. They rooted through several dresses until Sasha decided that dressing up was trying to hard. So they finally settled on nearly identical white miniskirts. Misha wore a simple pink tank top while Sasha opted for a baby blue tee-shirt with a lace hem.
"We look hot," she offered, assessing both of their outfits.
"Tee hee," Misha giggled, turning from side to side. "Can I go show Kotarou-kun, su?"
Sasha sighed. "Go ahead." She was bound to anyway... Following her into the kitchen, Sasha slipped her starch-white apron on to pull a tray of cookies out of the oven; the only thing she'd actually prepared herself. They were baked a perfect golden yellow colored and filled the room with a sweet aroma. "Perfect. Misha, go get the sprinkled sugar." Her command was met with silence. "Misha?"
Turning around, she saw her sister was completely absorbed with what could only be called her boyfriend at this point. Her arms were wound tight around his neck and her cheek pressed against his. "Do you like my outfit, su?" His face heated up visibly.
"You always look great, Misha..."
"Kotarou-kun~!"
"Oi!" Grabbing a wooded spoon off the counter, Sasha swatted them both on the head. "This isn't the time to be getting all mushy!" As if to emphasize her point, the doorbell rang. "He's here!" Throwing down her apron, she pushed Misha out of the room. "Go get the sugar for the cookies! You come with me, Peanut," she said, grabbing Kotarou by the collar.
Smoothing her hair down, she opened the door wide, smiling brightly. "Welcome!"
"Yo!" Grinning enthusiastically, Ten-chan stood in the doorway. Sasha immediately stepped back to let him in, trying to reign in her urge to grab onto him. He looks even yummier than I remember! Caught up in her thoughts, she nearly shut the door on Koboshi who stood directly behind him, looking uncharacteristically shy.
"You must be the famous Sacchan we've been hearing about," Ten-chan said. He winked at her. "Misha-san never told us she had such a beautiful sister."
Sasha's eyes lit up and she smiled graciously, her cheeks an adorable pink. This day is definitely getting better already!
Cuxie: Yeah, I know. Not alot happened. But the next chapter will be much more eventful. I just didn't wanna make this one too long.
Kotarou: Is that thing we talked about gonna happen?
Cuxie: Most definitely!^-^
Ten-chan: What? What thing?
Kotarou:(blushing) N-Nothing...
Ten-chan: ~_~ That is not the face of 'nothing'.
Cuxie: Heheh. Ish a secwet! R&R pwease!