Preferably Perfect
Summary: Perfection. "Marisu has always been perfect," Paranoia. "What are you then?" "The complete opposite." The effects of having a mary-sue as a sister.
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Inspiration- FlashBack [Akiakane]
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Sakurai frowned as her sister placed the ticket in her hand. Her gaze was questioning.
"What's this for?" She asked, short to the point.
Marisu pressed her fingers together, fidgeting with her golden braid in a shy manner. "W-well that's just it, it's... ano..." Sakurai folded her arms together, completely unfazed by her shy act.
Damn.
"Oh, fine, I kind of- yeah, sort of- signedupforaprestigiousschoolbutyouhavetogotojapanwithmebecauseit'srequired..." Sakurai stared airily, not picking up any of the words besides 'signed up' and 'prestigious school'.
"Good for you. What's this for?" She repeated, waving the ticket in her face. Marisu fidgeted again before sighing again, "You have to go to Japan with me because it's required to go to a prestigious middle school called Midori." She repeated, drawing each syllable out painfully.
Sakurai's arms dropped to her sides. "I...see."
Why me? Was the first thought that managed to pop up in her mind, before sighing in defeat. Anyway, new experiences mean new social interaction, don't they? Possibly she could meet someone who didn't thoroughly worship the ground that Marisu walked on.
"I'm sorry! I know you don't want to go but I just really want to go, and it's a wonderful opportunity! You can go to Japan and enjoy it with me and we can go eat ramen and sushi-" She began rambling, her hair bouncing around as she her head frantically. Her arms began waving in the air as she tried to explain the reasons why she wanted to go to Japan.
She wanted to go, she needed to go, because- because-
After thinking for a bit, Sakurai gestured her hand up giving herself a minute to speak. Marisu heaved a breath and waited for Sakurai's reaction.
"I... Will...go..."
Her eyes brightened.
"One question," She continued. "Yes?" Marisu piped out eagerly.
"What school am I supposed to go to?"
Her sister stood on her toes as she bounced up and down in excitement, showing her sister the brochure for Namimori Middle School.
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It was the morning of the plane departure and the two sisters were going to be late.
Sakurai heaved the two luggages, one of her own and the other Marisu's. Her shoes clacked on the surface of the concrete as she struggled to keep up with Marisu's frantic pace.
Toast hung from her mouth in an unattractive way, swinging in pace with the rain.
"Marisu, you're going to slip..." She trailed off, watching Marisu abruptly trip on her two feet before stumbling up. She sighed in exasperation, before opening the glassy doors to the airport.
It was partly Marisu's fault they had even been this lat.e
She had insisted on sleeping, 'an hour more please', and she had stumbled and spilled most of her makeup on the apartment floor. They cleaned it up, before starting a morning ritual called 'half-ass breakfast time'. Sakurai stuffed a slice of toast in her mouth while Marisu nibbled on a muffin in an attempt to regain their morning energy. It was also partly Sakurai's fault, because she forgot to turn off the toaster and had to go back to pull out the plug so there was no spontaneous combustion or fire.
There was no time to prepare coffee or any morning zing so they were running on low energy.
They stumbled onto the sheltered walls of the airport, with Marisu trying to flatten her frizzy hair and Sakurai trying to stuff the toast down her rejecting throat. They tripped down the hall, leaving wet mud marks on their way. When they reached the end of the hall they greeted a rather scared flight attendant. Her hair was swept into a traditional bun and her tight navy-blue attendant suit framed her body.
Compared to them, she looked clean and chipper. They looked frazzled and incompetent. But the attendant knew not to question, because she had seen many late-birds look exactly like that state.
"Take our tickets," Marisu gasped out, shoving the tickets into her hands. She nodded frantically. "D-do you want me to take your bags? Y-you came right o-on time." Marisu nodded, while Sakurai gave the flight assistant their luggage.
They slipped into second class and sat directly across from each other.
Sakurai fell back onto her chair in exhaustion, while Marisu whipped out a brush from a spare make-up bag frantically pulling at her hair.
What fun,They thought before closing their eyes, feeling the plane launch into the sky.
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The plane was set to land, as Marisu called out to her sister to wake up. Sakurai's eyes opened as she was pulled from her seat, shoved outside.
Marisu's golden hair was now perfectly in place, not a hair poking out in perfection. Her heels were polished and her clothing was smoothed over her body to compliment her every curve.
Her own eyes drifted to her form as she stared at her disheveled clothing, flat body, and gray sneakers. Her brown hair laid flat on her head, looking utterly dead. She paled in comparison to Marisu.
She tried to shake out the thoughts of envy from her head, as she tried to focus on something else.
For one, it was still raining.
"Geez, how can it still be raining? It's ruining my hair and clothes!" Marisu panicked, trying to shield herself with her hand. Sakurai sighed, before grabbing Marisu's arm.
"Let's go get our luggage, baka." Sakurai spoke in Japanese.
Marisu stared at her, confused, before groaning.
"Hai, hai," She mumbled, shrugging Sakurai's hand from her arm.
They grabbed their forgotten luggage, hauling it to the curb.
"Taxi~" Marisu's melodic voice pieced the air, as it sounded foreign to their ears. In a sense, her voice sounded like the piercing notes of a flute. Beautiful, yet hard to ignore.
A taxi halted immediately as soon as the driver heard the melodious voice, quickly opening up the doors for Marisu.
I wonder what i'd feel if people looked at me like that, Sakurai thought for a moment.
She shook her head in denial.
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"Ohayou gozaimasu, Saku-chaan~" Sakurai shivered under her covers as Marisu uttered that sickly voice. It dripped with honey and fake adoration. She hated it. She hated it to so much as despise it. "Ohayou," She muttered, pulling herself from the sheets.
"What do you want?" She questioned, rubbing her eyes with the balls of her fists.
Marisu pressed her fingers together, shifting weight onto her other leg.
"C-can you... Braid my hair?" She prompted, fidgeting.
Sakurai blinked once.
She blinked twice.
"Please?" Marisu repeated, wringing her hands together, again. She wouldn't take no for an answer, because when Sakurai blinked again she was greeted by a wooden brush and a fistful of blonde hair.
As she ran her fingers through the silky locks, she felt her mouth pour out a question. "Why?"
"Why what?" Marisu countered, tucking loose strands over her ears.
"Why do you want me to braid your hair?" Silence.
"Because... We used to do braid each others hair a long time ago, right?"
"That's not an answer." She replied, twisting another lock of hair into another part of the intricate trail.
"You don't need one."
They both agreed on that.
Authors Note- Sorry this chapter was a bit short. I do promise that the later chapters will be longer though, because I haven't actually got the time to write a good long one. They will be nearing the real story, and will soon be meeting canon characters. The thing that I do want to clarify is that i'm trying to develop the relationship between Sakurai and Marisu because it is very important to the development of the plot. I hope you'll struggle along with the short chapter since I haven't struck the real plot yet! *Shrugs sheepishly* Please do give me constructive criticism, because it is welcomed happily! I hope to reach my goal of 700 reviews for one complete story!I hope i'm not asking too much C: