Disclaimer: I own nothing of Lucky Star. All characters belong to their original creators.
Originally i planned to end this chapter the moment Misao and Tsukasa kissed. However, i then figured this was really mean, because everyone was nice and reviewed a lot. For that reason, i did two things to be nice. The first is simple, this chapter is double the size of my normal chapters. The second you ask? Well, I have planned a bonus chapter to add onto the end of this one. It will poke into the plot I planned for the next story just a little, and hopefully keep you anxious for more MisaoTsukasa stuff whilst I plan and write (which will take a long time).
Before we start, I'd like to ask you all a question. When I write the new fiction, would you all prefer really long chapters like this or shorter ones, bearing in mind the different amounts of time they will take?
"Ts-Tsukasa!" Inori couldn't think of anything else to say, thinking something terrible had happened.
"Is she alright?" Miki asked, looking a little closer than Inori had, seeing no signs of real harm on her.
"Huh?" Misao took a second to view the scene from someone else's perspective, and guessed what it looked like. "Yeah, she's fine. Just tired."
"Oh thank goodness." The oldest sister said to herself, calming now that she knew the truth.
"Can I come in?" Misao asked.
"Oh, of course. I'm sorry." The mother of the Hiiragi family apologized, moving out of the way and allowing Misao to walk inside.
"Whoa, what happened to Tsukasa?" Matsuri asked as she entered the hall, having heard the commotion from the other room. "Did she fall asleep on the way back or something?"
"Yep." Misao answered, slightly awkwardly. Having people's attention on her was not something that usually bothered her, but when it was attention relating to Tsukasa it made her feel a little nervous. There were some things she didn't need people poking into, like her motives.
"And you carried her here from the station?" Matsuri asked, impressed. "Don't you get off at another stop though?"
"Yeah."
"Well that was extremely kind of you Kusakabe-San, Tsukasa has trouble sometimes with directions." Inori thanked the younger girl politely, before reaching to take her sister from the younger girl's back. "I'll take her to bed, I think she needs it." As Inori touched Misao's arm her hand jumped back from shock at the cold skin. Taking her sister and cradling her in her arms, she couldn't help but notice the way Misao's body slumped now she didn't have to carry her. She was likely just as exhausted as Tsukasa, probably from carrying her all the way there.
"I can't thank you enough for making sure she got home." Tsukasa's mother told her earnestly.
"No problem." Misao said, wondering how many times she had said that today. "She wasn't very heavy or anything. I've got her stuff here too I think." Taking the plastic bags from her arms she winced as she felt the handles pull from her skin.
"Oh my, look at your arms!" Miki said suddenly, looking worried again. Misao looked down and saw the deep red lines that were present where the plastic had pinched into her flesh.
"Oh, guess they were a little heavy." She dismissed the older woman's worries with a shrug, making it clear that if it hurt it didn't bother her. "Oh well, tell Tsukasa I had a great time when she wakes up." The brown haired girl chuckled before making for the door.
"Hey, aren't you gonna get your top back off Tsukasa?" Matsuri asked.
"Nah, she can keep it for tonight. It'll keep her warm in bed and I don't wanna have to wake her." She answered. There was also the fact that Misao knew well that Konata was in the house, and she really didn't want to have to meet her again, let alone stay in the same house for more than a few minutes.
"Are you walking home?" Tsukasa's mother asked, surprised.
"Um… yep."
"Oh no, I can't let you do that." Miki told her, shocked the ragged young girl was even entertaining the idea of walking back home in her state. She didn't say it out loud, but it was apparent at least to Matsuri what her mother was thinking. That Misao looked terrible, and if they let her walk home by herself she'd probably walk into a road in a daze. "You can stay here and have the spare rollout bed in Tsukasa's room." Miki finished, her voice taking on the kindly authoritative tone of a mother.
"Yeah," Matsuri agreed, seeing her mother glance at her - a silent encouragement to back her up.. "Kagami's having a friend over anyway, might as well be two of you."
"I'm not really that tired, really." Misao told her earnestly. The sentence probably would have been more convincing had she not, as she lifted her shopping back onto her arms, unbalanced and fallen over cleanly backwards. Landing heavily on her back with a pained 'oomph'.
"Oh my, are you all right?" Tsukasa's mother asked, kneeling down beside her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Misao answered, rubbing her head where she had banged it and wincing, almost unable to believe she'd done something like that.
"Matsuri, could you call Misao's mother and tell her she's staying here? Her number should be in the phone book."
"'Kay." Her daughter answered, moving off to the phone.
"Don't argue please, you certainly aren't going anywhere after that." Miki said, her voice kind but firm. Eventually Misao conceded, though she was still unsure whether or not to be pleased about staying over. On the one hand, it offered the chance to spend more time around Tsukasa, and she was extremely tired, being built more for sprinting than endurance. On the other, she would have to spend time around Konata and continuously watch herself to make sure she didn't do anything she shouldn't whilst her crush was helpless and asleep.
"Thanks." The brown haired girl said as Tsukasa's mother helped pull her from the floor.
At that point there was the sound of two footsteps coming down the stairs, and Misao watched as Kagami and Konata descended.
"I'll let you girls catch up." Miki said as she returned to the kitchen, happy that everything had turned out alright.
"Hey Kusakabe." Kagami greeted her with, as Konata stood behind watching her curiously. "Inori came up a few seconds ago and told me everything. Thanks for bringing Tsukasa back."
"Did you two remember to get my game?" The short girl behind her asked eagerly, an excited look on her face. Misao reached into her bag and pulled it out, throwing it to Konata without a word.
"What's that?" Kagami asked, curious.
"It's a game I got Tsukasa to buy for me. I've been looking forward to getting it, but I was banned from the only place that sold it around here." Konata answered. She stayed silent for a second, before turning to Kagami and giving the sweetest smile she could muster. "Can I borrow your computer?"
"No." The pigtailed girl answered firmly, immediately growing suspicious with the use of the word 'banned'.
"Come on~~" Konata whined, reaching up to pull on her friend's pigtails lightly.
"I thought I told you not to do that!" Kagami huffed. Misao stood in the background, already feeling a little ignored, but not caring too much if it meant she could somehow sneak away from Konata. Being in the same house was bad enough, but having to actually see Konata and Kagami hanging out? That was her idea of torture. "It doesn't work on me." The older twin assured her friend with a frown.
Still…
"Yeah, if you really want to bother her try poking her sides and tickling her." Misao suggested nonchalantly, doing away with her imaginary rivalry for the time it took for one expert in annoyance to give another a few tips.
"Huh? I thought Tsukasa would be the ticklish one." Konata asked, surprised.
"Nah, they're both as bad as each other." Misao replied. Intensely glad for some reason that she had known something about her friend that Konata hadn't. "You can even make them scream for help if you get them into the right position."
"Don't tell her that!!" Kagami burst out, but knowing the damage was already done. One hand curled around her, and Konata hugged herself close against her friend.
"Aw… poor Kagamin doesn't want me to tickle her?" Konata asked, smirking.
"Of course not." She replied, pushing at the girl attached around her waist before a thought occurred to her. "Hey Kusakabe! How did you find out Tsukasa's that ticklish too?!"
"Same way as I did with you Hiiragi-Chan." Misao said, winking mischievously.
"T-The same way?" Kagami asked, her eyes widening as she remembered the embarrassment that had caused.
"Yeah, by pinning her down and doing it until she couldn't take it anymore." Misao announced with a wide smirk, a warm tingly glow in her stomach as she remembered both occasions.
"Oh-hoh?" The blue haired girl realised she wasn't the only one who registered innuendo in that sentence when she saw the light blush on her friend's face. Or maybe that was blushing at memory? "What secret past do you two have eh?"
"Shut up!" Kagami said angrily. "And don't think perverted things."
"Well, I try. But I'm jealous."
"Wha- Why??" The Tsundere asked, vaguely aware she probably shouldn't have asked.
"Cause Misao here has held both the Hiiragi twins down and made them scream, I usually only get dreams like tha-"
"SHUT UP!!" Their mutual tease shouted even louder, blushing beet red. "Come on, I don't want to have conversations with you two where my family can hear." Kagami huffed, heading upstairs to her room, beckoning her friends to follow her with a sigh. They did, though she noticed how Misao took occasional resentful glances towards her other friend.
It was no secret to her - or almost anyone that knew Misao at all - that the brown haired girl disliked her best friend intensely, often to the point of outright hostility. Konata on the other hadn't didn't seem to actively dislike Misao, but Kagami noticed she had never made any effort to befriend her or even have a lengthy conversation with her, unusual for the naturally friendly teenager. At any rate, the majority of the time they stayed as far away from each other as they could, and in general Kagami tried to help this state of affairs continue. After all, one of the two on their own was bad enough, putting them both together was a terrifying thought that was fast becoming a living nightmare. She only hoped she had the strength to survive the night without breaking down and using one of them to bludgeon the other to death.
Kagami walked into her room and sat down on her bed with a book, taking a potato chip from her table as she did so. Konata entered quickly behind her, taking her place at the PS2 and resuming her game. Misao was the last to come in and deprived of anything interesting to do she leaned against a wall and slowly slumped down, sliding downwards until she finally landed on the floor with a bump. From then her attention shifted from watching Kagami read or watching Konata play videogames, and seeing how well she was doing without any effort in the slightest.
"Wanna play with me?" Konata offered suddenly, and Misao realised she had been looking at the screen too long. She shrugged but got up, even though she could never win against someone so good and probably couldn't have any real fun with Konata. Not unless she made some fun for herself anyway.
"So we meet again shrimp." Misao told her as she sat down, putting on a voice that was as deep and villainous as her naturally singsong vocal cords could get to. "You are foolish if you think you shall escape this confrontation alive!"
"Eh?" Konata asked innocently, sounding confused.
"You two can carry on your routine here, I'm going to the bathroom." Kagami told them, excusing herself. The moment she had left the room Konata's head whipped to the side - her long hair following its master under a three second time lag - so she was facing her opponent.
"It is you who are foolish, for I will be victorious!" Konata returned under the same villainous guise, which worked even less for someone who looked like the worlds laziest little girl. She laughed as deeply as she could, trying to mimic the stereotypical bad guy.
"Then let us do battle, the game shall decide which is the better player!" Misao pressed start, and the game began. Their two fighters raised their fists at each other.
"Poor misguided Misao, you fail to realise I was the winner before we even began." One character on the screen launched into action, beating the other in an elaborate combo before striking it across the arena. From there Konata only increased her onslaught, stopping just before the death point for gloating rights before she could move in for the kill.
"How's that Fang-Chan" Misao turned to look at her, the evil villain look on her face as she repeated Konata's earlier line.
"Poor misguided midget."
"Huh?"
"You fail to realise I switched the controllers ages ago." For the last part Misao's normal voice returned and she stuck her tongue out in a taunt. Konata's mouth flew open and she looked closer at the screen. It was true, below her name was the red blinking light that claimed only seven percent of her life was left.
"Wha?? When??" Konata stuttered, trying to remember any moment where her opponent had even been within a metre of the console. None came to mind.
Whilst Misao sucked at videogames she was evidently a lot better at sneaking around.
"You can't win now ya know." Misao taunted. In a flash Konata had switched the controllers back, so she was the right person again.
"Wanna bet?" She asked, readying her fighter for combat.
A few minutes later, Konata was victorious and it was Misao's turn to stare at the screen in shock. Eventually she gave up trying to make sense of it and stood, strolling over to Kagami's bed and sitting down on it heavily, with a large childish frown across her face.
An ordinary person might have seen the obvious signs of sulking and left her alone, but there wasn't a normal person in the room.
Konata crawled from where she had been playing the game over to the bed, putting her head on Misao's knee like a cat.
"You don't like me much do you?" The smaller girl asked simply.
"No." Misao responded entirely truthfully, not bothering to push the short girl's head from her.
"Not at all?" The girl on the bed tensed ever so slightly as Konata began to nuzzle her knee, completely unused to the sensation of someone else being the initiator to whatever this could be considered as. She didn't allow anything to show however, knowing the whole point was for Konata to see if she could bother her.
"Nope."
"Oh well." Konata shrugged and upon the lack of reaction stopped her strange behaviour, standing upright and looking thoughtful for a second. "Is Kagamin still in the bathroom?" It had been a bit long hadn't it? She poked her head out the door and checked, sure enough the door was closed.
"Wonder what she's doing in there." Misao said suggestively, despite her company.
"Wanna go find out?" Konata offered cheerfully.
Misao sat still on the bed, trying to keep her annoyed persona up as long as she could before it shattered at the mouth watering idea of both infuriating Kagami and seeing her in a compromising pose.
"Yeah, I really do." She admitted, standing up suddenly. "But I still don't like you!" The brown haired girl followed with immediately.
"That's okay," Konata replied shrugging. "I don't really like you either."
The two of them walked from the room, an unlikely alliance eager to cause more mischief.
Kagami exited the room, hearing someone announcing something in an evil voice but ignoring it. She would let Misao and Konata have their squabbles. Hopefully they would get too wrapped up in one another to bother her.
Before going to the bathroom, the older Hiiragi twin decided to check in on her sister in her room, and snuck in quietly, making sure not to wake her. Inori had drawn the curtains before tucking her in, but whilst she had tucked the small girl in she hadn't undressed her. Kagami considered doing it herself, but she didn't want to have to wake her up. Besides, it wasn't as if Misao would urgently need the hooded shirt she had given to her.
Standing beside her sister, Kagami wasn't sure whether to sigh or laugh as she saw the slightly younger girl was actually sucking her thumb. She ended up going for an amused sigh, wondering how it was Tsukasa had turned out like she had. It wasn't like she was a complete kid, Kagami knew that most of the more adult orientated things she knew her sister knew too, and whilst she was never sure what Konata had told her sister before she had started hanging out in their classroom more she still had suspicions. But to see her lying there sucking her thumb and dressed in the same style of full length pyjamas from years ago (things she also wore, but still…) it was hard not to roll her eyes.
Intent on trying to mature her sister somehow, she pulled the girl's hand from her mouth and layed it on the pillow beside her, before exiting the room.
As she entered the bathroom, locked the door and sat down, she couldn't help but feel thankful to Misao for being so kind to her sister. Whatever had caused her sudden interest in making friends she wasn't sure, but the pigtailed girl was sure that as long as she didn't play her tricks, there were a lot worse friends in the world than Misao.
After a few seconds Kagami was sure she hear something - speech coming from outside the door. Listening carefully, she heard a few snippets of a conversation.
"So, how are we supposed to get in?" It sounded like Misao.
"If you jiggle it and hit the door just right, the lock clips right back." That was undeniably Konata.
"Kay… so where do you hit it?"
"There, and there." Outside, there was a slight tapping at Konata's fingernails clicked on the wood of the door.
In an instant, the two girls burst through a door that was now only previously secured, and their eyes locked with Kagami. Two previously confident teenagers realised that whilst they had planned this part out pretty well, they hadn't dedicated any time to exactly what they would do after breaking in. Planning ahead was really something that happened to other people.
"GET OUT!!!" Kagami roared through a progressively redder face, causing the other two to scatter like petrified mice. 'I take back everything nice I thought about you Kusakabe!!' She growled in her own mind. 'And I've never had anything nice to say about that other brat! I'm going to kill you both!!'
"Where are you two!?!" Kagami all but shouted as she entered her room, furious at her two torturers. "I know you're in here! There's no where else you can go!" The angered girl told them as she saw her room was mysteriously empty.
"Kagami!" A voice called nervously in from the hallway, and the girl in question realised it was her mother. "We're all going to bed now dear, would you mind if you kept the noise down?"
"'Kay Mom." She called back, making sure not to betray her complete and consuming anger to her family. Turning back into the room, she continued her venting as quietly as she could. "How could you two do that?" She hissed at the empty room. "How would one of you like it?"
"I wouldn't mind." A previously innocent looking bed told her in Misao's voice.
"I'd let you in myself." The same area told her, though in Konata's voice instead.
"I know where you are." The Tsundere told them, her left eye developing a slightly worrying twitch.
"Crap." The voices proclaimed together.
Kagami leapt onto her bed and pulled the covers across. There, in the gap where the bed met the wall, a larger space had been pushed open. Inside Misao and Konata had hidden themselves, picking the only spot they could think of individually before finding the other had thought of it too and just going with the idea anyway. The result was two girls who could barely move, trying to hide behind one another and hoping Kagami didn't start 'physically educating' them.
"Why did you do that??" Kagami asked the duo in her embarrassed but angry growl.
"Um…" Konata began - instantly loosing credibility. "We were worried, you'd been gone a long time."
"Worried? You two are just perverts!" Kagami claimed, making sure her voice didn't get loud enough for her family to hear easily. "I've got news for you! I'm not here for your amusement!" She growled.
"Yeah, you're for my homework too." The shortest girl there agreed, earning herself a barely restrained rap on the head. Kagami looked across, waiting for Misao to make a smart comment.
"Hey, don't look at me. For me, you are here just for my amusement." The rap across the head was significantly harder than Konata's had been. In fact, it could be more accurately called a light punch.
"If you two are this desperate to do perverted stuff, go do what normal girls do and find some guys instead!"
"Ah, who needs guys." Misao huffed. Kagami rolled her eyes at her long time friend, already aware that she had never been interested in romantic situations. Konata stared at the girl she was sharing her hiding space with for a few seconds, before shrugging it off.
"Well why me? You don't do this stuff to Ayano!" The older twin complained.
"That's because Ayano terrifies me when she's mad." Misao answered, and it took a few seconds for the other girls to realise there had been no joking in her voice. "Your reactions are just funny."
"She's right Kagamin. You always react in fun ways." Konata agreed.
"Be quiet whilst I think of a way to punish you." Kagami said exhaustedly.
"Kay, well whilst you're doing that I'm gonna go set up my futon and go to sleep." Misao announced them, a small yawn giving a show of how tried she was. "Your mom said it was in Tsukasa's room right?"
"Hey, don't think you're getting out of this that easily!" Kagami told her, still angry. It was useless though. In one smooth movement Misao jumped out from the hiding space and slipped between her arm, unbalancing her friend as she went. The Hiiragi shouted as she unbalanced and feel onto Konata's stomach with an 'oomph', sending out a random kick that her fanged friend was just able to dodge.
"Kusakabe…" She growled as fearsomely as was possible whilst mixed up in a tangle of limbs with Konata.
"You two enjoy each other." Misao said, giving them a mischievous wink before strolling out of the room confidently. "I'm sure Konata can suggest the punishment." She called before the door was closed.
"Ah…" Konata gave a quiet sound of pain as an elbow poked her in the chest. "Kagamin, you're hurting me." She explained, trying to shift her position.
"Sorry, you okay?" The Tsundere asked on reflex and moved her elbow away, before remembering how infuriated she was. "Wait, you deserve it you demon!"
"Yeah yeah, just be careful if you're gonna punish me like that. I don't have any cushioning there like you." Konata replied cheerfully, poking Kagami firmly in the chest.
"This isn't funny!" Kagami said as she slapped the hand away.
"Nah, you're right." The blue haired teenager agreed, before an evil smile made its way onto her face. "But this is…"
"What?" Kagami asked, finding herself unable to back away when they were still so entangled.
"Tickle fight!!"
"No! No! No!" Kagami shrieked as her friend attacked, shouting curses against both her friends between her unwilling giggling.
Tsukasa stirred in her sleep, moving around uncomfortably before she finally awoke. As her senses came to her the young girl recoiled in disgust as she realised she was drenched in sweat. Droplets covered her forehead and her neck, it ran in rivulets down her back and soaked into patches under her arms, in the small of her back and in between her legs, giving a fundamentally unpleasant feeling of dirtiness over her entire body.
The second thing she felt was the emptiness in her stomach and a rumbling as she felt intense hunger, having missed her evening meal completely.
Tsukasa realised that whoever had brought her here hadn't undressed her, so she was still clothed in her dress and even Misao's hooded sweatshirt. The central heating system seemed to be on full blast - probably turning itself on when it sensed the cold and getting turned up by a still chilly family member - and on top of all that she was still wrapped in the layers of blankets and covers she usually needed to keep warm. The result was simple, whilst the outside of the house was a freezer, the inside of her room and her bed especially felt like a stifling oven.
Too tired and hot to take the clothes off, she settled for trying to kick the covers off but only managed to push them down slightly as she found they had been tucked tightly into the sides of her bed. 'I'll never get back to sleep now…' She moaned in her head. 'Its too hot!' Turning to her side she tried to take more of her body from the sweat drenched mattress below her. In her new position she could see two extra things, one was her alarm clock which told her it was past midnight, a time she couldn't stay up to. The other was the empty futon a little under a metre from her bed, seemingly abandoned.
As soon as she noticed it she began to hear footprints coming towards her room. The door opened slowly as someone entered, before closing tighter than before and letting in even less light than there had been.
"Oh, Imouto. Did I wake you?" Misao's voice greeted her, coming from a dark outline she could see lithely making its way across the room towards her.
"Misa-Chan?" Tsukasa asked happily.
"Yep."
"But weren't you going to walk home?"
"Yeah, I stayed over." The silhouette told her. "I kinda hurt all over so I couldn't walk home."
"I'm glad." Tsukasa said quietly, before she realised what she had said. "A-About you staying over, not about you being hurt!" She explained, her face reddening slightly.
"Well, I hope ya don't mind me sleeping in your room." Misao said smiling.
"Not at all." Tsukasa shook her head out of force of habit, knowing Misao couldn't possibly see her. "Um… Misa-Chan? Could you turn the light on? Its strange talking to someone I can't see." Misao chuckled, wondering to herself if Tsukasa really was afraid of the dark.
The petite girl blinked a few times as the room filled with light , letting her eyes adjust to the sudden change.
"Oh, sorry. I had to borrow this to get a glass of water." Misao apologized as she sat down on the end of the bed, and Tsukasa saw she had borrowed her dressing gown. The belt remained untied however, the only thing keeping it closed was the fact that was how Misao had draped it.
"That's okay." Tsukasa said, blushing slightly as she wondered to herself exactly what Misao was wearing underneath the fabric. The dressing gown ended halfway down her legs, revealing the bare tanned limbs to her, and telling her she wasn't wearing much in the way of nightclothes.
"Really warm in here isn't it?"
"Yeah…" Tsukasa agreed tiredly, squirming uncomfortably against the sweat soaked sheets she was lying on. "I haven't been this hot in ages."
"Water?" Misao offered, pointing to the glass she had put down on the table in the middle of the room. Tsukasa sat up in her bed, the idea of a drink heaven to her heat ravaged body. Misao stood up and moved to get it, holding it out for her. Tsukasa drank the pleasantly cool water deeply, glad it was a big glass so she wouldn't feel guilty for leaving Misao without any. Her friend smiled and leaned forwards, happy to see Tsukasa enjoying something she had given her. The dressing gown around her chest fell open slightly as she did so, though she didn't pay it any attention.
As she drank Tsukasa glanced up at her friend. Instantly her eyes widened and she breathed in out of shock, immediately inhaling a lungful of water. The young girl spluttered into the glass and began coughing heavily, almost dropping the glass before Misao managed to steady her hand and take it from her, only spilling a few drops on the duvet. In a flash she had put it back on the table and was patting Tsukasa on the back, under the logic that you could probably treat coughing up water the same way as you could choking.
"You okay Imouto?" Misao asked, worry evident on her face.
"Uh-huh." She managed to get out, still coughing slightly. Once again she glanced to her side, trying to confirm what she had seen, before both embarrassment and sheer will made her fix her eyes firmly forward again. In an instant her earlier thought about what Misao was wearing underneath was answered, a pair of panties and nothing else. The parting of the fabric revealed a line of bare flesh down her chest, falling across a toned and still tan stomach until it reached a thin pair of cotton underwear, similar - but far less substantial - to the ones she was wearing herself. The sides of the dressing gown only just covered Misao's areola, leaving almost half of each small breast free to meet the air.
Tsukasa's blush increased, and she was sure she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. Misao carried on as carelessly as always, assuming that Tsukasa's strange appearance was caused only by the coughing fit.
"Did you breathe in some water?" She asked, concerned.
"Yeah." Tsukasa said, finding she had to look at her friend when she was speaking to avoid being rude "But I'm fine now." She reassured her, wiping a little bit of liquid from her lips. Whilst Misao had never once shown any problems with showing her body to her, Tsukasa had to wonder whether this was because she didn't care if people saw her naked, or whether she was the only person the taller girl was so comfortable around.
"That's good. I'll get you your own glass if you like?" As Misao shifted beside her on the bed, the fabric covering her right breast fell away by another tantalising millimetre, and the smaller girl was shocked to find herself actually having to fight her own mind not to simply reach out and pull it from her.
"N-No, I'm fine thank you." Tsukasa managed to say, unsure how to react but well aware she was sweating again. Every so often, she took another look at the bare flesh, unable to quench her feelings but trying to with simple glances.
It wasn't like she had never seen other girls naked before. In fact at one point or another she had seen all her sisters, her mother, Konata, Miyuki and even her teacher and Konata's cousin without their clothes on. And of course in a nervous way she'd been interested, especially in seeing how they looked in comparison to herself. But this was not interest, and she wasn't comparing herself to Misao. She was just staring at her.
Despite everything, Tsukasa was not naïve, not entirely. Of course, for a long time she had been sheltered from any thoughts or materials even related to sex. For a while she had been completely unaware there were even such things as girls who loved other girls. The big change had of course come when she met a girl called Konata Izumi.
It was not an understatement to say that Konata had shaped a significant part of Tsukasa's shift into womanhood, answering every one of her nervous questions honestly, without judgement nor any of the teasing that was so her trademark. She had also leant out some of her less racy but still more adult orientated manga, thinking - rightly as it happened - that giving Tsukasa the material in a medium she'd understand was a good way to explain some of the basic concepts to her without embarrassing the hell out of her.
After that, she focused on giving her general advice when asked for it, right up to the moment where Kagami had gotten involved in their daily meetings and the small girl had begged her not to mention any of it for fear of being judged. Now they had their more private conversations by email instead.
Among the gems of wisdom she had been educated was lesson 101: 'How to recognize a crush'. It had been her first question ever to her new friend, asked by a far more innocent Tsukasa long ago when she discovered how knowledgeable Konata was.
'I have one.'
'It's on Misa-Chan.'
The two thoughts passed through her mind, and she found that the realisation of the fact was not as shocking to her as it should have been. Instead of surprise or fear or worry, there was only a strange form of acceptance, a feeling so pleasantly calm and carefree she hardly felt like she was herself. Of course, Tsukasa knew well that this was not the first time she had felt some level of attraction for her friend, ever since that first compromising position in her sister's room something had been there. 'I guess I really shouldn't be surprised then.' She thought to herself. 'I know I feel this way, this is just the first time I've admitted it.'
"Aren't you hot in there Imouto?" Misao asked suddenly, gesturing to the thick covers and breaking the girl from her thoughts.
"Oh, yeahs. I was going to push them off before you came in but I couldn't." Tsukasa told her. Misao wandered over to her, the dressing gown still swaying slightly but never showing more than that small amount of chest. Idly, as if it was hardly worth her thought, one of Misao's hands shifted the dressing gown so it covered her more, though it almost immediately went back to how it was previously.
"Someone tucked your blanket into the side of the bed." The taller girl told her, looking down at the side of the bed. "You couldn't push this off?" She laughed.
"I've only just woken up!" Tsukasa protested, embarrassed at her lack of strength. "Its not my fault I couldn't." Trying to prove her wrong, Tsukasa struggled at pushing the duvet from her bed but failed miserably.
"Okay okay, don't hurt yourself." Misao said as she pulled the sheets from where they had been tucked in the side of the bed. Tsukasa sighed happily as a gust of cold air was sent under the stifling covers before Misao lifted them off completely. Looking up at her, Tsukasa saw Misao standing there with a look of confusion.
"If you're gonna wear your clothes for bed, then no wonder you're hot." She eventually said, putting the duvet at the end of the bed. "Come on," The taller girl told her, putting her hand out. "If you carry on wearing my sweatshirt then you'll roast to death no matter how little else you have." Tsukasa nodded in agreement and took the offered hand, knowing it to be true and wanting to get out of the sweat drenched clothes. Misao quickly pulled her to her feet from the bed, and began to look around for Tsukasa's pyjamas.
"Hey Imouto, where're your night things?"
"Um… they're under the bed." Tsukasa told her, as still drowsy and unresponsive hands fumbled with the sweatshirt, trying and failing to pull it over herself properly. Misao placed the younger girl's clothes behind her on the bed, and frowned as she saw her struggle with undressing.
"Here, let me." She said finally, smiling as she gave an over the top sigh of exasperation.
"Th-Thanks." Tsukasa answered, looking embarrassed at her feebleness in the face of exhaustion. Tsukasa held her arms above her head and taking the cue, the taller girl reached to her hips, where the sweatshirt hung loosely. Moving her hands to grab at it, she pulled it up over Tsukasa's head and arms slowly, so she didn't hurt her in case her head got stuck.
The young girl sighed as she was released from the hot fabric, but the pleasant feeling was almost immediately ruined as she felt the thin sweat dampened sundress cling to her skin, somehow more so than when she had been covered by the sweatshirt. For now Misao ignored it however, instead moving her so that she was sitting on the side of the bed. The yellow eyed girl kneeled down and moved her hands along Tsukasa's leg, hooking one finger under her sock and pulling it down from her ankle. She did the same again and in no time the smaller girl's toes were free.
The tiny digits curled under her curious gaze - each one painted with nail polish - and Misao couldn't help but think they looked inexplicably cute.
"Wanna do the rest yourself Imouto? Or do you still want help?" She asked, expecting her to decline. Instead of that however, Tsukasa gave a small nod.
"Th-That'd be nice…" She replied quietly.
The taller girl looked surprised, and opened her mouth to try and get herself out of it, knowing - or rather not knowing - what she might do with an undressed Tsukasa placed so tantalisingly in front of her.
"If you don't mind…" The embarrassed twin said quickly, looking disappointed. Her face was red, and her eyes wouldn't keep fixed on hers for longer than a few seconds, but she still had a small smile on her face.
"I don't mind." Misao replied on reflex, mentally reprimanding herself for thinking sexually when her friend wanted help. It made sense after all, Tsukasa was obviously still exhausted. There was no point in making her undress herself when this was so much quicker.
"Oh! But you have to promise to keep your eyes closed." She mumbled embarrassedly, trying to get up the courage to look her friend straight in the eyes but failing. "I didn't wear any bra today…" She trailed off, her cheeks burning red. The smaller girl could have stopped the entire situation at any moment, but truly didn't want to.
"Oh, okay. Promise." Misao told her, before she disarmed any shame Tsukasa could have been feeling with her next sentence. "By the way, neither did I." She whispered whilst giving a wink, causing her friend to blush red and smile sheepishly - glad to know other girls did it sometimes too.
Tsukasa took a deep breath as Misao stood back up and she did the same, though she only came up to the taller girl's chin. Misao took a step closer to her, standing only a few inches in front and put her arms out. As she felt the fingers brush her sides her heart sped up, and she felt a warm tingling sensation in the depths of her stomach. For a few seconds more Misao smiled at her, before she closed her eyes.
Now that she had closed her eyes, Tsukasa found herself watching her friend carefully, feeling a smile on her face as she watched her caring features. She wished she had the confidence to look her straight in the eyes once in a while, instead of loosing her will and looking at her feet or something else.
Misao lifted her hands and pressed them to Tsukasa's sides, realising the main fault of being unable to see was that she would have to do everything by touch. Slowly - taking her time so as not to shock the smaller girl - she trailed her hands downward, feeling as she did Tsukasa's soft skin through the thin dress.
"Ah! M-Misa-Chan!" Tsukasa laughed involuntarily as she her friend involuntarily tickled her.
"Sorry Imouto." Misao smirked, though in reality she wasn't at all for hearing that adorable laugh. For the next few minutes, Misao delighted in running her hands down the younger girl's body as slowly as possible, giggling at every stifled sound her willing victim made as she did so.
Tsukasa knew precisely what Misao was doing from the badly hidden grin that was plastered on her face, but didn't try to stop her nor did she want her to stop. Even as she realised the other girl had abandoned her pretense and was now simply touching her she didn't make any signs for to stop, guiltily enjoying the tingling sensation that came with the gentle brush of Misao's hands.
Misao kneeled down, her face level with her friends's stomach, and as those same hands finally reached her hips and slowly began to round them Tsukasa let out a barely audible squeak. She felt the heat across her face and thanked the fact Misao couldn't see her, though she was surprised to see as she looked down the light tinge of pink across her friend's face too.
The petite teenager bit her lip and cooed as she felt a thumb move around and brush teasingly at her inner thigh, making small pleasant circles only centimetres away from her most private area. In the back of her mind, she remembered Konata once telling her that aroused women let off a scent, and found herself hoping that the tingling feeling below her stomach wasn't arousal like she suspected. Or if it was that Misao wouldn't notice it from her position.
As stated earlier, Tsukasa was still innocent and inexperienced but not entirely naïve. She knew very well a line had been crossed some time ago, where friendly teasing and playfulness had ended and something completely different had started. Something she'd never experienced being done to her, but that she was enjoying a lot.
As the petite teenager saw a strange expression cross Misao's face - hesitation mixed with a rare look of worry - she realised Misao had reached the same conclusion. To Tsukasa's shameful disappointment the fanged girl's touch from that point on lacked any of the teasing brushing motions of before - even with such sensitive areas within her reach.
Finally Misao's hands reached the bottom of the sundress, and for a few seconds she stayed there, fingering the fabric almost nervously.
"Ready Imouto?"
"Uh-huh."
Slowly, taking her time so as not to shock the smaller girl, Misao lifted the dress's skirt up.
Tsukasa shivered and closed her eyes tightly as she felt the fabric lift from her legs, pulling upwards towards her hips. As it passed them she relished in the feeling of being free of the clammy material, but also blushed deeply at what she had put herself into, still unsure what she had hoped to accomplish.
She was silent until the dress was pulled over her chest, whereupon she had to bite her lower lip hard to prevent a loud moan. The soft fabric brushed tantalisingly against rapidly hardening nipples, pink nubs standing to attention and fully sensitive.
But all too soon the restrictive dress was pulled over her head and suddenly Misao had no more reason to touch her. The taller girl took a step backward, waiting to see if she'd get any more instructions, and Tsukasa almost reached to pull her hands back. There was nothing at that moment in time she really wanted more than to feel that touch return to her.
Shaking her head of the thoughts Tsukasa folded her arms in front of her chest with a deep burning blush, feeling suddenly exposed with good reason.
She turned, picking her pyjamas up from the bed with one hand whilst still covering her breasts with the other, all the while bizarre thoughts going through her mind. Simple fantasies, romantic but befittingly tame of a girl who was not in possession of a particularly sexual mind, played havoc through her mind.
The small girl shook her head rapidly, trying to get rid of both the images and the blush that spread across her cheeks and down her body. She put the top of her nightclothes on, but didn't button it, leaving it open just like Misao's was.
Tsukasa glanced backwards, just for a moment at her crush. Was there a possibility she was feeling the same way about her? It made sense after all. Sure, some of Misao's actions could be simply friendly actions. But others were beyond normal friendship, like the way the fanged girl had been touching her just a few minutes before, or the way she had constantly tried to comfort her when she was upset.
Everything could be explained by assuming her friend felt something deeper, stronger than normal friendship.
"H-Hey, Misa-Chan?" Tsukasa asked uncertainly, her voice subdued but curious. "Why do you help me so much?"
"Huh?"
"We haven't been friends very long, and we hardly know anything about one another. But you've been really nice to me." Tsukasa mumbled, trying to muster the courage to look at Misao's face as she spoke. "You've cheered me up, and bought me stuff, and you even carried me home. Why?"
Misao hardly even had to think about it.
"Because, I care about you Imouto." Her answer was short, but no more warmth could have been put into the tone had she tried. Tsukasa looked upwards at the girls face, her eyes wide and questioning, and she saw Misao's smile. It was no grin of mischief or smirk of triumph, it was the gentle smile she showed only once in a while. Tsukasa realised now exactly what it meant. Every time she used it, she was saying that sentence to someone close to her. 'I care about you'.
How many other people did she regularly give that smile to? Somehow, Tsukasa doubted the number was a high one.
"Y-You do?" Tsukasa asked, small tears coming to the edges of the emotional girl's eyes.
"Uh-huh." Misao nodded. "I don't want bad stuff to happen to you, and it makes me feel happy to know I helped you." She admitted. "That's why I like it when you rely on me." She finished, wishing she could open her eyes and see how the petite girl had reacted to what she had said.
Tsukasa couldn't help but smile at Misao's admission, feeling touched by her words. As she wiped away the dampness in her eyes with the edge of her sleeve, the petite girl took a few steps forward, until she was only a few inches away from her friend.
For a while Tsukasa just looked at her, one hand keeping the pyjama shirt closed the other pressed over her heart, feeling her rapid heartbeat and knowing who was causing it. She looked at her friend's face, admiring how cute it looked to her, how kind and calming it was. She looked downwards, and felt the heat on her cheeks and the now familiar tingling in her stomach as she saw the flesh the dressing gown didn't hide. Finally, her eyes fixed on the other girl's mouth, to those soft pink lips.
Slowly, unsure exactly of how to do it at first, Tsukasa leaned upwards and kissed Misao on those soft inviting lips. It was not a passionate kiss, nor was it particularly well executed, it was simply the expression of a young girl's stored emotion. She held it for a moment, before leaning back onto the balls of her feet.
Misao opened her eyes.
"Imouto?" She breathed, amazed. Tsukasa looked at the floor in embarrassment, her face burning red but a smile on her face. With uncharacteristic gentleness Misao took the shy girls chin in her hands and moved it so she could look into her eyes. "Are you sure about this?" Misao asked her, her tone more serious than ever, to the point Tsukasa hoped she'd never have to use it again.
"I'm sure." The small girl told her shakily, her deep blue eyes showing her conviction.
"You're not confused?" Misao asked, and then - though she didn't say it aloud - she added to herself 'You're not pretending?' A throwback to a time long ago.
"I'm sure." Tsukasa repeated, not breaking her stare.
Misao nodded, and smiled the 'I care' smile she adored.
She leaned downwards, Tsukasa leaned upwards. They met in the middle.
The blue eyed girl shivered at the feeling as she felt Misao's mouth on her own, the sudden tingling sensation sparking across her lips as the other girl pressed her own against hers. Then another as she did it again, and another. For the first few minutes they did nothing else, their kisses getting longer and more intense as they adjusted to one another. Tsukasa closed her eyes and whined as she felt Misao bite her bottom lip gently, a sign she wanted her to open her mouth. The girl complied immediately, willing to do anything to continue the pleasure. As her lips parted she felt Misao's tongue enter her, slowly moving up and down against her own.
'My first kiss!' Tsukasa thought excitedly, and then - because even their family had some form of competitiveness - she thought: 'I can't believe I got my first kiss before Oneechan!'
The small girl responded to the kiss as passionately as she could, licking at the soft velvet flesh as she kissed its owner, making increasingly loud whines and moans that went straight to her partner's sex. Misao let out a throaty moan, and Tsukasa felt her beginning to explore with more than her lips, as one hand began slowly rubbing up and down her hip and playing with the side of her underwear. Tsukasa gave a small embarrassed 'eep' as the other snaked around and grabbed firmly onto the flesh of one of her buttocks.
"You okay?" Misao gasped as she broke the kiss to ask her, thinking she had gone too fast she removed her hands.
"I'm fine." Tsukasa assured her, though she was blushing. "Um… you can put those back if you want…" She mumbled quietly, embarrassed even by saying it.
"Sorry Imouto," Misao began with a smirk, her voice mischievous. "I can't remember where they were. Maybe you can move them for me?" Tsukasa was now redder than ever, but she did as asked and placed one of the hands back on her behind.
"Th-There."
"And the other one?" The tanned girl crooned, leaning in closer with a smile. "Of course, it doesn't have to be the place it was before."
Tsukasa nodded and took the other hand in her own shaky one, moving it and eventually placing it on her inner thigh, glancing up at her friend to for reassurance. She got it in a kiss as their lips met again, as all the while Misao played with the flesh within her grasp. Tsukasa squeaked a few times as her friend trailed fingers up and down her thigh, but quickly found herself enjoying the sensation. The warm tingle below her stomach continued, and she was certain now that this was what arousal felt like.
Eventually Tsukasa grew bolder herself, and taking a deep breath reached her hands into the dressing gown that protected the fanged teenager's decency even as she continued the kiss.
Misao mewled into her mouth as tentative and inexperienced fingers rubbed over her bare nipples. The slightly shorter girl stared directly at her as they kissed, wide blue eyes searching her face for her reactions and enjoying what she saw. Her grip on the rock hard nubs increased as she realised Misao's sounds got louder as she squeezed them harder, to the point where she was doing so to a painful degree. The tanned girl made gasping sounds, feeling her knees get weak, struggling to avoid making too loud a sound as she enjoyed the rough treatment she was being given.
She forced herself to open her eyes, and found herself staring Tsukasa in the face, the small girl's innocent expression as she caused so much intense pleasure was more arousing than anything before it. She snapped.
Tsukasa got a surprise as in an instant and without any warning Misao pushed her aggressively onto the bed, so that half of her lay on her back and the other half was on the floor. She stood between her legs, preventing Tsukasa from hiding her private spot with anything more than the thin cotton underwear and however much of her pyjama top could be pulled down to cover herself. The smaller girl looked up in fear, thinking she had done something terribly wrong until she felt Misao's hand, idly trailing up and down her bare leg with the tips of her fingers.
At that moment, the younger girl looked up and saw a look of complete and utter desire. Heavy lidded eyes, slightly parted lips, a heaving chest as her friend tried to contain herself.
The taller girl grabbed her wrists roughly and pinned them to her sides, forcing her to submit and kissing her even more passionately than before. Tsukasa had to gasp breaths when she could as Misao's kisses became longer and more forceful, unable to do anything but meet the soft lips. As the tanned girl changed position to kneel on the bed she moved her knees underneath Tsukasa's legs and pushed them right up to the smaller girl's hips, to the point where the girl's limbs were more or less forced upwards into the air either side of her. Tsukasa accepted her fate almost instantly and wrapped her legs around Misao's back, willingly submitting to her whilst holding her closer than ever.
"M-Misa-Chan!" Tsukasa panted as Misao left her mouth and began kissing harder and harder up and down her neck. Without even bothering to use her hands, the fanged girl took the unbuttoned shirt's collar in her mouth and pulled it away and down, the pale skin of Tsukasa's neck her reward. Hardly able to suppress her purr, Misao kissed and sucked at the exposed flesh before drawing a long line upwards with her tongue from the shoulder to just below her ear, eventually culminating with her nibbling the girl's earlobe gently.
"Enjoying this Imouto?" Misao whispered to her, her voice thick with lust as she performed her various actions. Tsukasa could make no other response but a positive moan, a sound that made Misao smirk. She leaned back in for another kiss, and flicked her tongue over Tsukasa's lips, teasing the sensitive opening. She gave another, and another, delighting in the way that Tsukasa lifted her body from the bed to try and follow the pleasant sensation.
Finally, she moved her lips only an inch above Tsukasa's and waited for the other girl to kiss her, wanting her to be the initiator. The small girl below her responded almost instantly, and they collapsed on the bed together again - Misao releasing the girl's arms and legs, ending their temporary power play.
Their session lasted a long time afterwards, though they had to keep quiet enough to ensure no one was woken upand it was once again mainly restricted to kissing, Misao's lust temporarily sated and kept back by the concentration what little self-restraint she possessed. Eventually however the two needed to catch their breath and stopped, lying beside one another on the bed, breathing heavily. Misao looked up at the ceiling as she panted, her flushed face showing utter contentment as her thighs squeezed together, the pressure a poor substitute for what she so wished she could do right now. Tsukasa rolled onto her side to face her, still taking deep breaths and amazed at the intensity of the entire experience. The feeling in her sex was not entirely unfamiliar to her, but at no time had it ever been this strong, She moved across slightly, and lay her head on Misao's arm.
Suddenly Tsukasa's stomach growled at them, and the girl was reminded of how long it had been since she had last eaten.
"Hungry Imouto?" Misao chuckled.
"Yeah." She admitted.
"Well, I think I saw some good food left out when I was down there. I'm sure your parents won't mind if its you eating it." The tanned girl told her as she got up and stretched. "If not, I'll see what I can make you."
"No, wait Misa-Chan, I can't make you do that." Tsukasa sat up and tried to get Misao to lie back down. "I'm not that hungry, really."The taller girl turned and smiled at her.
"Imouto, what did I say before? I like helping you." She told the girl with a smile. "So don't stop me."
"O-Okay." The smaller girl replied shyly.
"I'll be back in a bit." Misao announced, before kissing her lightly on the lips and walking out of the door.
Tsukasa watched her go, and smiled. Three days had passed since she had first encountered Misao properly, and they had been… interesting.
The young girl had to wonder, what would the next few days bring?
She had no idea.
So, a lot of stuff happened this chapter. I'm sorry to say i took some of this from real life happenings. That bathroom thing was something my old friend loved doing for some reason (I never really wanted to ask her why) and well... yeah.
Anyway, i wasn't sure how to label the rating after this chapter. There are some small sexual references, but its not actual sex (i know, i led you on, but they ain't ready for that) so i'm pretty sure it isnt M. I also don't want to give people the impression this story ends in a lemon, itd be disappointing for them.