Disclaimer: Setsuna's mine, but Angel Sanctuary belongs to Kaori Yuuki.

Squall's Scar: "Wait, I want Michael, too. Can I have Sara, Jibrielle, and the all the rest of the cast?"

Kaori Yuuki: "No, they're mine."

Squall's Scar: (numb with shock that Kaori Yuuki is standing before her)

I didn't understand why he didn't want to hang out with me. I loved him, just like a little sister should. There was nothing I desired more than being with my older fourteen-year-old brother, Setsuna. This weekend was my target today. A carnival was in town. My goal was to get him to take me. The plan was to do his chores, along with mine so we could have the weekend free.

Mother asked me to make sure my homework was done, so I got started right away on that. Finishing my work for school in record time, I raced to get started mowing the lawn for Setsuna. The lawn mower was heavy and I couldn't figure out how to start it. But that didn't deter me, I looked all over the mower to see where the 'on' button was, but I had a hard time. My confusion must have been noticeable, for Setsuna walked out of the house and towards me. The sun shone on his face.

With his left hand, he shielded his eyes from the bright light and called out, "Sara, what are you doing?"

Getting up, I wiped at my bottom.

I grinned, "I wanted to help you mow the lawn."

He shook his head sideways, "I won't allow it. Get back inside."

A whine escaped my throat, "Why?"

"Because if you disobey your big brother, a man called "The Boogeyman" is going to come to your room at night and kidnap you!"

He has never lied to me, so I believed him. Pounding my feet against the ground, I ran back inside the house. Then through the window, I watched Setsuna turn on the mower and push it across the lawn cutting the grass. Not taking my eyes off of him, I called out to our mother.

"What other chores does he have to do today?"

After a second of thought, she called back, "He has to take out the trash and clean his room."

"Ok!"

Jumping off the chair I had brought to the window to watch my big brother, I headed to the kitchen.

Pointing at the tied-up trash bag, I asked, 'Is this the trash to be taken out?"

"Yes, but you really should let Setsuna do it. You have your own chores."

"But I'm done."

"So you thought you would play 'good sister' and do your brother's for free?"

A giggle burst out, "I wanted him to take me to the carnival tomorrow!"

Suddenly mother's expression changed, "No, you can't go with him. I'll take you instead."

My high hopes were crashed, causing me to blurt out, "But I want to go with him!"

Her hand reached out and slapped me, "Now I forbid you to go at all!"

No! I wanted to go him only! Tears filled my eyes and I locked myself in my room. No one came to bother me. It was strange. Normally someone would knock on the door and tell me dinner's ready. But the time for dinner had past. Curiosity set in to stop my wailing. Quietly I opened the door and saw that across my room, Setsuna's door was closed. When I looked down the hall, I saw my mother's door was closed as well. Sneaking out of my room, I went to the kitchen and saw that little had been done. An idea popped in my head. Knowing that it was wrong didn't stop me. The plan was set into action.

First, my fingers grabbed the trash bag and set it outside for pick-up. Second, I called up my brother's friend, Kira, and told him to pick up Setsuna and go out somewhere together. Kira didn't ask why since he probably knew it was a surprise for Setsuna. Third, I went back to my room and waited for Kira to show up. When he did, Setsuna answered the door and left with him. A huge grin broke out of my face. Next, I hid myself behind closed doors in Setsuna's room, so Mother wouldn't see me cleaning his room.

While cleaning, I came across a picture Setsuna and I had taken together with Kira when we were younger. He was leaning on Kira with his arms raised high, and Kira had his arm around both of us. The stray picture was put away safely in the first drawer of his desk. Hand-picking his clothes off the floor and throwing them in the hamper was no easy task. Generally his room was clean. But today it seemed that he had a thrown his things around in anger. Mother must have yelled at him for something. Something caught my eye as I was straightening his room out. A bed sheet hung over some kind of a huge picture in the corner of his room. The bed sheet was stripped from the painting to return itself to the bed. But what it was hiding was surprising.

A huge unfinished painting of a beautiful girl with long flowing blonde hair stood on an easel. She wore a red skirt and her top wasn't painted on yet. Nor was the background. Unbeknownst that she was being watched, she slept. The painting looked so natural and beautiful; it was as if the artist had watched her sleep in real life and painted it by memory of how he saw her. The question was who was she? Was she a girl in his class? Did she sleep in his class and he sat through it watching her? Maybe she was his model? But why didn't he bring her home? I've never a girl like this at our school, either. Suddenly, the front door slamming snapped my attention back.

Covering it back up with the bed sheet, I jumped back into my room before he got to the staircase. Now all his chores had been done! He was free to take me on a date to the carnival! I heard him open the door to his room. Then I heard him shout my name in anger more than thanks. Slowly I left my room to face his wrath. Maybe I could try pouting my lip and getting away with it. But when I saw Setsuna outside his door with a furious look at me, I saw all hope of forgiveness flush down the toilet.

"Sara! Why did you enter my room without my permission!"

Cringing, a small voice answered, "I wanted to take you on a date to the carnival tomorrow."

He put his fingers to his forehead, "What does that have anything to do with entering my room?"

"I cleaned it so you wouldn't have any chores leftover."

Mother's door still hadn't opened. Hoping she would hear the noise and come out to help me, I was disappointed when Setsuna continued in his scolding. Looked like she wasn't going to keep me away from him this time.

"Sara, I'm not taking you to the carnival."

Hurt filled my heart.

"Then I won't speak to you ever again."

This time he looked into my eyes.

"I can only be your brother. Nothing more."

The same hurt filled my soul.