Author's Note

I want to say that I'm surprised and happy with how quickly this popped off. 44 favorites in 10 days, y'all are seriously amazing! So here's a rapid fire chapter 2 for everyone.

I know it's sort of niche, but I did write a story for ESO in between this, so if anyone is interested in it, I'd love it if you gave it a read. That's all, lol. Please enjoy!

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"Onii-chan, can we go out to play?" = Speech.

''Yo, Yuuki, how have you been?'' = Thoughts/Phone calls

Chapter 2

Rated-M

M rating for mature themes, mentions of death, nudity, language, and sex.

Music of the day

Minecraft - Comforting Memories

He groaned softly in his sleep, a comfortable gentle warmth covering his body. Unconsciously, he reached up, wrapping his arms around the source of that pleasant heat. It felt different, new, comforting. He wanted to grab hold of it and never let it go, snuggling into the crook of its neck.

It cooed gently in his ear, what felt like silky smooth hair coming to fall over his face. The warmth shifted atop him, their body pressed against his own, not even a sheet between them.

It smelled like strawberries, and he couldn't stop the instinctive sniff he gave it. His unconscious mind wondered if it was dreaming, again yearning for that elusive companionship he'd been seeking for so long yet had always been just out of reach. Whatever it was, he wanted to continue to hold it for as long as he could.

His hands roamed lower, coming to rest upon two large bubbly fleshy hills. "A-Ahn…" A soft voice moaned in his ear, warm breath tickling his sensitive flesh.

His eyes twitched, his sleeping mind now realizing that he was in an unfamiliar situation.

He blinked, eyes slowly opening. The ceiling was still there, as it always was, but…

There was a weight on him, new and warm, pleasant.

And it smelled like strawberries.

He blinked in surprise, glancing down to find a strangely familiar buck naked, huge breasted, pink haired, heart shaped tailed girl. What's more, she was in his bed, snuggling up close to him in his sleep.

And she was naked…

And he was naked…

They were both naked, in the same bed, sleeping together underneath the same sheets.

Nothing in between them at all, the feeling of her bare nipples pressed against his chest clear as day, their legs intertwined like passionate lovers. Most people would have the decency to be surprised, perhaps embarrassed if they could not recall the events that led up to such a situation.

But he didn't…

Yet, more than that, he was sure he was imagining things again. It wouldn't be the first time he'd imagined waking up with a partner to call his own, and it wouldn't be any less heartbreaking when she faded away into nothing when consciousness finally returned to him, and he realized she wasn't real.

And yet, every time he would entertain this imaginary woman, playing along with whatever half baked excuses she would create. Because it brought him some fleeting sense of joy, even though it left him a broken shattered mess afterward.

Because even though her breath on his bare neck was fake, the feeling of her naked body pressed against his own was a conjugation of his bleeding heart, and the feeling of her fingers interlaced with his own were all nothing but mere dreams…

They were dreams that he clung to like a drug addict desperate for another hit, uncaring that they only continued to deteriorate his already strained mental fortitude with every puff. And when he awoke with the ghostly feeling of a beautiful woman lying atop him, he already knew that he was imagining things.

But even still, he wrapped his arms around her just the same, burying his face in the crook of her neck, eliciting a pleased little mewl from the sleeping woman. Even if it was only for the next few moments, or however long this dream lasted…

He just wanted to hold onto her and never let her go.

He took in a deep breath, her scent filling his lungs, her taste lingering on his lips as he pressed a small kiss to her neck.

She shifted atop him, head full of pink locks falling onto his forehead. His affectionate hold on her seemed to eventually wake the woman, her vibrant emerald eyes slowly blinking open. His own eyes opened to meet her own, already fearful the inevitable…

She would offer that beautiful smile to him, familiar green eyes sparkling in his dimly lit room. Then a moment later, with his arms wrapped tightly around her in a desperate attempt to make her stay, she would fade away, leaving him behind…

Alone…

He tensed up when doing just so, eyes wide as he searched her entirely, as if trying to commit her to memory.

But as the seconds felt like they were beginning to stretch into eternity, she had yet to fade.

The dream had decided to continue, if just for a little while longer, something made apparent when her lips slowly grew into an adorable little smile. "Good morning… darling." She breathed gently, beautiful pink locks falling to frame her face as she leaned forward, capturing his lips with her own.

He didn't fight it, even though he knew that it wasn't real…

A sleep paralysis demon who haunted him at night with the things he wanted most, gave him a taste of what it would be like to have them, then tear it all away.

A ghost that visited him in his dreams, but he could never quite remember her face.

This time, he could see her clear as day.

He smiled through their kiss, hands reaching up to tenderly hold her cheeks as he returned the display of affection. When she finally pulled away, covers falling down her body, he caught a glimpse of her long black tail wagging about excitedly behind her.

"You gave me quite a scare last night… Darling…" She hummed softly, her hand coming to rest upon his bare chest. She sat up, blankets falling down her body to pool at her thighs. Long strands of pink hair fell to seemingly perfectly cover her breasts, the shadow of her large bat wing shaped horns atop her head cast down over him.

He smiled bashfully, a nervous chuckle slipping past his lips. "Oh? I guess I forgot about last night…" He muttered to himself, no recollection of the night prior coming back to him. What did the Rito in his dreams do that he failed to remember?

The continuity of his continuously vivid dreams were completely scattered, so he found himself unsurprisingly lost at her words.

Her expression softened gently, a hum of excitement slipping past her lips as her fingers traced the curves of his bare chest. He wasn't a Martial Arts Champion, but he was no pushover, and it showed. Her thumbs passed over his nipples, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.

''This isn't real…'' He thought to himself, a downward spiral of disappointment tickling at the back of his mind.

''I know…'' He knew it to be true, as it always was, as it always had been.

''Then stop playing into it… It's not healthy…'' His subconscious tried to reason, worried.

''I-I…'' He choked pitifully. ''I can't… I don't… I don't want to stop.'' He realized with a sad splash of emotions.

Smiling through his crippling thoughts of self doubt and warnings, he looked forward to the dream he found himself in, even though he was mentally chewing himself out for it. "W-What are you doing here tonight?" He asked, curious.

The pink haired alien smiled cutely atop him, humming lowly as she bent back down to his level, her breasts pressed against his chest. "I'm your fiancée, silly!" She said simply, as if that explained everything. "I guess you passed out after you learned that, so I can see why you might not remember." She explained with vivid detail.

He made a show of understanding, nodding his head with a hum. "Ah, I guess that makes sense…"

She reached up, absentmindedly playing with a stray stand of his long brown bangs. He couldn't help it as his eyes got lost within her own, her emerald orbs almost ethereal.

"My name is Lala Satalin Deviluke. I'm the princess of the Devilukean race, from planet Deviluke." She introduced, blushing as she realized that such an introduction was a mouthful. As if to further her point, a slender black tail made itself known, coming out from behind her to wave at him. She turned around, showing her bare bubbly backside, her tail wagging to gain his attention.

He'd tossed passing glances at it before, but with her butt naked bubble butt literally inches from his face, he certainly couldn't help but look. Her tail came down to cover herself below, but it was barely enough to hide anything. Thankfully he was pretty straight laced even in his dreams, so he averted his eyes.

Although he had to wonder, what had he been looking at recently to give his sleep deprived brain the food it needed to conjure up this lewd scene playing out before him…?

Atop her head were two similarly slender horns. Although they resembled bat wings, connected to the side her head at a thin point, but flaring out wide in a shape that when they came together above her head almost seemed to form a crown. They wiggled about playfully, showing that they were very much real.

Then she held up a second finger, smile remaining. "When I teleported into your bath, you completed the Devilukian ritual to propose to a princess." She explained happily, before reaching up to cup her own naked breasts. "By reaching out and taking hold of my chest, you declared your desire for companionship and a wife. And I was there to accept it!" She beamed.

His expression softened at her words…

Companionship…

That's how he knew it wasn't real.

Because the only person that knew of his deep desire for that, was himself. It would be so easy to simply lean into it and just take everything as it was, but he couldn't even do that.

He shook his head, falling back to the bed in defeat. Lala seemed to notice the shift in his attitude, her happiness fading when she took in his dire expression. "Darling…?" She asked quietly, holding a hand to her chest nervously.

"I can't do it…" He muttered defeatedly, pressing his palms into his eyes.

He felt like such a looser, getting so deeply lost in his own head like this…

Gosh…

What was wrong with him…?

He must've been seriously messed up to be making up these things in his head…

Lala frowned sadly, before a thought came to her. She sat up suddenly, blanks falling from her naked body. She made a hum of contentment when she saw his eyes greedily drink her up, making her heart soar. Despite his sour mood suddenly, she was sure of one thing.

She could definitely make him excited, and she knew that it was one way to wipe that frown off his face. She bent back down to his level, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. He moaned as she bit his lips, her pointed canines marking him, drawing a deep and guttural sound from his throat.

His eyes widened when he felt her roaming hands crawl lower, sneaking past his trimmed brown bush and to the head of his suddenly throbbing erection.

That's when he finally realized that he was not dreaming what was happening.

He was out of the bed in a flash, standing across the room with a pillow in hand, ready to defend himself if need be.

"Wh-What?! HUH? You, explain, now!" He squeaked, holding a pillow threateningly. It did little to hide his raging erection, but he was more concerned by the fact that a stranger was literally sleeping with him.

This wasn't like him to pick up random women!

He'd literally never done that before!

How had she managed to get inside his apartment?

Was she dangerous?

Did she do something to Mikan?

Did she drug him?

What the hell was happening?!

She seemed surprised by his distress, if her lips quirking down in disappointment was anything to go off of. "What's wrong Darling? Have I done something to upset you?" She asked, voice loosing some of that happiness it held before.

His eyes narrowed, the kind guy in him accosting him for making her loose that smile…

Yet…

At the same time.

"W-Who are you!? Why are you in my bed?" He reiterated his point, pinning her with a questioning gaze that made her feel like her dad had just caught her stealing cookies. "And naked! And why am I naked?!" He pointed out, eyes blinking at different speeds.

God he was tired…

She shifted on the bed to face him, a little smile on her face. "I'm your fiancée, silly!" She said simply, as if that explained everything. "I already said that." She held a finger to her lips, humming cutely. "Hmmm, I'm starting to get worried that you hit your head or something. I just explained it all to you." She thought aloud.

His mouth opened and closed, unable to formulate words. He did vaguely recall last night now, her appearing inside his bath and how his hands ended up on her boobs…

How was he supposed to know that was an alien proposal tradition?

How was he supposed to know that she was an alien?

Aliens were real?

His hands on her boobs was a complete accident…

He held his head in his hands, taking a slow drawn out breath. He held it for a long moment, before blowing it all out.

He swore he was about to have a panic attack, or a mental breakdown.

Whichever happened first.

One was definitely coming.

Or both…

Both was certainly a very valid possibility at this point.

Opening his eyes, he leveled her with a firm stare, or as best he could manage. "Okay, we need to backtrack just a moment. I think there's been some sort of mistake…" He said, moving to sit on the bed beside her. He'd grabbed a pair of underwear from his drawer, slipping it on before joining her on his bed.

Her eyes widened, expression hurt. "Y-You mean I'm not good enough? Am I not pretty by human standards?" She asked quietly, holding a hand to her chest in worry.

His face flushed when his eyes were temporarily drawn back down to her naked body, confirming otherwise. "T-That's not what I meant." He clarified, swallowing thickly. "Truth be told, you're probably the most stunning girl I've ever seen before… Naked or otherwise…" Yuuki sighed, reaching up to rub the back of his head nervously. He was terrible when it came to talking to beautiful women.

Her eyes widened, pleased to hear him say that, yet she was expecting a 'but' was soon to follow.

"But up until about thirty seconds ago, I was one hundred percent sure you were a figment of my imagination..." He pressed firmly, the black bags underneath his eyes accentuating his point. "I-I can't be married to… I thought you weren't… I'm…?" He was loosing it at this point, falling to the ground as he held his head in his hands.

Lala practically leapt from the bed to rescue him, cradling his head to the valley of her soft heavenly bosom. She couldn't help it as her naturally motherly instincts kicked in when she saw him begin to fall into a breakdown.

"Darling, please…" She cooed softly, running her fingers through his long wild brown locks. "Just breathe with me." She begged, holding him close.

It took a while, but her very presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. As he took in her scent, he found his nerves dulling in a pleasant manner. Eventually she'd managed to calm him down, his half lidded eyes gazing up at her from the valley of her breasts. "Do you feel better now?" She asked cutely, tail wagging behind her.

He nodded quietly, all energy having left him.

Now he felt like he was floating in a head of clarity…

Tired, sleep deprived clarity.

She smiled brightly.

"Rito-kun… Can we talk about our engagement now?" She asked cutely, seemingly having little patience. She was dying to get into it personally.

He would've probably said something along the lines of, "Can this wait until tomorrow…?" But realized a little too late that she probably wouldn't want to wait, his face was literally full of her boobs, and he realized that at this point he just didn't care anymore.

It's not like he was in a relationship as it was, so having this girl literally throw herself at him and pronounce herself his fiancée wasn't the worst thing in the world. That and he wasn't sure he was strong enough to resist her anyway, she had some sort of superhuman strength.

He supposed this was what he got for wishing he had someone to hold, the universe had clearly spoken on his behalf…

Maybe he ought to keep his thoughts to himself from now on.

But, the more he thought about it, this could be a blessing in disguise.

He sighed deeply into her chest, hot breath tickling her sensitive buds. He reached up, taking hold of her shoulders to pull himself back up to the surface. She did eventually let him go, his tired eyes staring deep into her own. "Okay… Lala?" He started, clearing his throat.

She smiled, sitting a little straighter as he addressed her properly. "Yes, Darling?"

"I'll be willing to.. give this marriage proposal a chance…" He started, slowly drawing out his words. There was so much going through her head in that moment, so many things to take into consideration, it was just too much.

"Oh Rito-kun-!" She pulled him into a fierce hug.

Grunting uncomfortably underneath her immense strength, he continued. "B-But there will some ground rules!" He squeaked out, the air in his lungs leaving him.

She cooed in glee, ready to accept anything. Coughing to get air back in his tried lungs, he slumped. "Okay… Let's just slow down for a minute." He muttered. "I'm begging you…" He coughed.

"Okay." She smiled, sitting down quietly. Her tail wagging violently behind her told him that she was terrible at sitting still, but it was definitely cute. The fact that she was trying so hard for him was probably the most adorable thing he'd seen all night.

He nodded. "Okay, good." The brunette hummed. "Rule number one." He held up one finger for emphasis.

"Mmhmm mhmm!" She nodded with an abundance of enthusiasm.

"No walking around my apartment naked." Ignoring her pout of disappointment, which was supremely difficult to accomplish, he continued. "Rule two. Please don't break anything, I don't have the money to replace it. And three, just… try not to cause any problems." He trailed off, a headache already forming.

She offered him a playful salute, sticking her tongue out. "I promise!" She exclaimed proudly.

His eyebrows twitched. For some reason he didn't believe that she planned to follow any of those rules. That said, he did have one question. "Why are you here? And before you tell me, 'it's because we're engaged', I mean what brought you to earth?" It had been bothering him ever since she said she was an alien princess from a different planet.

What would a space princess off all people need from an earthling? Especially one like him?

As if sensing his tension, her mood dipped. "I used this, Mr Warp." She explained, holding up her wrist for emphasis. There was a black metal band hanging around her wrist, strange intricate designs built into it. "It can teleport me short distances, so I used it to escape from my escape pod."

His eyes scrunched up in worry. "Escape pod? What happened? Were you running?" He couldn't help it, the protective urge overcoming him.

Was she in danger?

Were there people coming for her, and if so, for what reason?

Were they going to appear here?

Did she need protection?

"I'm being chased…" She muttered quietly, glancing out the window to the darkness of the outside world. It was still very early into the morning, the sun not even up yet, still two hours away.

She wasn't ready for him to grasp her shoulders, forcing her to face him. The worry in his eyes was…

Stunning.

Worried, not for himself, but her, a total stranger.

It touched her heart. But more than that, it made her feel a little guilty.

"Lala. Are you in danger?" Rito asked seriously, searching her eyes.

A nervous expression overtook her face, eyes closed. "I thought if I'd come to Earth I'd be safe, but they followed me here too. I'd just barely managed to escape before my ship was captured. But…" She trailed off, looking away.

"But what?" He murmured, holding her just a little closer. He couldn't help it. He wanted to hold her close and protect her, consequences be damned. He wasn't going to stand here and do nothing now that he knew she was in trouble, regardless of who was coming after her.

"I lost Peke along the way. Mr. Warp can't take anything besides life forms, so I lost him when I escaped. I sure hope he's alright…"

No sooner had she said as much, something came flying at the window. It stopped just inches away from crashing into it, waving frantically outside to get their attention.

Lala's eyes widened. "Peke!!" She exclaimed in glee, jumping from the bed. Yuuki's slapped his hands over his eyes, lest his wandering gaze roam her completely butt naked backside.

''Oh, so that's where her tail connects. Right above her-'' His subconscious noticed curiously, his hands clearly not fast enough to stop his eyes from wandering.

"Lala-sama! Oh my goodness, I'm so glad I found you!" It was a little fluffy stuffed toy looking creature, dressed in white tights and a slim fitting white outfit. Its head was round, completely featureless save for its swirling black eyes. It hovered off the ground with use of its black wings, wings that seemed to resemble Lala's horns.

Her voice was decidedly female, but he wondered if it was at all biological, or if it was something of a robot. It turned to look at him, seemingly sizing him up, before turning back to her master. "Lala-sama, who is this decidedly good looking human?" She asked cutely, eliciting a blush from said human.

Seeing a chance for him to step away for a moment, he took this opportunity to get dressed. The longer he had no pants on around the considerably hot alien girl the more chances that something might happen. While Lala was talking to Peke, if he heard her right, he slipped into fitted sweatpants and a gym shirt, comfortable and useful.

Now socially comfortable, he approached the two of them. While Lala was completely unaware, he approached her from behind, and took one of his oversized tee shirts.

"Darling? What are you- eep!" The girl squeaked, horns gently flexing around the fabric of the shirt as he forced it on over her head. She shook her head like some sort of cat once it was on, horns flaring out again like they'd not even been bothered. "N-Nyhng, D-Darling please be gentle, my horns are sensitive…" She moaned quietly, cheeks flushed as she reached up to tentatively grasp the black wings atop her head.

He filed that information away for later.

"Rule number one. No walking around my house naked." He reiterated, arms crossed to make his point clear like a disappointed parent to his disobedient daughter.

Although…

Now that he noticed it…

He could see just about everything through the stretched out fabric of his white tee shirt, the outline of her pink nipples clear as day. His eyes twitched as she turned to face him, the shirt stopping halfway down her belly, most of it hanging over her heaving boobs.

He sighed, trying to keep his face neutral. He was still sure he was in some sort of coma brought forth by his lack of sleep.

''Baby steps…'' He reminded himself. Glancing to the robot stuffed animal, or whatever it was, he introduced himself. "I'm Rito Yuuki." He said with a gentle yet tired smile, holding his hand out to the levitating creature.

She stared at the opposing appendage for a moment, before excitedly taking it. "Lala-sama, I like this human!" Peke cooed in happiness. "Hi Rito-kun, I am Peke. Lala-sama created me to be the ultimate costume robot!" She explained, spinning around as if to show herself off.

"Costume robot? How does that work…?" He murmured to himself, holding a hand to his chin in thought. Lala grinned, tapping Peke on the shoulder.

"Like this!" Rito glanced back up at her statement, watching as Peke suddenly transformed into a stream of white cloth-like material. He found himself unable to look away as Peke literally tied the girl up, wrapping her body around Lala's naked form.

Ankles tied together, white fabric sneaking into the gap between her thighs, cupping her bountiful posterior before snaking up to her breasts.

And she was moaning, every single movement the robot made seemingly wrapping more snugly around her, until…

In a flash of light, she changed.

Previously naked, Lala was now adorned in a completely out of this world getup. It was mostly a white tan color, skintight bodysuit with fluffy frills on her hips, shoulder cuffs that flared out, gloves that seemingly ended in paw pads on her fingertips, and finally a large hat that resembled Peke's head.

It was without a doubt, completely over the top, unbelievable eye catching eye candy, and somehow it completely matched her bubbly air headed demeanor.

So, suffice it to say, he decided to leave it be.

''Hey she's wearing clothes now…'' He thought dryly. ''Baby steps, Rito, baby steps…'' He reminded himself. A yawn suddenly split his lips, his attention drawn to the clock on the side of his bed.

It was two in the morning.

''Thank god it's saturday…'' He realized with a sense of relief. He was already sleep deprived, if he had to work today he was going to loose his marbles…

Now shopping…

That was something he still needed to do.

Maybe he could buy some new marbles…

"Lala…" He spoke up, drawing her attention. Despite his best efforts to stay calm considering all of this, a part of his still felt as if he was dreaming. It wasn't a bad dream per se, but it certainly was one he needed to get used to. "As excited as you a-" He started, interrupted by a lip splitting yawn. "-as you are about all this, I'm too tired to handle it. Listen, how about we just, go to sleep and handle all of this tomorrow…?" He offered helpfully, trying to not sound too pleading.

"But it's already tomorrow, Rito-Kun…" She pointed out plainly.

His shoulders fell. "Right…" He bemoaned. "Then later today, after I get some sleep…" He yawned again, moving to crawl back into his bed.

Their bed?

Gah…

This was all too much to handle on two hours of sleep and no coffee.

He swore, if anyone else decided to interrupt his beauty sleep, he was going to throttle them something fierce.

And he wouldn't even be sorry about it.

As he collapsed to his bed, eyes gazing lifelessly up at his ceiling above, he couldn't help the tears that suddenly began to prickle at the corners of his eyes. He didn't even seem to notice Lala snuggle up to him, wrapping her arms around one of his own as she fell asleep in his warmth.

"What's wrong, Rito-kun…?" She asked quietly, her new costume feeling surprisingly comfortable against him.

He forced out a bitter self deprecating laugh. "I-I just… I feel like I'm not going to be able to give you what you want…" He murmured, rolling onto his side. She shifted to lay across from him, finally taking the moment to truly look him over, something he did just the same.

Her tail fell to lay over his legs, her hands reaching out to grab hold of his own. "I-I can be everything you need, Rito-kun. Please just tell what what's causing you to worry, and I'll make it all better." She begged, sounding almost pleading. "I-I won't be a burden, I swear!"

He wasn't ready for her to become almost…

Terrified.

Scared of losing him-?

No…

Scared of becoming someone who would get in his way and become a burden.

His expression softened in an almost parent-like understanding as his fingers tightened around her own. "Hey, it's alright. I didn't mean it like that…" He breathed out softly, pulling her into a soft and tender kiss, the affection that she oh so desperately wanted.

She ate it right up.

"It's just, I'm not as free as you might think." He explained quietly, glancing off to the side of his room. He looked towards the slightly open door, towards Milan's room. "I have important obligations in life… I'm just afraid that I won't be able to give you the attention you would deserve from me…" He trailed off, word genuine.

Her eyes widened, breath taken away by his sincerity. He was worried, not that she would get in his way, but that he wouldn't be able to give her what she wanted.

Her lips quirked upwards in a shaky yet real smile. "I'm glad I picked you." She muttered genuinely, leaning forward to nuzzle in the crook of his neck.

Still though, she did have one question…

"W-What sort of obligations…?" She murmured nervously. "Are you already married?"

He cackled lightly before he could stop himself. "N-No, no!" He shook his head, fighting down his tickled amusement. "Well, in a manner of speaking… I suppose you could say that I'm married to my position, and I'm not going to give it up." He explained elusively.

She blinked, perplexed.

However…

"O-Onii-san…?" A little voice peeped out from the darkness of his room, his door creaking open.

The eldest Yuuki slipped out of the pink haired alien's grasp, sliding to the edge of the bed with his arms out in welcome. "Hey sunshine… I guess we woke you, huh…?" He cooed, encouraging her towards him.

Lala's eyes slowly widened in shock as a little brown haired girl tentatively wandered into his room, clutched in her hands a furry stuffed bear toy. She stared in disbelief, before slowly turning back to him.

Mikan quickly scampered over to him, crawling up into his lap as he held her close to his chest. She stared cutely at the stranger in her big brother's bed, eyes shining with cute childlike wonder. "Onii-san… W-Who is this?" She asked quietly, clutching the bear a little closer.

Yuuki smiled gently, running his fingers through the little girl's hair. The look that graced his face made the woman's heart flutter, as if she was merely looking at him for the first time.

He glanced her way, his gentle eyes setting upon her. "Hmm, well… I guess you could call her my fiancée…" He smiled, the look making Lala's heart melt.

It was different when he had the little girl in his arms. His air changed, his eyes softened…

And…

He looked more alive.

Mikan's eyes slowly widened in surprise, as the meaning of the word finally came to her. She started to tear up, but she wasn't sad…

If anything…

She looked happy. "T-Then…" She started, playing with her hands nervously tied around the bear. "Then can I call you Onee-san…?" Her voice came out in a hopeful whisper.

Lala stared quietly down at her, before a smile broke her lips. "I'd love that!" She beamed genuinely, snatching the girl up into her arms.

Rito the space princess snuggle the girl to her chest, practically shaking with excitement as Mikan clung to her. He closed his eyes as his head hit the pillow, and this time, even Lala wasn't going to wake him…

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