Oh, my babies, I'm sorry that this has taken so long! I hadn't really realized that almost a month had passed since I last posted until I looked at the update date, and I just felt so bad.

But! We shall move on!

Here I introduce Momo's relationship, and so please continue to read to see it (but if you wish to stop reading out of spite, I understand. I'll just go cry in a corner).

Arata watched, not bothering to hide his grin, as his brother tugged on the collar of his shirt as if it was causing him pain while heatedly glaring at his fiance, the person who mainly responsible for the hell he was in. It was their engagement party, and he knew that his brother had probably suggested something small in their home with some beer and punch and some trays of food so that they could be nice and relaxed.

And knowing his pretty bride-to-be, her response had probably been a scathing glare that called him all kinds of stupid before she lined out exactly what they were going to do.

Which was, after weeks of planning with both mothers, fancy. The had rented a hall, there were sparkly lights and nice tablecloths and wine, and Takashi looked a mix of absolutely miserable and furious. Which, for Arata, was well worth the price of pulling on a nice shirt and a jacket.

He heard a snort come from beside him, and he turned his head to look at the brunette that had appeared at his shoulder, and she sent him a conspiratorial look with dancing brown eyes. "They'll be arguing in a minute, and then five minutes later if no one stops them they'll be looking for a corner to make out in just before arguing again when they get their breath back."

He chuckled, knowing it to be true, and looked the woman over again. "You're Anzu's little sister, right?" Momo, he was pretty sure. She nodded, and he tilted his head.

"You look... different." He decided, looking over her done up appearance. She was wearing this floating and swirly dress in this dark red and had her hair, which he vaguely remembered being fluffy and curly around her round face, was pulled back into a slightly less fluffy high pony-tail. There were jangly bracelets on her wrists and dangly earrings in her ears, and there was some kind of magic/makeup all over her eyes that made them pop.

She nodded again knowingly. "Yeah. I'm wearing a push-up bra." She told him matter-of-factly, making him choke on the sip of wine he had taken. "I don't really need it, I mean they get in the way enough as it is, but I got it as a gift and was kind of like, 'You know, this neckline makes my cleavage look great, I should add some more'." She looked down, and shrugged. "And now, I guess, if my hand gets tired of holding my glass I can just set it on my boobs for a bit. There's enough pushing and shoving and rearranging going on down there to keep it steady."

He tried to contain it to just a snort, he really did. Anzu was obviously trying to keep everything fancy and elegant and proper and he didn't want to draw any attention to himself and away from everything else, but he couldn't help it. Once he got past the choking, he had to throw back his head and laugh so loud he was positive everyone was looking. Managing to stop and catch his breath and get his laughter down to a more acceptable chuckle, he grinned at the girl, his eyes positively dancing with laughter.

"Well, it looks very nice." He told her, to which she only nodded as if it were obvious, reaching out to grab a glass of wine from one of the roaming waiters' trays. She took a light sip like she had seen everyone else do in an attempt to impress with her maturity since her humor had already done its work, but could just barely manage to not spit it out.

"Oh," She said, her entire face scrunching up, "Gross. It tastes like cough syrup." She sat the glass on another passing tray, glad to see it leave. "I hate cough syrup. I need to drink something to get that taste out of my mouth."

He was just about to flag someone down or go get her a glass of water like a gentleman when she lifted up her little hand clutch, reached inside, and pulled out a juice box.

After she had stabbed the straw through and had taken a sip, she looked across the room and right into the red face of her glaring sister.

"Oh! Anzu's staring." She said, grinning and waving while Arata's entire body shook with his silent laughter.

"Well, I better get going before she manages to get over here or have my mother sicked on me. It was nice talking to you. Oh! And I heard from a little birdie that my soon to be brother-in-law's entire outfit today—down to his underwear—was laid out by my sister. You might want to mention this, and a little something about him being whipped, sometime before the night is over." She said, a wicked and conspiratorial glint flashing in her eyes just before she walked off with a wave.

And he could only laugh before going to do exactly as she had said with a huge grin on his face that just refused to leave.

Anzu finger-combed her hair, trying to get it to look something that resembled normal and untangled as she studiously ignored the probing eyes of her fiance—the man that would become her husband that very day—as they almost glared at her back.

"Stop that." She finally hissed. "I need to get back at my parent's house before anyone wakes up, so there's no time for you to be pouting."

"I just don't see why you can't stay here." Takashi muttered, earning himself a glare that he readily returned.

"Because that's just how things are. But tonight we get to be together all by ourselves in our apartment before we leave tomorrow, so..." She leaned over and gave him a kiss, "Suck it up."

He grumbled and groaned a bit more, tugging her back into bed for a few more moments, although she was successful in keeping her clothes on and his hands out of her hair. And finally, in the end, he let her go so she could leave, watching as she walked to the door with something akin to a pout.

Anzu opened the door with the hope that since it was four in the morning and since they'd had the bachelor's party the night before—the reason that Takashi was sleeping in the apartment he had shared with his brothers before he had moved in with her—her soon to be brother-in-laws would still be asleep. And, opening the door, she realized that this hope was meaningless as came face-to-face with Arata making out with her little sister in the doorway across the hall.

"Momo?!" Anzu squeaked, and her sister broke the lip-lock to look over her shoulder.

"Oh, hi there Anzu." She said with a smile, and the man behind her smiled as well, though it was an embarrassed smile to match the blush growing on his face and traveling down his throat, and he moved a bit more behind Momo to try and hide the fact that he had nothing on other than the sheet he had hastily wrapped around his waist.

"Hi? Momo, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I was having sex, and unless you and your fiance were playing boardgames the past few hours, I think that it's what you've been doing too." A choked snort of laughter came from behind the now furiously blushing blonde, and Momo looked over her sister's shoulder to smile at the man who had joined them. "Hi there, Takashi."

"Hey." He said, grinning at Anzu when she whirled around to look at him with a "What's going on here?" clearly written in her eyes, and he could only shrug because this little relationship between their siblings came as a complete surprise to him too.

A few moments passed as they stood there until Momo made a face, looking back and forth between everyone. "Sooo... Are we going to stand here all night or leave? Or, you know, we could just head back into the bedrooms and-"

"We're leaving." A blushing Anzu finally declared, reaching out and grabbing her sister's hand so that she could pull her out of the apartment, barely allowing her the time to wave goodbye before they disappeared out the door.

The two brothers continued to stand in their respective doorways for a few minutes after they left, neither looking at the other as they tried to figure out what to say.

"So, Anzu's sister. That's... interesting." Takashi finally said, and Arata nodded.

"Yep." They stood there for another moment in silence, shifting their weight from foot to foot. "Well, you know, there's that wedding in a few hours and..."

"Oh. Yeah. Right. Well, see you later."

"Sure thing." And they both turned without another word and closed the doors behind them.

I'm not really all that happy with how I ended it, but any other way I tried was worse, so we'll all just have to suck it up.

I get my characters personalities and relationships sorted out by drawing them, and after I had drawn Takashi and Anzu together (glaring at each other disdainfully but soon to be in love) I drew Arata, and he and Momo just... happened. But they happened like five minutes after Anzu and Takashi, so I've had them planned for a little while.

I really like college so far (I need to study for my psychology exam!) And my roommate is pretty nice (though she does go out drinking a lot). Hopefully I'll update sooner, but college isn't really my main reason for not updating. My muse has left me, and the little inspiration faeries went right along with her. Oh well, I'll try to update sooner this time.

Toodles!