[FFML] [fanfic][lemon][dark][Yotsuba&/Pretty Neighbor] Ayase & Koiwai

[Mythril Moth]

AUTHOR'S FOREWORD AND WARNING:

This chapter contains rather explicit references to the disturbing events of 
Pretty Neighbor #4.

This is also not exactly the happiest chapter of this ongoing series.

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AYASE & KOIWAI

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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Fuuka stretched as she walked downstairs, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt 
with a blue Pac-Man ghost on it.

"Ohayou, Oneechan," Ena called.

"Ohayou, Fuuka-chan!" Mother echoed.

The newspaper standing perpendicular to one section of the kitchen table 
rustled, and parted briefly to reveal Father. "Ohayou," he said before 
returning to his paper.

"Ohayou," Fuuka returned, smiling and grabbing some bread from the cupboard 
to make toast.

"Big plans today?" Mother asked.

"Mmm...haven't decided yet. Today's pretty much a new day."

"Okay..." Mother replied, an eyebrow raised quizzically.

A few moments later, Fuuka sat down across from Ena and buttered and cut her 
toast. As she took a bite, she caught Ena's eye. Once Ena looked up, Fuuka 
wiggled her left hand and winked. Ena beamed at her.

Asagi finally put in an appearance about five minutes later, still wearing 
panties and a tank top, her hair in complete disarray. She looked as though 
she had not slept well, and when she saw Ena, she glared hatefully at the 
younger girl.

"Ah, there's the last one now," Fuuka said, grinning.

"Last one...?" Asagi wondered, then shook her head. "Whatever, I'm in no 
mood for your shit today."

"Asagi-chan!" Mother exclaimed in shock.

Father set down his paper and frowned sternly at Asagi.

"Oh. Um. Sorry. I'm just really...didn't sleep well."

"That's too bad," Fuuka replied. "Me, I slept juuuuuust fine," she giggled.

"You're really cheery this morning, Fuuka-chan," Mother remarked.

"Yup!"

Ena, sensing her cue, prompted, "Did something good happen, Oneechan?"

"Why yes, Ena-chan, as a matter of fact..." Fuuka smiled, tilting her head 
back and closing her eyes. "Fufufu," she laughed theatrically.

Mother raised an eyebrow. "This has to be good," she remarked. Father had 
yet to pick his newspaper back up.

Fuuka stood and stretched. "But, I really shouldn't rub my good fortune in 
Oneechan's face when she seems to be in a bad mood," she said. She walked 
around to Asagi's chair and leaned over the older girl from behind, wrapping 
her arms around her in a sisterly hug...and prominently positioning her left 
hand so Asagi could not possibly miss the gleam of silver.

Asagi's eyebrow twitched. "What. Is that."

Fuuka leaned much closer, and whispered very softly, "It's game over, bitch. 
You lost." Pretending to kiss her sister on the cheek, she stood and said 
for the whole family to hear, "Oh this? It's just my engagement ring, that's 
all."

Father's jaw dropped. Mother stared.

Ena giggled.

Asagi twitched. "You knew," she hissed to the youngest Ayase.

"Hm-hmmm," Ena chimed.

"Now I know I'm never home enough," Father said. "I didn't even know you had 
a boyfriend, Fuuka-chan."

"I didn't either," Mother said. "And I see all of you every day. How the 
hell did I miss..." She trailed off.

"Wait for it," Asagi smirked.

"Oh. I see," Mother said faintly. "So that's why..."

Father raised an eyebrow at Mother, then cleared his throat and gazed 
steadily at Fuuka. "Well?"

"Koiwai-san," every female in the room said all at once.

"Our neighbor? Yotsuba-chan's father?" Father asked, shocked.

"The same," Asagi said, shaking her head. "Damn, I didn't think he'd 
actually do it..."

"Well, it did take some encouragement," Ena said, resuming her breakfast.

Fuuka blinked at her. "Eh?"

[I'll explain later] Ena mouthed.

Mother looked at Ena. "And what do YOU know about all this?" she asked.

"Pretty much everything," Ena replied.

Fuuka walked around to Father's chair and leaned over, hugging him. "The 
only thing that matters is I'm happy, right? I love Koiwai-san. And 
he...well, the ring says it all, ne?" She beamed. "And I love Yotsuba-chan 
too, and she's crazy about me, so there's no problem with me being a good 
mommy to her."

"You practically already ARE her mommy," Asagi muttered.

Father looked from Fuuka to Asagi and back, and frowned. "I sense some 
tension here, and I don't approve of it."

Mother sighed. "Don't even try to get in the middle of this, dear. Just read 
your paper."

Asagi rolled her eyes. "So, Fuuka-chan, that's what that crack about 'the 
last one' was, hmm?" She took a drink from her juice glass, then said, "Do 
you really think that applies to me, though?" She glanced over at Ena, a 
catty smirk crossing her face. "Because sooner or later, I'll have a 
boyfriend, when I'm ready. And the thing THAT one's going out with doesn't 
count as ANYTHING--"

Ena slammed her glass down on the table. "Do NOT start this, Oneechan. Do 
NOT."

"Oh? Why? Because your little butch friend's gonna duct-tape me to the 
toilet again?"

Mother and Father both stared at Ena, eyes wide.

"Asagi, THAT IS ENOUGH," Fuuka yelled.

"No, I don't think it is," Asagi smirked. "What do you care? You're off the 
hook now. Go crawl in bed with your little hubby and let me deal with the 
cheeky little yuri tots as I see fit."

"I can't believe...even in front of Mother and Father...you would..." Fuuka 
gasped.

"Look, I was content to just mess with you. I had nothing against anyone BUT 
you. It's little miss duct-tape over here and the little 
whatever-the-hell-it-is who decided to escalate things. So, you want 
escalation? You've got escalation." Wiping her mouth primly, she rose from 
the table. "I believe I'm done here," she said.

As she left the kitchen, a total silence descended over the Ayase family.

"Exactly. What. The. Hell. Was. That." Father demanded flatly.

Fuuka sighed. "That, Father, was all hell breaking loose. Ena-chan, I'm so 
sorry..."

Ena sighed. "It's my fault, Oneechan. Me and Miura-chan went too far."

"Or not far enough. I'm starting to like Miura-chan's idea."

The younger girl shrugged. "Don't worry about us, Oneechan. We're protected. 
She may think she can win this one, but she can't. Not anymore. And you've 
already beaten her." Ena grinned. "Koiwai Fuuka-san."

"Do you have any idea what's going on here?" Father asked Mother.

Mother looked at her daughters blankly. "You know, dear? I don't. I really 
don't. And that scares me."

"Maybe if you paid a little more attention, Asagi wouldn't have turned into 
such a completely evil monster bitch in the first place," Ena muttered.

"Ena-chan!" Mother shrieked, flinching as though she had been slapped.

"That wasn't very fair, Ena-chan," Fuuka said. "I mean, we've all been 
pretty good at hiding what really goes on around here."

Ena simply stared at Fuuka, an eyebrow raised.

Fuuka blushed. "Okay bad choice of words."

Ena snickered. "I know what you meant though, Oneechan."

"Are we even here anymore?" Father asked. "Are we even part of this 
conversation?"

"Dear, I'm not even sure we're part of this FAMILY," Mother replied. "I'm 
starting to feel like I don't even exist..."

"What did you mean by 'protected', Ena-chan?" Fuuka asked suddenly, 
unintentionally validating Mother's remark.

"Me and Miura-chan went to see Jumbo-san yesterday. We told him everything." 
She paused. "Well, actually, YOU told him everything. We just told him it 
was all true."

"I see. So he's stopped crushing on Asagi now?"

"Yeah. She's not getting away with anything else." Ena paused. "At least, I 
hope not."

Fuuka frowned. "Duct-tape her to a telephone pole next time," she suggested. 
"Naked."

Father suddenly slammed his fist on the table. "I WILL NOT BE IGNORED IN MY 
OWN HOUSE!" he roared.

Fuuka sighed and faced Father directly. "I've been in a relationship with 
Koiwai-san for several weeks now, only Ena-chan and Asagi knew about it, 
Asagi tried to ruin it by doing something I would not care to explain, it 
backfired, Koiwai-san proposed to me last night and I accepted."

"And a few days ago Miura-chan told me she's in love with me, so now we're a 
couple, and Asagi really really hates that, and Miura-chan really really 
hates Asagi."

"And Asagi continues to invent little torments to annoy us, because she 
knows she can't actually win any of the fights she starts with us, and she's 
basically out for petty revenge now," Fuuka added.

"Which is why me and Miura-chan duct-taped her to the toilet yesterday," Ena 
put in.

"Oh my, oh my," Asagi's voice drawled from just outside the door. "Ena-chan, 
I'm surprised you left out that day when you fainted and Koiwai-san brought 
you home and--"

Ena's plate flew across the kitchen, slamming into Asagi's nose.

"You REALLY do not want to go there," Ena seethed.

"I dob't...hab tu," Asagi managed to say through the swelling and bleeding. 
"Ibs too date dow." Waving with her free hand, she left. The front door 
slammed a moment later.

Fuuka turned to slowly look at Ena. "When you fainted and Koiwai-san brought 
you home and--?"

"And nothing," Ena replied flatly. "She's trying to get in one last dig at 
us. That's all."

Father and Mother had both moved away from the table, pale and stricken by 
what had just happened.

Fuuka sighed. "Just so you know, I'm moving out today. Right now. I'll be 
living next door with my fiance." Father opened his mouth to argue, but 
Fuuka cut him off. "Please...if you love me, don't try to interfere. You've 
had virtually no involvement in my life for over a decade. I'm a woman now. 
Soon I'll be a wife. Let go."

Ena coughed. "Well um...I can't get out of this the way Oneechan just did, 
cause I'm still a kid, but...it's really best for everyone if you just act 
like Asagi doesn't even exist anymore, let Fuuka go live with Koiwai-san, 
and um..." She blushed. "And don't get mad at me for being in love with 
another girl."

Fuuka cleared away her breakfast dishes and went upstairs without another 
word. Ena finished cleaning up the kitchen, then went to her own room.

Mother and Father sat in silence long after the girls had left the kitchen.

"What...just happened?" Mother asked quietly, tears in her eyes.

"We just failed as parents. That's what happened."

"...I see." Mother swallowed thickly. "So...what do we do now?"

"We do nothing," Father said tonelessly. "They don't seem to need us, so we 
should just stay out of the way and do nothing."

"No...that's just not..." Mother sobbed.

Father turned a page in his newspaper.

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"Ena-chan?" Fuuka asked quietly, peering in the open door to her younger 
sister's room.

"C'mon in, Oneechan."

"Um...Ena-chan," Fuuka began, "Two things."

Ena sighed. "Go on."

"First, the bit about Kota--I mean, Koiwai-san needing persuasion."

"Jumbo kinda rattled his cage a little," Ena said. "But don't let that ruin 
it for you. He does love you and you know it."

Fuuka blushed. "I...I guess so," she said, turning her ring on her finger.

"And the second?"

Fuuka sat down. "What was Asagi about to say when you broke her nose? And 
nice throw by the way."

"Thanks." Ena sighed. "Oneechan, it really, truly is not something you need 
to know about. Ever. It's between me and Asagi, and it's already been 
handled."

"No, Ena-chan. We're not doing this. We can't keep secrets from each other."

Ena gave Fuuka a very serious look. "We can if they'll destroy everything we 
fought to protect from that bitch."

Fuuka frowned. "And you just confirmed my worst fear."

Ena paled. "Oh god no. No, Oneechan, NO."

"And you knew what my worst fear was without asking," Fuuka said, 
thin-lipped. She stood, stiffly...

"Nobody raped me except Asagi," Ena said.

Fuuka sat back down. "Asagi did--?!"

"Right over there, on that very bed," Ena said, nodding across the room. 
"And yeah, he was in here when it happened. Sitting right where you are now. 
SIT BACK DOWN," she commanded forcefully as Fuuka had started to rise. "You 
want to know what happened? Even though I told you it's best you don't? Then 
you're gonna listen."

Fuuka stared at her, shocked. "Ena-chan..."

"I accidentally walked in on you and Koiwai-san that day you were doing it 
in the shower, when you were wearing that school swimsuit. What was that, 
some kind of weird fetish thing? Nevermind, I don't want to know. Between 
that and the anal sex in the window, I just really do not want to know what 
you two are like the rest of the time."

Fuuka turned very, very red. "You DID see that, then."

"I as much as told you so," Ena replied, sticking out her tongue. 
"Miura-chan saw too. We were literally three feet away the whole time."

Fuuka's eyes widened. "And you didn't try to stop it?! Even though...it was 
so humiliating?"

Ena blushed and looked away. "We kinda got caught up in enjoying the show," 
she admitted. At Fuuka's expression, she added, "Oh, come on, how often do 
you see a girl stuck in a window getting screwed in the butt? You kinda have 
to stop and stare at something like that."

Fuuka made a strangled noise, trembling. "Ena-chan...when did you...when did 
you turn into such a pervert?"

"The day after I saw Koiwai-san having sex with Asagi," Ena said without a 
hint of shame. "See, two days in a row, I saw Koiwai-san having sex with 
both of my sisters. I couldn't stop thinking about it." She blushed. "My 
body started reacting to the horrible awful thoughts I was having.

"So, I went for a walk to try to cool down and clear my head. Then I met up 
with Miura-chan, and I told her about the way I was feeling and how confused 
I was, and she told me exactly what that feeling was. And when I put that 
together with the cause, I got really freaked out, so I ran off.

"So I was just wandering around town, my body burning up. I was trying to 
think of anything else at all, but..." Ena sighed. "I couldn't concentrate 
on anything.

"And then I turned a corner and ran right into him." She shook her head. "I 
fainted. The lie is I fainted from sunstroke. The truth is, I fainted 
because my own hormones ran away with me."

"I...see. I think," Fuuka said, blinking.

"No, you don't," Ena replied. "Twice in a row, I saw Koiwai-san having sex. 
I had never seen a man naked before, much less doing *that*." She sighed. 
"So when my body went out of control, all I kept seeing was him. And then I 
ran right into him."

Fuuka paled. "Oh, Ena-chan, that's awful..."

"So anyway, he brought me home and he and Asagi put me to bed then sat with 
me to make sure I was okay. And then when I woke up, Asagi took off my 
panties and started touching and squeezing and rubbing and--"

"I get the idea."

"Right, sorry," Ena flushed. "Um...and she told Koiwai-san not to leave the 
room. And I'm pretty sure he was still worried about her little blackmail 
threat.

"So then, she's doing all this stuff to me, and then she starts telling me 
that sex wasn't dirty and that if I didn't do things like that, I'd end up 
alone forever. I mean, she really went all out." Ena looked down. "I didn't 
realize until later what kind of sick bitch she is.

"And then after getting me all worked up, bringing me right to the point 
where I couldn't take any more, and making me think I had to do the things I 
knew my body could do...she walked out of the room. 'I'll leave the rest to 
you, then', she said to him."

Fuuka stared at Ena. "And...then?"

"And then, it would have been over," Ena said. "He had absolutely no 
intention of laying one finger on me." She sighed. "This part..." Her voice 
was thick and heavy now. "This part, I've only ever told Miura-chan."

Fuuka nodded mutely.

"I begged him to do it. I begged him to do the same things to me that he did 
to you and Asagi."

Fuuka's lips thinned into a tight, angry line.

"He didn't want to," Ena replied. "He tried to get out of there, get away 
from *me*, as fast as he could. But I was really..." She blushed. "I was 
turning on the pout, you know? The one I used to always use to get my way?"

"Yeah..."

"Now, imagine you're getting that pout from a half-naked, wet, incredibly 
horny--"

"Okay, ENOUGH!" Fuuka exclaimed, turning green. "I get it!"

"I'm sorry, Oneechan."

"It's..." Fuuka sighed. "So then?"

"He figured if he just did a little more of what Asagi did, I'd be satisfied 
and it'd be over."

Fuuka's hands clenched in her lap. "And then...?"

"And then I raped him."

Fuuka's eyes bulged as she stared at Ena. "...y...WHAT?!"

The younger girl looked off to the side, an incredibly wrong smile on her 
face. "I know what you're probably thinking. How in the world did a ten year 
old girl manage to rape a thirty year old man?"

"The...thought had occurred to me," Fuuka said flatly.

Ena looked down. "He was getting too aroused from touching me, so he 
stopped. He didn't want to be aroused by a ten year old girl, after all.

"Thing is, when he stopped, I fell backwards into his lap."

Fuuka closed her eyes. "And right onto his--"

"Yeah. And--"

"Stop. Stop right there," Fuuka said, holding up a hand. "I'm pretty sure I 
can figure out the rest."

Ena nodded. "Yeah." She looked down and blushed. "So um...what happened that 
day wasn't his fault. Um...I guess you could say I did almost the same thing 
to him Asagi did."

"I wouldn't call it that," Fuuka said.

"In any case, what happened between Koiwai-san and me...on his part, there 
was no intent, only reluctance. The intent came entirely from me."

"That still doesn't excuse--"

"Oneechan," Ena interrupted. "Who forced Asagi to admit she blackmailed 
Koiwai-san into having sex with her, and that he never actually rejected 
you?"

"You did," Fuuka replied.

"If he had hurt me, if I had reason to hate him, would I have done that?" 
Ena asked.

"Um..." Fuuka blinked.

"If Koiwai-san had molested me, had raped me, would I be so happy to see you 
two together?"

Fuuka made no reply.

"What happened that day...was stupid. It should never have happened. But it 
happened, and then after the fact, it didn't even matter anymore." Ena 
shrugged. "In a way, it's best that it happened the way it did, because I 
had control of the situation. What if, in the condition I'd been in, some 
random pervert had found me? Or a bunch of perverts? What then?"

Fuuka paled, cringing.

"But it was Koiwai-san...YOUR Koiwai-san who found me. And yes, things 
happened between us which should not have happened between a grown man and a 
ten year old girl. But the entire time I was alone with him, doing those 
things...I was in control. The only time I wasn't in control was when Asagi 
molested me." She looked up. "And you know which one I consider family, and 
which one I don't."

Fuuka stared at her for a long moment, then started to smile. "Yeah..."

"Oneechan...don't let this destroy what you have. This is nothing. That's 
why I never told you. I didn't want that one stupid thing to screw up 
everything good you had."

Fuuka stood slowly, and walked over to her sister. She knelt down and 
embraced her, kissing her softly on the forehead. "Ena-chan...thank you."

"I love you, Oneechan."

They simply held each other for a moment. Then, Fuuka said, "He still needs 
to be punished for not getting the hell out of there when he had the chance. 
I can't just COMPLETELY let this go unpunished, Ena-chan."

"Okay, but nothing too big," Ena said. "Just..put laxative in his miso or 
something. I mean that's enough."

"Laxative..." Fuuka murmured. An evil grin slowly spread across her face. 
"You know, I think I can get revenge for this AND the damn window thing all 
in one go..."

Ena giggled. "I can't wait to see."

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"Hey Daddy! Fuuka an' Ena are comin' over!"

Yotsuba was jumping up and down in the open doorway. KOiwai smiled. "You're 
very excited today."

"I know something good happened yesterday!" Yotsuba beamed. "I don't 
understand it, but everyone was happy so it's gotta be good, right?"

"It's very good, Yotsuba-chan," Koiwai said, patting the little girl's head. 
"Maybe today we'll try to expl--"

"Kotashi," Fuuka called from the doorway, "We need to talk."

Ena was momentarily surprised by that, before she realized that it made 
sense for her sister to call Koiwai by his first name. Or to actually even 
know it, for that matter.

Koiwai looked at the two sisters and the serious looks on their faces, and

frowned. "Yotsuba-chan, you want to go watch your penguin video?"

"Nuh-uh, I wanna play with Ena!"

"Ena's a little busy right now, Yotsuba-chan," Ena said apologetically. 
"Please, go watch your video. Or draw a picture or something."

The little girl pouted. "Don't wanna."

"Yotsuba-chan, we're about to talk about really really boring things that 
you don't understand," Fuuka explained. "We're gonna use a lot of big words 
and it's gonna be like when the news comes on terebi."

Yotsuba pulled a 'yuck' face. "I hate the stupid boring news."

"Well, then you'd hate listening to us talk right now," Fuuka said. "If 
you're a good girl and do what I say, I'll get you some ice cream later. 
Okay?"

Yotsuba brightened. "Okay!" She turned to Koiwai. "Daddy, I wanna watch the 
penguin video!"

Koiwai chuckled. "Okay, let's go put it on, then."

As Koiwai took Yotsuba into the TV room, Ena commented, "Bribery? Nice 
parenting skills there, Fuuka-mama."

"Oh, shut up. This is kind of an emergency."

Five minutes later, Koiwai came back alone. "What's up?" he asked.

"Asagi made one last attempt to destroy us," Fuuka said.

"She--how?" Koiwai asked. "I mean, what else could--"

Then he realized Ena was there. And why.

"Asagi kinda forced me to tell Oneechan about...that day," Ena said.

Koiwai jumped back from the two girls, stricken.

"It's okay though!" Ena said, waving her hands and shaking her head. "I told 
her *EVERYTHING*. Including exactly who did what to who. You're off the 
hook."

Koiwai blinked. "Huh? How the hell can I possibly be off the hook for 
that?!"

Ena rolled her eyes. "You don't exactly have much restraint to begin with, 
and you had an incredibly horny ten year old girl trying her hardest to jump 
you. That was gonna end badly no matter what."

"When she told me exactly what she said and did, and knowing just how much 
of a slave to your dick you are," Fuuka commented sharply, "it went a long 
way towards shifting the blame."

"I see..."

"But this is still kind of a problem," Ena said with a sigh. "There are now 
exactly five people who know what really happened that day. All but one of 
those can be counted on to never speak of it again."

"Asagi," Koiwai said, grimacing. "It always comes back to Asagi."

"But she can't really screw us with this anymore," Fuuka insisted. "I mean, 
if it's her word against you two, you're both going to say she left the room 
right after she molested Ena, and she couldn't possibly know what happened 
after she left, right?"

"That's true," Koiwai said. "Wait, *five* people know?" He counted mentally. 
"You two, me, Asagi, who the hell's--"

"Miura-chan," Ena said. She blushed. "Cuz I tell her everything, now."

"Oh," Koiwai said. "Yeah, that makes sense."

Ena looked down, shuffling her feet. "Um...technically six people know. But 
number six doesn't know the details of what happened after Asagi left."

"Wait, you did NOT tell me this," Fuuka said, alarmed. "Who--?"

"I told Jumbo-san that Asagi molested me, and that Koiwai-san was there when 
it happened." Ena said.

"OH, *FUCK*!" Koiwai exclaimed.

"Great, I'm a widow already," Fuuka muttered.

"No," Ena said, shaking her head. "He does know you were there, Koiwai-san, 
but I told him that you absolutely did not, in any way, shape, or form, 
molest or hurt me. And that's true. You didn't. He doesn't need to know the 
details, and there are only two people he could even hear them from and 
Asagi isn't one of them."

Koiwai let out a relieved sigh. "Good. You scared me there for a second, 
Ena-chan."

"Oh, one last thing," Ena said.

Fuuka and Koiwai tensed. "What now?" Koiwai asked nervously.

Ena motioned for them to lean closer. They did so. As soon as they were at 
the same level as her head, she shouted right into their ears, "LOCK YOUR 
FUCKING DOOR FROM NOW ON, MORON!"

Fuuka and Koiwai both jumped backwards, clutching at their ears. "Gyaaah!" 
Fuuka complained. "Mou, Ena-chan..."

Ena giggled cutely.

"When did you pick up such a potty mouth?" Koiwai wondered.

"Um...I think Miura-chan's a bad influence on me," Ena admitted, blushing. 
"But I don't care."

"That's the spirit!" Koiwai exclaimed. "When you've got love, manners can go 
to hell!"

"Yeah, manners can go to hell!" Ena echoed, thrusting a fist into the sky 
and beaming cutely.

Fuuka smacked both of them upside the head. "Behave," she chided.

There was a sudden knock at the door. Koiwai walked over and opened it. 
"Hello?" he asked. "Wait, there's nobody--"

"There's a letter," Ena said, pointing down.

Koiwai picked it up. "A little heavy," he noted. He scanned the envelope, 
and blinked. "It's for you, Fuuka-chan."

Fuuka took it from him curiously, examining it. "This is..."

"Who's it from?" Ena asked.

"It doesn't say on the outside..." Fuuka carefully opened the envelope. A 
ring of keys fell out into her hand. Her eyes widened.

"Hey, those are--" Ena began.

"Koiwai Fuuka-san," Fuuka read aloud, blushing slightly at that, "Enclosed 
you will find the keys to every room in the house next door to yours. Please 
remove any and all possessions belonging to you, and to your younger sister 
Ena. We regret that we must ask this of you, but we feel her place is no 
longer with us, but with you and your new family.

"We are leaving. Do not attempt to find us. We are very sorry that we have 
failed you as parents. We hope you are more successful raising your 
daughter, and any future children you may have.

"Ayase."

The letter fell from Fuuka's suddenly numb fingers. She stared down at it in 
horror, as did Ena.

Koiwai gaped. "What the hell...?"

Fuuka let out one long, slow hiss of breath, eyes closed. "Asagi's final 
revenge. She destroyed the Ayase family. Completely."


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