Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lucky Star, it all belongs to its original creators.

Okay, now for the Author Notes:

First off, I'd like to thank everyone for your reviews (I'm now on over 20! Hooray!). Weirdly though, i keep getting favourites and story alerts from people who haven't reviewed. I'm not really doing this fiction for the reviews (if i was I'd do a load of short chapters instead of a handful of long ones), but favouriting something when you haven't even taken the time to say "This was cool" seems a bit... you know.

Actually, that reminds me. Several things came up in the reviews & PMs a few times, so i figured id comment on them here.

First off, a lot of people have been saying my fiction is better than Rezle's, to which i express my astonishment and frankly, disbelief. I haven't yet done anything but fluff, and whilst i'll agree my writing style is better than most of what was seen in Lucky Summer, thats only because RV limited himself so he could get everything out that century (this work was started in October 2008). When it comes to real drama i'm afraid i have no experience, so i can only hope i do well in that in this things sequel (yes, it will have one at some point. Five chapters ain't enough for a full love story!)

Next, the Dad thing. There was a reason i chose to kill him off, apart from wanting to make sure there were as few OCs as possible. First off, Konata has no Mother, and since Misao is her ignored counterpart i figured it made sense her dad should have died. They both don't care because it happened so long ago, so angst is not brought into the equation. Mainly it was done to draw a parallel between those two characters.

Actually, about the angst, i have a love-hate relationship to the stuff - which is kinda an irony if you think about it. As I've said to someone else, i hate stories that go on like "Oh, i don't know if i like this person or not, *cry*." That is not good story writing, and its 99% of Konami fictions on this site. Equally those that go on about people worrying if they're a lesbian or not also pisses me off. I'm bisexual and I didn't do that (or more accurately, i did it for the grand total of around four seconds then calmed down again and went back to sleep), so i don't plan to put into my stories. This story is Misao and Tsukasa's falling in love, and such deserves (like real love often is at the beginning) to get off with existing in a candy land of happiness.

However, there is an angst i like. That angst is the angst that happens when your family finds you making out with another girl in your room, and suddenly stops talking to you like they used to. But we'll be talking about that next story i guess.

Now, on with the story. Please enjoy.

Tsukasa allowed the Mall's escalator to bring her up another floor, looking around for their meeting place, the food court, though it didn't seem like Misao was there yet. She had worn another sundress, the only other one she owned, but instead of yellow it was a light sky blue colour. She had also taken a gamble with the weather by not bringing any sort of jacket, hoping it would stay as pleasant as it had been through the past few days. Apart from that the only things she had was her handbag and her purse.

'I wonder what Misa-Chan will be wearing…' Tsukasa wondered. At home it was obvious she wasn't a fan of clothing, even when she put it on she had been wearing only the simplest of things without any socks or shoes. But would she dress up for their day out?

Lost in her thoughts Tsukasa began idling browsing the selection outside a bookshop, failing to notice the shape creeping up on her from behind.

"Boo." The moment the voice blew on her ear Tsukasa yelped and leapt forward, eyes wide with surprise.

"Misa-Chan!! Don't sneak up on me like that!" She reprimanded as she turned to greet the girl, though not very seriously. Misao stood there grinning, pleased with herself for earning such a good response.

"Sorry Imouto, but you're reactions are too cute for me not to." She replied, to Tsukasa's embarrassment. "Another great dress too I see."

"Thanks." Tsukasa looked her up and down and smiled at what she saw. "Your outfit is nice too." On her lower body Misao had chosen to wear short beige jeans and sandals, which showed off part of her leg and uncharacteristically painted toenails. For her upper body she had chosen to wear a loose flowing green shirt and a white hooded zip-up sweatshirt, though since the sleeves were tied around her waist and the entire shirt was hanging around her hips, it was really more of a belt at the moment.

"Thanks. I tried that whole dresses thing ages ago, but I don't think I really suit it. You seem to pull it off easily though."

"Maybe if you grew you're hair a little longer it would work better?"

"Yeah, I thought so too. But it gets in the way so much, I don't know how Hiiragi-Chan manages it."

"Yeah it does," She agreed. "Oneechan got it trapped in a door just the other week."

"Really?" Misao giggled. "That's not really what I had in mind, but I guess that's a good reason not to grow it. Must have hurt."

"No, she was lucky and realised before she pulled on it."

"Very lucky." Misao agreed. "Anyway, where do you want to go first? I've just got to go to one shop at four, so that gives us two and a half hours to kill."

"Um… what's the shop you have to go to?"

"This dressmaking shop about ten minutes away from here. I'm having something made for Ayano, and I have to pick it up today. I figured I'd make a day of it." Upon hearing that Tsukasa tried to remember if she had ever seen any dress making shops anywhere near here, wondering if she or one of her sisters had ever bought anything from them. There were two she knew of, one normal one and one more expensive one, but she was fairly certain the former had shut down not too long ago due to lack of customers.

"Is it her birthday or something?"

"No, that's not for months."

"So, why are you having a dress made for her?" Wasn't that expensive no matter what the shop? Misao didn't really seem like the type of person who would hang onto money for long, not that she was much better.

"Oh, its just this tradition type thing we have." Misao told her awkwardly, as Tsukasa got the overwhelming sense it wasn't really something she wanted to talk about.

"Tradition?" Curiosity slightly outweighed her guilt at forcing a conversation.

"Yeah, we kinda get each other gifts every year on this certain date, its in a few weeks."

"Why?" Again she felt guilty at forcing her to talk when she didn't want to, but she still wanted to know.

"No reason." Even to Tsukasa, her lie was obvious.

"Um… okay." 'That's weird…' Tsukasa thought to herself. Misao's intentions were usually as clear as a big transparent window made of air, but here she was obviously hiding something. "Can we go in here for the first shop? When she heard I was going anyway Kona-Chan asked me to buy her this game from it." Tsukasa pointed her hand over the nearest crowd where a store was busy lighting up television screens and showing off their latest merchandise.

"The midget asking someone else to buy a game instead of her? That's unexpected." Misao commented as they walked into the store. "Any reason? Or is she just lazy?"

"No, its just…" Tsukasa hesitated for a second, trying to phrase herself correctly. "They don't let her in here anymore, I'm not sure why."

"I see…" Misao said, raising an eyebrow. "So what's the game?"

"Um… I have it written down here somewhere." She rummaged around in her handbag and brought out a piece of paper. "Its called… 'Run Run! Otome Rush!' and it's a dating sim."

"Okay." Misao said as she took a quick glance through the titles and found the right one. "Oh…"

"What is it?"

"Good news, I think I've figured out why they don't let her in here anymore."

"Why?"

"'Cause they'd be put out of business if they were seen selling this type of game to someone who looks that young." Misao picked up the game and turned the case around so Tsukasa could see the summary.

"Oh my…" Tsukasa's face took on a familiar red glow.

"She was really gonna try and get you to buy this?" Misao asked, smirking.

"Yeah… she's sleeping over tonight, so she said she'd pay me back then." Tsukasa replied, her eyes not leaving the back of the box. The only thing more embarrassing than the images was the text that went along with it, advertising features and options that had to be pushing the boundary of what could be put on a public display.

"Ya know…" Misao began in a curious voice, taking another look at the box. "Doesn't it seem weird she's playing a game aimed at guys?"

"Yeah, it happens a lot. We… well we don't really question it anymore." Tsukasa answered, her knees weak with dread at the thought of actually standing up in front of the cashier and buying this thing.

"Really? 'Cause I'm curious as hell now and I've only known about this for a few seconds."

"What am I supposed to do??"

"What do yah mean?"

"I can't buy… this!" She could only gesture at the offending item.

"Then don't." Misao answered simply.

"But I said I would! Kona-Chan said she's been looking forward to this game for weeks!"

"Then get it."

"But I can't!!"

"Why not?"

"Well, what if the cashier thinks its mine??" Tsukasa squeaked.

"Yeah, so what if he does? Loads of people probably buy these types of games. Look, this ones on their best selling of the week list." She pointed out on the chart on the wall. "So buy it."

Tsukasa just looked at her helplessly, and Misao rolled her eyes and sighed melodramatically. .

"Do you want me to buy it instead?" Tsukasa's head was a blur of nods, and the money was all but forced into her hand. Misao laughed at her shy behaviour and made her way to the cashier, glancing back every so often to see the embarrassed girl standing awkwardly by the dating sims.

Meanwhile Tsukasa was staring in wonder as Misao strolled up to the counter and put the game down on it, confidence never wavering for a second despite what she was buying. The cashier paid her no heed as he took her money, and if he even noticed exactly what she was buying then he didn't let any reaction show.

When she came back Tsukasa simply looked at her with a strange mix of guilt and admiration.

"Sorry about that…" She said solemnly as they walked out the store.

"About what?"

"Making you buy that for me."

"I don't mind."

"But what would you have done if someone from school saw you?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Misao asked. "I'd tell em its for Hiiragi-Chan." She chuckled to herself and grinned, already imagining the situation.

"You mean Oneechan?" Tsukasa gasped as Misao nodded. "And they'd believe you??"

"Of course they would. People'll believe almost anything as long as you look and sound sure when you say or do it. For example, I'm only seventeen but that cashier didn't check my I.D." Misao pointed out.

"He didn't??"

"Nope. But if you'd have done it he would have asked and you would have been kicked out."

"Why didn't you remind me??" Tsukasa had been so wrapped up in her embarrassment over buying the game she had forgotten that she was only seventeen too, instead of the eighteen required to buy it.

"Because I wanted to see if you'd go up there and remember at the last second, I wasn't gonna actually let you buy it though."

"Oh…" She wasn't sure whether or not to be angry about that. On the one hand Misao's carefree joking attitude was one of the many things she liked about the girl. On the other it was hard to completely trust someone who treated the whole of life like a very interesting game, and its people like the pieces (even if most of the time there was only one piece on the opponent's side, and that piece was called Kagami). Especially when she set about her work in ways that were surprisingly devious for someone who looked so completely harmless. 'Looked' being the operative word, since Tsukasa was fairly sure Misao could probably talk her way out of a murder if she tried.

"Hey, have you eaten yet?" Misao asked suddenly.

"Nope. I came here straight after waking up."

"Me neither, want to grab a late lunch?" Tsukasa nodded, noting happily that Misao hadn't poked fun at her sleeping habits.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Um… McDonalds?"

A few minutes later they were sitting and eating in the crowded food court, both having simple burgers, fries and cokes. Tsukasa sipped her drink thirstily, having only had a single glass of water since she had gotten up. Originally she had planned to have a diet even though she didn't really like them, but Misao had made her get a normal one to show her exactly what she thought of diets.

"I shouldn't really have this… I'll gain weight."

"Good, I had you lying on me yesterday, you hardly weigh anything." Tsukasa's ears burned as she tried to determine if anyone had heard that sentence, and taken it in the wrong way. Luckily no one seemed to. "Besides, you don't seem to have any problems fitting into those cute little sundresses of yours."

"This is my only other one like this actually."

"Aw… really? Shame. They look really good on you." Misao finished her burger and waited patiently for Tsukasa to do the same, smiling as she saw a large line of sauce had been smeared across her cheek.

"Thank you." Tsukasa had to look away from Misao's wide honest eyes and look at her food instead, the crimson blush across her cheeks still showing she had problems taking compliments. "Maybe I can buy some more whilst I'm here, I quite like them too." She admitted. The sundresses she had started wearing were truly comfortable and suited her image perfectly, to the point where she'd probably start wearing them even when Misao wasn't around, but all that was nothing compared to their true value. Getting the other girl's attention, since they seemed to show off her figure so well.

"You don't have to do that just for me. I'm sure you look great no matter what you wear." Misao told her, before taking another sip from her coke. Neither of them caught the assumption in the sentence, not even the girl who had said it. The assumption that Tsukasa wanted to look good purely for Misao's sake.

"I want to get some more clothes anyway, I'm growing out of a lot of my old stuff." Tsukasa told her, finishing. "And a lot of my newer stuff I got from my sisters anyway. Its nice to have some clothes I can call mine every once in a while."

"Oh yeah, you've got three sisters don't you?" Misao asked idly as she picked up the wrappers and empty drinks and put them in the trash a few tables behind them.

"Yeah, you don't have any?" She asked tentatively.

"Nah. Its just me and my mom, my Dad died when I was little." To Tsukasa it actually made her feel a little ill, that someone's voice could be so calm and cheerful whilst discussing something like that.

"Yeah... your mom told me. D-Do you remember him at all?" She asked tentatively.

"Nope. Too young." The brown haired girl replied nonchalantly, glancing at Tsukasa.

"I can't imagine life without my dad…" She said quietly.

"Yeah, I heard he's the one who pays your cell phone bill. Poor guy." Misao grinned.

"Don't joke like that! Its not a laughing matter..."

"Hey, I'm the one with the single parent. I can joke whenever I like." Misao stuck her tongue out a her, looking for all the world like a kid taunting someone. "So there Imouto."

Despite herself Tsukasa had to giggle at her childish behaviour.

"There, happy again." Misao sighed melodramatically again. "I don't know, you're so much work."

"I'm not the one who acts so childish." Tsukasa replied, sticking her own tongue out in a rare feat of mischief.

"Yeah, yeah. Real mature."

"You did it!"

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

The two girls broke down into amused giggles, only stopping when they got glances from other tables around them.

"Come on Tsukasa, I'm sure we can find a shop that sells good clothes somewhere nearby. I need a few new things too."

Tsukasa nodded and got up herself before Misao stopped her.

"Hang on a sec." Tsukasa recoiled slightly as she lifted a napkin and began to wipe hard on her face.

"M-Misa-Chan!" She asked, freezing where she stood. "What are you doing??"

"You've still got some sauce on here." She offered by way of explanation.

"I could have done it myself…"

"Yeah, but you look so cute when I treat you like a little kid." Misao smirked at her. "Come on, lets go."

The two of them wandered into the first clothes store that caught their eyes, one that happened to be a lot bigger than most parking lots and about as well packed. The entire place was coloured a migraine inducing pink hue, but apparently whoever had decided on the decoration had either been sick or fired - or killed by any number of self-respecting interior designers - before they had picked the actual merchandise.

"Wow, this place has some really good stuff doesn't it?" Misao asked, thumbing through some of the things on the rack.

"Yeah, its kinda overwhelming. We've been looking for a while and I can't really decide what I should get."

"Yeah, me neither." Misao agreed. "Wait, I have a idea!"

"What?" Tsukasa asked, somewhat wary of any idea that had come from Misao.

"Well, when Ayano and I can't decide, we just pick out stuff we think would look good on the other person. That's how I got this shirt actually."

"Oh yeah, Oneechan and I do that all the time! Lets do that!"

"So we'll each find some stuff we think would look good on each other, and we'll meet in the fitting rooms in the back once we've found some good stuff., 'kay?"

"Okay." Tsukasa said cheerfully, looking forward to seeing what Misao would find for her. "How much should we get?"

"Umm… just don't worry about it I guess, we can probably sort it out when we get there."

With that the two parted, though not for long. Despite one being a tomboy and the other getting the majority of her clothes from her sisters, they both had a fairly good sense for fashion, especially since they each knew people who were similar and could judge clothes off of them. For Tsukasa it was easy enough to take what Konata might wear and adjust that for the more mature looking Misao, for Misao it was simple to imagine what Ayano might wear and adjust the colour scheme a bit, as well as take into account Tsukasa's different hair style and less curvy figure.

"Misa-Chan, you shouldn't have bought so much, you can't have possibly have this much money." Tsukasa said as they exited the store, each hand with a large heavy bag on it, filled with the things she had eventually decided to buy.

"Nah, I've got loads. I got a prize for getting third in a Judo tournament not too long ago, and winning a Soccer game with my team."

"But you bought me things too…" 'Wow, she does Judo and Soccer? But doesn't she do track and field too? I feel really bad for letting her spend that reward money on me.'

"Well of course. The new underwear was my idea, so I wouldn't have made you pay for them. Think of it like a gift." Misao said, smiling at her.

"Thank you." Tsukasa blushed and looked away, remembering how the other girl had stared at the brassiers she had been buying in confusion and then insisted on buying her another style.

"Don't mention it Imouto." Misao responded with a happy grin. 'Still not sure whether or not I should tell her a good bra is supposed to make your chest look bigger though, she looked so surprised when I told her those ones would.' She thought to herself. 'Ah well, she'll figure it out.'

"Where to next?" The fanged gir said out loud.

"Well, there was this new CD I wanted, but I'm not sure I'll have enough for more shopping and the train back if I buy it." Tsukasa replied.

"Don't worry, I can pay for a train ride if you don't have enough by the end." Misao told her idly, already spotting a shop that looked like it sold music.

"Thanks…"

"I said before, don't mention it." Misao told her as they walked into the right shop.

For the next hour or so the two wandered around the dozens of shops enjoying themselves, going into all the shops that interested either of them, even when they were places they didn't usually visit. Tsukasa was surprised to find herself going into sports shops, another game store and even a dark low key store that sold… questionable Doujinshi ("My neighbour draws this stuff, but she never lets me see it. I've actually had to track some down to this place." - was the explanation, but it was still a surprise). Misao on the other hand was (pleasantly) surprised that she was taken into several bakeries and cake shops - many of which gave free samples - and a bookstore looking for the next volume of a manga Tsukasa liked.

"Wow, my legs are tired." Tsukasa groaned as they sat down on a bench, setting down her bags next to her. "And these are heavy."

"Yeah, and I've still gotta go get that dress soon." Misao said as she slumped down next to her.

"Where is it from here?"

"Um… just around that street I think."

"I cant get up right now." Tsukasa told her, exhausted. "I think I'm gonna fall asleep."

"Sorry, I guess we should have came later, then we wouldn't have to waste so much time."

"No, I've really enjoyed myself!" Tsukasa told her honestly. "I'm just a little tired."

"Well, if you want I could go get it by myself and you can stay here. But don't fall asleep, someone'll steal our stuff if you do."

"Um… okay. I promise."

"I'll be back in a few minutes, see you in a bit." Tsukasa watched as Misao set her bags down by the bench and walked away. It took barely less than thirty seconds for the small, tired girl to succumb to her heavy eyelids.

"Just five more minutes Oneechan…" Tsukasa crooned, trying to find her comfortable position again.

"C'mon Imouto, wake up." Misao said as she shook the girl. Luckily, nothing seemed to have been stolen, but if Tsukasa slept there long she'd wreck her back. She tried shaking her again and this time the tired girl unbalanced, slumping forwards and mashing her face into Misao's shirt.

"Wow, you're really tired aren't you?" The fanged teenager asked.

The reply was mumbled as Tsukasa tried to talk sleepily through the cloth.

"Huh?"

Tsukasa pulled herself up and rubbed her eyes.

"I'll be fine," She said, still yawning. "Hey, where's the dress?" The girl asked, seeing Misao was empty handed.

"There was some sort of accident today and they ruined it, they had to make a brand new one." She told her, a rare frown on her normally carefree face marking how annoyed she was.

"When will that be ready for?"

"Not for another two hours." Misao sighed.

"Two hours??" Tsukasa asked, surprised. By that time it would be six

"Yeah, but don't worry. I'll walk you to the train station and pay for you're ticket, you don't need to wait here for that long."

"You're going to wait here for a whole two hours?"

"Yep, I don't really want to leave it here with them. If you don't collect at the right times they throw the thing out anyway." 'Stupid snobs, don't know how they keep in business.'

"But won't you get bored?"

"Yep." Misao admitted. "But I'll survive I think."

"Um… maybe I could stay with you?" Tsukasa suggested. 'I can't let Misa-Chan wait here alone for that long. By that time it'll start getting dark, and she's done so much for me today…'

"Imouto, thanks but you're about to fall over, you don't have to stay."

"I want to! I'm not tired anymore." Tsukasa claimed, though neither believed it. "It wouldn't be right to just leave you here. Besides, if we both stay we might be able to have some fun."

"Like what?" Misao asked, cocking her head.

"Um… maybe we could find a movie to watch?"

"Well… There's supposed to be a good one on I wanted to see." The brown haired girl recalled. "But won't your family get worried about you? And do you even really want to go see a movie with me?"

"Of course I do! I haven't been to the movies in ages, going with you is just a bonus." Tsukasa told her warmly. "And they won't mind as long as I tell them I'm going somewhere with you. But, do you have a phone I can use to call them?"

"Nope, don't own one. Don't you?" Misao asked, vaguely remembering various complaints about it a few months back.

"I do... but the battery ran down yesterday so I had to leave it at home on charge."

"Oh, well there's always payphones outside theatres, we can just use one of those." She pointed out. "Come on, I know where there's one near here."

"Okay." Tsukasa practically skipped after the taller girl, ecstatic with the chance to spend more time with her and pleased with herself for making Misao's day better

"So, what's the movie about Misa-Chan?" She asked when she had caught up, wincing slightly as the ache in her legs returned even after such a small activity.

"Not completely sure, Hiyori-Chan just told me it was really good, and we usually have the same taste in that sort of thing." Scratching the back of her head as she tried to remember precisely where the theatre was past the current street.

"Oh, I didn't know you were that close…" Tsukasa said, trying to remember if she'd ever seen the two together.

"I guess we aren't as much as we used to…" Misao thought aloud, her voice not yet showing any sorrow for the statement. "But we used to be sisters like you and Hiiragi, since she only has a brother and I don't have anyone."

"Um…" Tsukasa didn't continue, not sure what she could possibly say in such a situation.

The two of them walked in silence, before the fanged girl broke it.

"I blame the midget." Misao announced decisively.

"K-Kona-Chan? Why?" The smaller girl asked, completely in the dark as to where Konata came in to the picture.

"Tam-Chan calls her Sempai, and they're always talking in Otaku with each other. I never get called Sempai." Misao sulked, crossing her arms across her chest and pulling her face into a pout.

"That's not enough to say its Kona-Chan's fault." Tsukasa stressed. "And it might be a good thing you don't spend all your time together…"

"How?" Misao asked her, narrowing her eyes slightly and frowning, giving Tsukasa the distinct impression she had touched upon a very sensitive topic. The brown haired teenager didn't look like she got upset easily, so for Tsukasa it was a surprise.

"W-Well… if she only used to be with you then maybe spending less time means she's found more friends…" Tsukasa said quietly, trying to avoid Misao's rare angry look even though she knew it wasn't really meant for her.

There was a sigh.

"I guess…" Misao finally said. "But the same thing happened with you're sister." She added as an afterthought, barely raising her voice at all.

Tsukasa didn't say anything, secretly agreeing even though she would never admit it out loud. From what she had seen lately, they were nowhere near the close friends they had been when she had first met them, all those years ago. And the amount of time Kagami spent in her own classroom was far less than the time she spent in theirs with her, Konata and Miyuki. No wonder Misao felt like she was being ignored.

"Um… I could be your friend…" Tsukasa mumbled.

"Huh?" Misao looked at her, confident golden eyes fixing on innocent blue ones. "You say something Imouto?"

"I could be your friend." Tsukasa repeated slightly louder. "I'd like to be anyway, I promise I won't stop paying attention to you…" She said quickly, red highlighting her cheeks as she looked away in embarrassment.

Tsukasa felt a hand snake around her shoulder and pull her inwards, pressing her against Misao's warm side.

"Aw… your so cute Imouto." She heard a voice say, every word truthful as the fanged girl nuzzled her head into her shorter companions hair playfully. "But you're already my friend, that's why I invited you out here." Misao told her, before glancing to the to her right. "Hey, I see the theatre over there."

"Oh, um... should I call home whilst you get the tickets?"

"If you're that sure they'll let you come…"

"Don't worry Misa-Chan, as long as I can get back they won' t mind."

"Okay, meet you inside by the door?" Misao asked as she turned to head in.

Tsukasa nodded and watched as her newest friend wandered inside, fumbling around in her pockets for money. Looking around for a second she easily found the payphones and reached for her own money, putting it in and calling her house phone.

"Hello, Hiiragi residence. Who's speaking please?" Inori's calm, polite voice asked through the phone.

"Oneechan?"

"Tsukasa? Where are you? I thought you were gonna be home by now." Inori asked, sounding slightly worried.

"I'm still downtown."

"Oh, so when are you coming back?"

"I don't know. I'm gonna go see a movie with Misa-Chan."

"A movie? But its almost five, you won't make it to dinner."

"That's okay, I had a late lunch." Tsukasa assured her, even though she knew that whilst she was full now, by the time the movie ended and she had gotten home she'd be famished. Hopefully Misao would buy them some popcorn or something.

"Well okay, but don't blame me if you get lost in the dark on the way home." Inori warned her. "I'll tell Mom you won't be back for a while."

"Thanks Oneechan."

"Have a nice time."

With that Tsukasa said her goodbyes and hung up, quickly shuffling into the theatre as she felt the first cold breeze of the night blow under her dress.

"Hey Tsukasa, were they okay with it?"

"I spoke to my sister, she said she'd tell my parents."

"Okay, good enough I guess." Misao shrugged. "I got the tickets, but it looks like the films gonna be pretty long…" She said hesitantly. "I mean, you might not get back home for a while, and I know you're tired."

"That's okay Misa-Chan, I told Oneechan not to expect me for a while."

"But you're already exhausted," Misao continued, her voice hesitant. "and we're not that far from the nearest station…"

"I don't mind." The smaller of the girls walked forwards, and in a show of uncharacteristic confidence, pulled her friend by the arm and further into the building, silencing any arguments she could muster.

'You never even asked what the movie was about, but you won't let me go alone…' The fanged girl thought as she was being dragged, though she had no idea whether or not that was something to be happy or just more guilty about.

Well now, finished again. Hope you enjoyed it. And before anyone says, the major reason i made Hiyori Misao's neighbour was to give her another link to the main cast apart from Tsukasa, and because at some point i want Hiyori to attempt to draw Yuri of them. :D

Anyways, hopefully my next chapter will be up next week. However, i can't be sure. Im currently buying my laptop, so that might screw up writing for a few days, plus my next chapter hasn't been going too well. I've had to delete and rewrite a large amount of stuff from that chapter and the next because it just wasn't up to my standard (about six thousand words in total are gone, though still not as bad as another fiction i did which involved me deleting and rewriting around twenty thousand words, occasionally rewriting chapters four or five times).

Thanks for reading, looking forward to your comments!

P.S. This was proof-read at like 1 Am, so tell me if theres any massive mistakes in it, like paragraphs missing and stuff.