Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't watch Kaleido Star. I merely worship the creator, and wish I were Layla.
A/N: You know what's difficult? Coming up with a word that won't make people laugh for the female area down below. No, there isn't any lemonyness in this chapter, but soon my friends, soon. Unless you don't want a lemon... that would make me sad. But getting flames for a lemon would make me sadder. What a poor girl to do? (Fool: The card of reveiw, you should ask for opinions.) Fool has spoken. Tell me, lemon or no.
"Here. The bed is a double if you want to sleep with me, or if you feel uncomfortable with that I could blow up the air mattress, it'd take a while though," said Layla.
"We're both girls, it's okay, we can sleep in the same bed," said Sora.
Layla's face became solemn momentarily. "All right then, do you want dinner now? You're bound to be hungry after today's show. I had the cook make Japanese since you probably haven't had any in a while."
"It looks delicious. Thank you," said Sora. She sat down and began devouring it. Layla smiled and used the chopsticks with surprising grace.
"When did you learn how to use chopsticks? You're great!"
"I learned in Japan traveling with my father. I'm glad I improved. When I was younger I got laughed at by the Japanese performers," said Layla smiling.
"I can't imagine anyone laughing at you," said Sora amazed.
"Hmm. Sora, do you have anyone special?" asked Layla.
"Special?" asked Sora curiously.
"Yes, like someone you love."
"Well, not really. I'm sure I'll find him eventually though."
Layla was quiet for a second. "He'd have to be special for you. What sort of person are you looking for?"
"I don't really know. He'd have to be a performer like me, and be able to satisfy me both onstage and off. What about you Layla?"
"I have someone… except they don't know, and would never like me back, at least not the same way," said Layla sadly.
"You don't know that. They could be admiring you right now. What's he like?" asked Sora.
"They perform wonderfully. When I last performed with them I trembled and thought I'd lose it right there in front of the audience and moan. She's amazing," said Layla quietly.
"She?" asked Sora shocked.
Layla gasped. "I didn't mean to say that. Sora, don't tell anyone." She covered her mouth. "I'm sorry, I'll drag out the air mattress. You can't possibly be comfortable with me now."
"It's okay Layla. I trust you. Besides you've got that special someone. Who is she? Do I know her?" asked Sora.
"I can't tell you, and yes you do," said Layla quietly.
"I bet it's Anna, she's pretty boyish. I don't know if she's, well, a lesbian or not, but I could ask her," said Sora.
"No, it's not Anna. Sora, I'd prefer it if we didn't talk about it," said Layla quietly.
"Okay. I'm going to put on my pajamas okay?"
"I'll leave," said Layla.
"No it's okay really. I don't mind," said Sora. She tugged off her shirt. Layla blushed. She turned, but watched in the mirror. She felt awful, but couldn't keep her eyes off of Sora. When Sora took off her bra, Layla felt dampness in her panties. She blushed and tried to ignore it knowing it was awful of her. Remembering how she felt doing the legendary great maneuver with Sora brought actual pain in her womanliness. She wished Sora could relieve it for her, and for a moment, she even considered doing what Fool had done earlier that day.
"I'm dressed," said Sora smiling. Layla turned. She was wearing a long white nightgown.
"My turn then. I must say, I'm a bit shy," said Layla quietly, thinking of her panties.
"Don't worry I won't watch. Goodnight," said Sora climbing into bed. "Hmm… What's this?" Sora blushed.
"I'm sorry, now you must really think I'm awful," said Layla blushing.
"Not at all, I thought it very elegant and adult-like at first. I didn't think anything like that. Only, if its been used, could you please move it?" asked Sora.
Layla blushed and took the vibrator the had been concealed under the sheets to the bathroom. She considered it for a moment, sighed, and changed into her red silk negligee.
"Layla, you're so elegant," said Sora admiringly. "On most people that'd look unseemly, but on you it looks great."
"Thank you," said Layla appreciatively. She slid under the satin sheets and turned out the light.
It was a minute before Sora spoke. "Who is it Layla? Maybe Mia, but she's not really your type. Sarah-san maybe?"
"No. I really don't want to talk about it."
"Hmm… May Wong isn't nice enough… Pamela maybe?"
"No, Sora, I said I don't want to talk about it."
"A member of the 'Freedom Lights?'Rosetta? No, she's to young. Is she a member of the 'Freedom Lights?'"
"Sora stop it!"
"I bet she is, you didn't say no to that."
"Stop," said Layla.
"Jean?"
"No."
"I'm right, she is a member of the 'Freedom Lights.'"
"Sora, stop it please."
"No she's not your type, and she's not good enough… That leaves… me?"
"Sora," said Layla quietly.
"I guessed it didn't I? When I watched the tape of our last performance, you looked about ready to… Me!" exclaimed Sora after it sunk in.
Layla turned away hiding her tears. She didn't want Sora to see her cry.
"Layla… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" said Sora uneasily. "Good night."
"Good night Sora," said Layla carefully staying to one side of the bed.
Layla listened as Sora tossed and turned.
"Sora?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want me to get out the air mattress?" asked Layla choking back tears.
"No, it's okay," said Sora quietly.
"Thank you Sora," said Layla feeling oddly relieved.
A few minutes later Sora interrupted the restlessness.
"I'm flattered you feel that way Layla. If you were a man you'd be perfect for me too," said Sora quietly.
"Thank you… no don't say anything. Just think about this. What does gender have to do with anything? I wonder if you'd love me if only I were a man. Then again, what does gender have to do with love. Good night Sora," said Layla quietly.