And the last part:

	$Right you are.

Xxxxxxxxxx

"Well, this is what you wanted, Mitsuki. So tell me, why is it you feel
like
you've stabbed your best friend in the world in her back?"

	$Change her to the.

Mitsuki Sanada's reflection didn't answer. All it did was stare at her
in
accusation, just as it had for the last five minutes. The whole matter
was
ridiculous, she knew. She should have been jumping up for joy in
celebration. Rara had finally been taken care of and path to Kazuki,
while
perhaps not clear, was rid of a major roadblock. All she had to do was
inform Kazuki Rara had gone out with the school Casanova and was out of
the
picture. Then she would comfort him by asking him out and helping him
get
over it. It was a perfect resolution, and the only one that could truly
come
about since she and Kazuki were best suited for one another.

She shook her head, "But I'm not interested in... Oh, what's the use?
Fine.
I'll say it out loud. I like Kazuki and want him."

The open declaration, one that she had been unwilling to admit until
this
moment, made her feel significantly better. All the false pretenses had
lost
their strength and durability. They had been weakening for months, and
after
the terrible acts she had perpetrated today, all for her own desires, it
would have been deluded to try and ignore her feelings. She had finally
reached the borders of self-denial, and the walls had come tumbling down
allowing her to step beyond them and into the truth. Now she had to face
and
accept it, not matter how risky it was.

	$I am a whore.  I have to accept myself as I am.

Looking back, she could see the attraction to Kazuki had started months
ago.
Not when they had first met; only a coincidence and a desire to help her
father and had made her approach Kazuki at all. After that, she had gone
after him to that other world as a responsibility to clean up after her
own
mistakes, not because she had thought he was anything other than just
another guy. But when they ended up trapped in that other world, when
they
had lived under the same roof for over a month, she had come to
understand
just how different he was from every other guy she had met. That was
where
it all began. It was a subtle thing, like creeping vines that sprouted
up
next to a house. The seeds of it had started out small and inconspicuous
next to her heart, beginning --or perhaps disguised-- as friendship. But
with each day, each time he did something to help her or the others
around
him, the vines grew, climbing higher and rooting themselves deeper. They
were small growths, unnoticeable when one looked at them day to day, and
subtle, since even the vines didn't know what they were doing. They did
what
came naturally, just like Kazuki. It all had happened naturally.

	$Okay, that little vine bit didn't work for me.

It was probably the first time she and Kazuki returned to their world
that
the vines had her heart fully entrapped with their surprisingly deep
tendrils. She had been much more open with Kazuki then, even suggesting
that
they not return to the other universe and be happy with what they had in
the
'real' world they had originated in. But deep down inside she knew he
wouldn't abandon the others when they needed his help, and she had been
right. She resented him for not choosing her desires above others'
needs,
and she loved him even more for being true to his own giving nature and
refusing to follow her selfish wishes. If he would never abandon his
friends, surely he would never abandon his lovers.

	$Plural?  Heh.

Conflicting thoughts and desires surrounded Kazuki. How could one man
produce such deep and opposing reactions within her without even trying?
It
made no sense. No one had elicited such emotions, not from Mitsuki
Sanada.
Most men hadn't been able to make her feel anything. She thought that
was
for the best, and was content to leave matters like that. She was happy
without them, content to take care of her emotional wreck of a father
and
know that he loved her, even if her mother... Ayuko, had not. It was
safe.
It was secure. No one could get to her like her mother had. Everyone but
her
father was on the outside. She had never been on a date. She had never
given
anyone the chance. She didn't want them to.

But Kazuki, unassuming, gentle, safe Kazuki, had slipped in when she
wasn't
looking. He had never tried to romance her, and by not trying she had
not
perceived him as a threat to her insulated world. She allowed him to
enter
when all others had been turned aside, and once inside, he was there to
stay. What she felt now was not anger or betrayal at the 'treachery' of
Kazuki and her heart. This unexpected feeling was wondrous, sharing what
she
was with someone else. One she would have gone to any lengths to keep,
as
she had proven with her plan for with Rara, even if she had never
admitted
it before today.

It was true. The lies were falling like dominos. She knew she tended to
act
shrewish, petty, and egocentric.

	$Umm, I like that in a woman...

 But she wasn't really like that, or at
least not to the degree that she openly demonstrated. She had to act
like
that, feigning indifference to herself, even if it was obvious to others
what she was really feeling inside. It was why she never really held a
grudge, despite the fact that she acted as if she should. But it had
been
easier, safer, to deal with people at arm's length. Letting them close
was
risky, because she was afraid she might fall in love. Love made her
afraid
the way nothing else could, not even death. And she knew why she feared
love
above everything else.

The answer was there in front of her. Tears filled Mitsuki's eyes as she
looked into the face of Ayuko Sanada: The Betrayer. She was always
there,
staring back when Mitsuki looked at a mirror. She hated mirrors. She was
every inch her mother in appearance. Not an exact replica, she had some
of
her father's features, but the resemblance was strong enough that if the
women stood side-by-side, no one would doubt they were mother and
daughter.

It had been that way as far back as she could remember. When Mitsuki was
a
child, the few times her mother would go somewhere and deign to take her
along --usually acting as though Mitsuki was a heavy weight chained to
her
ankle-- everyone always gushed over the pair, saying they looked exactly
alike. It was because of that Mitsuki developed the odd hope that if
they
looked alike, then they would be alike. To her child's mind, that meant
once
Mitsuki grew up, her mother would like her more since they would have so
much in common and her mother wouldn't be so distant and uncaring, like
she
always was.

It was the sort of pathetic joke children ignorant to the way the world
liked created. While Mitsuki did grow to look more like Ayuko, her
mother
seemed to care less and less about her daughter, until there came a day
when
she stopped caring altogether and left. It was then that Mitsuki
understood
what a repulsive creature Ayuko Sanada was. The bitch hadn't even acted
heartbroken. It was over morning breakfast she had simply declared to
her
husband and daughter, "I can't handle this anymore. I'm leaving." And
did so
without a backward glance.

	$Indecisiveness is one thing you can't fault her for.

In that instant, unconditional love turned to absolute hatred. Mitsuki
wanted nothing to do with the vile person that had spawned her. She went
so
far as to destroy the few photos of Ayuko that were around the house and
demanded to her father that he never mention the woman's name again. It
didn't work. During his more pensive moments he would frequently cry
out,
wondering why she had left them, but no matter what Mitsuki did, she
could
never shake from him the conviction that Ayuko had been a good woman and
he
was that one that had done something wrong. The bitch deserved their
scorn,
not their tears. And Ayuko didn't deserve a moment of their time. Not a
second thought could be spared for her anymore than she had spared a
thought
for them when she left. All Mitsuki wanted to do was forget.

But the mirrors, those taunting reflections of reality, would never let
Mitsuki forget. Every year that passed she looked increasingly like her
mother. And if she looked like her, what if she began acting like her?
What
if she became another Ayuko Sanada? No matter how hard Mitsuki tried to
distance herself from that hated creature, there was always that deep
down
fear that she would grow to be exactly like her. They said resemblance
was
only skin deep and that free will was everything, but what if it went
deeper
than that? She knew all the figures on abused children becoming abusive
parents. Children that grew up in broken homes tended to repeat those
mistakes themselves, no matter how often they swore they would never do
to
others what had been done to them.

	$Who was it that said, 'Children who grow up in unhappy homes are 63%
more likely to grow up and write bad poetry?'

 What made Mitsuki Sanada different from
the rest of humanity? How did she know she could beat the odds?

She didn't, and that made her afraid. More afraid than anything else in
her
life. So she decided the one sure way to avoid becoming like her mother
was
by not following in her footsteps. If Mitsuki Sanada never loved a man,
then
she could never marry and have children. And if she never had a family,
she
couldn't abandon it. Disgustingly simple in thought, incredibly
difficult to
maintain in reality. Once adolescence hit, the desires and attractions
to
the opposite sex, everything that teenagers suffered from, entered the
picture. Everyone around her began dating. It would have been easy to do
it
herself; she had no shortage of admirers. It took everything she had to
resist the siren call her body held for the opposite sex, but she had
done
so, and at no small cost to herself. But her success meant she had
avoided
her mother's fate, and it was a consolation she went to bed with every
night.

Until now. With her declaration the resistance was over. She had
surrendered. Her love of Kazuki outweighed her fears of what the
eventual
outcome of their love might entail. Love might not conquer all, but it
had
conquered fear, at least today.

Oh, but at what cost. Now that Mitsuki had accepted the truth, she could
see
more clearly what evils she had perpetrated. Ayuko Rara was much like
Ayuko
Sanada, at least as Mitsuki remembered her: A ruthless, manipulative
bitch
that always wanted her own way. The things that she had done to her
daughter, Mitsuki Rara, were despicable. It was one of the reasons that,
despite their rivalry over Kazuki, Mitsuki had always felt a sort of
pity
for her counterpart. All Rara had ever been to her mother was a useful
tool.
It had made Mitsuki roil with revulsion at another suffering under
Ayuko's
thumb. And how had she returned this sympathy?

"What did I do to her?" Mitsuki moaned. Not be like her mother? This
manipulation was truly worthy of Ayuko. She had a feeling that if it
wasn't
contrary to her wishes concerning Rara and Kazuki getting together,
Ayuko
would have applauded her for a job well done.

For the first time, Mitsuki wondered if she was worthy of Kazuki's love.
Setting Rara up was a mistake, one Mitsuki would have done anything to
take
back even if it meant something as drastic as taking her place on the
date.
Anything to make amends.

	$Damn.  She rejected the dark side.  And another is lost to us...

The loud roar of a familiar car engine came from outside. Thank god!
Rara
was back. At last, it was over. Mitsuki wiped away her tears; there was
no
sense in letting Rara know she had been crying. As she headed for the
door,
she vowed that the first thing she was going to do was come clean and
apologize, explaining what she had done and how sorry she was. More than
anything in the world, Mitsuki wanted to mend their relationship before
it
was irrevocably shattered by this betrayal. After that was settled, they
could discuss the situation concerning Kazuki. Surprisingly, Mitsuki no
longer felt threatened by Rara. She just wanted to hold and comfort her
cousin, making absolutely certain she understood that as long as she
drew
breath, Rara would never be anyone's tool ever again.

Mitsuki was almost to the door when the bell rang. She opened it and was
taken aback by what was waiting on the porch.

Mitsuki Rara stood there. Numerous small tears were in the front of her
dress and along the hem. The left side of her cheek was swollen
slightly,
and her mascara had run from tears. Mitsuki noticed a small smattering
of
blood staining the blue of the dress and on her hands.

The newcomer collapsed forward. Reflexively, Mitsuki opened her arms and
caught her. The way Rara was hunched over hid her face, but Mitsuki felt
the
girl shudder in her grasp.

"What happened?" Mitsuki said, her voice unnaturally quiet from the
shock of
what had just occurred.

Face still down, Rara gasped out, "Sano... Sanosuke tried to rape me."

Mitsuki's mouth dropped open. She drew Rara even more fiercely into her
grasp, trying in a futile effort to shield her from harm, though it was
long
after the fact. And then there was rage. Rage at what that bastard,
Sanosuke
had tried to do. Mitsuki would kill him, pure and simple. She would
borrow a
bat from where the baseball team's equipment was stored, go by his class
at
school tomorrow, and splatters his brains all over his desk. It wouldn't
take more than three of four blows. She knew how to swing a bat.

Within her grasp, Rara said softly out, "Is... Is anyone else here?"

"No, they're still gone. But I'm here for you. I'll take care of you, I
swear."

	$Need some description to go along with that statement.  It seems too
dry as it is.

Rara moved back out of Mitsuki's grasp and looked her straight in the
eye.
There was a wry little smile on her face as she said in clipped tones,
she
said, "Actually, I was going to take care of you."

A fist slammed into Mitsuki's unsuspecting gut. Every breath she had
ever
taken was knocked out of her body. Her stomach seized up, as though it
was
going to spew the contents of every meal she had in the last week onto
the
floor. She doubled over in pain, gasping from the fire in her lungs,
trying
hard to get some air and wincing with every agonizing breath she took.

	$Yay, Rara!  Kick her ass!

Rara had undergone a complete transformation. Whereas before she has
staggered into Mitsuki, every inch a beaten girl, she now stood with
both
hands proudly on her hips, towering over the huddled Mitsuki and
admiring
her handiwork. She sneered at the girl that lay on the floor, gasping
for
breath.

"Now that's more like it." She kicked Mitsuki once in the side, aiming
for
her stomach again but only striking one of the arms protectively
covering
the area. Mitsuki hissed in pain from the strike.

Through gasping breaths Mitsuki recovered enough to look up. Rara had
moved
to the door, closing and locking it behind her. She tried the handle
once
before turning back to confront Mitsuki again.

The instant they made eye contact, Mitsuki understood what had happened.
It
had been a while, but not so long that she could fail to recognize Miss
Ra
standing before her.

"Not... " Mitsuki wheezed out. Never had it been so painful to speak.

 Miss Ra sneered again. She moved confidently, with a palpable swagger
to
her gait. "Yes, it is me. It's not shy Mitsuki Rara you're facing now,
you
contemptuous slug. Miss Ra is back, and you're going to pay for what you
did
to us."

	$Oh, hell.  She's using the royal We again.  Those delusions of
grandeur are back.

Through the haze of pain, Mitsuki picked the words out. Since when did
Rara
refer to herself in the third person? Admittedly Rara acted totally
different in her Miss Ra getup, stating she had to put herself in a
trance
to act so differently. It was to the point where Mitsuki did think of
her
almost as two different people, but that was only when the outfit was
on.
Now Rara was standing before her in normal clothing, but not sounding a
thing like the meek girl everyone knew.

"How... you," Mitsuki got out through her wheezes.

Miss Ra's voice dripped thick with an icy venom that made Mitsuki
flinch.
"That bastard, Sanosuke, had us pinned down in his little car and was
going
to rape us. Mitsuki couldn't deal with it, so she let me take over.

	$Miles away, back at the lookout point, the strange, insommniac
squirrel chittered quietly to itself as it raked dirt in to cover the
hole it had just made.  Sanosuke's nuts may have been smaller than the
acorn, but at least they had been easier to get to, dangling from a
branch as they were.


Ordinarily I only get to run free when she needs me to act as
spokesperson
for the Rara Army or out in the field. But this was one time she needed
me
outside of uniform."

Mitsuki started to regain her footing. In a heartbeat, Miss Ra was
there,
knocking her feet out from under her. Mitsuki bounced off the wooden
floor,
one of her wrists twisting under her and shooting more waves of pain
through
her body.

Miss Ra began screaming. "You little bitch! She thought you were our
friend!
I thought you were our friend! How dare you do this to us!"

Mitsuki tried to rise to her feet. Some measure of her breath returned,
"I
didn't mean-"

A backhand sent hard across the mouth ended the sentence and sent
Mitsuki
sprawling to the floor again.

"Don't play games with me!" Miss Ra shouted, spittle flying from her
mouth.
"I'm not blind like Mitsuki is! I know you set us up! It was obvious
from
the beginning, but I couldn't make her see it! What did you and Sanosuke
arrange, huh, Mitsuki? Did you tell him I was an easy fuck? That I
always
spread my legs after dinner and a movie?"

	$Sort of not exactly?

Mitsuki tried crawling away, fleeing from the accusations as much as the
next blow. The cold floor seemed to dart out from under her hand as
tried to
escape, even if there was nowhere far away enough to escape from
herself.

Miss Ra followed, bending low so she could shout right at Mitsuki's ear.
"What were you going to do?! Tell Kazuki I was damaged goods so he
wouldn't
want me and you could have him all to yourself?! Was that it? Or did you
think I'd enjoy being raped and I'd want more of it, or I'd just go out
of
my mind? Well, Mitsuki? Tell me!"

	$Eh, but she did go out of her mind.

Mitsuki stopped crawling. She couldn't find the strength to flee
anymore.
Eyes turned down to the floor, all she could sob out was, "Sorry. I'm so
sorry."

 A short snort escaped from Miss Ra. Softly, with only the faintest hint
of
emotion, she said, "Oh no. That's what's coming up next."

Mitsuki was aware of something hitting the back of her head, and then
there
was nothing.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The first sensation was that there was covering something in her mouth.
Something hard and keeping it pried open. She tried spitting it out, but
it

	$hard keeping it pried open.

	And, uh, actually, they're kinda squishy.  Rubber, you know.

was braced in some way that wouldn't allow it to move. It was strapped
to
her head. She could feel something wrapped around her cheeks and head as
she
tried to spit it out.

More senses returned. She was laying flat. She opened her eyes, looking
up
at the familiar ceiling of her room. Underneath her was the soft
mattress of
her bed.

	$Her bed?  I guess Rara didn't want blood on her own.

 Her arms were above her head, stretched out and sore. She tried to
sit up, but discovered her hands were tied at the wrists with something
soft
yet resilient, which was in turn tied to something secure. She could
rotate
her wrists slightly back and forth, but there was no hope of escape from
how
firmly they were bound. Her legs were spread-eagled as well. She tried
moving, but discovered they were just as tightly bound as her arms, here
she
could see some sort of leather restraints, one around each ankle and
tied to
a bed post.

	$Heh.  I see that Mrs. Ikeuchi has done her door to door routine in
that neighborhood as well.

Despite her predicament, Mitsuki didn't feel panic. Everything seemed
hazy,
as though it was a dream and happening to someone else. It was almost
surreal, this feeling of helplessness. Her head was still sore from the
blow. She tried shaking it as best as she could. It hurt her neck, but
some
of the fog over her senses was lifted. The memory of what had happened
before she woke up like this filled her, and she left out a soft moan.

	$She let out a soft moan as she realized what had happened to make her
wake up like this.

	Or is it that?  That's one of those funky grammar issues I'm not sure
about.

"You're awake? Good."

	$Rara grinned widely at her.  "Are we having a ball or what?"

Mitsuki turned in the direction of  the voice. Although it had sounded
jovial, there was an undercurrent of menace in it, like a cat informing
a
mouse they were going to play around for a little while. There was a
sound
of a chair scraping across the floor. Mitsuki was barely able to swivel
her
head far enough to see the corner of the room where the noise was coming
from.

It was Rara... No, Miss Ra, Mitsuki remembered. But it wasn't Miss Ra as
she
had ever seen her before. The standard black leather outfit of her role
as
spokesperson for the Rara Army was absent. It had been replaced by
something
that, unlike the previous costume's implied sex, left this one's
blatant. It
was skimpier and tighter for one thing. Around the breasts, the leather
stopped slightly less than halfway up.

	$The leather stopped...breasts.

Rather than covering the breasts, it
merely supported the underside of them. Pink nipples peeked right above
the
leather, and as Miss Ra exhaled, it seemed to push them forward and
making

	$make the

the breasts seem larger than they were. Between the legs the crotch of
the
outfit rode up narrow and tight, and there was a curious metal snap
located

	$The crotch of the outfit rode up high and tight between the legs, and
there

just halfway up the pelvis. Only the boots remained exactly the same,
with
slender heels that increased Miss Ra's height several centimeters,
adding to
her already domineering stance.

	$Short heels.  I would have expected three or four inchers at the
least.

Miss Ra drew closer, each high-heeled step producing a hollow thud
against
the floor. Now Mitsuki noticed that the more traditional red wig and
makeup
were present as well, reminding Mitsuki of who she was dealing with, or
more
appropriately, who was dealing with her.

Mitsuki knew she should have been afraid, but couldn't seem to summon
any
fear. In its place there was a self-loathing she never experienced
before.
It was as though every bad thing she had done struck her all at once,
and
then multiplied itself a dozen times. She was in this situation solely
because of her meddling. Deep down inside she had known she setting up
Rara
was wrong, but had done it anyway, regardless of the consequences. It
was
Rara (and perhaps Miss Ra), who had really suffered. Mitsuki couldn't
imagine what it must have been like having that pig Sanosuke fondling
her
with his hands, placing them where no man had ever been allowed to touch
before. It made her want to retch merely thinking about it, and Rara had
actually suffered that bastard's slimy grasp, and all because she had
been
deceived by someone she trusted as a friend. Mitsuki deserved to share
in
the suffering she had caused. It was like when she had accidentally sent
Kazuki to the other world. She was not Ayuko. She would not avoid her
responsibilities. She would pay for what she had done, no matter what
nature
the currency Miss Ra wished to extract from her was.

	$Even if she had to take out a loan!  Or does that carry the money
angle too far?

Miss Ra stood over Mitsuki, smiling wickedly. From behind her back she
brought out a small black rubber item that looked similar to a rider's
crop.
She brought it to her mouth and licked the shaft. Once finished, she
lorded
over Mitsuki's tied up form. She grabbed the underside of her outfit's
breasts. The shiny leather made a sound as she squeezed the material.

	$leather creaked as she

 "Do
you like it? Mother gave it to me right before she and Father went
looking
for an apartment. She figured since Kazuki wasn't going to take the
first
step with me, no matter how much she encouraged him, that it was my
responsibility to seduce him. So she left this with the... encouragement
that I should put it to good use, as well as the other toys she gave
me."
She pointed at the bonds and ball-gag that was in Mitsuki's mouth. "I
don't
think this is quite what she had in mind, but she'll have to deal with
it."

Involuntarily, Mitsuki's eyes followed the course of Miss Ra's breasts.
Even
now, rendered helpless for all the evil she had done, she was still
finding
herself turned on by her cousin's appearance. What a loathsome creature
she
was to have such base thoughts in such a situation.

	$But, but, that's the point of the whole situation!

Miss Ra handled the crop, bringing it next to bound form. She touched
its
tip to Mitsuki's pelvis, then dragged it upward, trailing the tip
lightly
along her body. When she got to the bottom of the shirt, she snagged the
hem
and pulled several inches upward before twisting it free. Her eyes
lingered
on the handful of centimeters of flesh that had been bared by the move
before continuing upward. The tip lingered right in between the valley
of
Mitsuki's breasts. Miss Ra's eyes seemed to glint before she continued
onward, eventually stopping at the chin. She placed it against the tip
of
Mitsuki's jaw and pushed upward, forcing her to tilt her head backward
as
far as it could go.

Miss Ra said, "Sanosuke's already paid for his role in this. He's not
in,
shall we say 'working condition', anymore, and not likely to be for some
time.

	$Ah HAH!  Mitsuki Rara isn't really Mitsuki Sanada's counterpart at
all!  She's really the parallel world counterpart of...
	Lorana Bobbit!

 I'm satisfied that I've taken his pound of flesh from him.

	$Oh, come on now.  There's no way he was well-hung enough for it to be
a pound of flesh she took.  Couple of ounces, tops.  Heh.  You should
have her make a few disparaging comments towards that end.

 Now all
that's left is for you to answer for your crimes." She removed the crop
from
Mitsuki's jaw.

As repelled as Mitsuki was at her impure thoughts, she still found the
resolve to accept what was to come. She nodded her head in acquiescence
to
whatever it was Miss Ra had in mind, and gave out a muffled, "I
understand.

	$understand."

Somehow able to understand the unintelligible words, Miss Ra's mood
shifted
instantly. "Stop that! You should be begging for mercy, even if I won't
give
you any."

Mitsuki could only stare at her helplessly. She couldn't' beg.
Punishment

	$couldn't beg.

was the only way she could attain absolution.

Miss Ra became angrier. "I hate you and what you did. Beg. Tremble in
fear.
Grovel like Sanosuke did!"

Mitsuki just gave a small shake of her head.

Miss Ra began trembling in anger. "Damn you! You're ruining this! You
aren't
supposed to be accepting! You have to resist!"

Seeing Miss Ra so distressed, Mitsuki, felt the urge to hold and comfort
her. There wasn't an ounce of anger, or even jealousy she could muster.
It
was all pity and caring. She swore she could feel Miss Ra's pain, and
wanted
to heal it rather than take any joy in it. She found it impossible to
remember exactly why she had set Rara up in the first place. It would
have
been as alien a concept as hurting herself.

Trembling in fury, Miss Ra raised the crop above her head, intent on
bring

	$Rod, actually, if I'm understanding the description correctly.

it down hard on Mitsuki's body. All the bound girl could do in response
was
close her eyes. A peace settled over her as she prepared for the
upcoming
pain.

But the blow never arrived. Instead Mitsuki felt a finger touch her
cheek,
not a move of anger, but of gentle affection. Something wet struck her
cheek. She opened her eyes to see not a look of rage, but one of
tenderness.
Mitsuki watched as a tear traveled down her captor's cheek, and realized
that was the moisture that she had felt, as incomprehensible as it
seemed.

A soft sigh of resignation escaped from Miss Ra, though her hand never
ceased in its gentle strokes. "I can't hate you. I know I should. I hate
what you did, but I can't bring myself to hurt you, no matter what
happened.
It's too much like hurting myself, though it's deeper than that. I don't
pretend to understand what's making me feel this way, but I do."

Mitsuki said something through her gag. Miss Ra removed it.

	$Yeah, that's easier said than done.

"I." Mitsuki stopped. That had come out scratchy and cracked. She tried
summoning some spit to moisten her mouth. "I'm sorry too. From the
moment
you left with that bastard, I wished I had stopped you. I've never been
more
sorry for anything I've ever done in my life. If there was anything I
could
do to correct it, I would have."

Miss Ra seemed shocked by the admission. "You really mean that, don't
you?
You're not just saying this to save yourself. You were sorry for what
you
did before I came back."

"Of course. I don't expect you to forgive me-"

Miss Ra moved her hand from Mitsuki' cheek and placed a finger against
lips,
silencing her. "I already did that when I didn't strike you. But if it
helps, I'll say it out loud. Yes, I forgive you."

	$Mitsuki: Yay!  Can we make with the moohah-hoohah now?
	Rara: Well, since you apologized...  Okay.

"Thank you."

Miss Ra went back to caressing Mitsuki's face. "Curious. I feel better
now
than I would have if I had taken my revenge. Although if you ever try
anything like that again." She moved her hand from the face down to a
breast. Through the material she felt around until her fingers found the
tips of an erect nipple through Mitsuki's bra. She handled it firmly,
pinching it as best she could with the clothing in the way.

Mitsuki was surprised both by the aroused state of her body, as well as
the
unexpected admonishment. Miss Ra was handling it roughly, just on the
edge
of discomfort. "I get it."

"Do you?"

Mitsuki felt uneasy with the playful look Miss Ra was giving her. "What
are
you up to?"

"If you can't tell, I must not be doing it right." Miss Ra's hand began
to
massage the area more vigorously, eliciting a gasp from Mitsuki.

"You were at my throat a minute ago." Mitsuki sighed.

	$Rara: You're not as sensitive up there.

"This is much more fun, wouldn't you agree?"

"Wellll..."

Mitsuki's hesitation was met with disapproval as the hold on her nipple
tightened.

"Yes! Yes it is! Only don't squeeze so hard."

The pinching lessened. "Now that I think about it, I never did pay you
back
for that little 'cleaning' you gave us this morning."

"Us?"

"Mitsuki and I." She shook her head at Mitsuki's confusion. "Don't be
surprised. Surely you suspected from our behavior that we're not exactly
a
whole person. I came about from all the training Mitsuki had to undergo
to
perform as 'Miss Ra.'

	$I wish I had an alternate personality who could use my body to go to
work and let me sleep in.

 She wasn't really cut out for the rigorous
instruction, and some of the mental exercises were... difficult for her
to
manage.

	$Today, in Desensitivity Training 201, we're going to be torturing a
puppy.

 So she created me as a form of dealing with it. I only come around
when she needs to be assertive. The usual trigger is the outfit." She
stood
up, indicating the garment she wore. She looked down at it, as though
realizing just how risqu� it was for the first time. Again the playful
look
returned. She bent low, cupping her revealed breasts for Mitsuki's
benefit.
"Do you like?"

Mitsuki's mouth went dry again, and not because of a gag. "It's a lot
different from your other outfit."

Miss Ra's hand went to Mitsuki's nipple again. The other hand she cupped
to
her ear and pointed it in the prone girl's direction. "What was that? It
sounded like you were dodging the question."

"I like it! It looks great!" Mitsuki blurted out.

	$That's the kind of situation you really don't want to be in when the
girl asks that dreaded question.  "Slave, do I look fat in this
dominatrix outfit?"  You just can't win.

Miss Ra laughed. Not with the venom of before, but a genuinely amused
one.
Mitsuki felt a peaceful seeing her cousin enjoying herself for the first
time this evening.

	$felt peaceful seeing

Miss Ra removed her hand and placed it under her chin in a clear sign of
concentration. She looked down at Mitsuki, her eyes carefully pouring
over
every centimeter of her body.

Once more Mitsuki felt like a mouse under a cat's careful scrutiny. Only
this time she was far more excited than the last.

After careful consideration, Miss Ra stood up. "Now that I think about
it,
you do need to pay for this morning. Imagine, coming out of nowhere and
feeling up your cousin like that.

	$That's just wrong.

 Not only are you deviant, but incestuous
as well."

"Well, I didn't exactly plan on it. It just sort of... happened," she
offered weakly.

A cross look, the first in a while, crossed Miss Ra's features. "Don't
you
dare apologize for that. It was very enjoyable."

"It was?"

Miss Ra gave a playful laugh. "Oh, Mitsuki, you are so painfully blind
in
some ways. Of course we enjoyed it. Why do you think we didn't protest?
Mitsuki might be passive, but she's not that passive."

	$Heheh.

For perhaps the first time since the bathroom incident, Mitsuki thought
about how Rara had reacted. Miss Ra was right. Rara had complied with
anything, neither hand nor voice raised in disapproval. Guiltily, she
said,
"So, you liked it too?"

"We could barely keep our minds off it until you came up with that whole
foolish dating scheme."

	$Mitsuki: Umm, did you accidently admit to tendancies of lesbianism in
the locker room, too?

Mitsuki felt a familiar stab in her gut. "I'm sorry. It's just I saw you
and
Kazuki laughing after his race and I thought I was losing him to you. I
panicked."

Miss Ra seemed to consider that. "I'd like to say you were being foolish
and
stupid, but the truth is, we tend to get jealous when Kazuki shows you
affection as well."

"You do?"

"Yes, Mitsuki just hides it better. But let's not worry about motives or
Kazuki at the moment. I think we have more important issues to resolve."
Miss Ra went to the desk and retrieved a small object that fit in the
palm
of her hand.

	$I'm guessing it's not a palm pilot.

"We do?"

"Oh yes." Miss Ra held the object out, a small utility knife, and
extended
the blade. "It's called payback."

	$When she said pound of flesh, she wasn't kidding, was she?

Mitsuki would have jumped away, save for the fact she was completely
bound
to the bed. She did manage to twist enough to make the legs of the bed
make
a scuffling noise as they scraped the floor slightly from her reflexive
jerk. "I thought you said you forgave me!"

Slowly, Miss Ra continued to approach. "I did for tonight. But as I
said,
you still have to pay for this morning." She stood above Mitsuki.

	$Rara: After I ravage every hole you have, I'll make new ones and take
their virginity as well!  Bwahahaha!
	Mitsuki: Eep!


	Whoops, my mail program just quit letting me add more characters.
Maximum size has been reached, so I split it in half.  Part two is on
it's way.


-Ragun








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