Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Like the previous parts, this is a prologue to the actual story.
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There was no discernible reaction from Mika as her door was suddenly yanked open and slammed shut, nor was she phased by the screaming and subsequent thuds. It wasn't until she finished rinsing the carrots that she decided it was time to investigate the strange noises coming from her living room.
Mika leaned against the doorjamb, taking in the sight of the livid young woman in the bright pink overcoat. "So, Yuka-chan, how did you date with Daisuke go?"
"Daisuke?" Yuka laughed bitterly around the name. "As far as I'm concerned, there is no Daisuke! He's dead to me, do you hear?! Dead, I say!" She then threw herself on the couch, one hand over her eyes.
Somehow, Mika found enough space left on the couch to sit next to her younger sister. "You finally realized that he's no good for you, huh?"
Yuka moved her hand from her eyes to her forehead so she could stare at the ceiling forlornly. "He seemed so nice at first... he seemed perfect. They all do." Without warning she sat up, arms folded across her chest. "And then they all turn out to be scumbags." She glanced at her sister, and for a moment looked so vulnerable that Mika couldn't help but sympathize (even if this was the third time this had happened... this month). "Why can't I have what you have with Fuji-san, nee-san? Well, not what you have with Fuji-san exactly since you're the most boring couple ever, but you get the idea, right?"
Mika took a breath. "I'm going to ignore the fact that you just insulted my husband, my marriage, and myself and suggest that we take a more constructive approach if you want a relationship with a happy ending."
"Like what?"
"Like... well, what do you want in a guy you're dating? Do you have a type?"
Yuka gave it some thought. "... Tall, handsome, obscenely rich, generous, funny, good with kids, brave, kind, sensitive, and knows that I'm the one in charge."
Mika gave her sister a long, hard look... and then patted her shoulder. "You're going to die alone."
Momozono Yuka waited until her sister had disappeared back into the kitchen before sticking her tongue out at her. Then she turned her attention to the window, watching as an almost painfully happy couple walked by.
She didn't care what Mika said. There was someone for her out there, waiting for her. He was waiting for her, somewhere.
She just had to keep looking.