My comments as follows. The spelling's atrocious because its difficult to
type and use the mouse with one hand.

Warning: Lemony material ahead.

wheee!

Don't read if you are under eighteen, or
whatever the local laws regarding such material are in your local area.

hahaha

You can freely blame Donny Cheng for this.

Damn you, Donny Cheng, whoever you are

He's the one that put the seeds
of this idea in my mind. I would most likely have never come up with this

if

he hadn't just kept going on and on about Dual! lemons and getting my mind
flowing in this sort of direction. It is entirely his fault.

This is post episode 14/OVA. Events taking place the next day after the

last

episode.

Ive never seen any Dual, but I checked out a Dual webpage before reading
this to see what it was about. It was completely unhelpful, though I did see
some pictures of a few hot girls and an odd mech.

Differences in the Mitsukis will be done from whichever character's POV is
being used. If it's Mitsuki Sanada, she thinks of Mitsuki Rara in terms of
Rara. The reverse is true for Mitsuki Rara.

Hey as long as *you* dont mix it up

And now onward:

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"Ge-stalt: a structure, configuration, or pattern of physical, biological,
or psychological phenomena so integrated as to constitute a functional

unit

with properties not derivable by summation of its parts."
--Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary--

Good for Webster! I really hate it when people define their titles, it
sounds like the opening to a sixth grader's SCA speech. We're big kids, we
can use a dictionary.

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The sun crested the horizon, signaling the start of a brand new day in a
brave new world

and the day several brave young girls suddenly feel like shedding their
sexual inhibitions, no doubt

Except the world did not feel particularly new to Mitsuki Sanada, even if

it

really was. It looked the same as last week. It felt the same. The ground
was as hard as ever as she walked across it. The sky was the same azure

hue.

I think azure *is* a hue. If the sky is actually azure, thats one fucked up
sky. Still, I love that word too: Azure....

The air smelled at it always had, that mix of nitrogen, oxygen, smog, and

a

handful of other gases. The food tasted the same, instant ramen as bland

as

ever,

i resent that

home cooked meals leaning towards the delicious. Clothing producing
the same sensations rayon, cotton, silk, and a host of other fabrics

always

did against her skin. It was the same in all the ways that mattered,
existentialism be damned.

It was only in the little details of personal history that were really
different. That and the complete restructuring of the New Rara Order in

its

vain attempt at global domination. But that was in the 'other world'

anyway,

so it didn't really count as having been changed, even if Mitsuki had

spent

several months there.

And it was all thanks to Kazuki Yotsuga, who, for one brief shining

moment,

was given the power of the Gods and could shape reality to his personal
whim.

this from the anime, or is this you?

Gazing at the world outside, Mitsuki was thankful Kazuki lacked

imagination.

yeah, shes lucky he wasnt happosai

With a tired yawn she forced herself out of bed and began the task of
preparing for yet another day of school. Her nightgown was discarded and a
bathrobe chosen in favor of it. There was a time when she wouldn't have
worried about such things and could have gone to the bath dressed in

nothing

more than a towel, but that was before Kazuki moved himself into her house
and home. Ostensibly, it was because his parents were out of town for
several months and he needed somewhere to live, so it fell to Mitsuki's
father, who was a friend of Kazuki's parents, to look after their young
charge while they were away. The truth was the whole situation was

Kazuki's

doing. With all of existence sitting in the palm of his hand, that was one
of the few things he had wished for when the opportunity presented itself,
even if he denied it openly. Mitsuki knew better, but rarely pressed the
issue unless Kazuki put her in a foul mood.

She supposed it was flattering. Undoubtedly part of the reason Kazuki had
arranged to move in was so he could spend more time with her, just like
things had been back in the parallel universe they had been

unceremoniously

thrown into. Making D a part of her family, as well as Commander Yamano...
Mother, was an interesting added touch. In the case of the former, Mitsuki
was sort of pleased. D was nice enough as a sibling, especially since

after

the reformation she had started behaving like a normal girl instead of a
walking alien artifact, and it was nice to do away with the loneliness

being

an only child entailed. In the case of trading in one of Mitsuki's old
parents for a new one, she still had no idea what Kazuki was thinking when
he added that little touch.

i guess this is all from the anime plot line

Clashing memories filled Mitsuki's mind. First there were the ones of

Ayuko

Sanada (now Rara) all but ignoring her only offspring the majority of the
child's life before eventually abandoning her family altogether. A second
set of thoughts, newer, yet feeling as though they had been there the

entire

time, remembered a far more caring (though excessively prone to lecturing)
Akane Sanada acting as Mitsuki's mother for the entirety of her life. It

was

a fabrication, at least by Mitsuki's reckoning, but one that held an odd
sort of comfort. It bothered her that she preferred the lie Kazuki had
created to the real life she had once before. But seeing her father's
beaming face --one that had departed along with Ayuko-- when he spent

quiet

moments with his wife and daughters, was a consolation that Mitsuki would
never have thought possible. So she left any objections with the way her
life had been rewritten silent in the recesses of her mind.

well this is a very thoughtful paragraph for a lemon. I like that idea,
whether it is your or theirs, that a kid would change his mother. Maybe it
says something about the neccessity of maternal care. That he needs the
relation, but not that particular woman says a lot about him i guess. His
life passed a certain point and it became neccessary that his supporting
cast evolve with him. I wonder what the morality of that is. Im reminded of
the Paul Oakenfold remix of that Sarah McLachlan song, where shes singing
something like 'how can i learn to hurt for you if you wont let me hurt.'
That tears me up. Dont know what Id do in this kid's situation.

The sight of Hartzenen outside her window turned her mind away from the

new

pages her life was now written upon. Her hand came up to her head in
response to a throbbing from her temple. She had hoped, no, prayed that

the

events from last night had been a nightmare. What had she been thinking

when

she dressed up in one of those ridiculous Rara cheesecake outfits and
proclaimed to the world that it needed to bow down to her and the newly
formed 'Rara Army'?

she was thinking she wanted some cheesecake and knew the best way to get it

How completely absurd. Mitsuki just hoped the neighbors
hadn't recognized her in that collection of leather straps that was

supposed

to represent an outfit. Her 'cousin', little Miss Rara, might not have had

a

second thought about prancing around in tight leather and jackboots while
loudly proclaiming she was going to conquer the world, but Mitsuki Sanada
was firmly grounded in reality.

shes a regular ned flanders

She got all the attention she wanted by
walking down a street. More than she wanted, actually, with the continuous
outpouring of love letters she received from her classmates at school. She
didn't need to overcompensate for having a passive personality by doing

such

outrageous things.

It was peculiar that she had engaged in such behavior in the first place.
She wasn't surprised by the other girls doing it. Rara had done it long
before Mitsuki had ever met her. D was just a child, and for some odd
reason, looked up to the 'other' Mitsuki, so following in Rara's footsteps
made a certain kind of sense. Yayoi was just plain starved for any

attention

Kazuki might throw her way.

But Mitsuki Sanada was made of sterner stuff.
She was her own woman, and had proved it by initially resisting the idea.
But once Yayoi crossed the barrier by offering to wear the outfit for

Kazuki

(and the louse agreed she would look good in it), Mitsuki's resolve

vanished

and she ended up right alongside the other three, acting like a complete
idiot, and she still hadn't figured out why. The only good thing about the
sordid affair was the way Kazuki had looked at her. It was partly
embarrassment at her behavior, but there was something else there, she had
been certain. Something more along the lines of lust, or at the very least
attraction.

now *here* we go....

A warmth spread across Mitsuki's cheeks as she remembered the way Kazuki

had

stared, irritating her to no end. What was it with her lately? Whenever

she

pictured Kazuki in her mind, she seemed to feel... strange. And a lot of

the

strangeness depended on what he was doing at the time. Looking and paying
attention to her was good, filling her with a peace that made her know on
some instinctual level that all was right with the world. Not paying
attention to her was marginally less better. Acting like a nervous,
indecisive twit was not so good. Not knowing what she was thinking, when

it

was blatantly obvious, was bad. Paying attention to Yayoi, or the ultimate
sin, that flirty little Miss Rara, was very, very bad. And when Kazuki was
bad, he was punished. Sometimes in little ways, sometimes in big ones.

will this come into play later? :) It seems she shares a connection with the
boy on a deeper level. Thats going to make it difficult for them to get
together

Mitsuki was never lax in letting him know of her disappointment in him.

Not that Mitsuki was jealous or possessive or anything. She certainly

didn't

think of Kazuki like THAT.

yeah she does

And it was not as though she disliked Yayoi or
Rara; they were actually nice people and she got along with them fine,

just

so long as Kazuki wasn't around. When he was within either of the girls'
lines of sight, that was when the problems cropped up. The two of them

were

so desperate for his attention they would go after him like two starving
dogs that were tossed a side of raw meat. They didn't understand what he

was

really like, not the way Mitsuki did. But the idiot kept acting tempted by
them, when he should have been tempted by...

A low growl escaped Mitsuki's throat. Again she caught her mind
involuntarily regarding Kazuki in non-platonic ways. Sometimes it seemed

she

couldn't steer her mind clear of him. If her thoughts drifted off in the
slightest, the had developed a bad tendency to inevitably turn back

towards

her house guest, making her feel odd in ways he shouldn't be able to.

There

were other boys she knew that were more handsome, more built, more
aggressive, and more interesting than Kazuki, ones that had demonstrated

in

interest in her. Yet none of the ever interested her, even before she had
met Kazuki. So what was it about someone so unassuming that set him apart
from the rest of the male species?

well girls can smell an agenda a mile away (just like Hannibal Lecter)

As Mitsuki exited her bedroom and headed towards the bath, her mind ran

off

a list of the finer qualities Kazuki possessed: qualities she had learned
when they had lived under the same roof, as well as fighting in life and
death struggles aside one another. Despite a timid exterior, he was
unbelievably brave. He was almost enthusiastic when it had come to

helping

save the world. He didn't act like some lech, like most of the other guys
his age. He showed interest in her thoughts when she expressed her

opinions,

at least most of the time. And he was caring. A bit too caring perhaps, in
that he would drop anything to help any of the girls in his life. But

given

a choice between having him too caring and not caring enough, Mitsuki knew
she preferred him as he was every single time.

Thinking about it, Mitsuki had to admit there was something there that

could

probably be worked with and that Kazuki was not a complete loss. Though it
would have helped if he was better looking, or at least a little taller.

And

he was just so passive. A little aggression wouldn't hurt him. What he
needed was a few courses in assertiveness from Mitsuki Rara's other half,
Miss Ra. Sort of another version of that, like a Mr. Ra, or something.

hahaha    always great dialogue
(but I thought Mitsuki *was* Rara's other half?)

Pausing in front of the door to the bath, a giggle slipped past Mitsuki's
lips as an image of Kazuki, dressed in one of Miss Ra's outfits, came to

her

unbidden. She was still deeply amused in thought when a soft voice behind
her said, "What's so funny, Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki's reaction was to stop giggling and shoot guilty glance to the
speaker. Thinking of the Devil, and she would appear, or at least the more
timid version of her would. Mitsuki let out a nervous chuckle as she

stared

into a face that was far too familiar for her liking. Before her stood
Mitsuki Rara, clad only in a towel that barely reached either the top of

her

chest or the bottom of her rear end.

<bzzzzzzt>  -Passengers please fasten your seatbelts-

"Oh, it was nothing, really. Just a joke someone told me the other day,"
Mitsuki Sanada offered in weak explanation.

Lacking any hint of guile or suspicion, Mitsuki Rara said, "I'd like to

hear

it. I always enjoy a good laugh."

"It, ah, wasn't that funny, actually." She cleared her throat, trying to
change the subject. "What are you doing wearing only that? I told you to

you

have to wear something decent. There are men in this house, you know."

Rara looked down at her towel, as though seeing it for the first time. "I
don't think Uncle Ken would have those sorts of thoughts about me. He
doesn't seem the type, and I'm sure Auntie Akane keeps him satisfied in

that

way."

"Those are my parents you're talking about!" Even if only one of them

really

was, sort of. "Besides, I wasn't talking about Dad. I was talking about
Kazuki."

Now it was Rara's turn to blush. "Oh, Kazuki wouldn't have those sorts of
thoughts. He's a perfect gentleman. Just look at how he treated me when
Mother tried to set us up together." There was a slight wistfulness in her
voice. "I was completely naked and he didn't take advantage of me in the
slightest."

"Thanks for reminding me. I was just getting over that," Mitsuki grumbled.
"And dressing like that is a good way to get him over that little

gentleman

act of his."

"Do you think it would?" Rara's voice was heavy with hope as her blush
deepened.

"We're not going to find out." Mitsuki grabbed her temporal counterpart by
the hand and dragged her into the bath, shutting the door behind them.

Now safely ensconced from the possibility of Kazuki finding them, Mitsuki
began running water into buckets for both herself and her cousin...
sister... doppelganger, or whatever the correct term was for their
relationship. It was bad enough when Rara had to live with them since her
parents were 'out of town' (meaning they were secretly living next door

the

entire time) but with that house destroyed by Hartzenen's carelessness,

Rara

was now forced to live with Mitsuki and her family for an indefinite

amount

of time. At least the older Raras were staying at a hotel, rather than
making the house even more overcrowded than it already was.

Finished with filling the bucket, Mitsuki saw that Rara had already hung

the

towel on a hook and was sitting naked on a stool in preparation for

cleaning

herself. As Mitsuki removed her own robe, she took the opportunity to
carefully examine her counterpart's nude form. Mitsuki's lips curved
downward and eyebrows furrowed as her eyes poured over every detail of her
'cousin' who was far closer to a twin.

Double or not, there were differences in more than hair style and color
between the two girls. Rara was in great physical shape. There was fine
muscle tone throughout her body, yet she managed to not lose one bit of

her

feminine curves. Her legs were long and shapely making Mitsuki wince.
Compared to Rara, she felt her own thighs were large and flabby. At least
their hips were about the same, though again Rara might have had the edge
there with hers being slightly narrower. And then there were the breasts.
Mitsuki had assumed since they shared the same bra size, they would be in
the same shape, but there was something about her counterpart's chest that
seemed more perky in comparison. Mitsuki's hands grasped the underside of
her own breasts, feeling them to see if they had become flabby on her
without realizing it.

Rara asked, "Mitsuki, would you mind washing my back?"

The question interrupted Mitsuki's examination. It was just as well, since
she was becoming tired of comparing herself to Rara and losing every time.
"What? Why?"

Rara said, "It's a bit hard for me to get back there. If you'd be kind
enough to wash it, I'll wash yours."

"Oh, okay." It was a simple request. In the past, there were times D had
helped in reaching those hard to get spots when they shared a furo before.
Mitsuki picked up a washcloth, soaked it in the soapy water from the

bucket

at Rara's feet, and proceeded to wash her counterpart's back.

Being this close to her sort of rival, Mitsuki took the opportunity to
examine Rara's skin more closely. Here, she thought, she finally had the
advantage. Her cousin's skin was pale, something that was only highlighted
by her auburn locks, while Mitsuki's own was a pleasant tan, though not

the

darkened hue of most 'sun-worshipper's.' Rara looked like she hardly ever
spent a day in the sun, which suited Mitsuki just fine. Perhaps she would
purchase a jar of 50 SPF sunblock for Rara's birthday to ensure she

remained

that way.

Much closer than ever before, Mitsuki continued studying Rara. Despite the
pale cast to it, her skin's texture was perfect. There wasn't a single
blemish to be found. No tiny scars indicating a rough childhood, no little
nicks left by chicken pox, nothing. It was as though her skin was made out
of clay, allowing any imperfections to be smoothed out, and leaving her

with

a flawless cast that would be the envy of any woman. Mitsuki couldn't say
the same for herself. She had scars earned through something of a tomboy
childhood, and a pox had left her with a handful of tiny marks that she
actively tried to hide and constantly felt self-conscious about. She would
have given anything to have skin as immaculate as the girl in front of

her.

That damnable Rara had the advantage in almost every aspect.

"You're in great shape," Mitsuki commented. There was a touch of venom in
her voice as she continued scrubbing her counterpart's back, wondering if
she could 'accidentally' scratch it, just so it would have some sort of
flaw.

Rara's body seemed to turn slightly red, and not from the steady

scrubbing.

"No, I'm not really."

"Yes, you are."

"Well, maybe it's because of the time I spent in the Rara army. Even

though

I was the daughter of the leader, I had to go through combat training like
everyone else. And in my role as spokesperson, as well as occasional field
commander, I had to be in superior physical shape for appearance's sake. I
had to go through further advanced training for that. I still do a half

hour

of exercises every morning, and three times a week I'll stay after school
and use the gym facilities for a more intensive workout. I never even

think

about it anymore. I guess it's become a habit for me."

"I'm envious," Mitsuki admitted. That was certainly more exercise than she
ever did.

"Why? You're in great shape too."

"No, I'm not," Mitsuki insisted in vehement denial.

Turning her head so she could look Mitsuki in the eye, Rara said, "If you
want, you can stay after school with me and we can work out together."

The offer, given with such heartfelt sincerity, made Mitsuki feel slightly
guilty about the case of envy she had been suffering from. "Okay, I think

I

will."

Rara turned back around. "That'll be nice. Working out with friends is

much

more fun than doing it by myself. It's sort of boring exercising alone,
actually."

"I know what you mean. I usually don't like being alone either. I'll
definitely start working out with you."

If she really felt so antagonistic toward rara before, i doubt this little
chat would have changed her demeanor 180 degrees. doesnt rara know mitsuki
resents her? and if not, wouldnt something similar to this have been said
long before such that they would make up?
Dont get me wrong, im certainly not complaining about it...

With that decided, Mitsuki returned to the task of cleaning. Her mood
improved, the work was done more enthusiastically than before. Gently her
hands brought the washcloth to the back, caressing as much as cleaning.

Now

that Mitsuki reconsidered things, it was silly to be jealous.

very silly

Why shouldn't
her cousin-sister be allowed to have a sexy body?

let the girl have a sexy body!

It wasn't like Mitsuki
ever considered herself the most gorgeous woman around, just in the upper
ten percent.

(inserting mental image of favorite underwear model here)

There were plenty of other attractive girls in school, but she
certainly never felt envious of them.

The close proximity to Rara made Mitsuki aware of a fragrance emanating

from

her body. It seemed to hover at the edge of her senses, tantalizing and
intoxicating at the same time. It reminded her of the scent of a forest
being reborn with the dawn of a new Spring. No longer satisfied with

merely

using a cloth as a medium, Mitsuki lathered one of her hands with water

and

soap and proceeded to use it to clean as well. Underneath delicate
fingertips, Mitsuki could feel skin as soft and pristine as it appeared to
the eye. Electricity seemed to dance in her fingertips wherever they made
contact with flesh. Soap and lather failed to dull the effect as Mitsuki
went from cleaning to tracing the curve of Rara's spine, stopping only

when

she reached the top of the divide separating the buttocks. Even then she

had

to resist the urge to continue ever downward. But the stool would prevent
her from going far, and there was the rest of the body to consider.

Deciding the back was finished, Mitsuki opted to move to another section

of

her compatriot's body and began cleaning it off. Gently her hands reached
the flanks of Rara's side, one hand washing with a cloth, the other

content

to rub across the flesh with a watery hand. No protest was raised as

Mitsuki

stroked, then handled, the surprisingly solid muscle that lay beneath the
pale skin. This time the reaction was one of admiration, not jealousy.
Mitsuki refused to allow her fingers to cease their contact, instead

basking

in every delicious curve of the young woman seated in front of her. From

the

top of the hips to under her arms, Mitsuki was thorough in the task before
her, leaving no section of flesh untouched.

Despite the slow, careful manner in which she cleaned, it took little time
to finish with the sides. Mitsuki's hands moved forward, tracing a path

from

the flanks to the underside of Rara's breasts. Cloth and palm cupped the
bottoms, eliciting a soft moan from the recipient of the attention. In
response, Mitsuki pressed her own breasts into the back of Rara, both for
the sensation of brushing against one another, as well as being able to

get

a better hold of her front. There was an added warmth to Rara's back as
Mitsuki felt her own sensitive nipples harden from the contact. Again she
felt a surge of admiration from the firmness of those fleshy orbs that she
was handling without trepidation.

Refusing to release the hold on the front, Mitsuki leaned her head forward
and caressed the back of her cousin's neck with a soft breath. The tiny
hairs along the back of the neck moved and a shudder shook Rara's body,

one

that seemed to transfer to Mitsuki's own through the front-to-back

contact.

Delighted by the reaction, Mitsuki went further by maneuvering her head

next

to Rara's ear and blowing softly into it, while still maintaining a hold

of

her breasts. Another moan, louder than the others, filled the bath.

Mitsuki smiled at her handiwork. No wonder Kazuki would stare with his

mouth

open and all but drool whenever he accidentally managed to catch sight of
Rara's body in any way. Mitsuki was finding herself incredibly aroused by
the intimate contact, and could hardly fault Kazuki from reacting exactly

as

she was. If anything, she should congratulate him on his restraint in
refusing to jump Rara's bones when he had the opportunity yesterday. If
Mitsuki had been in his place, awakening next to the nude form that was
pressed close to her now, she probably would have-

"What are you guys doing?"

D'OH!!!!

The question, asked with such innocence, shocked Mitsuki out of the trance
she had somehow fallen into.

christ almighty

Her hands left their risqu� perch and her
entire body seemed to leap back two feet despite being in a sitting

position

both when she started and when she finished. "Nothing! Nothing at all!"

she

quickly blurted out.

"It looked to me like you were doing something," D softly intoned.

Mitsuki looked at Rara for support. The girl seemed content to merely look
down at the tiles of the bath and blush. "Well, we were, ah, helping clean
each other off."

"That's not what it looked like to me." D raised an eyebrow as her gaze
darted between the two.

room for one more?

Rara's response was so quick it was obvious she was saying, without

actually

verbalizing, 'I'm guilty as sin'. What actually passed from her lips was,
"But we were. I asked Mitsuki to wash my back, and she was kind enough to

do

so." She cast an almost shameful glance to Mitsuki before darting her eyes
back to the tile floor.

Despite the obvious guilt, the explanation seemed to ease D's suspicions.
"Oh, okay. I thought Mitsuki might have been hurting you with the way she
was grabbing your front and you were moaning."

Mitsuki made a gagging sound and began to blush as furiously as Rara. "I

was

not grabbing. I was washing."

"It looked like your were feeling for something. You didn't even have a
washcloth in one of your hands.

Rara looked away from the tiles and to D. "Actually, Mitsuki was being

kind

enough to examine my breasts for lumps. You see, after a girl hits

puberty,

it's often a good idea to check for signs of breast cancer in the form of
tiny lumps that form under the skin. It's rare in girls our age, but not
unheard of."

Mitsuki smiled wide and mentally congratulated her cousin. "Yep. That's

what

we were doing. Checking for signs of breast cancer. I wasn't feeling her

up

at all."

"Okay. I understand," D said, then removed her robe. "Would you check my
breasts like that, too?"

"NO!" Both Mitsuki's shouted as one.

aw
(D isnt a child or anything is she?)

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It was remarkable how guilty looks could be exchanged without actually
looking one another in the eye, but both Mitsukis were accomplishing that
difficult feat at the breakfast table. Neither had dared look at the other
for fear of... well, fear of something along the lines of everyone else at
the table suddenly being able to read their minds and knowing exactly what
had transpired between them in the bathroom. It was silly, of course, but
still, through some sort of unspoken declaration, the girls refused to

look

in each other's direction.

The lack of eye contact did not go unnoticed by the other four occupants

of

the breakfast table.

Kazuki was the first to venture forth. "Did you and Mitsuki have a fight?"
He directed the question to the Mitsuki closest to him, Sanada, as he

helped

himself to another fried eggroll.

"No," Mitsuki said authoritatively while Rara demurely shook her head.

Kazuki persisted. "Then what's wrong?"

Again Mitsuki acted as spokesperson. "Nothing's wrong. You're just being
paranoid." She took a sip of her miso soup.

"Geez, why are you being so touchy today?"

Mitsuki nearly choked on her soup. "I didn't touch anything today!"

hahahaha

Noticing how the veins were popping out of Mitsuki's forehead, Kazuki's
survival instincts took over. He raised his hands defensively. "I'm sorry,
I'm sorry. I'll just forget about it."

"That's better." Sensing Kazuki was properly kowtowed and would let the
matter drop, Mitsuki relaxed and took another sip of soup.

D said, "Actually Mitsuki was touching the other Mitsuki's breasts while
they were in the bathroom."

doh! again, she had to go and ruin the tension (damn bratty aliens)

This time Mitsuki did choke on the soup. By the time she forced most of it
out of her windpipe, she saw Kazuki staring off into the space between the
two Mitsukis, his mouth slightly agape and a tiny trickle of drool fleeing
while the opportunity presented itself.

im with the drool

That whatever he was imagining was probably exactly what had happened did
nothing to assuage Mitsuki's anger. She lashed out with an uppercut,
shutting Kazuki's mouth and sending the drool to land on Rara's skirt.

"Mitsuki!" Akane shouted, shooting her daughter a scolding look.

Mitsuki pointed an accusatory finger at Kazuki. "But he was being totally
perverted!"

"That's no excuse. You are expressly forbidden to punch anyone at the

dinner

table." Akane rolled up the morning newspaper and handed it to Mitsuki.

"Use

this."

Mitsuki swatted Kazuki in the head with it.

Holding his head in pain and ducking low in a futile defense of avoiding a
second swat, Kazuki protested, "But I wasn't being perverted!"

Using his role as man of the house, Dr. Sanada chose this moment to enter
the conversation. "I'm inclined to agree with the Kazuki. I don't think he
was being perverted at all. I think it's perfectly normal for a boy that
age, after hearing the way D phrased her statement, to jump to such
conclusions. Furthermore-"

hahaha!  i picture him like Jims dad in american pie    'furthermore we've
both got perfectly healthy raging boners right now and we could use some
special attention, am I right honey?'

A second rolled up newspaper appeared in Akane's hand and the rest of the
explanation was cut off with a swat to the Doctor's head, reaffirming his
position as man of the house, who was second in rank to that of his wife.

"What was that for?!" Sanada protested in a tone of voice that was eerily
similar to Kazuki's.

Akane took a deep breath, causing everyone else at the dinner table,
including D, to cringe.

The matriarch of the Sanada family began. "I'll have you know that simply
because you males have this primitive urge to stick together no matter how
wrong you are is no excuse for that sort of behavior. Kazuki and both
Mitsukis are at an age where such behaviors, no matter how innocent they
might seem on the surface, or even normal, are in fact incredibly

dangerous

when they are all living under the same roof. It's further complicated by
the fact that they've been through so many potentially life threatening
situations together, further strengthening both real and perceived bonds
that-"

I love this, its from her library: Somewhat-To-Mildly-Peeved Teenager
Lecture #23

Sensing the lecture would end somewhere around her first period of

classes,

and having more than enough meal conversation to last her to the end of

the

week, Mitsuki gave a quick, "I have some material I have to turn into the
teacher early, and have to leave now." Not waiting for an answer, she

picked

up her school bag and headed for the door.

Kazuki, obviously eager to join in her flight, rose out of his

cross-legged

sitting position and said, "Wait, and I'll go with you."

(we'll order chinese food!)

"Can't stop got to run!" Mitsuki barely took enough time to separate the
words as she ran through the entryway and out the front door of the house.

Once outside, Mitsuki stayed out of sight long enough to take the more
lengthy way to school, rather than the shorter route she and the others
usually took. She let out a sigh of relief as no sign of pursuit revealed
itself. Having either Rara or Kazuki accompany her today would have been
more than her frazzled nerves could have handled, especially with the way
breakfast had gone. Another five minutes and she would have probably

blurted

out what had happened as a way of unburdening her conscience. Now that she
had a few moments to herself, she realized things weren't really that bad.
She had made it out of the house with no one else discovering the truth.
That was what had been paramount, and the only thing that really mattered.
Now with that secret secure behind her, she was in the clear, and intended
to remain that way.

The beautiful Spring day, one that was helping to usher in an early Summer
was lost on Mitsuki. Other concerns eradicated any hope she might have had
for enjoying the perfect weather. What had happened in the bathroom was
clearly a problem she had never encountered before. Just what in the hell
had happened? One moment she perfectly normal, dealing with Rara the way

she

had always had, when suddenly it was like a switch had been thrown inside
her. Instead of behaving normally, she had acted just like some hormonally
crazed guy who couldn't keep his dick in his pants, though in her case it
was more like smothering Rara with her chest than with any anatomical
features between her legs.

forget 'anatomical features between her legs', we're trying to conjure a
memory here

The way she had groped her cousin was downright
disgusting.

oh the humanity

She wouldn't have grabbed any guy like that and felt him up, and
that included Kazuki. Probably. Maybe. It wasn't like she had the
opportunity to find out, so the point was moot. But certainly at no time

in

the past had she ever felt the urge to feel a girl up and 'test the

ripeness

of her melons' as some of the more crude male members of her class tended

to

refer to it.

But purely for congruity's sake, how ripe were the melons exactly?

Mostly the guys that had never even engaged in the action.

However, Mitsuki certainly didn't fit into the category anymore. What had
been going through her mind? Actually, it was easy to recall, most of it
having to do with how sexy she thought Rara was. "Am I a lesbian?" she

said

no, no, youre just experimenting, and thats perfectly natural

out loud, before realizing that it would probably be best to keep her

mouth

shut on the matter, lest by the end of the day she had butch women hitting
on her and Kazuki seeking attention from Yayoi.

Besides, it was ridiculous, wasn't it? Women didn't become lesbians
overnight. One didn't suddenly wake up one day and say, "Hey, instead of
guys, I think I'd like to get it on with someone that I can share

underwear

with since we have the same bra size."

there there, its okay

At least Mitsuki didn't think that
was the way it worked. It wasn't as if she knew any lesbians. At least

none

that she was aware of. And she had never entertained any romantic thoughts
concerning Rara; of that she was certain. The girl had been in many
categories in Mitsuki's mind. From enemy to defector to rival (though not
for Kazuki's attentions, she assured herself. Mostly), to friend to

family.

None of those roles had included 'romantic rugmunching interest.'

though that may be something they'll need to discuss for the monogrammed
towels later

Aside from
being the wrong gender, Rara was like a long lost twin sister, which would
make it incestuous before anything else. It was perverted.

To test herself, and reconfirm her sexual orientation, Mitsuki thought of
other women naked.

as will I

Yayoi? No. There wasn't the slightest hint of attraction
there. There were occasions Mitsuki had seen Yayoi naked, both at public
baths and after changing out of their flight suits when they had been
fighting in robots during the war.

what the hell kind of fight were they having?

Her breasts were even larger than Rara's
and she was unquestionably in better shape, but Mitsuki didn't feel the
slightest urge to feel Yayoi up or try looking at her in the buff again.

at least not without all the whipped cream

Rara's three former friends in the Rara army? No. Besides, they tended to
annoy her, especially that ditzy Alice. She didn't even consider D.

Lesbian

or not, pedophilia was an even bigger no-no than the incest.

As Mitsuki continued walking, she noticed a billboard of Natsumi Ayakawa,
one of the top models in Japan,

you get bonus points for knowing that

dressed in a tiny bikini and hocking some
sort of vacation to a tropical paradise. Mitsuki's first reaction was to
think the bikini's cream color was just plain awful and how she wouldn't

be

caught dead in such a thing. The second was that she should pick up some
suntan lotion since she had nearly run out the last time she had gone
sunbathing. Hardly the thoughts a lesbian would have when looking at a
supermodel, at least in her book.

This experiment was proving itself something of a relief. She thought

about

Rara again, just to see if the attraction had been a one time thing, like
catching a virus and then building up an immunity to it. She pictured her
counterpart naked. It would be almost like looking into a full length

mirror

and admiring herself. It was easy to visualize Rara's shapely thighs

leading

up to her carefully trimmed bush (No surprise there, since she had been
forced to wear that scanty Miss Ra outfit that rode high up into her
crotch). Continuing upward, they lead to narrow hips, soft curves

eventually

winding their way and blending into firm breasts with dainty reddish
nipples. Above those was located a set of lips that were made all the more
desirable by the way the red contrasted with alabaster skin-

"Oh no! I am a lesbian!" Mitsuki wailed.

is she still in class?

Whispers of "Pervert" began to circulate around her. Mitsuki tore herself
out of her fantasy and returned to awareness. She looked around only to

see

that she had paused at a street corner next to a crosswalk. Surrounding

her

were a gaggle of schoolchildren that appeared as though they were barely

out

of kindergarten. All of them were whispering among themselves, shooting

her

warded looks, as though she was a stranger about to offer them candy.

Mitsuki laughed nervously. "None of you little rascals know who I am,
right?"

Confronted with a question, the children took a poll among themselves.
Conclusions decided, a dozen tiny "No"s, rose up almost as one.

"Thank the gods." Mitsuki ran off before one of them did put a name to her
face.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Three classes passed without incident. The way the day was going, Mitsuki
counted it a blessing. At the moment, she would have considered being

sucked

into another dimension and forced into the role of a robot combat pilot
again something of a relief compared to trying to deal with her newly
discovered feelings. Every moment felt like she was on an emotional
teeter-totter with a fat kid jumping up and down on it. From minute to
minute, she would go from trying to ignore her unnatural desires to trying
to deal with them by mentally bludgeoning the annoying things to death. It
was times like this she wished she was more religious, and Catholic, so

she

could consider joining a Nunnery as a form of escape.

As the history professor droned on, Mitsuki tuned him out and laid her

head

on her open book. Pen in hand, she began drawing pictures in her notebook,
crude little drawings that would have been more appropriate on an ancient
cave wall instead of modern day paper. Of Mitsuki Sanada's many talents,
artistic ability was not among them. Stick figures were more along her
lines, and even then she had problems keeping the person in hangman

looking

like a human instead of a demented Christmas tree as interpreted by

Salvador

Dali.

"This is all that darn Mitsuki's fault," Mitsuki mumbled as she continued
her doodles.

"Why yes, Miss Sanada, it is all your fault," a voice droned from above

her.

She raised her head off the paper. "I didn't mean me. I meant the other
Mits... uk... i." Mitsuki stared into the eyes of the history professor.
"I'm going to be holding water in the hallway, aren't I?"

The teacher pointed to a couple of empty wooden buckets sitting towards

the

back of the room. "Enjoy."

Mitsuki found herself actually relieved to be outside of class. It gave

her

time to think, though she wasn't looking forward to the lecture she'd get
from her mother about paying attention in class. It was the perfect segue

to

go into some speech about how when Akane was in the military everyone had

to

pay absolute attention to every little detail and how it might make the
difference between life and death. Blech! It was like reciting something

by

rote. Mitsuki wondered if she took the time to write the diatribe out
beforehand and handed it to Akane it would allow her to bypass the

upcoming

tongue lashing.

The sounds of a lot of people moving outside caught Mitsuki's attention.
From her position against the wall, she could see one of the gym classes

had

gone outside for some sort of exercise. Looking back through the tiny pane
of glass in the doorway of the classroom, Mitsuki could see the professor
was fully involved in teaching the class something about the Edo era.
Deciding it was worth the risk of ending up in more trouble, Mitsuki

walked

over with the buckets and looked through the window leading outside.

The side of the building Mitsuki was on afforded a view of the track. One

of

the gym classes was engaging in sprints from the looks of things.

Affording

one last glance at the door to the classroom, Mitsuki made herself as
comfortable as possible and watched as the gym class lined up in groups of
six and then run for thirty meters. Four sets of competitors raced in

quick

succession. During the last heat, one of the runners managed to

outdistance

his competitors by an impressive margin. Focusing her attention upon him,
Mitsuki was surprised to see it was Kazuki who had defeated the others so
easily.

A soft smile slid across her face as she watched him head in her general
direction, walking off the excess energy from the race. "That's right. He
was able to outrun all those guys that were chasing him when they thought

he

was dating me," she said to herself with a wry smile. She'd have to
congratulate him later, when they met each other during lunch.

Kazuki drifted close enough for her to make out more details. Seeing him

all

red from running and sticky with sweat was curiously arousing. As much as
Kazuki could be a weenie at times, he really wasn't that bad. She recalled
him filling out his old combat uniform well enough. He was a bit short and
slender, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. And the crotch of those
uniforms had not been so heavily padded that she didn't get an impression

of

his general size. Not too big, but definitely not too small. Not that she
had anything to compare it to, but that had been her assessment of him.
There were lots of guy she could do worse with, not that she was inclined

to

do anything with him. And, passiveness aside, his personality was actually
kind of pleasant. Obnoxious, forward guys had always been a major turn off
for Mitsuki. It was one of the reasons she systematically rejected any

love

letters. Anyone that forward was not for her. But the idea that Kazuki

would

send any girl a love letter was about as likely as Ayuka reconciling with
Mitsuki's father, except that Ayuka had never been her mother, which meant
she had never abandoned her father. Instead Ayuka was her aunt, while
someone that had never been related to Mitsuki at all was her mother.

this last bit doesnt seem to go anywhere important

"This is all your fault, Kazuki," Mitsuki grumbled. Though now that she
thought about it, Akane was definitely a trade up in the parent

department.

Mitsuki went back to admiring Kazuki when an all too familiar figure raced
up to his side and began congratulating him in a typically shy manner.
Mitsuki cringed at seeing someone so much like her, yet not her,
complimenting Kazuki before she had a chance to do it. It wasn't fair!

That

damn Rara was always getting in-between her and Kazuki, complicating

things

when the way should have been clear. Oh, how easy it was for Mitsuki to
loathe her cousin for interfering in matters.

What had once been only amorous thoughts concerning Rara turned to jealous
anger as Mitsuki kept her eyes riveted to the scene below. Her anger

tripled

when she saw the pair laughing casually with each other. It was in far too
easygoing a manner, especially for Kazuki, who tended to be tense around
women he was interested in. And now the two were blushing! Veins began
erupting from Mitsuki's forehead, and the sound of teeth gnashing against
one another filled the hall. Once again Rara was making an annoyance of
herself, butting her nose in where it didn't belong.

"But I know how to take care of people that don't know well enough to mind
their own business," Mitsuki said slyly to herself. Yayoi had been a
nuisance as well early in the game. And although Mitsuki's plan had not
succeeded, it had come darn close, and would have been pulled off it

hadn't

been for Kazuki's interference. And unlike so many others around her,
Mitsuki Sanada learned from her past mistakes. This time she would refine
the plan so that Kazuki was not a factor.

Mitsuki returned to her proper position against the wall. All she needed

was

one more class, then her scheme could begin. By the end of the night,
Mitsuki Rara would not be an element in the Kazuki Sweepstakes anymore

than

D was.

[End Part 1]

Now I think I've babbled on quite enough. Thanks for reading. Hopefully

the

second part won't be long in coming.

And thats no joke, friends.

Seriously, great fic, cant wait for the second part and im sure you wouldnt
get any bad feedback if you made this even longer. While keeping the lemony
bit to about four great paragraphs, the whole thing was completely
entertaining to the end. This was probably the lest helpful C&C youve ever
gotten, but I hope it was worth something as positive audience responce.

Take it easy, man.

Max M.
aescension



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