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The Proposal

Mitsuru felt heavy when she lifted her body from her bed, ending a strange but pleasant dream. She weakly opened her eyes, only to meet darkness. She waited for a couple of seconds, gathering her thoughts before the events that took place during the Dark Hour came rushing back to her. Suddenly, tears threatened to fall as she remembered her father being shot and killed right in front of her. She had to blink back the tears as she took a deep breath, struggling to keep herself together. It hurt her. It hurt her so much. She didn't know what to believe in anymore, or who to turn to. And to make things worse, the responsibility of the Kirijo Group was now in her hands.

She sighed. She didn't want to go meet the Kirijo Group today. She didn't want to discuss her future of being the head. She was only 17 years old, but then she remembered that didn't matter. She was born and had been raised to take over after her father. This filled her with bitterness. She may have been raised with in luxury but it was not enough to satisfy her. The reason she had gotten a motorcycle was to experience a little freedom and for a while not have to think about her destiny, her constant meetings, and her busy schedule. It was unfair, but she was a Kirijo.

Knowing full well that she had to get ready for the meeting, Mitsuru closed her eyes before hastily getting out from beneath the covers. Suddenly, she felt cold, having only just noticed her surroundings.

"Pink…," she thought out loud before turning around to look at her bed. Her eyes widened. This was not her bed, nor was this her room. Mitsuru's feeling of unease increased when she looked down and discovered that she was naked. She felt her cheeks heat up as the happenings that took place after the Dark Hour came back vividly in her mind.

She remembered the touches, her gasps, her partner's wet and hot mouth, the pleasure that coursed through her body, and the curves that she discovered. It all made Mitsuru shiver as she touched her burning cheek. She looked over to the other occupant in the bed and blushed harder as she caught sight of brown hair sticking out from under the covers. She slowly, but carefully, pulled the material off the person, only to find Takeba Yukari, a second year student, fellow SEES member, and a girl.

Now usually one would start to panic, but Mitsuru felt strangely calm. She was at least grateful that she had lost her virginity with someone she knew, and not a complete stranger she knew she would soon be engaged to. What did alarm her was that they were both female, not that she cared about sexuality. No, she was worried about how the other girl would react to all this. Mitsuru actually looked forward to a repetition of the previous night's events. It had been enjoyable and had made her feel incredible. But before she could think further of it, she heard the girl next to her start to stir.

"Ugh, it's too early…," said Takeba's sleepy voice.

This made Mitsuru chuckle. "Is it now?"

She watched Takeba jump from her voice, before quickly trying to cover herself with her comforter. It was amusing, to say the least. Takeba looked quite cute with her now flustered appearance. It made Mitsuru smile before taking the opportunity to look for her clothing. She managed to find both her bra and her blouse. She commenced buttoning up her blouse as she watched Takeba search for her own clothes. Suddenly, Takeba froze. She was blushing because of something she had spotted on the ground, but before Mitsuru could ask, she picked it up and presented it to her. It was her underwear.

Mitsuru blushed and reached out to take the unmentionable piece of clothing from the younger girl. Well, that was careless of me, she thought as she quickly put them on. She glanced up to see Takeba was now busy getting dressed.

The scene had an almost erotic quality. Takeba's skirt was not buttoned up and there was a clear view of her underwear. Her bra strap was hanging lazily off her right shoulder and her face held concentration as she tried to straighten out her clothing. The Kirijo heiress had to avert her eyes before her body and her mind went against her.

She buttoned up the rest of her blouse and began searching for her skirt. Mitsuru felt nervous all of a sudden. She wanted to say something, anything, to Takeba about what had happened, yet she was scared that the other girl would lash at her. Takeba did have quite the mood swings, she thought, while remembering how the girl acted before Yakushima and after they listened to the modified version of her father's video. Mitsuru frowned before she heard the other girl's voice again.

"Senpai—?" Yukari asked nervously. Mitsuru turned around to give the girl her attention, only to see that Takeba's shirt was still parted and untouched. More blood rushed to her face and Mitsuru had to stop her eyes from wandering. Takeba giggled and Mitsuru sensed her approach.

"Senpai—?" The girl asked again, this time making Mitsuru turn to face her. The two girls looked at one another for what felt like an eternity. Takeba was the first to look away, her face distressed.

"I'm so sorry for what happened,"Takeba exclaimed. "I don't know what came over me, I just wanted to help. You looked so sad, Senpai, that I just wanted to take all of that away, to make you feel better," Takeba finished with a low whisper. She had her hands behind her back and her eyes were downcast She looked so lost that it made Mitsuru's heart ache.

The girl before her was the one that had initiated all this, and yet seemed to not understand why. Mitsuru felt a sense of protectiveness and, despite her lack of dress and unusual behavior. She walked closer to Takeba in an effort to comfort her. She wrapped her arms around Takeba and slowly pulled her into a hug.

She closed her eyes as she felt the younger girl's arms wrap around her waist, and couldn't help but let out a small gasp when Takeba tugged her close. Takeba had a lot of strength on her upper body, Mitsuru noticed absentmindedly. The Archery Club had really done a number on her, she had to admit. She let herself relax against Takeba, allowing the feel of the girl's body to consume her. She wanted to talk to the girl but didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth to speak but what came out was something far from what she wanted.

"I have a proposition for you Takeba," she said in a calculating tone. A look of confusion crossed Takeba's face. Her eyes narrowed and she released Mitsuru from the intimate embrace.

"Huh? What are you saying?" she asked in a confused and demanding voice, which made Mitsuru wince at her word choice before speaking again.

"It's not what you think Takeba," she said anxiously before taking a deep breath. "What I meant to say was that I enjoyed what happened…and I want to make a deal with you regarding our relationship."

Clearly she had said the wrong thing again if the anger on Takeba's face was anything to go by. She glared at Mitsuru before saying, "What kind of deal are you asking for? I'm not your toy, Kirijo-senpai."

Toy? Mitsuru thought, puzzled. She had never been too good with the lingo, unlike Takeba or Iori. She put her hand on her chin as she tried to read underneath the meaning before finally it came to her. Takeba thought that she was going to use her. Mitsuru sighed. That was the last problem she needed. She could almost sense that Takeba was about to start one of her usual tantrums.

She leaned in towards Takeba, whispering softy, "I was not thinking of using you, Yukari." She purposely called the girl by her given name. "I was merely trying to ask if you would like to continue this…affair. It did wonders, in my opinion, and it helped relieve our need for comfort and loneliness," She finished.

She waited for the girl to take in her words and was just about to pull away when Takeba wrapped her arms around her and planted a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her exposed neck. Mitsuru shuddered and couldn't suppress a moan. Didn't she just button up her blouse? Wasn't she being rejected? Wasn't Takeba upset with her? She blinked as she tried to compute what was happening at the moment. She felt her body being pushed back onto Takeba's bed. Takeba climbed on top of her. It was as if Takeba had an on and off switch or something.

The lips that were currently on her neck trailed up to her reddened ear before whispering, "You make a valid point, senpai." The voice was filled with want and it made Mitsuru shiver, but before she could relish in the feelings building up inside her, Takeba pulled away.

She smirked but then her face became serious. "I enjoyed it as well, senpai, but if we continue this it may cause a lot of problems and I don't think either of us could afford any more. I mean we aren't the closest friends. "

Mitsuru nodded in agreement but she couldn't deny the emptiness inside of her. She didn't want to have that horrible feeling in her and she certainly didn't want to think of everything that was going on at the moment. She felt angry all of a sudden, but not at Takeba, no she was angry at herself and her reckless behavior. She mulled over her decision for a few seconds before making up her mind. She wanted to try this. Surely Takeba had heard about the ritual called 'Friends with Benefits'. They would just be helping one another.

"I understand you are worried about this proposal, but I really do believe this will help us for the better. I certainly am quite attracted to you and I know you are to me. It is a mutual feeling, this need we both have for each other bodies," she insisted.

Mitsuru then leaned in towards Takeba and took her face in both her hands. She didn't know what she felt exactly for the younger girl at the moment but she honestly felt attracted to her and wanted this, whatever this may be.

Takeba was silent. Mitsuru watched her chew at her bottom lip and narrow her eyes. She played with the hem of her skirt and seemed to be carefully thinking of an answer. Mitsuru relaxed a little once her eyes went soft. Takeba opened her mouth to answer her when there came a familiar, obnoxious voice.

"YUKARICCHI!"

Mitsuru made a startled noise and Takeba fell off the bed.

Worried, Mitsuru got up to see if the girl was alright. What she found was Takeba on ground holding her back. The younger girl was cursing and livid. Mitsuru couldn't help but laugh softly at her misfortune. She covered her mouth with one hand as she desperately tried to keep herself quiet.

Takeba glared at her as she scrabbled to her feet. She groaned a little before turning her attention back to the door. She was still furious and Mitsuru took a cautious step back.

"Junpei, you idiot, must you be so loud?" Takeba yelled.

"Ahh! Are you alright Yukaricchi? Oh man, I'm sorry but damn it's like 6:30 already we have school remember? It's Thursday?" Iori sounded panicked.

"I know that! I was getting ready…geez."

"What? How long does that take? Damn, you girls are so slow."

"Junpei, it's called looking your best"

"Yukaricchi always looks good so who cares?"

"I do you idiot!"

"Whatever just hurry up will ya."

Mitsuru smiled as she listened to the argument. Iori and Takeba had a sibling type of relationship. They quarreled with one another over the simplest things. They often got on each other's nerves but it was obvious that they did care about one another when it came down to it. In a way it was like her and Akihiko when they had started working together. Back then, Akihiko had been a lot more to handle. He had been extremely reckless and often caused quite a lot of trouble. She'd always had to keep her eye on him and constantly keep him on a leash. Though, unlike Iori, Akihiko at least learned from his mistakes.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize Takeba had finished getting dressed. She had her sweater on, as well as her shoes and socks. She gave Mitsuru a worried look that shifted to a small, encouraging smile.

Confused, Mitsuru just stood there. She was still only in her blouse and was now feeling incredibly conscious about her appearance. Takeba giggled and pointed to the ground. Mitsuru followed the younger girl's hand only to find her skirt, the last article of clothing she was looking for. With yet another blush, Mitsuru picked up the skirt and put it on as fast as she could, tucking her blouse as neatly as she could inside. She almost jumped when she felt strong, slender arms wrap around her. Takeba placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

It didn't last long, only a couple of seconds, but it still took her breath away. She felt so free at the moment and so different from her usual self. The seemingly insatiable wanting from earlier was gone. Everything was more peaceful now. Mitsuru glanced at Takeba's smoldering eyes and hesitated before asking, "D-Do you accept…?"

"Yeah, I do...," she whispered back before pulling away and saying, "Though, that doesn't mean you can call the shots, senpai. OK? I'm not someone who will come running at your every call. I'm not like my mom," She spat.

Mitsuru flinched but didn't pry into the issue. She knew by the girl's attitude that it would just lead to another argument. She merely nodded her head and whispered, "I understand. This arrangement will be mutually beneficial for us, Yukari. You have my word."

Takeba nodded and touched her heart as if relieved. She then looked at the time to see that it was now 6:45. Her eyes widened. She got up immediately and grabbed her school bag before turning around to face Mitsuru. She looked scared and shook slightly.

"Crap, what are we going to do? Junpei and Minato-kun are waiting for me...and if we get caught—" Takeba started, but was interrupted by Mitsuru.

"My ride from the Kirijo Group will be here around 8:00. Takeba, don't worry, I'll just leave here after you, Iori and Arisato go downstairs."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea but wait…what if they want to peek inside?"

"Will you even allow that, Takeba?"

"No way will I allow that."

Mitsuru gave her a smirk and gestured for the girl to leave. Takeba still looked unsure but she nodded at Mitsuru before asking one more question.

"Senpai…when will you be back?"

"A week at the earliest, though it depends on what the rest of the Kirijo Group has to say of me taking over…"

It turned cold all of sudden and Mitsuru felt the same uneasiness she had after the Dark Hour. The emotion left her eyes and her demeanor became darker. Her hands curled into fists as the memories came back to her yet again.

She had failed everyone. SEES, the Kirijo Group, her father, and herself. She had failed to bring honor back to her family's name and now, she felt like she would fail as the head. They might as well arrange a marriage for me at this point, she thought bitterly. She turned her attention to Takeba, who still wore an unsure expression. She looked as if she wanted to reach out to Mitsuru but couldn't. Takeba frowned before turning around and opening the door. She took one more glance at Mitsuru then shutting the door abruptly so that Iori could not peek.

Mitsuru was now alone, and could finally let herself cry, silently wishing that Takeba would have stayed to stop them. As soon as she heard the three junior's voices fade away, Mitsuru stood up and made her way to the door. She took a deep breath before opening the door to see that they were gone. With a sigh of relief, Mitsuru made her way back to her own bedroom. Once inside, she took a quick shower. Afterwards, she dressed in the clothes that her stylist had told her represented business and class.

She looked at herself in the mirror one more time. The beeping of her cell phone told her that her ride was finally here. With one more look around her room, Mitsuru made her way to her door, briefcase in hand.

Mitsuru honestly wanted to run away at that moment, but she couldn't afford to dishonor her family's name any further. With a sigh, she made her way down the stairs. When she made it to the first floor, she saw Akihiko on one of the couches. Mitsuru paused to examine him. Akihiko looked upset and tired. He looked up at her with sad eyes.

"Are you meeting the Kirijo Group today, Mitsuru?" Akihiko asked seriously.

"Yes," Mitsuru stated, "because of the sudden change of events, the Kirijo Group has decided that I will have to learn the business immediately."

"I see….What about the issues regarding your father's death? We can't just say he died because he was shot. Won't they question us?" Akihiko asked hesitantly.

Mitsuru looked away briefly before speaking again. "That's already been covered, so don't worry. Right now all I'm worried about is the state the Kirijo Group is in Akihiko. I am going to be very busy, and I won't be back for at least a week."

Akihiko nodded and got up from his seat. He walked over to Mitsuru and took the briefcase from her before making his way out of Iwatodai Dormitory. Mitsuru followed after him. Outside, it was a brisk, autumn morning. She saw her ride and made her way to the backseat door. She heard Akihiko put her briefcase in the back of the vehicle before making his way to her.

There was a brief silent before Mitsuru broke it, whispering, "Thank you."

"Anytime," Akihiko said sincerely, before stepping away from her.

Mitsuru turned around and opened the back of the limo. She climbed into the car and heard the door close behind her. She looked at Akihiko through the window. The driver started the car and, with a small wave at Akihiko, Mitsuru was gone.

So this is going to be most of the time weekly updates OK?

I would really love to see some more reviews it keeps me going and I find them very helpful. I also need to see who you guys want Minato to be paired up with. Aigis or Ryoji?

Chapter 3 will be Yukari's POV again, but afterwards I will start doing chapters with Minato, Aigis. Akihiko, and Junpei's point of view. This may be a Yukari x Mitsuru fanfic, but I like all the characters and want all of them to be important and have their own moments.

Once again thanks to everyone who is enjoying the story so far. ~ MikiSayaka