A Caitiff of Love
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Thanks for sticking with me. Here, you'll gain a small snippet of the act that spurns the plot, and I use that term loosely, forward. Enjoy. By the way, all the chapters of this story will be short. Also, sorry if Konata is OOC.
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Nobody liked a gift that they either couldn't use or didn't want altogether. The receiver would have a bad memory to look back upon in later years. The giver would be regarded as thoughtless.
Unfortunately for Konata, expectations for her gift on Kagami and Tsukasa's birthday were low; as far as Kagami was concerned, she was thoughtless in general. Lately, however, her thoughtlessness had, much to Kagami's horror and chagrin, intensified.
For months, Konata's behavior toward Kagami had become less inhibited. The weight jokes were more prevalent, the moe factor was stressed and stretched, and her comments had become bawdy to the point that they couldn't even have a civil conversation without Konata having a lump on her head at the end of the day.
Why her behavior had shifted so heavily, even Konata had no clear idea. But thanks to it, their tenuous friendship had been strained. This was exactly why the otaku was cruising the shops to find the perfect gift for her Tsundere.
She had already gotten Tsukasa's gift; a large pastry cookbook. That would keep the more air headed twin satisfied for ages. But Kagami… She would be a bit harder.
Konata nimbly danced around the legs of the taller patrons of the shop, her essentially otaku mind unusually sharp at the moment.
Gotta find something she'll like. I don't think I can take another lump on my head. She rubbed her noggin with the hand that wasn't holding a bag. A small river of tears slid down her face at the memory of her last bad conversation with Kagami.
Striding with all the strength her short legs could give her, Konata turned her head this way and that, searching.
Hmm… This isn't cool. In anime, the best friend always finds that perfect gift, the…absolute… perfect gift…
Locked in place, Konata could only stare at what could only be described as the perfect birthday gift for Kagami.
Two beautiful bows, made of the finest silk available, studded with a diamond on each. Smooth, shining, flawless…
The otaku's eyes drifted to the price tag. She clutched her heart as her chambers froze.
Expensive!!!
They were the perfect gift for Kagami; but at ten thousand yen, they were well beyond Konata's price range.
She walked close and pressed her hand to the glass. The heaviness of desperate desire swept over her, the blue gradient of despair covering her sight.
These would be perfect for her… But I can't afford it…
Says who? Konata tensed, but relaxed slightly. This was nothing new. While shopping for manga, her desire often took on a voice of its own.
You said so yourself; these are perfect! Take them.
She swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew what that meant.
Imagine it. Giving Kagami the box, wrapped in the best paper there is. The voice was smooth, goading… Imagine her ripping into it, her face lighting up when she sees them… She'd be so happy… You want that, right…?
Konata swallowed again. The hand on the glass began to quiver and close.
She'll be so happy…
The hand closed into a fist…
She won't be mad at you anymore…
Konata cocked her arm back, muscles tensing…
She'll want…
She couldn't breathe right. Everything felt slow, sluggish. Her heart was heavy and loud. Her mouth was dry, her sweat tickled.
Do it…
Her fist flew.
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