Because I'm being friendly, I'm uploading two short chapters at once. Feel loved.

Nekocin: Really? I thought it was easy finding his name, just look on the internet or... Something. I got it through downloaded Japanese episodes, though. Damn the Yaoi Alert? Wow. How strange. I absolutely ADORE my Yaoi Alert. XD

Nekocin: For your second review... Yeah, I tried to make Hikaru not Mary-Sue-ish, and I hope she's tolerable, 'cause she's a main character in this fic. Sorry 'bout the errors. The goal is actually exactly that: To make this fic about normal life. (As normal as it gets for Kyou.)

MadMaddie: More reviews from you! Yay! Sounds like you're enjoying this fic. ^^

Jay Kamiya: Uhh... Thanks! ^^

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"Hikaru, you know, every time you skip, your skirt goes up?" Tsubasa points out. It occurs to me that she's constantly accidentally showing her panties. . . It's kind of strange, really. . .

Hikaru, who is in the lead - I'm walking next to Tsubasa, behind her - stops skipping and turns around, walking backwards. "So?" She shrugs and puts her hands behind her head. "I don't care." She almost walks into someone and mumbles a sorry, stopping and walking normally.

A moment of silence while Tsubasa attempts to think of some sort of response for that.

"Think of it like this," Hikaru says after a moment, and even though I can't see her face, I know her eyes are closed. "It's basically the same as wearing a swimsuit. Do people mind then? No." She shrugs again. That was actually a good point. . .

Another moment of silence as Tsubasa attempts to think of a response. (He's rather slow at that. . .)

A while of the walk is spent in comfortable silence, during which I'm suddenly aware of the fact that Hikaru's house is close to Hiromi's.

"Kyouju?" . . . Look, I'm psychic, it's Hiromi! . . . I am psychic. . . Yes. . . And you can't tell me otherwise or else I'll. . . I don't know. I'm slightly confused. What's going on again?

I blink rapidly, trying to figure out exactly where I am and what's going on, and. . . Oh. Right. Hikaru. Hiromi. Hiromi is here.

She wanders over from where ever she was and gives a wave. "Where are you going?"

"Umm. . ." Hiromi's never met Hikaru before, so I should. . . Umm. . .

"Mine." A protective arm wraps around me as Hikaru speaks. She looks at Hiromi as though they're in kindergarten and Hiromi tried to play with her favorite doll. Which probably isn't too far from accurate here. . . At least, not to Hikaru. I'm. . . A little bit frightened. . .

"Posessive, much?" I ask, dryly, and tilt my head to look at her. Hikaru just looks away obliviously - an almost 'Oh, are you talking?' kind of thing. Oh yeah. Hiromi's still here, isn't she? "Hiromi, this is Aomori Hikaru, my friend."

Tsubasa coughs.

"And her brother, Tsubasa." I must remember to always introduce him as well. . .

Hiromi and Hikaru have a glaring contest for a few moments, and I'm honestly unsure of who'll win, nor am I sure of what they're glaring about. Hiromi's generally a very determined person, but Hikaru is. . . Hikaru. I suppose it depends on what they're glaring about, but since I don't know what that is. . .

They both, in unison, nod before Hikaru says "We're gonna talk a bit." And drags Hiromi out of my hearing range. Hiromi doesn't seem to care.

Tsubasa just shakes his head before taking off his rectangular glasses and cleaning them on his sweater. "I'm a little confused." He informs me, placing his glasses over his eyes again, squinting as he gets used to the difference again.

"I am too."

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