A Chapter about Lunch

(In which there is Lunch)

[Yuru Yuri!]

"Ayano-chan!"

The girl in question looked up from her examination of her hands, and half pouted at the smiling girl across the table from her. The two were sitting in a small restaurant in a quieter corner of the town at Ayano's insistence, as she was still weary of being seen by someone who was at the clothing store. The blush from that ordeal still remained on her face, albeit a little weaker than before. It might as well just become a permanent feature.

"Ayano-chan!" Kyouko called again, still just as cheerful despite getting no reply. After all, her date was a shy, cute, blushing girl, and she found everything the purple haired girl did to be extremely endearing. She leaned forward until her body was against the table and attempted to reach with both hands for that oh-so-cute face. "Ayaaaanooo~" she sang, not caring if anyone else heard.

"What do you want, Toshinou Kyouko?" Ayano mumbled back quietly. She was having mixed feelings about the earlier events. On one hand, she was completely and utterly embarrassed to have been mock 'proposed' to in public. Oh ... what will those people think of me? I'm only in middle school, and they think that I'm getting married! She covered her face with her hands.

But on the other hand, seeing Kyouko down in front of her like that made her wish that it was actually for real. Well, maybe not now, but for the future. But it would make them different; a proper family called for a man and a woman, did it not? Ayano had never liked boys; they were uninteresting and didn't have the purity that a girl had. I wonder what Toshinou Kyouko thinks about girls being together?

Kyouko beamed as she finally received an answer, "How are you enjoying your morning slash afternoon? Having fun?" She leaned back off the table and back into her own seat, falling into a relaxed position, while still gazing at her date.

"Well ... it's been interesting so far ..." Ayano said quietly, trying to pull her thoughts away from the earlier events. The question in her mind was still burning though, and she yearned to ask it. "I mean ..."

"Uwah? Only interesting?" Kyouko interrupted, suddenly leaned forward and putting both of her hands on the table and smiling, "I thought that my proposal was pretty f- Ow!" She was cut off by Ayano giving her a swift chop to the top of the head. She fell back, clutching her head. "Ayano-chan's mean!"

"T-toshinou Kyouko!" Ayano cried, voice climbing in pitch as she sat back down, "That was so embarrassing! Now they think that two middle school girls are getting married!"

Kyouko laughed in delight, already recovered from the assault. "I wouldn't mind that, would you?" she winked at Ayano.

There was a silence as Ayano stared and took in those words in shock. Did Toshino Kyouko just say that she wouldn't mind marrying me? Or was it that she didn't mind girls marrying each other? Ayano began to open her mouth, but closed it as her question died on her tongue. No, this is Toshinou Kyouko we're talking about; she's never serious about anything unless it's manga or anime related. That was a problem with having a crush on Kyouko; you never knew if she was being serious or not.

"Say, Ayano," Kyouko spoke up, breaking the silence. Her tone was serious, and she had a thoughtful expression on; very uncharacteristic of her, "I've a question."

Ayano could feel her internal alarm bells going off as she answered nervously, "Y-yes?" What is she going to ask?

"Do you think ..." the blonde began, but then stopped. She began to trace lines on the table with a finger and seemed to be deep in thought, which didn't help Ayano's state of mind. "Do you think it's okay for girls to love other girls?"

"O-of course it is!" Ayano exclaimed, a little more loudly than she had intended. She felt a blush rise up once more as Kyouko looked at her with her wide, beautiful, eyes. Ayano felt herself failing as she searched for words to fill up the silence. "There's nothing wrong with it ... as long as they truly love each other ..."she finished weakly. Just like how I love you, she added mentally with a hint of sadness.

"Ah ... "was all Kyouko managed to say, before the waitress came to their table.

"Here ya go!" the girl said cheerfully, unloading the plates from her tray onto the table. She didn't look much older than the two, and a cheerful aura emanated from her. "I trust you two are having a good day?"

"Ooh! This looks good!" Kyouko grabbed her chopsticks right away, and with a "Thank you for the food!" she started demolishing the meal, eyes widening at the tastes. "So good!"

"Please excuse my friend here," Ayano smiled apologetically at the waitress while simultaneously poking Kyouko in the head, "And yes, we've had an ... interesting day so far, to say in the least. Thank you for asking."

The waitress laughed cheerily, waving her hand about, "Yes, it's always nice to spend the holiday with someone special to you." She winked at Ayano, and jerked her head towards Kyouko. When Ayano blushed, the waitress smiled knowingly. "Well, enjoy the food," she bowed before walking away.

"T-thank you!" Ayano called after her. Was her attraction really that obvious? She turned back to see that Kyouko was looking at her with a devious smile, chopsticks held only halfway up to her mouth. "... Why are you smiling?"

"Oh nothing." Kyouko replied through a mouthful of food, "Just hurry up and eat so we can go have some more fun!"

"Only if you stop talking with your mouth full." Ayano chided her, feeling almost like a mother in that instant. To counteract the sensation, she gave Kyouko a solid poke with her chopsticks, earning an "ow" and a smile from Kyouko. Sighing, she clapped her hands together, "Thank you for the food~"

She had only just picked up a piece of her meal before Kyouko interrupted, "Can I have your taro? They taste so good!" She pointed with her chopsticks at Ayano's plate, "I'll trade you something."

"F-fine." Ayano relented, feeling a burst of déjà vu. She recalled that Kyouko had done the exact same thing at their 2nd year trip, but it ended unfavourably and with Ayano very disappointed. She decided to give it another try, hoping for the best. "But I want your daikon in exchange, alright?"

"Sure!" Kyouko snatched up the desired morsel and held it out to Ayano, smiling sweetly, "Say 'Ahhhn~'"

Just as she did before, Ayano leaned her head forward and bit the food off of the chopsticks, with a big blush on her face. She felt a pleasant dizziness in her head, and realized that the food tasted at least 100 divided by 10 times better when it came from Kyouko's chopsticks. Toshinou Kyouko is feeding me, she thought dreamily. She chewed it slowly, savouring it; these kinds of chances don't come often.

"Is it good? Is it good?" Kyouko beamed at her.

"Y-yes, very ..." Ayano replied, once she had swallowed it, "Now which one d-did you want again?" The bliss had caused her to forget what she was supposed to trade, and her chopsticks circled her plate uncertainly. She would feed Kyouko this time, and make up for the lost opportunity from last time. Now if she could only remember which one the blonde wanted.

She should've known that it would happen. It happened last time, and chances are it would happen again. At the top of her vision, she witnessed Kyouko fall into a well known martial arts stance known as 'Tsundere Scorpion; Lewd Jab'. The blonde girl struck like a scorpion, chopsticks a blur, flying forward in a jabbing motion like a stinger with all of its lewd-ridden destruction. Not this time, Toshinou Kyouko...!

Time flowed slowly, as Ayano's months of training kicked in. Her eyes followed the chopsticks slicing through the air, and noted Kyouko's narrowed eyes, estimating where they were pointing. Her mind, fuelled by her desires, became sharp as a blade. Following with her eyes, she spotted what Kyouko was aiming for.

Within milliseconds of the blonde launching her offensive, Ayano had calculated the air speed, power, and trajectory of her opponent's chopsticks as it arced through the December air. Narrowing her eyes, she waited until the very last second before striking like a hawk. Her 'talons' caught Kyouko's 'stinger' in mid air, just inches from the taro, the air around it pulsing from the impact.

A few seconds of silence spent as time resumed back to normal. Kyouko looked shocked for a second. "Eh?"

Ayano closed her eyes, and looked down, blushing as she stammered, "N-no." Her sticks still trapping Kyouko's quivered slightly. "Let me f-feed you Toshinou K-kyouko ...!"

Kyouko's face broke out into a wide grin, "Okay!" She let herself be freed from Ayano's 'talons' before picking herself up, walking around the table and sitting down beside Ayano.

"T-toshinou Kyouko!" Ayano exclaimed, "Why are you over here?"

"Feed me!"

Becoming flustered, Ayano nervously picked up the taro with her chopsticks and held it out to her date, shivering slightly. The time had finally come!

As expected, Kyouko leaned forward and took the taro from the offered sticks, making a noise of enjoyment. What Ayano had not accounted for was the fact that she had been holding her chopsticks too close to her body, causing Kyouko to lean over her. She felt the blonde's chest brush against her shoulder, and Kyouko's hand on her other shoulder for balance.

Now, if Ayano had felt dizzy before, she felt like fainting now. She was blushing like crazy, and Kyouko's scent was overpowering her. The blonde's soft hair gently brushed against her, and Ayano was now wondering if she'd died as her mind exploded in different directions.

She returned to reality a few minutes later, and saw that Kyouko had returned to the other side of the table and was eating again, seemingly unaware of the bliss that she had caused. Ayano finally moved her hands from the position they had been locked at, and set them down on the table.

Noticing the movement, Kyouko looked up, "Oh, welcome back Ay-" She choked on her food as she started to laugh. "Aya-chan! You look like a tomato!" she gasped out, grabbing her glass of water and downing it to wash down the food.

"I w-wonder why, T-toshinou Kyouko!" Ayano replied haughtily, "H-hey! What did I say about taking pictures?!"

[Yuru Yuri!]

I feel like I've done this before, thought Himawari as she ate delicately, staring across the table at her companion who was doing the same, albeit less gracefully. They were in a restaurant that seemed strangely familiar, and unlike the others, it was pretty busy.

They had skated for about an hour, with Sakurako holding onto her arm for the whole time. Himawari had to admit that it had been relaxing, and Sakurako's warmth had a very comforting effect on her. Although her feet hurt, the blue haired girl was in better spirits than before.

Since Sakurako hadn't really been talking due to her meal, Himawari had been catching snippets of conversations of the other customers, which were almost all girls. (This is Yuru Yuri we're talking about)

"... and do you three always have to keep crashing? I can't be fixing your Strikers every single day ...!"

"... I swear Marisa, if you leave this place with more than you came with, I'll have to punish you when we get back ..."

"... In fact, all medical experiments should wait until the 4th date at minimum; I thought I told you that already ..."

"Himawari."

The blue haired girl tuned out the rest of the conversations and turned her attention the girl in front of her. "Yes?" The brunette was holding out some food across the table. "What?"

"I don't like this. You eat it."

"Fine." Himawari leaned over and bit the food off of Sakurako's chopsticks. Now she really felt like she had done this before.

"Now feed me, my servant." Sakurako opened her mouth and leaned forward. "Quickly now; I'm hungry."

"No. I won't do it if you keep calling me your servant." Himawari replied coolly, as she returned to her own food. "Besides, you seem to fit the part more than I."

"Himawarrriii-" Sakurako started to whine, crossing her arms and pouting. "I did it for you! Now do it for me!"

"Fine, just stop causing a scene."

"A scene for who? The background characters?"

"No ... what? ... Whatever, just take this." The blue haired girl held up a piece and sighed. Did any of her other friends have to go through this too?

Sakurako chomped down on the offering, and made an odd happy sound. She smiled at Himawari when she had finished chewing, "More please!"

"... At least you said please this time." Himwari picked up another piece and offered it up. However, she saw that Sakurako hadn't moved from her position, "Do you want it or not?"

"Yeah! Toss it up and I'll catch it!" Sakurako smiled and pointed at her mouth. Himawari sighed, and tossed it in the air. It hit Sakurako directly in the forehead, landing back on the plate, bouncing a few times before coming to a rest. "Hey! Not directly at me! Up! Up!" She raised her arms, pointing skyward.

Himawari took it in her chopsticks once more, after checking to see that no one was watching, flicked her wrist slightly and sent it into the air. Sakurako positioned herself under it and caught it in her mouth, chewing happily. "That was fun! Again!"

For some strange reason, Sakurako's genuine happiness had struck a chord in Himawari, and she had to admit that it had been a little fun, for some reason that was unknown to her and probably wasn't valid anyway. She felt a little more accepting at the moment, so without saying anything, she picked up another piece. Looking up, she was startled to see Sakurako was now in the next table, sitting next to two other girls that Himawari recognized.

"Akaza-san? Yoshikawa-san? She said in confusion, "How long have you two been there? And why are you over there too, Sakurako?"

"Whaat?" Akari exclaimed tearily, "We were here before you! Did you not notice us?"

"You must have at least noticed me!" Chinatsu added in worriedly, "Right? Right?"

"No, we didn't," Sakurako said, "Now Himawari, throw it over here! Let's see if I can catch it." She was already oblivious to Chinatsu mourning about a having lack of presence being rubbed off on her.

Himawari put a bit more power in this toss, and was strangely pleased to see Sakurako catch it successfully, even though the brunette had to lean over Akari for it, blocking the red head from everyone's vision.

A starry eyed waitress who had been watching these events unfold came running who knows where (which is also the same place that Akari seems to appear from) and whispered something to Sakurako. Himawari noted that the waitress seemed to have to same kind of gaze as a certain white haired girl, and appeared to look at pairs of girls in a similar fashion. All of a sudden, Sakurako's face lit up, and she dashed to the other end of the room. Once there, she called out, "Ready!"

Poor Himawari was confused as ever, but the waitress came to the rescue. "Just throw that piece at me when I say go and then duck; I'll get you guys a 3.14% discount from the manager if you do." She walked behind Himawari, and the blue haired girl got up and had to turn around; she now had her back to Sakurako.

Now, a 3.14% discount wasn't exactly a big thing, but with factors like rising inflation and the costs of yuri manga climbing higher every day, Himawari felt that she held nothing to lose anyway. Also, the waitress herself had told her to do it, so she couldn't get in that much trouble, could she? Shrugging, she tossed the piece in the waitress' general direction when she heard the 'go', not knowing exactly what to expect.

The waitress suddenly reached down and pulled a spatula from her ankle holster. Rearing back, she tennis smashed the piece of nourishment across the room. Himawari had been so shocked that she had forgotten to duck, and watched in amazement as the piece whizzed by her like a bullet as it broke the sound barrier, even chopping a few strands of hairs off.

Sakurako jumped upwards with a cry and caught it in her mouth, head kicking back from the impact. She raised her arms in triumph as the restaurant erupted in cheers, leaving Himawari stunned. The brunette came running back to their table and sat down.

"That was fun, wasn't it Himawari?"

The blue haired girl was speechless. And then she wasn't. "What kind of place is this?" she sighed as she sank into her seat. The waitress had holstered her weapon, and went about her business as if nothing ever happened. She had left a coupon for the hefty 3.14% discount on their table, but Himawari noticed that there was another thing beside it, a piece of plastic about the size of a credit card. "What's this?" she picked it up as she simultaneously took a drink of water.

"It fell out of your pocket when you threw that curveball," said Sakurako, with an odd tone.

The blue haired girl drank as she examined the card. It had a picture of her on it, and her signature. Is this even mine? She thought curiously. The water Himawari had been drinking was suddenly sprayed out onto the card when she caught sight of the title.

Flat-chests Enthusiast Membership Card

"SAKURAKO! What the hell is this?" she sputtered as she held out the card. The card was definitely fake; her picture had been stapled, not even taped or glued, stapled onto the piece of plastic. The brunette must've slipped it into her pocket sometime during the day!

"What is what?" Sakurako asked, feigning innocence but failing badly. She took a look at the card and put her hand up to her mouth in mock surprise, "Himawari! I had no idea! This seems very unlike you, considering your chest size!"

"You made this, didn't you?" Himawari blushed furiously.

"Did I?"

"Why are you deflecting my question with another question?"

"Do I really do that?"

"Ugh ... never mind." She pocketed the card, still embarrassed. Was it untrue anyway? "Next time, don't put 'By Ohmuro Sakurako' on the back, and then maybe I'll believe it."

Ohmuro Sakurako, master putpocket, signature forger, card maker, and top Himawari teaser just giggled, considerably happier than before.

[Yuru Yuri!]

Author here; that's the end of chapter 3! I had to reuse a few scenes from the anime, but with my own twist on it. Hope you guys don't mind.

Anyway, thanks for your reviews and such!

Hope to see you in the next chapter. *bows*