Chapter 9


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Yes that was one chapter

Separated into three

Now we near the end

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Miku awakened to her familiar ceiling once more.

"A dream...?"

She turned to her side and again felt the presence of a certain sister next to her.

A green ribbon stuck out from underneath the large blanket.

Miku, rolling her eyes, reached forward and pulled on the ribbon, dragging along the head attached to it.

"Okay, Yotsuba, what reality are we in no-

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The green ribbon was actually attached to Uesugi Fuutarou's head.

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What in the hell?

The boy, despite opened eyes, continued his slumber. Miku called out:

"CERES! What reality did you bring me to?"

The door to Miku's bedroom swung open, revealing a very sleepy Yotsuba.

"Ceres? Who's Ceres, Miku?"

"Very funny."

"Funny? I don't remember telling any jokes."

Yotsuba walked over and laid down under the covers with her sister and Fuutarou. She snuggled as close to her sister as possible.

"Ah Miku, you're so warm. So, so comfy."

"You're squishing my boobs."

Yotsuba leaned her head on Miku's shoulder, playfully rubbing her chin on it.

"Uesugi-san is a really heavy sleeper, isn't he?"

"Ceres...are we back in the first alternate reality?"

"There you go again, with the name Ceres. I don't know who that is. It's just me, Yotsuba! Your friendly neighborhood Yotsuba!"

"That's not your tagline."

"Miku, you're so silly. I guess it's true what they say- love does drive one crazy."

"I'm not crazy...am I?"

"Look around you Miku. It's just me and Uesugi-san here."

"I... I don't get it..."

"Isn't this nice? Just you, me, and Uesugi-san living together and loving each other forever and ever and ever and ever. This is what you've always wanted right?"

Yotsuba's eyes looked sinister. Miku gulped and looked away.

"This...this isn't real."

"...Miku?"

"This reality...this life...just us two... this isn't real."

"But this is everything you wished for."

Without warning, Miku's thoughts became filled with the memories of days spent with Yotsuba and Fuutarou.

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The exchange of banter.

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Yotsuba's stupidity.

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Fuutarou's warmth.

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Miku was perfectly happy where she was.

What reason would she have to give that up?

She let herself sink deeper into the grooves of her bed.

"See?" Yotsuba said. "We could live happily forever."

Images flooded Miku's head of their future together.

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Fuutarou, all the ice cream is gonna melt...

I know you meant that to be sarcastic, but it's so inaccurate that it's unbelievable.

Uesugi-san, just hurry up!

Miku and Yotsuba dragged Fuutarou to get ice cream at the mall. Fuutarou accidentally got vanilla smeared on his nose, causing Yotsuba to laugh and for Miku to wipe it off as the boy embarrassingly looked forward.

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I will soar to the high heavens...

I won't lose this time, Yotsuba!

JUST TRY AND BEAT ME, YOU TWO! I DARE YOU!

Miku, Yotsuba, and Fuutarou each competed on the swings in the park. Yotsuba would fly off, earning first place. Uesugi would get second. Miku, third- to no one's surprise.

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So tired...

The test is tomorrow and you two have BARELY begun your work!

I wanna go outside and play!

Miku and Yotsuba reluctantly studied in the school's library as Fuutarou yelled at them to stay focused, causing the two sisters to groan but ultimately work harder.

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I do...

I do, too.

I do, three!

Clad in their wedding apparel, the three stood together at the altar of the church, joining hands as they each said "I do" to one another.

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Hey! S-S-Stop running, you kids! You'll break something...

Well, if it's not the furniture, then it'll definitely be a leg or two.

Uesugi-san, why are you so grim?

The three lovers spent lazy weekends at their home together with their five children. Miku was a diligent housewife, Fuutarou was an accomplished salary man, and Yotsuba was the star player in a minor league basketball team.

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This was the ideal life for Miku. A life filled with joyous memories of just the three of them.

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Miku submitted herself to her desires, fully accepting her place.

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The End.

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