Chapter 2: Love Over Law

When Yuzu woke up one morning, she was unexpectedly greeted with the feeling of Mei's fingers in her hair.

Emerald eyes fluttering open, she squinted confusedly at her little sister, who had frozen upon being noticed, her long fingers still tangled loosely between Yuzu's now black curls. The older girl blushed instinctively at the unannounced contact, then noticed that Mei was slightly red in the face too, which for some reason made her blush even harder.

"Mei?" Yuzu said softly, in the way that voices subdued themselves after a night of slumber. The girl in question pursed her lips together tightly, her body shifting slightly beneath the thin bed covers. It was apparent at this point that she wasn't going to be able to play this one off. It was either she took the fall or went all in.

"Yuzu," Mei said back. It came out huskier than she intended, a curse (or blessing?) of her sleep. She felt her sister shiver at the sound of her voice as she slid on top of the former blonde, pulling a hand from behind Yuzu's head and using it to push the girl's bangs out of her forehead; she didn't want to see them. Leaning down slowly, she began one of the few of Yuzu's ideas she actually employed on a daily basis; a good morning kiss.

"Nn," Yuzu sighed, her fingers grasping at Mei's shoulders but still weak from the vestiges of sleep. Mei seemed to be at full strength however, as she pressed closer and tickled Yuzu's lower lip with her tongue, like she was trying to taste the squeaks she was trying to hold back. Which of course resulted in Yuzu letting loose said squeaks.

There was something disarmingly candid about embracing like this so early in the morning. Theoretically they were both in their worst physical condition for this sort of thing, yet they still wanted each other, they still craved each other's skin and the quiet, heady scent of morning love as the sun peeked through the blinds. To Yuzu it was a terribly romantic idea, and the to Mei it was an opportunity to act on her usually suppressed desires under the guise of grogginess.

Yuzu was forced to bite back a moan when Mei abruptly tilted her head and kissed her deeper, fingers tightening in her hair again as she sought out the girl's tongue with her own. Yuzu groaned against Mei's mouth, the sound muffled until the younger girl finally pulled back, staring down at her older sister with an almost predatory look in her eyes.

"I…" It occurred to Yuzu that she was breathing way harder than was logical, even considering the current situation. She had a hard enough time controlling herself around Mei when she was fully alert, for crying out loud! "D-Doesn't my morning breath taste bad?" She mumbled at last, thinking afterwards that it was probably the dumbest thing she could have thought of, if her aim was to get any further with Mei before school started.

The student council president just smirked back at her, leaning down until their noses bumped, her lips tantalizingly close. It took every ounce of Yuzu's pride not to whine for them right there. "You're always good enough to eat, Yuzu."

As the former blonde flushed badly at the words, Mei's eyes travelled upward and seemed to darken for an entirely different reason. Just when Yuzu had regained enough self awareness to reach up and cradle the girl's face, Mei was already slipping off of her and jumping off the bed.

"Mei?" Yuzu called after her, confused. It wasn't unusual for Mei to cut things short like that, but she usually had some apparent reason for it. "Is something wrong?"

"We're going to be late for school," She called back, ignoring the question. "Get out of bed."

"Hello? Earth to Yuzu Land?"

"Hm?" She asked, still absentminded. Her green eyes, which had been fixed on the window without seeing anything at all, slid slowly to the side until they rested on Harumi's impatient face.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her ample chest. "I was asking if something's bothering you? You've been ditzy all day. I mean, more than usual, that is."

Yuzu rolled her own eyes back. "Thanks for noticing."

Harumi grinned, sitting back in her desk. It was the middle of lunch break and they were sitting in their classroom together to kill time, since Yuzu didn't have much of an appetite. Lapsing back into thought, Yuzu reimagined that morning for the thirtieth time, trying to figure out where she had messed up, seeing as Mei was apparently avoiding her now. She chewed her lip, one awry finger twirling a strand of her recently dyed hair.

Harumi's eyes followed the movement, and a frown suddenly cut into her face. "Do you miss your old hair?"

Yuzu sighed, at least hearing the question this time. "To be honest, yeah. I mean, I had it like that for a long time, you know? And it's not like my hair is naturally black, either. It just feels weird."

"I'm just surprised you followed my advice so easily," Harumi said, leaning back and stacking her feet on top of the desk. "I expected you to play along for about a week before you ended up changing it back, or something."

"I don't suppose you've got some hair dye in your cleavage?" Yuzu smirked, finally tearing her unseeing gaze away from the window. She opened her lunch box and made an earnest effort to devour its contents, even though she didn't want to.

Harumi shook her head dramatically. "Not today, no. Besides, you and Prez look a bit more like real sisters, now. Doesn't that make you a little happy?"

Yuzu held a tuft of her hair in front of her eyes and examined it, but could only think that as black as she had made it there was something that made it inferior to her sister's silky locks.

"Someone told her she didn't look much like her late father, you know…" That much was true. She had always looked up to her original dad, until life and fate chose to take him away from them. She had always wanted to be a bit like her dad, and a bit like her mom, too. But then people had started saying those things, and she had figured that if she couldn't be someone else, she might as well be herself. Thus the blonde hair.

But now, as she stared at her reflection in her mirror, Yuzu felt like she was trying to be someone else all over again.

"Oh, that reminds me," Harumi said, checking a reminder on her phone. "You're coming to that Halloween party thing today, right? I mean, it's kind of late, so you might want to check with your mom first."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I can come," Yuzu murmured.

"Cool. I'll come over later and we can go together."

"Sure, I'll leave the door open…"

"Mei-mei, where do you want these files stored?"

"Third cabinet from the right," Mei said back without looking, mostly because she didn't have to. She knew which papers Himeko was referring to; her childhood friend was nothing if not predictable. But she didn't necessarily dislike that about the girl. In fact she would call it one of the cornerstones of their friendship. She could rely on Himeko like she was learning to rely on Yuzu, though for entirely different reasons.

As the sound of opening file cabinets pervaded the room, Mei went back to peering out the window. Even though she knew it was stupid, she trying seeking out a familiar blonde head amongst the crowds of students enjoying their lunch break outside. That was one benefit of Yuzu's old hair. She was never too hard to spot in a crowd, and sometimes Mei would take comfort in poking her head by the window and finding her sister's yellow marker out there somewhere.

"One of the underclassmen told me something pretty interesting the other day!" Himeko called out from her place by the file cabinets. She was balancing precariously on a stack of boxes in order to store the files just the way Mei wanted them, and though she normally would have told her vice president to find a safer method, she was too distracted to do so.

"Is that so?" Mei said, turning away from the window and taking a seat at the main desk. She began mentally cataloguing through her work for the day.

"Yup." Himeko finished her own work and leapt down from the boxes, her pigtails flouncing by her head. "Someone told me your step sister has finally decided to do something about her horrendously dyed hair."

Mei's finger twitched imperceptibly, crinkling the paper she was holding. Himeko didn't seem to notice.

"It's about time, if you ask me," the shorter girl continued. "I mean, she somehow managed to attend a full year at this school while breaking at least fifty regulations every day…not to mention that her grades aren't exactly stellar…"

"She did make it into the top hundred recently," Mei reminded her. Then she bit her lip, wondering if her quick defense of Yuzu would give anything away.

But Himeko just huffed. "Well, I guess that's not so bad. But she had you to help her, didn't she? I don't know why you aren't harder on her, Mei…"

Mei didn't know why either. She could reprimand Yuzu for her garish style of dress every day, she could scold her sister for not studying for her tests or being late to class or playing hooky any time she wanted, but for some idiotic reason she balked at the idea of really enforcing the rules around Yuzu's hair. She had told Yuzu to remove the dye in her hair quite often at first, but as time wore on she found herself saying it less and less. Eventually the school seemed to have gotten used to it too, and Mei had figured that if she herself didn't do anything, things would just stay the way they were.

Until Yuzu went ahead and changed things herself.

"Now that I think about it, she hasn't really stepped out of line as of late," Himeko continued to muse. "I mean, she still has her reputation, but she hasn't exactly gotten into actual trouble lately. Maybe you're actually starting to influence her a little, Mei-mei!"

Mei forced a small smile, knowing that Himeko meant to harm. "I don't really know if that's a good thing," she said, trying to make it sound like a joke.

Himeko just snorted. "Oh please. Everyone should try to be a little more like you, Mei."

No.

"Perhaps."

Mei actually didn't have too much work to do that day, which was just as well because she lacked the necessary focus to anything significant. Thus she had the rare opportunity to walk home at the same time as the other students, but she didn't wait for Yuzu like she normally would have. Part of her didn't want to make herself search for another black head amongst a sea of brown and black. Part of her felt like that meant giving in to change.

So she went home by herself, and was sitting quietly on the couch when Yuzu announced her arrival from the front door a little later. The former blonde walked into the living room where Mei and their mother were waiting, her bag swinging loosely on her shoulder.

It was late afternoon in early spring, and the sun was slanting in through the windows and painting the entire room a deep orange. Yuzu's eyes glinted in the light as they sought out Mei's, but the younger girl averted her gaze, thinking that Yuzu's hair looked even darker in the absence of white light. Biting her lip, Yuzu sat down by their mother and chatted with her instead.

It was an unspoken rule between them that they would never allow any of their personal drama to concern their mother, who would undoubtedly worry. Mei felt a slight pinch of guilt at making that promise actually necessary.

Later that night, Yuzu had just gotten out of the shower and into her pajamas, and was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair when she spotted Mei watching her from the door.

Hand going still, she instinctively smiled at her sister through the mirror, trying to initiate conversation. "Hey. What's up?"

In answer, Mei walked up to Yuzu and hugged her from behind. Yuzu yelped at the unexpected gesture, the brush falling out of her hand and clattering against the solid bathroom counter. Biting her lip nervously, she settled her hands down on top of Mei's, which were laced tightly around the older girl's abdomen. "Mei…?"

"Why did you dye your hair, Yuzu?" she asked suddenly, in a voice that sounded genuinely disappointed.

Yuzu stilled at the sudden inquiry, her fingers going still over her sister's. She didn't really know what to say to that. Wasn't it what Mei had always wanted from her?

"I thought you were the one always telling me to?" She said back, emerald eyes searching for Mei's through the mirror, but the younger girl was hiding her face behind Yuzu's hair.

"I know what I said," Mei said, her fingers tightening into fists. "Which is why this is going to sound so stupid. But since when do you follow the rules? You didn't do it just because I said so, did you?"

Yuzu thought about that for a long time, eye blinking slowly as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Green eyes and black hair. She had always thought personally that her eyes went better with blonde, and even her mother had agreed after she first dyed it. Now the sleek dark of her hair and the glittering emerald of her eyes gave her an almost feline aura, like she was a forest panther or something. In all honesty, she didn't really like it. It wasn't her. The novelty had worn off.

"I mean, I thought…" Yuzu chuckled lightly at herself, squeezing Mei's hands with her own. "I guess I thought it would make you happy if I listened to you for once. And I can't damage your reputation, and all that. But besides all those things…I guess I just wanted to be a bit more like you, Mei."

"That's a terrible idea," Mei murmured, her nose buried against the nape of Yuzu's neck. Yuzu's hair was still warm from the blowdryer, and if she closed her eyes and inhaled the familiar scent of strawberries, she could almost pretend that there was nothing wrong.

Yuzu frowned. "But everyone looks up to you, Mei," she insisted. "All the students, the entire school, mom…and me. And everyone always says I should learn from your example."

Tightening her arms, Mei hugged Yuzu even closer.

"I like you because you aren't like me," she whispered. "I like you because you're different, because you aren't afraid of the rules that I'm a slave to. You say everyone looks up to me, then who do I look up to? It has to be someone who is everything I can't be."

Yuzu's eyes widened. "So, you mean-"

Mei bit her lip, her breath warm against Yuzu's ear. "I love you because you live your own life."

Yuzu blushed badly at the words, reaching up to stroke her hair. Mei was right. She had only really done this to emulate her sister, if only a little. But wasn't that why she had hated Mei at first, because she tried to force other people to live by the same standard?

Laughing quietly to herself again, she turned around and pulled Mei close again, so that their foreheads touched. It was in close proximities like this that it became apparent that Yuzu was the taller one.

"So you'll let me dye it back?" She asked softly, cracking a sheepish smile as she caressed her lover's face.

Mei looked up at her, eyes filled with a base desire that betrayed her true age for once. Biting her lip meekly, she nodded with a flushed face, and Yuzu was reminded of how adorable Mei was when she was embarrassed.

"Okay. I'll do that, then," Yuzu promised, leaning forward and kissing her. Mei smiled into the embrace.

When they broke apart, however, she frowned and reached out to touch Yuzu's head again. "But dyeing it again, so soon? Won't that be bad for your hair?"

Yuzu made a face. "Yeah, probably. It'll probably be a couple more weeks, at least. Not to mention that Harumi's going to flip when I tell her."

"Harumi?"

"Yeah. She's the one who told me to do this, you know?" she said, pointing at her head for reference.

"…she actually encouraged you to abide by school rules?"

"I know, right?!"

Mei rolled her eyes. Leave it to Harumi to irritate her indirectly even when she was doing the right thing.

"Speaking of which," Yuzu said suddenly, "You don't like kissing me as much with this hair, do you?"

Mei pursed her lips. "Well, I can look past it for now. But I can't say I really prefer it."

Yuzu's eyes flashed. "Then I've got an idea!"

Okay, Yuzu thought, biting her lip. I don't really know how I'm going to handle this one.

Yuzu grand "idea" had been, essentially, to blindfold Mei. Her initial intention had just been to remove the issue of Mei seeing her hair, but there was also the added excitement of cutting off one of her lover's senses. She just hoped she had both the confidence and expertise to pull this off.

"Yuzu," Mei said, her voice more hushed than was actually necessary, "Are you sure about this?"

The older girl had to bite her tongue. There was just something incredibly thrilling about this, about being in control. They were both sitting on their bed with Mei sitting up against the head board, and though Mei wasn't tied up or anything, there was a no touching rule. The tie that was wrapped around Mei's eyes was thick enough to block out most of the light, so she wouldn't be seeing much of anything.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Yuzu offered, thinking she should give Mei the chance to back out. She wasn't going to make the girl do anything she wasn't comfortable with.

But Mei surprised her by flushing and turning her head to the side, giving her unspoken consent to do as she pleased.

Oh, god, Yuzu thought feverishly as she crawled up the length of Mei's lithe body, her heart hammering in her chest. I really hope I don't mess this up.

Mei's head was still turned to the side, so she started by pressing her lips to the younger girl's temple, trailing her lips down until she could blow slowly on her ear. Mei clenched her teeth at the sensation, her fingers curling the bedsheets into fists.

"Mei…" Yuzu breathed, deciding to be as natural as possible. Gliding her nose across the girl's jaw, she pressed a quick, soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. When Mei turned her head to capture her lips fully, Yuzu pulled back and flicked Mei's lip with her tongue, teasing her. Frowning, the girl's hands began to reach out for Yuzu before remembering the no touching rule, and she sat back with a huff.

"Don't tease me, Yuzu…"

Yuzu laughed softly. "Sorry," she said, kissing Mei for real this time. It quickly became bolder, as even when blindfolded Mei was a formidable kisser. She tickled Yuzu lightly beneath her tongue, making her gasp and nearly moan in her lover's mouth for the second time that day.

Smirking to herself, Mei coaxed Yuzu's tongue into the space between their lips, before running her own tongue along its length. She kept doing that, drawing out Yuzu's tongue and sucking it gently into her own mouth, and a heavy fog seemed to descend upon the former blonde's vision as she struggled to remember that she was supposed to be in charge.

"Mei!" she whispered harshly, but Mei would not relent, head moving forward to ravage Yuzu's mouth once more. Yuzu whined lowly and pressed impossibly closer, practically straddling Mei's hips at this point, thus increasing the delicious friction between them. She kept her fingers tangled tightly in Mei's hair, because even if Mei didn't like black hair on her, she absolutely loved it on her sister.

It was only when Mei's slender hands began sliding up her thighs that Yuzu regained focus. If she lost control now, she would never accomplish what she had set out to do. And what was the point of that?

"Nnn…wait," Yuzu gasped, their wet lips making an audible sound when they pulled apart.

She couldn't see Mei's eyes at the moment, but she imagined she was getting the death glare at the moment. "What?"

"I…" She took another moment to catch her breath. Her recently brushed hair was all disheveled. "I'm supposed to be in charge, aren't I?"

"Well, you aren't doing a very good job of it." The obvious amusement in Mei's voice made Yuzu flush badly.

"Let me try, then," Yuzu insisted. Leaning forward, she licked up a thin trail of saliva from the corner of Mei mouth, making her cry out. Thrilled at the sound, she held Mei's lower lip gently between her teeth. "Let me…pull you apart, okay?"

With that said, she lowered her head and began attacking Mei's neck with her mouth. That immediately drew an intense stream of cries from Mei, and a pair of hands quickly went to tangle in Yuzu's hair. Remembering the no touch rule, Yuzu turned her head and nipped the delicate column of flesh in front of her, earning her a startled yelp from the normally stoic girl. God, I love her voice.

"No touching," Yuzu whispered, using her tongue to soothingly lick the angry bite mark. Closing her lips around the minor wound, she began sucking lightly, briefly entertaining the thought of leaving a hickey. The thought was certainly appealing, but Mei would probably kill her for it. Which was a little unfair; Yuzu had sported several of her own markings at various places on her body, all courtesy of Mei.

Yuzu's lips passed over the swell of Mei's breast that peeked over the collar of her shirt, and at the same time her hand cupped the girl's sex, palm pressing flush against the incredibly hot junction between the girl's legs.

Mei inhaled sharply, her back arching off the mattress as Yuzu palmed her considerably soaked crotch. "Yuzu!" she hissed, the harsh syllables melting into smooth mewls when Yuzu pressed harder, using her other hand to cup Mei's breast through her shirt. Mei actually moaned, and Yuzu's ears were elated when she heard her own name somewhere in the stream of pleasured noises. Reaching up, Yuzu breathed harshly against her lover's neck, barely fighting to urge to grind her own core against the girl's leg.

Mei whimpered when Yuzu pulled her hand away, but was quickly appeased when the former blonde descended down the length of her body, the bed creaking softly as Yuzu positioned herself in front of the throbbing source of Mei's need. A soft curse escaped the girl's lips when Yuzu began slowly kissing her navel, followed by the steady panting of anticipation as Yuzu took the hem of Mei's pajama bottom between her teeth, preparing to tug them down in one swift move.

Before she did, she looked up at Mei. Her lover was limp from the waist up, head thrown back and pointed toward the ceiling as her chest rose and fell rapidly. The sheets were a crumpled mess on either side of her, where she had clenched them in her never ending war against the absolutely desire to touch Yuzu.

In that moment, she felt a little bad for Mei. After all, she knew what it felt like to be in that position; Mei had played this game against her before. So, reaching up, she slowly undid the blindfold and tossed it aside. Mei blinked at the sudden unveiling, then instinctively looked down at Yuzu, who smirked back.

She wanted Mei to watch her do this.

Grasping Mei's pants between her teeth, she began to slowly tug them downwards, maintaining sinful eye contact the entire time, hands reaching up to tug the girl's panties along with them-

There was an incredible thumping sound from beyond the hallway, and suddenly the door was getting kicked aside as Harumi stormed in, dressed in a ridiculous ballerina outfit.

"Alright, who's ready to party - JESUS CHRIST!"

Yuzu literally choked on Mei's pants.

"H-H-How did you get in here!"

"You left the door open! Now what-"

"Out."

"But-"

"OUT!"

Slam.

About a month later, Yuzu made a run to the store and bought some hair dye, in the same color as her old style. She came to school the next day with a head of hair bright enough to rival the sun, but Harumi was too traumatized to say anything against it, and Himeko was floored when Mei said she wasn't going to do anything about.

After all, it was probably about time she started learning from Yuzu's example.

This ended up being wayyy longer than I expected, which I guess is okay, since it's just a one shot.

I know I sort of cut it short there, but I'm still getting better at writing the lemony stuff. Honestly speaking, it's probably inevitable that I get a few M-rated chapters up on this story.

But until then, thanks for reading!

~Banshee

that one Guest: these are just some drabbles. Not multichapter