[FFML] [fanfic][Yotsuba&!][lemon] Pretty Neighbor 2nd Visit: Chapter 9: Miura & Secrets

[Mythril Moth]

Back to sexy times!

(Miura & Pranks will be a later chapter, It was PLANNED for this one, 
but...plans changed.)

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MIURA & SECRETS

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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The following morning, Ena awoke, stretched, and looked over to find Yotsuba 
not in her bed, with the sheets still rumpled. For a brief moment, she 
panicked; then she realized Yotsuba probably just got up before her.

She shuffled out of the bedroom and looked around. Sure enough, Yotsuba was 
standing at the door to her parents' bedroom, a confused look on her face.

"Yotsuba-chan," Ena called.

"Ena! Ena!" Yotsuba said, rushing up to her. "Two weird things happened this 
morning!"

"Two?" Ena asked. "What?"

"First, I woke up an' I had tissues stuck in my ears!"

Ena blushed. "Sorry, Yotsuba-chan, that was my fault. There were 
some...noises. I thought they might disturb you, so I plugged your ears."


"Oh." Yotsuba nodded. "Okay. Don't do that again though, I was surprised!"

"Okay, I won't," Ena said with a nervous giggle. *Oneechan and Oniichan will 
have to soundproof their room...* "And the other thing?"

"Hm?" Yotsuba tilted her head, then remembered and pointed at the bedroom 
door. "Can't go in! It's locked!"

"Ah...yeah, I forgot to tell you. Your Mommy and Daddy are gonna be locking 
that door at night from now on."

Tears welled up in Yotsuba's eyes, and she sniffled. "But...why? Are they 
mad at me?"

"No, no!" Ena denied, waving her hands frantically. "It's...just..." she 
cast about, desperate to come up with some way to handle this. "It's a 
rule!" she said suddenly.

"A rule?" Yotsuba asked.

"Yeah," Ena said. "See, you only had a Daddy before, but now you've got a 
Daddy AND a Mommy, right?"


Yotsuba nodded.

"Well, you see, if you only have one or the other, then they don't have to 
lock their door. But if you've got both a Mommy and a Daddy, they have to 
lock the door at night."

Yotsuba tilted her head. "...why?" she asked.

"Because it's a rule," Ena said, arms folded and nodding stiffly.

"But why's it a rule?"

"I dunno, it just is."

"It's a stupid rule," Yotsuba pouted.

"Yeah, but if they don't lock the door, and they get caught, they'll get 
taken away and can't come back until they pay a million billion yen!"

Yotsuba's eyes widened. "That's a lot of yen. That's..." She looked down at 
her hands, ticking off her fingers. "That's a LOT of yen!"

"Yeah. So they have to lock their door. Okay?"

"Okay," Yotsuba agreed. She pouted. "I still don't like it, but Daddy says 
you gotta obey rules."


"That's right."

"Okay, I'm gonna go take a poop now!" Yotsuba exclaimed cheerfully, running 
off to the bathroom.

Ena laughed weakly. "I didn't need to know that..."

The lock on the master bedroom door clicked, and the door opened. Koiwai 
shuffled out, half-asleep. "Ohayou," he greeted.

"Ohayou, Oniichan," Ena said. "Rough night?"

"Uh...not really."

"You know, you need to soundproof that room now."

"Eh?"

"I plugged Yotsuba-chan's ears last night, but I can't do that all the time, 
and it's not like *I* wanna hear that either," Ena said sternly.

Koiwai blinked at her, still too asleep to process what she was saying. 
After a moment, it clicked, and his eyes widened. "Oh. Uh...sorry." He 
glanced back in the direction of the bedroom. "I'll look into it."

"Is Oneechan up yet?" Ena asked.

"Eh, she woke up long enough to fart in my face before going back to sleep," 
Koiwai said, wrinkling his nose.

Ena blinked. "Huh?"

"Damnedest thing," he said, shaking his head. "First thing she does when she 
wakes up after sex is fart. Every single time."

Ena turned pink. "That's WEIRD." She grimaced. "And a lot more than I really 
needed to know!!"

"Sorry, sorry. Um...I think I better get some coffee in me before I say 
anything else stupid."

"Good idea." Ena nodded. "Oh, I fed Yotsuba a completely bullshit story 
about why your bedroom's gonna be locked from now on, so if she says 
anything about a door locking rule or being fined a million billion yen, 
just go with it."

Koiwai blinked. "That's not gonna make sense even AFTER I have my coffee, is 
it?"

"Nope."

"Okay."

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About an hour after breakfast, Miura came over. "We still got one last thing 
to deal with before we can put all this Asagi shit behind us," she said. 
"Ena-chan? Fuuka-neesan? You ready?"

Fuuka sighed. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Yeah, let's get it over with."

The younger girls followed Fuuka to Koiwai's work room. Fuuka knocked on the 
door. "Kotashi?"

Koiwai opened the door. "Hm?"

"We need to use your computer for a bit. To...you know." Fuuka tilted her 
head at Miura, who held up the evidence disc.

Koiwai frowned. "I really wish you wouldn't use my computer to look at that 
damn thing."


"I know, but we don't have mine set up yet, and we're planning to put it in 
the TV room anyway..."

"And the CD drive on my laptop broke," Ena said. "Miura-chan's right, that 
thing sucks."

"Besides, we can lock this door."

Koiwai rubbed at his nose, then sighed. "Yeah, I get it. Just be careful not 
to mess with any of my work stuff, alright?"


"You know I won't screw anything up, Niisan," Miura said.

Koiwai nodded. "Got it. I'll take Yotsuba to get some ice cream and rent a 
new video or something. Anyone want anything from the video store?"

"Not that I can think of," Fuuka said. Ena shook her head.

"Okay. Two hours be enough?"

"It should."

Koiwai nodded, going downstairs. "Yotsuba!" they heard him call. "Let's go 
get ice cream!"

After the excited cheering of the little girl faded, the three older girls 
looked at one another, sighed, nodded, and went into the work room, shutting 
and locking the door.

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"Okay, did you wanna do this separately or together?" Miura asked.

"We might as well do it together," Ena said. "It's not like I care about 
Oneechan seeing me naked, and I've already seen enough of Oneechan AND 
Oniichan that none of those pictures will surprise me."

Fuuka sighed. "I'd argue against letting Ena-chan see those pictures, 
but...like she said, what would even be the point?" She frowned. "I do have 
one thing to say, though."

"What is it, Oneechan?" Ena asked.

"Not to you," Fuuka shook her head. "To *YOU*," she clarified, spearing 
Miura with a stern gaze. "I'd appreciate if you keep the peanut gallery 
cracks to a bare minimum."

Miura blinked. "What, me? I'm a perfect little lady--"

"Bullshit. Second only to Kotashi, you're the biggest pervert I know. So 
please, TRY to rein it in."

Miura nodded. "I'll do my best."

With that, she slipped the CD into the drive, waited for the password 
prompt, and typed it in. A folder opened, taking several seconds to fully 
load.

E:\a_asagi_cp

\asagi\

\mizugi\

\pantira\

\tikan\

ena_n01.jpg

. . .

ena_n26.jpg

fuka_n001.jpg

. . .

fuka_n172.jpg

fuka_s01.jpg

. . .

fuka_s39.jpg

y-fuka_n01.jpg

. . .

y-fuka_n11.jpg

Fuuka turned green. "What...the hell...is with these file names?"

Miura rubbed the back of her head. "Ah, that's my doing, actually." When the 
other girls glared at her, she shrugged sheepishly. "Hey, my job was to find 
AND catalog this shit. How are you gonna catalog something like this without 
a system?"

Fuuka sighed. "That makes sense, I guess." Taking a deep, shuddering breath, 
she reached for the mouse, and clicked on "y-fuka_n01". Up came a picture, 
taken from behind, of a young girl shampooing her hair. The next was of a 
sleeping ten-year-old Fuuka with her pajamas half removed. And so forth, and 
so on.

"How did she...?" Fuuka felt incredibly sick.

"I'm almost afraid to look at mine, now," Ena said.

"Uhhh, yeah, I gotta warn you about..." Miura pulled out her notebook again. 
"Let's see...number 17." She grimaced. "You're gonna be creeped out by all 
of 'em, but that one...ugh."

Fuuka and Ena exchanged a nervous glance. Fuuka placed a steadying hand on 
her little sister's shoulder.

Drawing a deep, shaky breath, Ena clicked on the one Miura warned her about.

"...oh...my...god...EWW! How...EWW! Oh my...EWW!"

"How the HELL did she--"

The picture was of Ena, in her school uniform, crouched over a toilet, 
urinating.

"This is..." Ena trembled.

Miura reached over and closed the image.

Fuuka looked up sharply. "Are there any like that of me?" she asked.

"Of you takin' a piss? No. It's the ones with the 's' on 'em you gotta worry 
about." Miura leaned over Ena and hugged her, whispering softly to her. Ena 
started to calm down, but still looked sick.

The nearly two hundred images of Fuuka marked with an 'n' mostly involved 
dressing for school, in bed asleep, in the furo, in the changing room at 
school; all situations in which being photographed would make one feel 
violated, but by this point, nothing they had not been expecting.

Finally, they got to the 'S' images. With the others' hands on her shoulders 
as a show of support, Fuuka went into the darkest territory.

As each image displayed, Fuuka's face grew progressively redder, while Ena's 
eyes got bigger and bigger. She also, to Fuuka's dismay and Miura's 
amusement, kept up a running commentary:

"In your school uniform...in your swimsuit...in a Playboy bunny outfit? 
Where did you even GET a Playboy bunny outfit?...why did you put your 
panties over his head?...I don't think you were doing that right...I *KNOW* 
you weren't doing *THAT* right...why'd he put it between your...?...that's 
just WEIRD...why are HIS underpants on YOUR head?!...a waitress uniform?...a 
qipao?...what's with all these weird costumes?!"

"Okay, that's enough," Fuuka said, closing the folder and ejecting the disc.

"Well, your sex life with Niisan certainly is not boring," Miura said, 
shaking her head.

Fuuka glared at her. "What?" Miura replied. "I made ONE comment the whole 
time, and that was it."

Fuuka buried her head in her hands and sighed.

Ena hugged her, kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry, Oneechan. I didn't 
mean to upset you. I just...got a little carried away," she finished lamely.

"I know how to cheer Neesan up," Miura said brightly.

"How?" Ena asked. Fuuka didn't even bother to look up.

Miura motioned Ena aside, then placed her hands on Fuuka's shoulders and 
leaned down close to her left ear.

"Miura-sama says..." she whispered.

Her hand quickly crept just inside the collar of Fuuka's shirt, and she 
rubbed her index finger just inside the base of the older girl's collarbone.

Fuuka jerked up sharply.

"Cheer..." Miura whispered.

She leaned even closer, and ever so softly, finished, "...up." Then she 
lightly bit down on Fuuka's left earlobe.

Fuuka's eyes widened, and she let out a funny squeak.

"Miura-chan, what are you--?!" Ena cried, staring.

"Sometimes the disease and the cure are the same thing," Miura said. "This 
is one of those times." Grinning, she dug her finger into Fuuka's collarbone 
again, then bit her ear a bit more forcefully.

"AAAH! S-STOP! Wh--HOW--?!" Fuuka gasped.

"If you're not cheered up yet, I know at least three more places to go 
after," Miura said.

"I'M CHEERED UP, I'M CHEERED UP!" Fuuka screeched, shooting the desk chair 
as far from Miura as she could get.

Miura smirked.

"Mi-u-raaaaaaaa..." Ena growled behind her.

"Ah crap."

Ena grabbed Miura by the arm and spun her around. "WHAT. WAS. THAT."

"What? I didn't like seein' Neesan all depressed like that, so I figured I'd 
spook her out of it."

"By molesting her?" Ena asked, glaring murderously at her supposed 
girlfriend.


Miura raised an eyebrow. "Not..."

She leaned in close to Ena's left ear.


"...exactly."

A gentle bite, and Ena's eyes widened. "Erk...!"

Suddenly, Fuuka grabbed Miura from behind, and pinned her against the wall. 
"Explain," she said simply.

"Drop me or I'll go for the ear again."

Fuuka let Miura down, then folded her arms. "Again, explain."

Ena moved over to stand beside her, slightly flushed. "Yes, Miura-chan, 
explain."

Miura put her hands behind her head and grinned. "What? I'd think it was 
obvious..."

"Not to me," Ena said, trembling. "And if you're gonna do that kind of thing 
suddenly, I..."


Miura sighed. "Alright, alright. Now, I'm pretty sure Neesan's only 
wonderin' how I *knew*. And Ena-chan, you just don't know what happened at 
all, right?" She shrugged. "It's simple."

"I'm not going to like this explanation, am I?" Fuuka asked.

"Actually, if he even for a second thought I'd EVER use it on YOU, he 
wouldn't have told me," Miura replied. "But in this case, it was for a good 
cause. It really was. I just wanted to snap you out of it."

Fuuka closed her eyes. "Kotashi," she hissed. "He told you...those 
places..." She trembled. "I'm going to kill him--"

"It had nothing to do with you, Neesan," Miura said. "And everything to do 
with Ena-chan."

Ena blinked. "Eh? Me?"

Fuuka also blinked. "Okay, THAT, you REALLY need to explain."

"It's simple," Miura said. "You have the exact same weak points. Since he 
already knew them all, he told me so that I'd have that knowledge with 
Ena-chan."


Ena blushed. "Um...oh."

"Actually, he just *guessed* it'd work with Ena-chan," Miura clarified, 
seeing Fuuka starting to get angry. "Because it worked on Asagi."

Fuuka blinked. "What?" she asked.

"He explained that the time Asagi threw herself at him, he decided to go 
after all the same spots that work on you, just to see what'd happen. Every 
single one hit." Miura shrugged. "So he figured it's probably the same with 
Ena-chan, which is why he told me about it."

Ena turned VERY red. "That's not fair at all."

Fuuka blinked several times, then a strange expression crossed her face. She 
walked over to Ena, and without preamble, prodded the base of her 
collarbone. Ena let out a gasp.

Fuuka nodded. "Sit down please, Ena-chan."

"O-okay," Ena said, doing so. Fuuka squatted down and pulled off her little 
sister's sock, then pinched at the base of the area between her toes.

"EEP!" Ena yelped, blushing furiously.

"I'll be damned," Fuuka said quietly, standing up. "That IS interesting." 
She chuckled. "Miura-chan? Thanks. Finding all this out was worth a little 
embarassment."

"Sure thing, Neesan."

"But poke or bite me in ANY of those places ever again and I'll break your 
hands off," Fuuka said with a sweet smile.

"Aheh...right."

"I'm gonna go start lunch," she said. "You girls behave yourselves, okay?"

"We will!" Miura replied.

Fuuka had taken fewer than five steps down the hall when she heard Ena 
squeal again. She stopped for a moment, then shrugged. "Eh, why worry." 
Smiling, she went down to the kitchen, her younger sister's squeals and 
yelps diminishing behind her.

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"We're home," Koiwai called as he and Yotsuba entered.

Fuuka walked out to greet them. "Lunch is just about ready," she said. "Did 
you get anything good at the video store?"

"Maybe," Koiwai said. "Where are the girls?"

"Around, somewhere," Fuuka said cryptically. She squatted down in front of 
Yotsuba. "Did you have fun?" she asked.

"I got the bestest ice cream ever!" Yotsuba cheered. "And I rented a new 
video!" She stretched up onto her tiptoes and whispered, "It's got pandas in 
it!"

"It's got pandas in it?" Fuuka replied with a tone of surprised delight. 
"That sounds very nice!" She patted Yotsuba on the head. "I look forward to 
watching it with you. For now, though, go get washed up and sit at the 
table, we'll have lunch soon."

"Yay!" Yotsuba ran off, laughing.

Fuuka smiled after her. "She's more adorable every day."

"Yeah." Koiwai frowned. "Seriously, where ARE the yuri twins?"

Fuuka smirked. "Actually, I'm pretty sure they just had sex in your work 
room."

Koiwai jerked backwards in surprise. "WHAT?!"

"Well, that's what it sounded like was about to happen when I came down to 
make lunch."

"And...you didn't put a stop to it because...?"

"Because it's completely harmless?" Fuuka suggested.

"But I mean, in my work room? I mean, WE don't even--"

"Oh, that? That's your punishment," Fuuka said simply.

"My punishment?" Koiwai asked, blinking. "Punishment for what? What the hell 
did I do now?"

"But you know, it IS interesting," Fuuka said, "that my sisters and I all 
have the exact same weak spots."

"Grk."

"But really, was it absolutely necessary to tell the most perverted ten year 
old girl in the world that?" Fuuka asked with a smile, before returning to 
the kitchen.

Koiwai sighed. "I just hope they clean up after themselves..."




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