I was very relieved once I discovered I had jumped universes again. No more Alien Bio-Weapons wielding Reality Marbles against similarly armed abominations from outer space, no more tsundere and yandere girls fighting for my attention, and no half clones of my mother with a traumatized past and unhealthy appreciation for close contact.

I'm FREE!

…Well, almost.

"Come on Onii-chan, get out of the shower! I have to wash my hair before school!" A soft voice so unlike Yukari said from outside the bathroom.

Mikan, my mind supplied helpfully. Yukari is still my sister, but Mikan (my new guardian angel!) manages to keep her mostly under control.

"Leaving in a sec." I answered loudly enough for her to hear me from outside, and tried to make my hair look… less of a mess.

Seriously, I could be a Shounen protagonist of one of those Monkey-Alien mangas with the spikes I have grown up in my head. Not that my hair was ever tame (I do remember Rin complaining a lot about it at least), but this persona of mine takes the cake.

Capillary problems aside, I'm also back to highschool, after a universe where I managed to get a master's degree in both civil and mechanic engineering, and also in almost supernatural subjects of Metaphysical Biology.

Normal school is bound to be boring.

I leave the bathroom after dressing myself, and my short sister takes my place, leaving me alone with Yukari, who was thankfully entertained by reading a bunch of stapled papers, that my mind recognized as my father's manuscripts.

Yes, Minaka Hiroto drawing manga. At least his lunatic ideas make much more success (and way less property damage) when they stay on paper.

Still, the tales of a boy who got a harem of lustful aliens who fight in a tournament sponsored by a big evil corporation commanded by a madman… I'd laugh at the absurdity of it, if I hadn't been in such a plot myself.

"Ohi-fhan, fanha fafe a fooh?" Yukari, toast in mouth, offered the offending piece of paper depicting a half-naked Tsukimi (a blonde water user, maybe by coincidence) being scolded by Miwa, the owner and administrator of their living place (forget coincidences, this feels so-o weird…), by indecent exposure of her big, well detailed assets.

I blinked at the paper.

Yukari looked at the page and at me, swallowing the piece of buttered bread in a single bite. "What's wrong, Mina-oniichan?"

"Nothing." I promptly started eating my own toast, ignoring the explicit piece of literature so like my own memories of the distant past.

"Mmm, I see…" Yukari scratched her chin smirking thoughtfully. "Fantasizing about Tsukimi-chan's breasts… Ain't my brother a naughty boy?" Then she threw her hand on her head and mock cried. "Then, when we are alone, my onii-sama, incapable of containing his lustful instincts, will pin my delicate body to my bed and ravage me until I am unable to walk st-"

"Stop saying nonsense…" Mikan delivered deadpan, interrupting her tirade, using the very same piece of decency offending paper to deliver the strike. "…and eat before you're late to school."

Her tone was so Takami-like at times that it was scary…

We ate, Yukari made me choke with another completely inappropriate joke, and we left to school, Mikan taking her own way a block later.

Then we met another girl.

Haruna Sairenji, my mind supplied, and I felt something stir inside of my chest. I wouldn't know why, if you ask me. I could be some sort of soul resonance feedback from local self, it could be love at the first sight, it could be some sort of cardiac condition, or even another completely unexplained coincidence…

But my heart skipped a beat when I looked at her face.

And again when she smiled at me, saying a no more than a polite good morning.

"You got it bad onii-chan…" My middle sister hanged her arm at my shoulder and whispered into my ear in a sing-song tone.

"School was really boring. And I couldn't stop thinking about Haruna. I wanted to, really. I feel dirty think of yet another girl, and especially one I just met today."

"I hope this issue settles in time, because otherwise I'm going crazy!"

"It didn't help that my mind seemed to be working against me, taking seemingly innocent phrasings in a perverted way, or that one time the girl bended forward as some sort of provocative posing to loop in my mind's eye…"

"If this is how I was supposed to be by growing with my family, I think I'm grateful for the Fuyuki fire for the first time in my life!"

"I mean… This is just wrong!"

I looked at the companion and confidant I was talking to, a sword I projected just to this end.

Well, sentient steel and all. It must count for something, right? Besides, I'm sure as hell not saying this kind of stuff to any of my sisters, no sir!

And it helps, somewhat, to say these things out loud.

Not so loud though, especially not with only the layer wood of the roof between my sisters and me.

"Oniichan! Bath is free!" Yukari's voice called me from my room's door.

"I'm going!"

Jumping down on the small balcony of my room, I left to the bath, glancing back for a moment to the night sky out of my window.

I saw a shooting star cross the endless blue for a brief instant.

"If I was to wish, I'd wish something to take those thoughts out of my head." I snorted.

KALEIDOSCOPE - PART TWO - LOVELY, TROUBLED NIGHTS

PROLOGUE - THE SHOOTING STAR

I got my wish, alright. It didn't even take long, I had finished washing myself and was soaking on the tub, when a flash of light made a girl appear on top of me, naked as a jaybird.

I blinked, then looked her up and down. Nope, still naked.

I touched her. On the shoulder!

Not a hallucination either.

"Oni-chan, I'm putting your clothes on the wash-" Yukari's head popped on the door, and her eyes grew to the size of marbles.

"Sorry to bothe~er, pretend I'm not here." She sing-songed, then sat cross-legged in the floor, not even bothering to hide herself from us, and giving us her undivided attention.

"Yukari?"

"Hmm." She purred. "Go ahead, I'm not here."

"Urk." I turned to look at the girl in front of me, who was sitting at the edge of the tub without a single care in the world.

"Hello earthlings, I'm Lala. I came from the planet deviluke." The newcomer waved happily, unashamed of her state of undress.

"Earthlings?" I parroted, discreetly sniffing the air.

Yep. Not human. Not an Angel though.

Her eyes met my stare (that I made sure was above her shoulder level). "How was it… Oh!" Her fist met her palm, then she raised her hand at the side of her face, and she assumed a semi-serious expression, brows furrowed in concentration. "I came in peace!"

I snorted.

Yukari was still stunned, but she recovered quickly, laughing at the whole scene like it was some sort of joke. Maybe she thought it was?

Then she froze.

"What?" I asked, before she tackled the Lala girl, grabbing something at backside level.

Lala moaned, and I got the first look at what caught her attention…

A tail.

A spade shaped tail.

A sexually sensitive spade shaped tail.

Like that one from… "OH SHIT!" I grabbed Yukari and ran away, uncaring of my nudity, closing the door between us and throwing my sister in her own room.

Maybe I have some time before this Lala girl come after me, so I can put some hard to take off clothing and preferably made up of wind resistant material…

"Why did you run?" I froze at the voice right behind me, readying myself for the inevitable, shaming event that was sure to occur.

"Go easy on me?" I pleaded, unable to keep my voice in the lower pitches.

"Sure, but why?" She almost looked innocently swinging her legs where she sat on my bed.

"You're not going to harass me?" I kept my gaze on the offending appendage that was swaying lightly back and forth.

"Harass?" Her face brightened in understanding. "So someone from my planet you met before treated you badly? Just tell me how he looked like and I'll make sure he regrets!"

I blinked at her answer. Maybe the lack of shame and tail aside, her race is not like Alma Elma and the other succubus.

"Just checking, but you don't happen to have wings do you?"

"Hmm, I can make them, but no, I don't have them." She tilted her head cutely at my question.

"Oni-chan Yukari was saying some nonsense-" Mikan froze, and I remembered that not only Lala, but I was still undressed.

"See, I told you!" Yukari said haughtily behind my youngest sister.

"Lala-sama!" Another voice called from the window, and I stopped from tracing a couple of blades when she embraced the flying plush toy (yes, talking flying plush toy.)

Apparently the thing wasn't alone.

Two man, no Aliens in suits stepped into the room, saying some nonsense about capturing Lala, and the girl (alien, but she was definitely a girl), cried for help.

In a trick stolen from Archer, a dozen two handed swords measuring nearly 2 meters made a wall between us, and then mimicking Gilgamesh, half a dozen more hovered around me menacingly.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure you understand that I feel slightly threatened when you invade my home and try to kidnap a girl I had just met right in front of me." My face darkened in a smile I stole from Miya. "You wouldn't happen to know, but threatening my family or guests…" Displeased, unsatisfied and angry Miya. "…Is FORBIDDEN!" Darkness manifested itself, and I continued undeterred, lightening my own features.

"Knowing better by now, you wouldn't continue, would you?"

They shook their heads.

"Well them." I smiled. "Out." And flashed the darkness again for effect.

They left.

"Onii-chan…" Mikan and Yukari shivered on the floor, and I could see small stains on their clothing. Maybe I overdid it?

Lala didn't seem so fazed: "That was AMAZING! Can you teach me that? Please, please?" She clinged to me, and I quickly took notice of our state of undress once more.

I sighed, already knowing where this was going…"Can we get dressed before?"