(H-Heh... Hi guys... How's it been, time sure... Flies. Was just relaxing and thought to look at the date, thinking about when I should write this chapter. Ain't it funny how it's been two months. Yeah... No excuse really, I've tried to write this chapter around four or five times, just never could pull it off. Don't know why, but that's how it was, and then I kinda drifted off. In that time, I've gained quite a few more followers who I'd like to give a shoutout to. Those awesome people are: Kirito Sjoback, Y0shiart1, Rumby, Rusbat97, and WhoNeedsPenNamesWhenIGothis. I appreciate the new follows, and of course thanks to my first three followers. My apologies to all of you for the horrible delay, but, as always, I hope you enjoy this chapter!)

"X=Pinv*^q + 17 - 5(pp/22) + 66 in base 4 in the mod of 241, find the value of X... WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" She slammed her fist against the heavy math textbook, before cringing and holding it in her other hand. "Ow... That hurt more than the science one..."

"E-Erm... Kyou? Are you okay...?" Ryou opened her sister's door, peeking her head through the opening. This was the fourth time her sister had had an outburst during her summer homework by her count.

"Y-Yeah... I'm fine... But if I get another problem like this, this entire book is going out the window... Let's skip that one..."

"We just got that window replaced Kyou, let me at least open it..." She opened the door completely and walked over to the bedroom's window, sliding it up. The chill of the night air greeted her, and she quickly shied away from it. "So... I made some Paella if you want to come eat some..."

"YOU made Paella? Did you happen to taste any of it before offering it to me?" Kyou turned around in her chair to face her sister. Unlike herself, Ryou wasn't a very good cook, even though she had tried to teach her one or two things.

"Mm... It's actually not that bad, really. It's a little salty, but you like salt anyways, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. I want to get away from these damn hard problems, and this is a perfect excuse." She stood up and pushed her chair under her desk, before walking out of her room and downstairs, Ryou right behind her. "You sure have been getting motivated about cooking lately, does a nurse really need those kind of skills?"

"W-Well, I figured cooking's something that everyone should have some grasp of, and since we're living together now, I thought it wouldn't be fair to have you be the only cook in the house."

"Alri-" Kyou was cut off by a sharp knocking at their door. "Who would be coming by at this hour... I'm coming!" She called the last part, before unlatching the door and swinging it open.

"Eh!? What are you doing here?!"

"Heh, that's a nice way of greeting a friend, Kyou." The unexpected guest replied, sarcasm lining his tone.

"Sorry, but you still haven't answered my question, Sunohara."

"Still right to the point, eh?" The blonde haired boy said, reminiscing on their high school days as if they had been years ago. "I thought it'd be nice to see an ol-"

"Lemme guess, you ran out of money and want to mooch off of me and my cooking again?"

"Damn, she's sharp." "W-What, no, not at all..."

"Oh really? Then it wouldn't matter to you that Ryou is cooking dinner tonight?" A sly smirk spread across her face. Sunohara didn't know that Ryou wasn't actually half bad at cooking now, he still imagined her as the kind of person who would find a way to catch a raw vegetable on fire by looking at it.

"Ahh, look at the time, I should really be- AH!" As he turned to leave, Kyou grabbed his collar, slowly dragging him inside.

"Oh now now Sunohara, I actually have been wanting some quality time with you..." She said, in an almost evil voice. "Ryou will fix us up some dinner while we wait."

"N-No! I mean-" He looked over at Ryou, who was watching the two like a deer in headlights. "Fine..." He didn't bother to even fight her, as she was both physically and mentally stronger than he was. "Ryou-chan?" He turned his head towards the girl, Kyou's iron grip still clutching his collar. "Can yo-" Alas, he was cut off again, this time by the collision of Kyou's fist with his face.

"Don't refer to my sister in such an informal way."

"HUH?! B-But Ryou-cha-" A kick to the face. "Ryou-chan, help m-" Multiple punches to the stomach. "R-" German Suplex. "Deh..."

"Hmph. Ryou, it looks like our guest is a bit, tired... Go fetch him some food, will you?"

"Y-Yes!" She scurried off, confused about what had just happened.

"W-What... The... Hell... Kyou..." Sunohara muttered, his entire body now on fire with pain. "That... Was... Tomoyo... Level..."

"Meh, you tick me off, sorry Sunohara-bozu."

"Sorry doesn't cut it..."

"Well, while you're here, we might as well enjoy your company."

"Enjoy my company... Not sure if I like the sound of that..." He thought, eyeing the door. That was his freedom from this hellish place.

"Oh, and by the way, you know what I hate?"

"W-What... Me?" He got up on all fours, grimacing at the multiple shallow cuts on his face.

"Nah, I just dislike you. I hate it when I don't have a footrest for when I watch television." Her evil grin returned. "But I hear College boys make great ones, and you can beat them into the job too."

"Now's my chance!" "So you want me to act as your personal footrest."

"Ah, you're smarter than you used to be, aren't you?" Evil Kyou. "Heh, I blame the textbooks."

"Fine, fine." He started to crawl near her, getting ready to sprint to the glory of the frosty night.

"I got the Pael-" Now it was Ryou's turn to get cut off, as Sunohara let out something similar to a war cry, bursting away from Kyou and through their front door.

"My cooking's not that bad..."