*Sorry for the crap updating schedule, guys. I really have been busy lately, but hey, what are ya gonna do, right? Anyway, there isn't much left until the weeeddinggg! I don't think I'll do any lemon chapters before the end, unless you guys really want it. Feel free to message me or review in the form of a request if you guys wanna see something happen, or have an idea. I will credit you if I use it, too, of course! So have fun reading, I hope you keep with Rebekah and Takashi till the end. (THERE MIGHT BE AN EPILOGUE. MAYBE. BUT IT'D BE SHORT, LIKE THE HARRY POTTER KIND. So look for that eventually. Haha)*

My little sister had her packed bags sitting next to the door, awaiting the time when she'd be off to her friend's house. It had been two days since our first night of break together, and Ouka was ready to leave to hang out with friends, which would give Rebekah and I four days to ourselves. As in no interruption, not parents, no rules. Completely. Alone.

I wasn't sure how well I'd be able to contain myself if the need arose.

The girls were upstairs, making sure that Ouka had everything, and Rebekah was going to do her hair and makeup for her, apparently just because. I sat downstairs sulking; arms crossed and feet up on a chair, knowing that in reality, Ouka was going to be seeing a boy while she was out. She was going to a girl's house, but I was fairly sure that she was sweet on her friend's older brother. I didn't like that Rebekah was supporting it, but what was I going to do? She was only a year and a half younger than me, and I was getting married in a few months. I didn't exactly have a valid argument to keep her single.

While I waited, I played back the last few days in my head. I watched in my head as the two girls I loved the most each beat me in board games, practiced and played with me in the dojo, cooked meals, and played with the dogs. Ouka and Rebekah got along famously, and I honestly couldn't see how life could get any better during those times when we were all together. It hadn't been bad. Really fun, actually.

The girls laughed upstairs, followed by a flicker as they turned off the bathroom lights, and a flurry of footsteps as my fiance lept down the stairs. She skittered over to the dining table, where I sat lounging. She zipped around me and covered my eyes. Then loudly announced to the pretty much empty house. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" I could hear the smile in her voice as she continued, "PLEASE WELCOME, THE ONE, THE ONLY- OUKAAA MORINOZUKAAA!" She let her hands slide down to my neck, and rubbed her thumbs around the back edge of my jaw, which hung loosely when I saw my sister.

I only barely recognized her. Her long black hair didn't hang in a ponytail, or straight down her back like usual. Instead, Rebekah had curled it gently so that it flowed and cascaded down her back in swirls. Her bangs didn't blend into her hair now, but swooped across her face like a thick set of feathers. Her eyes were still blue, but not so icy as normal. The same shade, but somehow warmer. I suspected it had something to do with the earthy, neutral shadows and accents Rebekah had used to highlight her eyes. She had dressed casually, flowing jeans that were tighter on her thighs and got loose around her calves. Her sneakers peeked out from underneath the heap of material that gathered there. She wore a pink tank-top and a denim jacked that only reached to the bottom of her ribs. She looked simple, but fabulous.

I stood and walked over to her, grasped her shoulders, then carefully embraced her. I pulled back and looked at her gently made-up eyes, "You look amazing. He's lucky." She flushed, not sure how to respond, but smiled at me all the same. She knew there was no point in denying anything, when I knew something, there wasn't a way of getting away from the truth.

There was a knock at the door. I glanced at it before turning back to my younger sister. "Well, that's your cue. I'll help you take your bags out."

We did just that, and as we walked out, I saw a black car in our driveway, a girl around my sister's age stood in front of our door, her slightly older brother leaning against the car outside. Evidently, it was his, and he drove. He looked familiar, though I couldn't place where I'd seen him before. Blonde hair swathed his head, like something out of an American surfing magazine. His green eyes seemed familiar in a way, too. His little sister was clearly Japanese, he was clearly not. Maybe step-siblings? Maybe Rebekah had a relative that looked like him. It was killing me that I couldn't tell where I'd seen him.

I was tempted to talk to him, but thought better of it. If I knew Ouka, she hadn't made her feelings clear at all yet. I shouldered her bags and walked with her and her friend to the car, where the boy popped the trunk and helped me arrange them. I smiled at him, he was good mannered enough.

I walked back up to the house and turned in the doorway. I lifted my hand in farewell to my sister, not acknowledging the arms that wound themselves around my waist until it was out of sight. I dropped my wave to cover my fiance's hands. She whispered in my ear, "It's okay... Even if she is growing up, she's going to be fine. She has you for a big brother." She kissed me below my ear and started to drag me back inside by the waist. "Besides... We're all alone now, right?"

Oh, that mischievous girl...

I smiled, and gladly shut the front door while we stumbled up the stairs as quickly as our feet would take us.