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           As always, my thanks and gratitude to the genius Matsumoto for creating
     such pliable characters for me to shape to my evil will ( insert meniacal laughter
     here ). Please do remember while you read this that it is only for fun, and I do not
     mean it to be taken very seriously, although it might not be as offensive as others
     that I've released.
           Distribution, as always, is at the whim of the reader, and is not meant, nor
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     are not mine, only the situations they have been put into. And thus, all copyrights,
     real or imagined, are differed to their original holders. 


                 The Trouble With Twins - Part 1


      Ayukawa pushed her hair back from her forehead as the light breeze tickled her nose
with a ribbon of hair. "Ohayo." she smiled, her eyes gaily regarding the stunned student who
she'd spoke to. 
      For some strange reason, she mused, I'm in a rather good mood today. But, when she
thought about it. It wasn't all that strange. 
      It was Monday, and the weekend had held some very interesting times for her.
Kasuga's mishap was one, although she rather thought of it not as a mishap. He'd said it
absently, that was true enough, and had been rather deceptive. But she'd felt a rise in her gut
when she'd heard the words, 'I dreamt about you last night...' 
      A curious thrill seeped upward, bringing life to her nerves as she saw the scene again in
her mind. He'd been so attentive. So real at that moment. She might even... But no. She
wasn't the type to go chasing him around the way Hikaru did. But maybe, just this once... 
      When she was in this kind of mood, she sure felt as if she could. 
      She nodded to her fellows as she walked into the room. Her eyes instantly darted to his
desk, but the desk to Komatsu's left was empty. Strange, she thought: of all days... Was
Kasuga sick? She must find out. Maybe... she mused, her thoughts retreating to the scene that
had happened afterward. She'd purposefully dropped the bowling ball on his toes, landing
with a smash! Maybe he's mad... The thought depressed her still more. She had been curt
with him. Almost too much. And even if he did deserve it, that didn't make it any easier to
bare for her. 
      She flipped her hair back, dismissing the thought, and his absence, and gained her seat.
But still, her eyes kept drawing themselves back to the empty desk. The desk he should be
sitting in. She felt a sudden pang of loss when the memory came again. She'd walked away as
she'd done before, with one look back to him. But now, feeling his absence rankle in her
depths, she couldn't stand his withdraw. There'd been something that could've happened that
didn't, and she'd felt slighted somehow. Angry that his indecision had gone so far again. Why
did it have to bother her so? 
      She groaned inwardly, the spires of her own emotions all too sharp. There must be
something she could do. There was. 
      She sprang to her feet, the conversation about her stopping abruptly. All eyes were on
her as she stalked out of the room, leaving her bag behind, alone on her desk. 


      Kyousuke had woken to the morning with a throbbing foot, and a head-ache that
refused to go away. He'd been more than kind to his foot when he got home. Had wrapped it
and cared for it, not forgetting Manami's ice packs, and aspirin. But still, the thing had swollen
up to the size of a soccer ball, and about as rounded. 
      But that wasn't the worst of it. The constant pain that shunted through his body from
his abused toe was a reminder of what he'd done the day before. The dream he'd had had
been so vivid, so lifelike. But how could he have been willing to sacrifice everything that he
and Ayukawa had -not to mention Hikaru- for a silly dream? 
      But things often turned out this way, he groaned as he pushed his abused foot over the
side of the bed: Every time I have a dream. 
      He stood up, limping to the door slowly and opened it. The house was so empty it's
silence almost frightened him. It's quality uneasy somehow. Probably, he mused, because
there was always so much happening in the Kasuga household that it didn't seem like home
without at least one "Kyaaa!" every five minutes. 
      True enough, his family was prone to crises, and he as well. So, even if this respite was
calming, in a way, it held its own strangeness. An unrealistic quality that edged at his nerves.
Maybe, he thought absently: I'm dreaming again. 
      He groaned at the thought. Even though real enough. Too real, he mused. Dreams
often meant that he'd have a horrid day trying to figure out what they'd meant. He glanced
down to his foot sourly at the thought. 
      "It's all your fault, you know." he grunted at the swollen ball strapped to his foot.
"Home alone with nothing to do. Even Otoosan is out of the house today." and stared back
and forth down the hall. 
      The hushed whirr of the refrigerator brought him back to his errand. He limped out of
the doorway and tentatively stepped down the hall. He could have just used the power, but,
after yesterday, he'd not been able to. He'd strained himself too much, and had to have time
to recuperate. He could have even healed himself. Brought down the swelling with some
abstract mental pressure. But even that little was beyond him. And so, Kurumi and Manami
had left him behind. 
      He sighed, resting at the entrance to the living room. Even a little help would have been
nice. After all, he was injured. In pain, even! What was so important about one day of
school? 
      He limped forward, resting his weight against the couch, then the end table as he made
his way to the kitchen. Within two feet of the thing, the doorbell rang. "Che." he cursed
softly, turning about as the bell struck again. "Chotto! Matteo!!" he bellowed angrily, and
started making his way to the front entrance. Who could it be at this hour? Had otoosan
forgotten his keys again? The man was as absentminded as Kurumi sometimes! 
      He limped down the hall and stepped to the door, pulling it open furiously. "Nanda!?!"
and stood, struck by what he saw. "A... Ayukawa." 
      Madoka stood in the doorway, looking down Kasuga's bandaged foot. She hadn't
meant to do that kind of damage! "Do... Doomo. Gomen nasai. I just..." but she couldn't,
looking to him, the wonder in his eyes. She caught herself firmly before the mood pressed her
into saying something she oughtn't, "I just came by to see why you didn't show up for
school." and glared at him haughtily. 
      "Ah! Hahaha!" he chuckled nervously, hiding a hand behind his head. "I.... uh..." 
      "Iiyo.." she interjected. "What kind of man are you? Letting a little thing like that bother
you?" and swore under her breath as she watched him crumble. She hadn't meant to be that
cruel. "Well, since I'm here," she said, forcing her way through the door. "I might as well get
you back on your feet, so to speak." and closed it behind her. "Now. Back to bed!" 
      "But... I'm okay, really." he nodded, then crumpled under her glare. "Haaai." and
shambled, half limping to the living room with her following behind him. 
      She felt a disordered stab of pain as she watched him struggle against the pain in his
limb, and berated herself again for the foolish act, and the foolish words. There was no way
on earth that he would ever tell her how much it actually did hurt. No matter how much she
wanted him to now, what she'd said earlier held his mind. That, she knew all too well. 
      She sighed at the thought, letting her bones become heavy, and drooped about herself,
then checked herself quickly when he looked back to her with sallow eyes. 
      She smiled for him. A quick, soft smile, and pulled his arm around her shoulders. "Let's
get you to the couch." 
      "Ee?" Kyousuke mumbled, caught unawares by her forwardness. But... then berated
himself firmly: She's just helping you, you dolt! Don't make it into anything it isn't. Not after
yesterday. 
      But the look of her eyes, the set of her forehead as she helped him into the living room,
and onto the couch. She looked as if, in some way, she felt it to. The heat between them. His
eyes caught hers as she shrugged him onto the couch, and leaned him backward gently. The
soft, almost tangible gaze illuminated her bright, pleasant expression. "Utsukushi..." he
mumbled, caught in the rapture of her body so near his. 
      "Ee?" she queried, caught unawares. Then, as if catching her breath, she pulled herself
back. That moment... she'd felt... But why? What did...? "I'll..." she mumbled out, both of
them blushing redly. "I'll get you something to eat." and took off for the kitchen without
looking back. He'd been so close, she mused. She could've... Would've... 
      She staggered in a breath as she felt the hot spires of passion thunder through her body.
Did he really say..? she fumbled silently, then clenched and shook herself firmly. No, he
couldn't have. 
      She pushed a foot forward, and stalked into the kitchen, keeping her mind dutifully
turned away from the flash of fire that she'd felt. She was just helping him. That was all. 
      Kyousuke looked to he back as she disappeared out of sight. How stupid could he have
been? he raged to himself: Letting my tongue slip like that? If she hadn't been mad already, he
was sure that she was now. With the way she was acting, he might never be able to patch
things. 
      But... he grabbed desperately at the couch as the thought came to his mind: She's here.
She must care. She wouldn't be here if she didn't. She must have been worried when I didn't
show up for school. 
      He smiled softly and peeked over the lip of the couch to her as she busied herself in the
kitchen. Her hair trailed down her back, accenting the smooth lines of her torso, and arms.
The well rounded curve of her waist, and long, refined legs. She must have been worried. 


      Hikaru rounded the corner, speeding toward Senpai and Madoka-san's classroom. She
clung to the huge, three tiered bento in her hands as she pushed the door aside. "Senpaaaai!"
she bellowed, then caught herself abruptly. He wasn't there. His desk was empty. And so was
Madoka-san's. 
      She pulled herself back into the thresh-hold, pulling the bento to her chest. Had they
gone to lunch without her? They'd been spending so much time together lately. Maybe Senpai
really did like Madoka-san better. Maybe... 
      "Ahh! Hikaru-chan!" Komatsu bellowed. "Is..." he queried, pushing a finger at the huge
bento. "Is that for Kasuga?" and screwed his face in mock anguish. "Ah! Would that a
woman do so much for me!" and sighed dramatically, pulling Hikaru out of her thoughts. 
      "Oh, Komatsu-kun. Have you seen Kasuga-senpai today?" her face stricken. 
      "Iiie. He hasn't been in all day." Komatsu said, then added, as if to himself. "Maybe
he's sick." 
      "Sick?" Hikaru repeated dumbly, looking for any sign of hope in the young man's eyes.
Yes! she thought: That must be it. He's just sick. That's all! "Hai! Wagata!" she smiled,
turning about in a dash. I'll have to go by his place after school to see if he's okay, she
decided, and rushed down the hall, nearly knocking over a crowd of students along the way.
"Gomenne!!" 
      "Was that Hikaru-chan?" Manami asked her sister as she caught her balance. 
      "Waa!" she cried, steadying herself. "I think so." Kurumi replied. 
      "Oi! Chotto, chotto!" Komatsu called, a school-bag in his hand as he ran down the hall.
"Hikaru-chan!!!" and stopped abruptly to catch his breath in front of the two sisters. 
      "Komatsu-kun?" Kurumi queried as Komatsu leaned back, righting himself, still huffing
for breath. 
      "Nani?" Manami continued, betraying her interest as she stared after Hikaru-chan,
rounding the last corner. 
      "Oh." Komatsu began, catching a breath. "I was going to give Hikaru-chan
Ayukawa-san's bag." he hefted the bag in front of him. "She left it this morning when she
stormed out." 
      "Oh, I can drop it by this afternoon." Manami interjected. "I have to talk to
Ayukawa-san anyway." 
      "Soo?" Kurumi queried her sister expectantly. Now, what would those two have to talk
about? 
      "Nandemonaio." Manami shrugged, and took the bag, then turned quickly. "Jya! I'll
drop it off right away!" There was just enough time, she thought as she glanced down at her
watch, to take care of what she had to. There'd been much too much distance growing
between the two, she thought: for my own comfort. 


      Madoka bent down at the foot of the couch, taking in the large bandage wrapped about
his foot. The sudden pang of guilt she'd felt before now came in full force as she peeled back
a layer, then another. The purple bruises scattered across the top of his foot told the tale of
the pain he must be going through. 
      She sighed to herself, pulling the last scraps of the bandage away. She could feel his
small wince through the padding of the couch. A lump in her throat grew as she reached out a
hand to the swollen limb, her ears registering a grunt. 
      She looked up to him, his eyes pulled tight as she pulled her hand back from his foot.
"Does... Does it hurt?" she queried softly. 
      "Maa, iio." he responded lightly, and gave her a smile that she felt was forced. 
      She grimaced at him, making her point clear before she said it. He shrank. Damn it! she
grumbled silently. Was it her fault that...? The question struck her like a brick. It was her
fault, she knew it. There was nothing she could do to escape from that fact. And he... he just
sat there. He didn't even... 
      She looked up to him, his eyes were still drawn down in his own shame. How could
she tell him what she'd come to? It just wasn't fair! Him sulking like this. "Listen..." she
called, grabbing his attention as her eyes snapped back to his foot. "I..." working her hands
nervously as she tired to force the words out. 
      He sat, stunned into waiting silence. Was she really going to apologize? he mused
mutely. He sprung up into a sitting position, "I... I'm all right. Really." 
      She picked her eyes up. The stress he'd so wanted to be relieved by his words was still
there, plaguing her features. What could he do? What had done? There must be something... 
      She shot up to her feet, standing firm as her eyes boiled holes right through him, "Fine."
and turned, throwing her hair back in one, wild wave of good-bye. 
      He could feel her tension. Could feel the pangs that he knew she felt. And somehow...
His hand shot out, clasping around her wrist in one swift catch. 
      She turned, her eyes on her wrist, and his there, around it. She looked to him. The soft
warmth in his eyes almost shocked her into silence. Her heart thudded deeply in her chest, it's
rhythm timing her steps as she moved toward him slowly, and bent down. The hot pressure
of her knees against the carpet thrilling her intensely. The world about her almost unreal as
she leaned forward, closing her eyes. 
      He stuttered, caught unawares by what he saw. "Ayukawa..." he voiced, not sure what
else to do. And before he could say anything more, her lips were to his, hungry, and needing
his touch. The heat of her skin sent vibrant bolts through him. The softness of her lips, with
their gentle, sweet taste, driving him almost mad with ecstasy. 
      She listed to the side, her arm coming upward to rest about his chest as she pushed him
back in their kiss. The warm electricity in his arms gave new meaning to bliss as she felt him
give slightly, laying down beneath her. Her breasts heaved in, then out, desperately yearning
for air, yet never enough. Her head began to spin as she felt his hand flat on her back, an
uneasy awkwardness at his kiss turned her legs to jelly, and her stomach to fire. 
      She pushed herself up, onto the couch, being careful of his injury, and laid herself
down atop him. The soft mounds of her breasts crushed against his heaving chest, and at that
moment she knew. Knew that he'd felt it to. A giddy smile broadened her kiss in the
knowledge. Her lips, no longer tight with strain, opened to him fully. 
      The taste of his tongue in her mouth sent her mind caterwauling. Her body seemed light
as a feather, yet heavy, obscured, about her centre and breasts. His hands, as they'd come
upwards to massage her neck, spread heat at their touch, and then burning fire, emblazoned
by her own passion. 
      She pushed against the couch, the very centre of her being thrilling within the currents
of sexual energy that ebbed in her, pushing her body down --onto him. She winced at the
touch of his hand at her breast, caught by the virtual mass of sensations so new, then, with a
heavy, throated sigh, relaxed slowly to his grasp. The hot-chill of his palm about her
awakening the dormant beast within her. 
      She pulled a hand up, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his pajama's, then to
taste his skin. A red hot spike thrust upwards, through her spine as feelings, real, tangible,
though alien, rushed about her, and in her. 'Daijo buyo.' she heard a voice call from within'
her. The rich tones, full and unabridged startled her only for a moment. 'Hai... Bokua no...
ai....' 
      "Kasuga..." she responded, her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the voice.
The throaty timbre of his passions straining his words. Her eyes darted to his, but the link was
lost. She could see it in his eyes. The heat, the comfort. All that she'd had within' that one
moment. Could it be? she cried silently. "Is it real?" her voice occluded by the heat of her
gasps. 
      He leaned upwards to her, planting his mouth to hers, and with that, answered, his
body pressing firmly in welcome. 'Hai..' she felt through the link in her mind, and relaxed.
The soothing heat of the mental connection returning. 
      She felt, rather than commanded her hands, touching him, feeling the depth of his
body, all about her. And his. The slow burn of sensations, new, vibrant, and as yet
unrevealed thrilled her to the core. Her lips pleaded, the longing inside her growing with each
moment as she felt her bra give to his ministrations, the white hot chill of his fingertips as they
slid across the mound of her bosom, to the tip. The very pinnacle of her breast. She moaned
wildly, her voice drowned out as she uttered softly, "Kyousuke..." and occluded his return,
'Anata.' 
      The sensations, real, unfettered, drove into her. Her body responding of its own as she
pulled his shirt wide, and he, with gentle, yet urgent caresses, lifted hers over her head. 


      Manami stumbled against the wall, her breath hot as she expelled it. There was
something going on. She hadn't ran that far. Why was she breathing so heavily? Her mind
filled with unexpected emotions, her body heated to the core, she mumbled, "Oniichan..." too
quietly to hear. "Oniichan tara..." 
      She stood, struck by what she felt, what she heard in her mind as the words came,
'Kyousuke...' then again, 'Anata'. She scrambled to make some sense of it. Some sense of the
heat in her loins, and the fire in her mind. The words, she bellowed in her mind: The words! 
      She threw her mind back as the heat crept through her body, sending vibrant, lusty
shoots through her spine. "Oniichan's voice..." she mumbled, only half aware of the crowd
that passed by in the hall. "Demo....." 
      The image of Hikaru, running down the hall caught her instantly. The sounds, feelings
that rushed through her all too pointed now as she saw, in her mind, the scene. Hikaru and
Kyousuke. Together. Alone. In bed. 
      She sprung up from the hall, her brain kicking into gear as she began to run, run to the
end of her strength. "Noooo!" and flashed out around the corner. The concrete that had sat
below her sizzling and popping with the heat of her transfer. 


      Madoka stopped abruptly, the vibrant heat gone from her body as if sliced to the core
with the dagger of a scream. She could feel his hands on her, feel his heat, his emotions, but
something, something deep, propelled her away. Her body had turned cold, unresponsive as
she shot up, holding her hands about her breasts as she looked about the room, desperately
seeking her clothing. "Gomen!" she cried, and sprung away from him, grappling at her shirt,
and pulling it to her naked chest. 
      "Ma...Matte!!" he screamed at her back as he shot up, out of the couch, his hand
reaching out to her. A pain filled his body. Violent and unfettered as it seeped up, through his
spine. He fell, his shoulder bouncing off the carpet as he saw her run through the door. The
pain almost too great. And, as if in one moment, he curled inwardly. Why? he asked: WHY?!
His own self disgust too great to battle as the pangs of his loss began to eat at him. 


      Manami phased in at the door to the apartment, her mind caught in the fury of what
would happen from this one engagement. If oniichan were to bed Hikaru, there would be no
hope for her own plans. The plans that she'd laid for Ayukawa-san. The plans she knew he
needed. 
      It had been all too obvious. He loved her. And Manami could see it in her eyes every
time they shared a glance. But if... her mind trailed away, keeping the thought guarded from
her. She must stop them! 
      She flung the door open, her body set, ready to run into the house, screaming if
necessary when she caught herself. Madoka screamed by her in a run, her naked chest
half-covered by the top of her uniform, thrown about her in transit. "Gomen ne!" she
bellowed, the sparkle of tears, one, then two, drifted from her eyes on the breeze. 
      Manami, struck by the sight, fell into herself. But... she mused awkwardly. She'd been
so certain! So positive!! 
      The world crowded around her as she slithered down the wall outside the Kasuga
apartment. She'd made a grave mistake. One that she knew was only her. One that she could
have avoided. How could she be such a fool?! 


      Madoka slowed to a run at the entrance to the apartment building, wiping at the tears
from her eyes. She'd been a fool, to be sure. To think that there was even a modicum of
happiness for her in his arms. 
      She crumpled inwardly at the thought. An icy stab of pain rippled through her body a
the remembrance of their wild heat. But, something had stopped her. Stopped her from
making that mistake. For if she'd been there, feeling him, touching him, and all his splendor,
then she would lose more than a friend. She would lose herself in him. 
      But even now, his arms were so inviting. So wanton, and welcome that she almost
wanted, almost needed, with more desperation that she'd ever felt, to go to his arms, and feel
them enfold her. Feel them keep her. 
      His touch had been so intimate. So real inside and out. How could she ever think....
But no, she thought firmly: It is not for me. 
      And with that thought, she stumbled to a stop and sat down firmly on the bench that
lined the park. Her world was crashing down, swallowing her up in the mass of fear, and
desperate need. She couldn't face him again. No matter how much, she couldn't see his
warm, soft eyes, and not want the heat of his touch, once felt, and always missed. 
      She sobbed softly. Crying, alone in a world where she'd no right to be. Caught in the
desperate fear of her own loneliness. 


      Thanks for reading, and I do hope you enjoyed it. Please look for other titles available
from Fifth Way, as well as the rest of this continueing series!

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Something In Your Eyes - KOR Finale' 

Side Tails - KOR Lemon 

Aggressiveness Kyousuke! The Wild Frying Pan Experience! - KOR Lemon 

Wish You Were Here - KOR Episode 

To Be A Star - KOR Episode 

Not So Much Troubled - KOR Episode in ancient times 

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