[FFML] [fanfic][lime][Yotsuba&/Pretty Neighbor] Ena & relationships

[Mythril Moth]

For a story I started writing on the spur of a moment, this has really taken 
off.

Here's the second installment of my companion piece to the Yotsuba&! 
H-doujinshi series Pretty Neighbor. The same warnings apply here as did 
there. And once again, if you're confused by this, there's a synopsis of 
Pretty Neighbor at the end of the previous posted chapter.

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ENA & RELATIONSHIPS

by Mythril Moth

based on Yotsuba&! by Azuma Kiyohiko

subsequently based on the "Pretty Neighbor" Yotsuba& doujinshi series

no permission asked or given

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"I'm home!"

Asagi was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. "Hey, Ena, welcome back."

"Where's Fuuka-oneechan?" Ena asked.

"Where do you THINK?" Asagi replied with a smirk.

Ena rolled her eyes. "Mou...and I really needed to talk to her, too..."

"Hm? Something maybe I can help you with?" Asagi asked.

"NO." Ena's face clouded over and she stalked stiffly from the room.

"Tooooouchy," Asagi drawled. She didn't flinch as Ena's bedroom door slammed 
with the force of a cannon bolt.

Ena had just sat down on her bed when there was a knock at the door. "Go 
away, Asagi-oneechan," she called.

"It's Fuuka," came the muffled reply.

"Ah!" Ena rushed over to the door and opened it. "Sorry, Fuuka-oneechan!" 
She blinked. "I thought you weren't home?"

"Huh? Who said that?"

Ena sighed. "Asagi-oneechan. She said you were over next door."

Fuuka scowled. "What would I be doing over there? I'm still pissed off at 
Koiwai-san."

The younger girl rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Like none of us noticed how 
long it took you to deliver those circulars. At nine at night. In your 
pajamas."

"Grk!" Fuuka looked stricken.

Ena laughed. "Oneechan, you love having sex with Koiwai-san and you do it as 
often as you can, and there's nothing wrong with that." She blushed. 
"Actually, you look perfect together..."

Fuuka turned red. "Oh god, I forgot you actually SAW--"

"And if he doesn't learn to lock his door, sooner or later everyone's gonna 
see," Ena said airily, tossing her hair and flouncing over to her bed. "I'm 
amazed you haven't managed to scar Yotsuba-chan for life..."

"Are you done humiliating me? Because I was worried about you when I heard 
you slam the door, but if all you're gonna do is remind me how pathetic my 
life is right now--"

"Actually, I really wanted to talk to you, Oneechan," Ena said, suddenly 
serious. "Um, and I'm sorry if I embarassed you. I just think it's cute, you 
and Koiwai-san." She smiled sincerely. "Really."

Fuuka sagged in defeat, and slumped into Ena's room, closing the door behind 
her. "Okay, okay," she said. "What did you want to talk about? And if that 
idiot's name even starts to come out of your mouth, I'm gone."

"Wow, you ARE pissed at him," Ena said wonderingly. "But don't worry, I 
actually have my own life and everything, I don't need to keep talking about 
yours."

Fuuka stuck her tongue out. "Brat." Running a hand through her short hair, 
she sat down next to Ena. "So?"

Ena looked down. "I got a love confession today," she said with a mild 
blush.

"Uooooh! Nice, Ena-chan!" Fuuka replied, clapping. "Is he cute? He IS your 
age, right? What kind of person is he? Tell me! Tell me!"

"It's Miura-chan," Ena replied.

Fuuka blinked. "It's Miura-chan what?"

"The love confession was from Miura-chan. She's in love with me."

Fuuka's eyes widened. "Wow, that's..." She paused. "You don't seem too 
freaked out over it."

Ena smiled and shook her head slightly. "I was surprised, but..." She leaned 
back, arms folded behind her head. "I actually got over the shock pretty 
fast."

"I see," Fuuka said. "But you were careful when you rejected her, right? I 
mean she IS your best friend and it'd suck if you had to hurt her..."

"Who said I rejected her? I never said that," Ena replied.

"Eh?"

With a silly little smile, the younger girl added, "I kissed her before I 
came home."

Fuuka's eyes widened. "...haaaah?!"

"I'm Miura-chan's girlfriend now," Ena clarified. "Wow, it feels funny to 
say that out loud!"

Fuuka felt as though reality had suddenly turned upside down and left her 
hanging by her feet. "You're...with Miura-chan...seriously?!"

"Having someone to love feels great, doesn't it?" Ena asked, eyes closed.

"Ah...yeah, I guess. I mean, yes, it does." Fuuka stared at her younger 
sister in absolute confusion. "Um, Ena-chan...I mean, are you sure you--"

"Want to be with another girl?" Ena finished. "The whole idea was a little 
weird right at first, but after we talked a while, I..." She trailed off. 
"When she holds me, it feels really nice. And...kissing her, that feels nice 
too. I mean isn't that what matters?"

"Y--yeah..." Fuuka stammered. Inwardly, she was reeling at the shock of her 
little sister talking about holding and kissing another girl as though it 
were the most natural thing in the world.

Ena opened one eye and glanced at Fuuka. "I'm not gonna start molesting you 
in the furo or stealing your dirty panties or anything weird like that, 
Oneechan. I'm only gay for Miura-chan."

"I wasn't thinking anything weird like that!" Fuuka protested, beet red. She 
blinked. "But you seem to have jumped right into this awfully fast, 
Ena-chan..."

Ena shrugged. "Miura-chan telling me she loves me is the most NORMAL thing 
that's happened this week. And it's not like I didn't think this through. I 
spent all afternoon thinking it through. I decided I *need* this. I need 
HER. Even when I was trying to figure out if I could even feel like that for 
a girl, Miura-chan holding me made me feel good, warm, safe. Isn't that what 
it's all about, being with someone?" Before Fuuka could even answer, Ena 
laughed. "Why am I asking you? Your entire relationship is based on sex."

Fuuka slapped her and stormed out, slamming the door.

Ena felt the stinging mark on her cheek, and tears welled in her eyes. "Oh 
God, why did I say that? I'm as bad as Asagi..."

She cried silently until she fell asleep.

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The next morning, Fuuka heard a timid knock on her door. Still half-asleep, 
she trudged over and opened it.

Ena stood there, looking about as pathetic as she could; there were tear 
tracks on her face.

"Um...Oneechan..." Ena mumbled, "About what I said last night...I'm really 
sorry, it was so mean and so stupid and I feel awful for saying something 
like that to you." She bowed.

Fuuka simply looked at her for what to Ena felt like forever, then sighed. 
"It's okay, Ena," she said. "I'm not mad. I mean, I was, but...it's not what 
you said or how you said it, it's that it's true and it really hurts to 
admit that."

"Oneechan..." Ena looked up at her, fresh tears in her eyes. "It's not true, 
is it? I mean--"

Fuuka motioned for Ena to come in, then slumped on her bed. Ena shut the 
door behind her and sat primly at Fuuka's study desk.

"The truth is..." Fuuka said, staring up at the ceiling. "I really do love 
Koiwai-san. I realized that recently. I wouldn't tolerate him if I didn't." 
She paused. "But for him, I'm just there for him to have fun with. I thought 
maybe there was more to it, but..."

"There has to be!" Ena cried. "I know there just has to! Even if he doesn't 
realize it, or even if it seems like it isn't, I'm sure Koiwai-san loves 
you!"

Fuuka smiled. "It'd be nice if he did. And maybe...maybe one of these days, 
he will. But...it doesn't really matter. Even if I don't mean anything at 
all to him past something to put his dick in, I'm going to keep letting him 
use me, because I'm completely and hopelessly in love with him."

Ena sniffled. "That's..."

"Pathetic, I know."

"No. Beautiful." Ena walked over to the bed and hugged Fuuka. "I hope things 
get better for you, Oneechan. I really do."

Fuuka smiled. "Thanks. Um, by the way, I didn't mean to make it sound like I 
think you're making a mistake with Miura-chan. I was just really surprised."

Ena shook her head. "No, I understand. I mean, even I can see how crazy this 
is. But..." She trailed off. "Sometimes love is crazy, right?"

"Right." She frowned. "Just don't do anything...*weird*. You're both too 
young for that."

Ena wisely kept her mouth shut.

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Fuuka stepped out of the front gate and turned onto the sidewalk; it was her 
day to do the shopping, and she had to go shopping for Koiwai too, since he 
tended to wait until the last possible minute to bother with it.

As she headed down the sidewalk, she saw Miura strolling up, wearing a ratty 
old jersey and shorts; Fuuka noticed that Miura was wearing tighter shorts 
than she usually did, and suppressed a smirk. "Ohayou, Miura-chan!" Fuuka 
greeted.

"Ohayou, Fuuka-neesan," Miura replied. She seemed to give Fuuka a long, 
measuring head to toe glance, but the older girl was sure she was imagining 
that.

"I think Ena-chan's still making herself beautiful," Fuuka said with a wink. 
"She'll be out in a few minutes. Ja!"

Miura raised an eyebrow at Fuuka's odd comment, but said nothing, simply 
waiting by the gate of the Ayase residence with her hands behind her back, 
rocking back and forth on her heels.

A moment later, Ena emerged, wearing a light blue sundress and sandals. "Hi, 
Miura-chan!" she called, waving.

"Hey, Ena," Miura greeted casually. She eyed the house, mouth tightening as 
she saw Asagi trying not to be seen peering around the edge of the open 
door. "C'mon, let's get goin'," she said brusquely, barely waiting for Ena 
to catch up to her before striding away from the gate.

Seven steps later, Ena complained, "Wait up, Miura-chan!" Miura paused 
slightly, giving Ena the chance to catch up. Ena had a pouty, vaguely hurt 
expression on her face. "Is something wrong, Miura-chan?" she asked. "Did I 
do some--"

"Asagi is watching us," Miura said quickly and quietly. "I don't think we 
want her knowing about us, right?"

"Ah, right," Ena replied. "I didn't tell her--"

"Don't turn and look, she'll know we know she's watching."

"O-okay."

Two blocks later they turned a corner, and Miura let out a deep, heavy 
breath. "We're clear." She turned and smiled, then leaned close to Ena and 
kissed her lightly. "You look great today."

Ena blushed. "I felt like dressing up a little," she admitted.

"I'm glad," Miura said. They joined hands as they continued walking. "So, 
anything weird happen at your place last night?"

Ena faltered slightly. "I said something really stupid to Fuuka-oneechan and 
she got mad at me, and I felt so bad I cried myself to sleep."

"Damn. What'd you say?"

Ena shook her head. "It's not important, it was just really mean and stupid. 
I apologized and it's all good now."

"Good," Miura said. "Um, did you tell her about--?"

"Yeah, I told Fuuka-oneechan," Ena nodded. "I'm not tellin' anybody else 
though."

"Probably a good idea for now," Miura agreed.

"So where are we going?" Ena asked.

"My place. It's too hot to go anywhere outside today."

"Eh? You should've told me, I'd have brought my bike! --hey, you didn't 
bring yours either...?"

Miura shrugged. "It won't get that hot that fast, and I wanted to walk with 
you a while."

Ena blushed. "Oh. Okay then." A few steps later, she added, "All the normal 
stuff we usually do together...it's all gonna feel different now, huh?"

"Hm?"

"Like this," Ena clarified. "Just walking from my house to your house. 
Yesterday, we'd just have been two best friends walking. Today, we're..." 
she turned slightly redder. "Today we're a couple. So it's different 
somehow."

Miura blushed slightly too, but her smile never changed from its usual cocky 
smirk. "At least nothing's gonna be boring for a while." She turned her head 
slightly, and made a show of slowly looking Ena up and down.

"...what?" Ena asked, fidgeting.

"You're gonna grow up to be a normal Japanese girl, right?"

"Eh?" Ena blinked. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm already a normal 
Japanese girl!"

Miura put her hands behind her head and looked up at the sky nonchalantly. 
"What I mean is, I hope you're gonna have a normal figure when we grow up. 
Not like Fuuka."

Ena turned to stare at Miura. "What's wrong with Fuuka-oneechan's figure?" 
she asked defensively.

"She's the Jumbo of tits!" Miura replied. "How the hell did she get such 
stupidly huge boobs? I mean, did your mom get bitten by a radioactive cow 
when she was pregnant with her?"

Ena stopped walking. "Miura-chan...please don't make fun of Fuuka-oneechan. 
Please."

Miura stopped, and had the good grace to look ashamed. "Sorry," she said 
softly.

A moment later, Ena said, "But her chest is kinda big." The girls giggled 
and continued walking.

Some time later, waiting at a crossing signal, Ena spoke up. "Um, 
Miura-chan?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't those shorts a little tight? I mean, you don't usually wear anything 
that tight..."

"Well, I have someone to show off my ass a little for now," Miura replied 
with a smirk.

Ena turned very red. "Miura-chan...honestly..." Miura laughed. Ena shook her 
head. "I'm still getting used to the idea that I'm even IN a relationship 
with another girl," she said. "I don't think I'm ready to start thinking 
about your body yet."

Miura shrugged. "One step at a time," she said. Then, with a sly glance and 
a cocked eyebrow, she asked, "But you don't mind if I think about YOUR body, 
right?"

"Eep!" Ena eeped.

"I'm only teasing," Miura said.

"No you're not."

"You're right, I'm totally not."

"Mou," Ena groaned, exasperated. She poked Miura in the side of the head 
with an index finger. "I thought you'd be LESS of a twerp if I was your 
girlfriend."

"But I *like* being a twerp," Miura retorted, grinning.

Ena rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yeah, Miura-chan wouldn't be the same 
Miura-chan without the twerpiness."

"Is that even a word?"

Another fifteen minutes of idle chit-chat later, the girls arrived at 
Miura's apartment building. Suddenly, Ena stopped, and looked nervous. 
"Miura-chan? Are we gonna...are we gonna be *alone* up there?"

Miura looked thoughtful. "Off and on maybe." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not 
gonna do anything perverted to you, Ena."

Ena sighed. "I know, I know. I'm just...a little nervous. It's silly, 
but..."

Miura shrugged. "No it's not. I totally understand." She took hold of Ena's 
hand and smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you jump off the high dive 
board when you're still getting used to the wading pool."

"Yeah, I've had enough of the high dive for one week," Ena said.

Miura frowned. "I'm gonna take a crap on your sister's head for that."


Ena looked nauseated. "EWWWW, Miura-chan, gross!" But she giggled, and hand 
in hand, they went inside.

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"Fuuuuuuukaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Fuuka looked up, just in time to see a green and white blur zip past her, 
then skid to a stop and turn. Yotsuba, smiling sunnily, hopped down off her 
bike and waved. "Fuuka, Fuuka!"

"Yotsuba-chan! You were out riding your bike this early in the morning?" 
Fuuka asked. Sternly, she added, "Did you have permission?"

"Uh-huh!" Yotsuba nodded, serious and focused. She held out a plastic bag 
for Fuuka to take. "Daddy sent me to get something good and bring it to 
you."

Fuuka blinked. "Eh?" She looked in the bag, and smiled. "Ah, this!"

"He said give it right to you, not to Asagi or Mom or anyone else, so I had 
to look all over for you," Yotsuba said.

Fuuka knelt down and hugged the young girl. "Thank you, Yotsuba-chan. And 
tell your daddy thanks for me too."

"Got it!" Yotsuba saluted. Then she abruptly asked, "Hey Fuuka? What's 
'Jumbo of tits' mean?"

Fuuka jerked back, eyes wide. "Wh-what?!"

"And was your mom really bitten by a radiu...radidoo...um...by some kind of 
radio cow? I thought cows only ate grass..."

Fuuka felt a cold chill run down her spine. *No. He. Did. NOT--*

"Cuz I heard Miura say somethin' about it a little while ago," Yotsuba said.

Fuuka's eyes widened. "MIURA said--?!"

"Yeah," Yotsuba nodded. "She was talkin' to Ena. I wanted to stop an' say hi 
an' stuff but I was busy tryin' to find you. But I heard Miura say--"

Fuuka's left eye twitched. "Yotsuba-chan? I'm sure your daddy's worried 
about you by now. You go on home, okay? And don't worry about what 
Miura-chan said. She was teasing Ena-chan."

"Oh. Okay." Yotsuba blinked. "But that's kinda weird though."

"Yes, isn't it? I'll be over later today."

"Yay!" Yotsuba cheered before hopping back on her bike and riding away.

Fuuka clenched a fist, trembling in rage. "So. Fucking. Dead..."

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Ena shuddered, breath coming in short gasps.

She hadn't gone off the high dive this time, but she'd definitely strayed 
from the shallow end of the pool.

Ena lay on Miura's bed, with Miura beside her, facing the opposite end. Her 
dress was bunched up around her waist, and Miura was planting light, 
feathery kisses up and down her thighs.

*How did we even wind up this way?* she wondered to herself. It was the 
strangest thing; one minute they were playing Old Maid, and the next...

For her part, all Ena was contributing to the current state of affairs was 
hesitantly rubbing Miura's ass with her hand. Miura still had her shorts on, 
too...how was that even fair?

Ena gasped, her body shuddering. "Miura-chan...nn...come on, no more now..."

Miura looked up, an eyebrow raised. "Aww, how come?"

"Don't wanna...wet..." Ena gasped out. Struggling to control herself, she 
sat upright, spreading her skirt out over her exposed panties and legs. 
Blushing furiously, she clarified, "If I let you keep going, I was gonna wet 
my panties."

Miura blinked. "What, just from THAT? Wow."

Ena buried her face in her hands. "Miura-chan!" she moaned.

Miura sat up, crossing her legs under her. "What?" She grinned rakishly. 
"I'm just saying, if that's all it took to get you wet, I can't wait to see 
what happens when we really fool around."

"When did you turn into such a pervert, Miura-chan?" Ena whined.

"When I fell in love with you," the short-haired girl replied.

"...oh," Ena answered in a small voice. Her face was so red Miura thought 
she might actually burst.

"But yeah, you're right. I forgot you didn't wanna do anything like that at 
all today...I'm sorry."

"N-no, it's...it's okay," Ena replied, looking up at Miura. "That was..." 
She paused, trying to find a suitable word. "Nice," she finished lamely.

"'Nice?'" Miura echoed. "That's all my technique rates is a 'nice'?"

"What technique?" Ena countered. "I mean isn't that like literally the first 
time you've ever done ANYTHING like that?"

"Well, yeah," Miura said. "But I was hopin' I was a natural or something."


Ena giggled. "You are." Coughing, she slid off the bed and smoothed out her 
dress. "It's getting pretty late. Maybe--"

"Yeah," Miura agreed. "We can go back by bike if you want. You can sit on my 
handlebars..." She paused. "Oh wow, that sounded perverted and I didn't even 
mean it to."

Ena shook her head. "I'll ride side-saddle behind you," she said. "No way in 
hell I'm sitting on the handlebars in THIS."

As they walked down the hall to the elevator, Miura slipped her arm around 
Ena's waist. Ena leaned into her, sighing contentedly. "We're a good fit," 
Ena said.

"Yeah."

"And it's funny...yesterday, I was surprised and confused and I wasn't even 
sure about this, and now..." Ena smiled blissfully. "I can't believe how 
fast I fell in love with you, Miura-chan."

Miura blushed. "That's the first time you actually said it," she noted.

"Really?" Ena asked, blinking. "Well, I love you, Miura-chan."

"I love you too, Ena-chan."

Nothing else was said from then until they arrived at Ena's house.

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"I'm home," Ena announced as she slipped off her sandals.

"Ena-chan, is Miura with you?" Fuuka asked.

"Yeah, but she's about to go home, why?"

"Could you ask her to come inside, please?"

"Sure, Oneechan." Ena opened the door and leaned outside. "Hey, Miura-chan! 
Fuuka-oneechan wants you to come in."

Miura walked in, stepped out of her shoes at the genkan, and waved. "Yo, 
Fuuka-neesan."

Fuuka smiled sweetly. "Miura-chan, come here just a second," she said, 
beckoning the short-haired girl over.

The hairs on the back of Ena's neck suddenly stood up.

Miura ambled lazily over to Fuuka. "What's up--AHHHH!" Miura let out a 
strangled cry of alarm as Fuuka picked her up by the collar.

"ONEECHAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Fuuka lifted Miura up until she could get hold of the younger girl's feet, 
then turned her upside down and held her by the ankles.

"What the hell--OW!"

Fuuka bonked Miura's head against the floor.

"ONEECHAN, STOP!" Ena cried.

Through clenched teeth, Fuuka hissed a dire threat to Miura, punctuating 
each word with a head bonk.

"Make." BONK. "One." BONK. "More." BONK. "Smartass." BONK. "Crack." BONK. 
"About." BONK. "My chest." BONK. "And Ena." BONK. "Will have to find." BONK. 
"A funeral kimono." BONK. "And a new girlfriend."

With that, she dropped Miura on the floor and stalked out of the living 
room.

"MIURA-CHAN!" Ena cried, rushing over to her. She fell down beside the other 
girl, sobbing and clutching her. "DON'T DIE!"

"I'm not gonna--ow, SHIT--die, Ena-chan," Miura groaned out, hissing through 
her teeth in pain. "I'm gonna have UGH one hell of a headache though..." She 
stood up, wobbling slightly, and looked in the direction Fuuka had departed. 
"Now how the hell did she find out--"

The abnormally loud sound of a page turning drew their attention.

Unnoticed in the commotion, Asagi sat on the sofa, a magazine in her lap, 
watching the two young girls with a smile that would be right at home on a 
velociraptor.

"Girlfriend, huh...?" She said in a light, amused tone.

Ena buried her face in her hands.

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"So, let me see if I've got this," Asagi asked, slowly circling the two 
younger girls. "*This*--" here she pointed at Miura-- "turned out to be a 
lesbian, to absolutely nobody's surprise--"

"Bite me."

"--and naturally fell in love with our sweet, succulent little Ena-chan."

Miura growled, eyes hard and jaw tight. Ena put a restraining hand on her 
arm.

Asagi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Did I say something that hit a nerve?"

"I know what you did to Ena-chan," Miura said in a quiet, almost deadly 
hiss. "She told me. All of it."

"Oh my, oh my," Asagi said, making a show of covering her mouth with her 
hand and comically widening her eyes. "So now you feel like you need to 
defend her virtue, is that it?"

"Oneechan, stop," Ena said. "Leave Miura-chan alone."

"Oh? But it seems like she has unfinished business with me..."

"No," Miura said, still quiet and venomous. "I just hate your sick, twisted, 
worthless guts."

"Hmm...well, I guess I can see your point," Asagi replied, her voice 
evincing a complete lack of concern. "But what I want to know is..."

She leaned into Miura's face, and stared her in the eyes. "What do you 
intend to DO about it?"

"Nothing," Miura snapped through clenched teeth. "Nothing at all."

Asagi leaned back, surprised. "Oh? Ena-chan, did you hear that? Your scrappy 
little lover girl here isn't even going to hit me or threaten me or 
anything! Isn't that disappointing?"

"Neither of us are interested in playing your mind games, Oneechan," Ena 
said, arms folded. "But I'm only going to say this once. Leave me alone, and 
leave Miura-chan alone. You said it yourself, you only hate Fuuka-oneechan 
and not me. So please, if you have *any* decency left in you, leave us 
alone."

Asagi sighed, smile dropping and eyes downcast--not a performance, for once, 
but true emotion. "Fair enough. Truce?"

"Truce," Ena agreed. She glanced at Miura.

Miura sighed. "Truce."

"Good, that's all settled," Asagi said, smiling. "You two run along and play 
plug-the-dyke or whatever!"

Ena's hand on Miura's collar was the only thing that stayed the short-haired 
girl's temper. Shaking her head in exasperation, Ena dragged Miura out of 
the living room.

"Come on, we still need to settle things with Fuuka-oneechan..."

================================

Ena knocked on Fuuka's door. "Oneechan?"

Fuuka opened the door, and scowled at seeing Miura standing behind Ena. She 
skewered the short-haired girl with a glare, arms folded.

Miura lowered herself to the floor in a formal bow of contrition. 
"Fuuka-sama, for anything I may have said which offended you, I am truly 
sorry, and I beg your forgiveness."

Miura held the bow, while Fuuka continued to glare. Ena looked from one to 
the other, chewing her lip nervously.

Fuuka rolled her eyes and sighed. "Get up, runt, I forgive you. A little."

Miura stood. "I really was just being silly when I said that stuff," she 
offered. "I wouldn't have said it if I thought there was even a chance you'd 
hear it and it'd hurt your feelings."

Ena tilted her head. "Oneechan, how DID you know, anyway?"

"My udder-sense tingled," Fuuka replied dryly.

Miura snorted. "Yep, she definitely heard what I said," she remarked.

Fuuka ground a fist on the top of her head. "You REALLY want to go there, 
brat?"

"N-no!" Miura yelped. "S-sorry!"

Fuuka let up on her, and she smoothed out her hair. "But seriously, how?"

"The wind has ears," Fuuka replied mysteriously, tilting her head back and 
smiling serenely, eyes closed. "Maybe some of the words get a little mixed 
up, but the wind hears all--"

"Yotsuba-chan overheard it," Ena interrupted flatly.

"Shit! How--?"

"Don't worry about that," Fuuka said. "Just remember, any stupid insensitive 
bullshit thing you say, it might come back to haunt you." She smirked at 
Miura.

Ena walked Miura back to the front door, and stepped outside to properly say 
goodbye to her. At the front gate, Miura turned and eyed the Koiwai house. 
"Her dad fucks half the town and she never sees or hears any of it. I make a 
couple cracks about Fuuka's chest and suddenly she's a damn ninja spy. What 
the hell. Seriously. What the HELL."

Ena giggled. "Try to forget about it, okay? And I hope you feel better 
tomorrow. Um. If you don't, let me know. I'll take care of you." She 
blushed.

Miura raised an eyebrow. "I think I overlooked the concussion she gave me," 
she said, swooning. "Yeah, I'm concussed. Gonna be bedridden for days."

Ena swatted her playfully on the shoulder. "Goodnight, Miura-chan." She 
kissed her lightly on the cheek, then went back inside.

Miura watched her go. Once Ena was inside and the door closed, Miura sighed. 
"And not even a real goodnight kiss after all that," she muttered, walking 
back to her bike.

"Oh well. Tomorrow's another day..."




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