It's that time again! Update! So on with it!
Sighing heavily, Rika sat down next to Nono in the Momusu dressing room. They had been working almost non-stop since six this morning. It was now seven at night and Rika felt that she was no closer to learning all the dance routines than she had been four hours ago, when exhaustion set in.
Looking sympathetically at the young girl taking a nap on the hard make-up table, Rika quietly cursed their slave-driving dance instructor. Damn him, pushing little girls so hard. And why did they have a man instructor anyway? Wasn’t that inappropriate?
Gently shaking Tsuji awake and helping her to her feet, she smiled when the younger girl grumbled and stuck her thumb in her mouth. She would probably be cranky tomorrow, just like a little child.
A sudden protective streak fell over Rika at this thought. She connected so well with this girl, like she did with her younger sister, why shouldn’t she want to protect her? Studying Nono, Rika realized that she’d fallen asleep standing up.
Giggling, the older girl wrapped an arm around Tsuji’s shoulders, patting her head when she snuggled into Rika’s half-hug. This girl was so sweet! When she wasn’t scheming to touch people in bad places, which her and Yossui never seemed to be on the receiving end of.
Absently helping Tsuji down the hall to the dressing room she shared with Kago, Rika pondered this. She knew that every musume, excluding Nakazawa and Gomaki, and even some of the staff that the girls were becoming familiar with had been victims. What made her and Yossui so special?
A small sound at her shoulder made her look down to see that her temporary charge was mostly awake. Smiling gently got a sleepy grin and yawn. The cuteness just about killed the older girl.
They continued their trek silently, a rare state for both girls, Nono still leaning against Rika, just because, although Rika wasn’t complaining. Stopping in front of the door, they could hear Aibon playing music. She was probably sleeping.
“Thanks, Rika-chan.” Nono said sweetly. Rika thoughts from earlier came back and she just had to know.
“Hey, Non?” she began tentatively. “You and Aibon are always…” here she made wild hand gestures which, impossibly, were understood. When Tsuji indicated her to go on, Rika said, “Well, why don’t you do that to everyone?”
“You mean why not you, or Yocchan, or Maki-san, or Nakazawa?” Tsuji clarified. “Gomaki is respectable, someone you don’t play around with like that. Nakazawa-san is just scary. I mean, we’re stupid, not suicidal.”
Rika nodded, that all made sense, “But what about Yocchan and I?”
“We like you!” Nono giggled, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Aibon is close to Yossui and I’m close to you, so we decided that that gave you impunity.”
Slightly confused, the older girl asked, “You mean immunity?”
“You understood.” Tsuji waved away the correction, “I give you gold and the only thing you comment on is my vocabulary?” Acting insulted, the girl turned her back, hiding her smile, and reached for the doorknob.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Nono. I’m flattered. Really.” Rika reached out to lay her hand on the girl’s shoulder, but jumped in surprise when Tsuji turned around grinning. With a playful ‘Gotcha!’, Nono pressed a friendly kiss to Rika’s cheek and scampered into the dressing room.
Slightly stunned, Rika stared at the door, hearing the sounds of Aibon’s rude awakening, including words she didn’t know twelve year olds knew, and Nono’s hysterical laughter. Finally smiling and shaking her head, the older girl turned and began walking away.
----You know, I realized that I have a habit of replying whenever someone comments on this. Maybe I should just wait or something.
Topic: Innocence (Fourth Gen Love) (Read 41892 times)