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Casual Lunacy, Chapter 4

Chapter Four: The Moon Is Alive

Love Live, NicoMaki main pair, nearly 4K, 4/?

TRUE HORROR

Nico stared at the stage in disbelief. Next to her, Nozomi clutched Nico’s bicep so hard Nico felt like her skin might burst. Yuu Kashima, the dark haired darling of the theatre department, followed around campus by hordes of fans, truly extraordinary in such nuanced roles as Hamlet, Cyrano de Bergerac, Gary Lejeune and Faustus had just sung a note so low, flat and loud that Nico found herself believing that the sound ignored the curvature of the earth and pummelled its way through urban architecture until it fell off the edge of an alternate earth as flat as it was.

“Oh my gods,” Nico hissed at Nozomi as she pried the other woman’s fingers off her arm, “That’s why Kashima’s never auditioned for Waa-Mu.” Or any other musical, Nico added to herself.

“So why’s she on stage now?” Nozomi whispered.

“Looks the part?” Nico glanced up and caught a pair of piercing green eyes turned in her direction, attracted by the conversation. “Definitely tall and charismatic. And skinny androgynous pale enough to read only gets calories from blood? Those cheekbones…”

‘Hmmmmm…” Nozomi only had the attention for a speculative noise since the blonde econ genius dance goddess had just walked down the theatre aisle.

Nico ripped through the pages of her script and found the ‘Trance’ duet. Nico knew she was talented but there was no one cute and talented enough to sound good singing with a partner who continued to crash through a warm up like Kashima was crashing through hers. Or like Godzilla crashed through Tokyo. Nico saw the rehearsal pianist wince. Complete sympathy there. This wouldn’t do. Not even glancing at Nozomi, Nico bounced up to the stage, her cutest smile bright.

Kashima stopped singing – blessing there, Nico realized. The entire theatre seemed to sigh in relief.

“Nico Nico Ni,” Nico dialed up her own charisma, fluttering her eyelashes, flashing her standard greeting with both hands at her temples. “Nico has never gotten to work with Kashima before.” Nico’s hand hand dropped to skim Kashima’s sleeve, and the much taller woman smiled, the angles of her face chiseled like a marble Apollo. Damn, Nico thought, they’d look good together onstage too…but that voice.

“Nico?” Kashima asked, her speaking voice as high as her singing, a discord with the masculine dress and presentation.

“Nico Yazawa. I’m playing Mina Murray.” Nico took a deep breath, “We have the ‘Trance’ duet together.” The pianist sniggered. Nico’s foot twitched.

“Oh, Nico.” Recognition. Kashima’s smile got sharper and her voice dropped an octave, as she leaned in, “You would definitely draw Dracula’s attention, very biteable.”

Oh my gods, Nico thought, how could Kashima say that with a straight face. And judging by the reaction of the students in the front row, her singing voice didn’t affect the likelihood of any of the weak minded swooning over very questionable pickup lines. Nico shook her head, drawing her hand coyly up to her mouth. “Mina isn’t easy prey.” Neither was Nico.

Kashima flickered the fingers of her left hand in the air, open French cuff on her shirt sliding back and forth with the movement, “And yet, Dracula hypnotises you.”

Nico decided to change the subject before she got annoyed. “Maybe Nico could help…” Kashima’s face fell and she suddenly had a hunted aura. Perhaps she knew how bad she was. Nico quickly adjusted her approach, “Maybe we could rehearse together and Nico could give you a few tips.”

Kashima perked up. If she’d been a dog her tail would have wagged, Nico decided, and groaned. Why was she seeing dog behavioral tics in everyone now? One cute four legged redhead and suddenly Nico’s a dog person. No, Nico was not that easy.

“Oh good, you’re here, Yazawa.” The grad student in charge of musical rehearsals, Billie Suara, jumped up onto the stage. “Let’s give Kashima a rest and go through your solo.”

Maki was bored. She’d crashed in Rin and Hanayo’s room after classes and pretended to look over her research for a paper in CogPysch, but really she was considering whether she wanted to wander down to the Cup o’ as Nico had suggested yesterday. Bored led to restless which led to…

Rin. “Let’s go play”

“Sure.” Maki’s wasn’t surprised at her answer, although Rin was. Hanayo glanced up from her computer, considering. “Do you mind, Hanayo?”

“No. Do you care if I stay here? I’m developing a survey for my stats class.”

Rin hugged her, “We’ll be fine, Kayochin. Nobody pays attention to us on the Lakefill.”

“Be careful, Rin.” Hanayo frowned over her glasses. Maki thought her friend had gotten the same ‘take care of werewolves’ gene her own mother had. The gentle notes of warning reverberated the same.

Rin transformed immediately, clothes falling off her body, Maki stepped behind Rin’s closet curtain for privacy as Hanayo leaned in closer, watching Rin, transfixed.

Hanayo walked them out of the lobby and said she’d come down again in about an hour. Rin barked happily and tore off into the center of the Lakefill, daring Maki to catch her. Ha, Maki thought, easy. Rin might be fast, but she always checked back to see if Maki was following. Which Maki started to do when musk peach vanilla magic Nico caught her nose and she veered south. Maki heard a yelp behind and then a forlorn howl; Rin had noticed. Maki was sensing another smell near Nico, female overlayered by the woody, cinnamon notes of a strong cologne. Her pace picked up. Rin howled again.

Nico was in the arms of the taller female, who loomed over her, mouth open, staring at Nico’s neck, leaning in with a sneer. Maki charged, launching herself between them when she got within three body lengths of Nico. The other woman fell with a high scream, Maki’s weight half burying them both in a snowbank, Maki’s snout right in her face as the wolf growled, teeth visible. Nico was sprawled across Maki’s back and wrapped her arms around Maki’s neck, trying to pull her back. “Princess.” Nico’s voice was a barricade, free of surprise, full of command. Maki was impressed. But she kept snarling at the woman she had pinned as Nico knelt next to her, “Princess. Nico is fine. Nico is…” Nico inhaled, then snapped “Look at me.”

Maki whipped her head around, Nico’s ruby eyes were concerned. Not afraid. Maki snuffled Nico. Not afraid, unlike the other woman. Who was afraid of Maki. Good. But Nico didn’t like this. And she was shivering. Bad. Maki dropped her head. Nico rubbed affectionately around her ears again, “Nico is glad to see such a pretty girl again, but please let my friend up.”

Maki whined, but stepped back, and leaned into Nico’s petting, “That’s good, Princess.” Nico rose, “Stay.”

Maki sat, curious. Nico helped the other woman stand, “Sorry, Kashima, Princess is a little protective of me.”

The other woman brushed off her shirt, which had come untucked and no longer gleamed under her open jacket. Maki nodded, pleased at the disarray she’d caused while the other woman wondered, “Is she your dog?”

Nico glanced at Maki, who pushed her head into Nico’s side again, rather than make eye contact. “Nico was never really a dog person.” She laughed, “Nico also never knew they came this pretty.” Nico knelt again, taking Princess’s head in her hands and forcing Maki to make eye contact, “nearly lavender this time,” Nico said to herself, then spoke slowly, “Princess, this is Kashima.We were rehearsing. She has to play Dracula.” Nico wondered briefly if she was insane explaining this all to a dog, but as Princess was currently paying more attention than Kashima, who was busy winking at a giggling girl in a sorority jacket, Nico continued. “Not someone you tackle.”

Maki whined.

“Pet her and make friends, Kashima.” Nico ordered, keeping her hold on the wolf.

Kashima took a step back at the same time that Maki snarled. Guess that wasn’t the best idea, Nico decided.

“Okay, new plan.” Nico announced, stretching her cramping legs, “I’ll see you at rehearsal, Kashima. Try those exercises I showed you.”

“Thanks, Nico,” Kashima ran off in pursuit of the giggler.

Nico crossed her arms over her chest and glanced down at the wolf. “What am I going to do with you?”

Maki butted into Nico again, playful. Nico laughed, “Let’s see if we can find who actually owns you before Nico has to go to work. Maybe she’s as cute as you are.” Maki ran a few steps forward, then paused, looking back over her shoulder and sticking out her tongue.

“Nico is usually the one being chased, you know.” Maki barked and ran forward again. Nico caught up and put a hand on her back, “Take me home, Princess.”

Maki wondered what would happen if she did.

“Nico Nico Ni!” The ringtone Nico had created for Nozomi’s phone drew the attention of most of the people left in the rehearsal space. The ones who knew Nico sniggered in Nozomi’s direction, probably thinking they were dating. But no, Nozomi was Nico’s product tester. If Nico had a promotional idea, she tried it out on either Nozomi or her roommate first. But Umi always refused to let Nico anywhere her phone, while Nozomi had been distracted enough by a Tarot reading one recent afternoon that Nico just lifted it out of her pocket, went into the nearest bathroom to record and returned it to Nozomi’s pocket. Nozomi hadn’t realized what Nico had done until Nico had texted her for her reaction later that night.

Nico: Can’t meet for dinner. Princess found me again; have to return her to SOMEONE （　･`ー･´） +

Nozo: Princess?

Nico: The cute redhead Nico’s been mentioning, the four legged one?

Nozomi considered Nico’s statement for a minute. Was she serious about there being a dog or was she just trying to keep the existence of an actual cute two legged redhead from Nozomi. Because Nico should realize by now that never works.

Nozo: Lunch tomorrow?

Nico: (o^-’)b ᕕ( ◎_◎)ᕗ ε=(｡ﾉ･ω･)ﾉ

Nozomi pulled out her well worn Tarot deck and sat with her back against the front of the stage. Two of the three Sisters were waiting for the third, as was Nozomi, but Nico’s recent actions puzzled her. She dealt three cards out. Eight of Pentacles. Hard work, improving in your craft, very Nico, past and present. Knight of Cups, flipped, someone moody, but genuine and loyal, so let emotions move forward. In the present position too. Nozomi stared at the card, could work for a dog, she supposed. Five of Swords, flipped. Let go of past frustrations, move on.

Not the clearest reading ever, but Nico was obviously on the brink of some change if she would open up and accept it…then Nozomi was distracted by a new sensation as she pulled out another card, someone was watching. She placed the Ace of Pentacles down and glanced up. Serious blue eyes followed her hand, examining the card.

Ah, a strong signal Nico-chi was on the verge of establishing her foundation for future success and tying together all her efforts, current and to come. Maybe the actress was right and Fangs was the opportunity she’d been waiting for. And here, standing next to her, was the opportunity Nozomi had been waiting for.

Nozomi waved her hands over the spread of cards, “I’m doing a reading about a friend. I’m worried about her.”

Eli nodded, “You just looked so…rapt.” There was a puzzled smile.

Nozomi swept up her cards and made them disappear and watched as Eli’s eyes searched to see where she’d stashed them, “ Nico-chi is on the verge of a big change. I think this play will be a decisive part of it.” Nozomi extended a hand, “I’m Nozomi Tojo. We have Economics of Gender together.”

The blonde took her hand with a firm grip, “Eli Ayase.”

“I can do a reading for you…” as Eli started to pull back, Nozomi flipped her hand over, and traced a finger across Eli’s palm, “Or do you prefer other forms of divination?”

Eli gulped and swallowed, “Uhhh no, I’ve never…tried anything like that before.”

“Not even a fortune cookie?” Nozomi continued to draw lines across Eli’s palm, enjoying the other woman’s attempts not to squirm, “Or a magic 8-ball?” She released the hand with a wink.

Eli rubbed her hand, Nozomi noticing a slight shiver, “I threw a coin in a fountain in Italy once.” Eli offered.

“What did you wish for?” Nozomi asked, surprised to see the other woman blush slightly.

ZZZZZZZKKKKKKKZZZZZZZZZKKKKKKKKZZZZZZZZZZKKKKKKKKKKZZZZZZZZ

A screamingly loud electronic noise pierced Nozomi’s skull, the lights exploded, and she heard Eli scream in the darkness and then she felt arms around her torso, someone breathing heavily into the back of her neck.

“Eli?”

“Just don’t leave me alone.” Eli whispered, terrified.

Nozomi was trying to remember if she’d ever wished the smart, sexy blonde of her dreams would be wrapped around her in need of comfort while the practical part of her mind was struggling with the best way to help Eli. She had a flashlight but her bag was out of reach and Eli seemed locked in place.

“Eli?”

“Uh huh?” Eli sounded worried.

“You don’t have to let go of me, but if we take a few steps forward, I can get my flashlight out of my bag.” Everyone else had started chattering, someone had run off to the backstage circuit breaker but from the profanity Nozomi could hear, they were having no luck with the cause. Nozomi wondered if the rest of the campus were dark.

Nozomi felt Eli nod into her shoulder. They took three steps forward together, Nozomi pulled her flashlight out. When she clicked it on, Eli let go.

“Sorry.” the blonde muttered.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Nozomi held the flashlight between both of them. “I’m just glad I was here to help you.”

Eli, face ethereally gorgeous in the low light, looked up at Nozomi, almost expectant. Nozomi decided to take a leap without seeking guidance from the cards for once, “My friend just stood me up for a dog and I was on my way to dinner. Want to join me? Our latest assignment really irked me and I’d love to rant about it.”

Eli put her hands in her pockets, then glanced up at the dark stage, “I have rehearsal.”

Nozomi grabbed Eli’s hand again, it was now warm, a little sweaty. She pulled her up the aisle. “I bet they don’t miss you in the dark.”

Eli laughed, “You’re probably right. I know a nice little Russian place where we can rant as late as we want.”

“Sounds perfect.”

THIRSTY FOR….

Nico. Coffee. Not wolf. Maki paced. She’d led Nico to Hanayo and Rin, watched an ecstatic Rin jump and drool all over a friendly Nico, heard Hanayo stumble over the ownership question again, recovered her clothes, had a huge fight with Rin over Rin NOT visiting the coffee shop and stormed off to the music building, hoping to find an unused piano. She did run into one of her teachers, who let her use the upright in her office. Which calmed Maki down. But now the nerves and the tension was back. Maki fidgeted with Nico’s scarf, wrapped tightly around her wrist since that night, usually hidden under the cuff of her sweater.

Maki was outside, on the steps of the Crown Center, debating crossing the street into downtown Evanston. Cup o’ was about a quarter mile away so even in human form, Maki could smell and hear Nico when the door opened. The moon was waxing, not bright enough to be completely compelling, but its tug still a seductive crack in the facade of reason Maki liked to wrap around her impulses. Maki rolled her shoulders, sniffing the air, so many draws, so much information to pull in. She visualized the cold air and the clear moonlight as a corridor, buzzing with potential and vitality, ruby eyes and dark hair swirling in a silver cloud of sparks, reactions to the things Maki could not yet know. Eyes half green, quickened by the randomness she was about to trigger, she raised her head to howl, then ran down the stairs, aiming for Nico and whatever came next.

Nico looked up when the chime nearly bounced off the wall. Maki, serious sweater, coffee black, glorious eyes. Nico added loud entrances to the mental list and smiled to reassure the very shy engineering student, Irish breakfast tea, hot, honey shoved into one of the two booths that everything was all right. The Comp Lit TA at the counter, always flirty, espresso or Turkish coffee, little sugar, depends on the night, spent what Nico registered as too much time checking out Maki so Nico glared and slammed a metal pot into the sink and he jumped, nearly falling back off his stool. Nico raised her eyebrows at him and he put up a hand in surrender. Maki stared at them during the exchange, not understanding.

“Hey, serious sweater, glad you decided to come in and have Nico teach you about the arts.” Nico announced as Maki approached the counter, “But does Nico have to teach you how to wear a coat? It’s 12 degrees outside.”

Maki grinned, fangs prominent, amused by another temperature update from Nico. And when Nico frowned in his direction, Mr. CompLit suddenly got reinterested in his book of poetry.

“Ignore him.” Nico ordered. “He’s translating Neruda. It makes him thirsty.”

Maki shrugged, sitting on the other side of the counter, wondering if Nico was going to get him something else to drink. Nico watched the redhead for a minute, saw nothing register, knocked on the counter next to Mr. Comp Lit and when he looked up, she pointed in Maki’s direction and they both shrugged.

“Under her skin the moon is alive.” he intoned, his spare smile wry.

“Don’t I know it.” Nico dug out the copper pot used for Turkish coffee. She might drink a few cups herself tonight.

“Hello? Customer here.” Maki was genuinely puzzled at the interaction, but then Nico winked and Maki felt herself blushing, so she grabbed a menu, which Nico took out of her hands immediately.

“You are getting a coffee,” Nico peered closely into Maki’s eyes for the ten seconds before Maki looked away, “Probably decaf. Have you been running?”

“Walking fast.” Maki hesitated, wondering why Nico was scrutinizing her. “It’s how I stay warm.”

“Right.” Nico poured Maki a mug of whatever was on tap tonight, it had fewer caramel undertones than the last one and more tobacco. Maki sneered. Nico took the cup away.

“Hey.” Maki grumbled.

��You didn’t like it. I’m making Turkish coffee, with only a little sugar in it. You’ll enjoy that more, if you can wait.” Nico kept most of her attention on the pot she was heating, but smiled at Maki.

Maki nodded and watched as Nico started to stir.

Mr. Comp Lit, translating Neruda, Turkish coffee tonight had left. Maki was sitting at the counter, pushing her demitasse cup around with her left hand, not making eye contact with Nico. Nico was used to people who returned to the shop and became regulars to talk to her, sometimes even flirt, but Maki was just sitting there, staring out the front window, seemingly caught by the sight of the waxing moon lighting the sky. She pushed up her sleeve, restless. Nico wondered if she was getting overheated.

Then Nico noticed the fabric wrapped around Maki’s right wrist, familiar, the pink silk scarf Kotori had given Nico, with scattered petals that matched her eyes.

“Are you Princess’s owner?” Nico blurted.

Maki jumped, knocking over her cup, “w..what?”

“Princess, big red and cream wolf looking dog. She was wearing that scarf, “ Nico fingered the fabric, Maki’s wrist in her grasp “a day ago. Are you her owner? What’s her actual name?”

“N…no, I found it…” Maki stuttered, pulling her hand back, not convincing Nico at all.

“What is with all of you? Do you know how irresponsible it is to let that dog wander loose? Are you hiding her in a dorm or something?” Nico threw up her hands in frustration.

“N…no….” Maki felt trapped. She wondered what would happen if she just bolted.

“Did you get that from Rin or Hanayo? Or Princess?” Nico leaned into the counter, confronting Maki, much like the first night they met. “Are you the mystery owner?” Nico was sounding and smelling angry and Maki felt nervous. Would nervous trigger a change? That would be so bad right now.

“She’s not exactly mine.” Maki decided that was a safe statement, one that she hoped would calm Nico down. The hairs on Maki’s neck were starting to thrum with kinetic energy, adrenaline surging, Nico’s anger overwhelming all of Maki’s senses. Maki opened her mouth in a panic and stupid ran out, “Maybe she’s yours.”

Nico stepped back, just staring at Maki, eyes unamused, voice dangerously controlled. “That makes as much sense as anything any of you say.” Nico moved Maki’s cup to the sink and started to clean up the spill, “Maybe if I whistle, she’ll come and we can ask her.” Nico started to purse her lips and Maki watched her own fingers reach out to interrupt the process, brushing across Nico’s lips.

“Don’t.” Maki nearly cried. What the hell was she doing. Why was Nico so…

“What is going on?” Nico asked, grabbing Maki’s fingers tightly in her own. Nico wondered if everyone was playing a joke on her or if something had happened to Princess. And why had the touch of Maki’s fingers tingled like green Thai curry?

Maki ripped the scarf off her wrist. She knew wearing it had been a bad idea. Her eyes were so open, so vulnerable, Nico wasn’t surprised to see tears gathering. “I’m sorry, Nico. Please don’t worry. I have to go.” Maki ran, only just remembering to open the door first.

Nico stared after the redhead, completely confused, still caught by the lure of pouting, pleading eyes. She raised the scarf to her nose, dog smell, mostly. No surprise there. Surprises and confusion everywhere else. For the only time ever, she almost wished she believed in Nozomi’s psychic ability and could get some answers.

A/N The Neruda poem is called Ode To A Naked Beauty. I ran across it fairly randomly and the line I lifted seemed to suit the werewolf concept I have in my head. Neruda is one of my favorite poets.I needed a Dracula and I wanted to make it a girl and I remembered Kashima from Monthly Girl’s Nozaki-kun. I don’t think you need to be familiar with Nozaki-kun to enjoy Nico and Maki’s interactions with Kashima, but that’s where she’s crossed over from.Hope you enjoyed this chapter and the return of Princess.

#nicomaki #love live #Casual Lunacy #fanfic #Yazawa Nico #Nishikino Maki #werewolf #coffee shop #theatre #nozoeli

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lonelypond · 7 years

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THE DANCE: LEAD ME TO I LOVE YOU, Chapter 2/2

Love Live, main pairing NicoMaki, 10.4K

Nico and Maki continue their dating dance, including another "Crisis at Intermission" for our favorite redhead. Scenes continue to be slotted between episodes of the 2nd season of the animation. Enjoy!

DISTRACTING

Nico was busy. Now Maki knew why Nico was busy. Which should make everything better. But Nico was still busy. And Nico’s Mom had not encouraged her to invite Maki over for dinner again while the business trip was still going on. And Maki might have pouted and Nico might have laughed and teased Maki about not being able to manage without seeing Nico and Maki had…

She glared down at the piano, trying to make her fingers pick out a tune, any tune. Or even touch the keys. Maybe a random note would trigger something. But no. To the phone again. She needed to leave it in her locker if she wanted to get anything done. Maki had closed herself in the music room on the pretense of working on her latest song, but what was mostly happening was rereading Nico text message streams while grumbling. And of course, now there was a new one.

N: Does Maki miss Nico (♡ >ω< ♡)

M: NO

N: (●´^｀●) Maki wants Nico to tell the truth but then Maki won’t ε＝（ﾉﾟдﾟ）ﾉ

M: I’m busy

N: You’re staring at your phone, pretending you don’t care (⌐■_■)

N: But cute (◕ᴥ◕)

Maki had the urge to throw her phone, but then…

M: Are you watching me?

N: (ʃƪ¬‿¬)

Maki got up from the piano and slid the music room door open, and there was Nico sitting on the side, smiling up at her. “Hey, Scriabin.”

“Don’t call me dead guy names.” Maki paused, eyebrow arched. “And how do you know who that is?”

Nico grabbed Maki’s hand and pulled herself to her feet. “Nico knows things. And I thought the term was composer.”

Maki shrugged, attempting a glare, but … they were alone, so she hugged Nico, briefly, with one arm, since Nico wouldn’t let go of her hand.

“Nico swoons.” And the smaller girl did, forcing Maki to break her fall. And then Nico kissed Maki on the cheek with a loud smack, and Maki instinctively stepped back, but her arms tightened around Nico and the the smaller girl was just dragged along with Maki’s motion.

“We could just wrestle.” Nico shook her head as she awkwardly unswooned. “Nico Ni is naturally graceful, as a Number One Super Idol should be, but Maki makes it difficult sometimes.”

Maki crossed her hands over her chest, refusing to acknowledge Nico. So Nico got behind her and shoved her toward the music room. “Grab your bag, you’re taking Nico out for fries. My mom got home early, so Nico has the afternoon free.”

“Really …” Maki tried to turn but Nico’s push caused them both to stumble across the sill. Nico hit the floor first, Maki on top of her. Nico was laughing so hard Maki was bouncing.

“Nico-chan.” Maki pushed up on her forearms, afraid she might hurt Nico.

“I ke … keep te … telling you, Maki-chan,” Nico was still laughing, “th … there are better ways to get close to the Number One Idol.”

Maki kissed Nico. On the lips. Her embarrassment meter had topped out. So might as well do what she’d been thinking about all afternoon. And thoroughly.

Nico stopped laughing. And Umi nearly fainted when she came in to check on Maki’s progress with the song.

NOT MODEL BEHAVIOR

Hanayo and Rin stared at Maki, who was looking after Nico, who had stormed off after practice, not even saying goodbye. Rin angled her head in Maki’s direction, trying to convince Hanayo to speak.

“Maki-chan?” Hanayo squeaked out.

“Hmmmmm.” Maki realized how tense she was and dropped her shoulders. “Is something wrong, Hanayo?”

“Do you know why Nico-chan is mad?” Hanayo stepped behind Rin as she spoke, grabbing the ginger-haired girl’s arm for support.

Maki glanced back to where Nico had been, as if she could still see her. “N … no. Did Eli or Nozomi say something?”

Rin jumped forward, finger pointing at Maki’s chest. “You said we couldn’t compete with models. So now Nico’s mad at you.”

“Why?” Maki’s voice skipped as she scowled. “I meant me … I don’t want Nico to … anyway, Nico’s not nearly ta …”

Rin grabbed Maki and pulled her head down so she could cover her mouth. “NEVER SAY THAT.”

Hanayo nodded seriously when Maki looked to her wide eyed as if to ask if Rin had lost her mind. “Nico-chan would hear you, no matter where she was.”

“Yeah, Maki-chan. You can’t go around saying other girls are better than your girlfriend.” Rin let Maki go.

“But they’re professionals, Nico-chan’s still in high school, and …” Maki kept going even as her two best friends looked more and more concerned.

“DON’T FINISH THAT THOUGHT,” Rin shouted.

“I’m going home,” announced Maki, who was now exasperated with everyone she knew.

Hanayo pulled on Maki’s arm, earnest. “Think about Nico. How would you feel if Nico said you couldn’t compete with models?’

Maki went pale. “But I didn’t say that.”

Rin shook her head. “But Nico might have heard that.”

Maki froze, recalling how dark Nico’s face had gone. She’d dismissed it as one of Nico’s quirky mood swings at the time, but …

“Oh no.”

Hanayo and Rin nodded earnestly. “You have to fix this, Maki-chan.”

“How?”

“What do you do when Nico’s mad at you?”

Maki blushed and shook her head.

Hanayo sighed. “Well, you know what works for you. Let’s go home, Rin.”

Rin thumped Maki on the back. “You can do this, Maki-chan.”

Maki remembered how dark Nico’s mood had been; a piece of perishable fruit wouldn’t fix this.

Phone. Text. Emoticon. Charm. That’s what Nico always did.

Nico got home, made sure her siblings were busy with homework and started cleaning her way through the kitchen. Maki … didn’t even care enough to know how upset she’d made Nico. Rin was probably slowly drawing her pictures now.

Cocoa ran into the kitchen. “ONEE-CHAN!”

The plates Nico had been neatly stacking nearly tilted back into the sink.

“What is it, Cocoa?”

Cocoa shoved Nico’s phone into her gut. “It’s Maki.”

“Did you answer my phone?” Nico glared at her sister, bouncing eagerly in front of her. Cocoa shook her head.

“Read the name. Are you going to call her? Are you mad at her? Is Maki going to come over?” Cocoa never stopped to breathe when excited.

“Go play with Cotarou.” Nico pointed Cocoa back to the living room and looked at her phone.

M: I’m sorry, Nico-chan (´･_･`)

Nico’s fingers flew across the screen: “Did Rin tell you what to apologize for?”

M: ﾍ(･_|

Nico laughed. Maki was using her own strategy against her. Two could play at that.

N: ( p_q)

The phone went off. Nico took the call.

“I wasn��t thinking about you, Nico-chan. It … I … was … it was me,” Maki admitted.

Nico snorted. “Maki-chan doesn’t have anything to be nervous about.”

“I do. You don’t,” Maki insisted. “Y … you’ve got so much confidence … and … yo … you … cute…”

Nico could see the blush happening in her mind, Maki blazing red and twirling her hair, and then glaring angrily when she would realize Nico was watching her.

“Well, you’re downright gorgeous,” Nico muttered, not realizing she’d said it out loud at first. She heard Maki gulp before the call ended. Nico shook her head. Still so easily embarrassed.

Maki didn’t drop the phone this time, but her hands were shaking a little, with her heart fluttering a lot more. A text popped up on the screen.

N: Meet me for lunch tomorrow. Bring fruit if you want b(~_^)d

Maki smiled. Then there was another.

N: Better practice (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و telling Nico how much prettier she’ll be than anyone else there

Maki started to type before Nico interrupted.

N: Except Maki-chan (✿ ♥‿♥)

Maki knew that Nico knew there was no way she could reply to that. It might take until lunch tomorrow for her agitation to calm. She could see Nico’s face in her mind, eyes agleam, smile sparkling, lips ...

I NEED YOUR ATTENTION

Maki was once again listening to a Korean pop star Nico was fond of; dating seemed to be a play-unexpected-songs-at-loud-volumes experience for the youngest Nishikino. Her mother was surprised, expecting Maki to turn to the piano more. The third repeat signalled time for another parental intervention. After all, one can only take hearing a breathy chorus of “Kiss My Lips” so many times ...

The elder Nishikino poked her head into the room. “Do you want tea, dear?” Maki grunted, not looking up from the brochures scattered on the table in front of her and the chair next to her. Her mother stepped into the room, curious. Wedding brochures. From the fashion show μ's had sung at the past weekend.

“Wedding dresses? Aren’t you a little young?”

Maki didn’t respond with the jump her mother expected, just a sigh. “Not wedding dresses, just dresses.”

“Oh.” Nishikino-sama was honestly relieved. As much as she liked Nico, Maki was still only 15. And there were many things to consider.

“Rin practically gleamed when she put on that dress, and when Hana …” now Maki jumped a little, suddenly realizing she was actually speaking to her mother, who looked far too interested. “N … n … never mind.” Maki dropped the brochure she was looking through, hand now free to twirl a red curl.

But that was enough of a clue for her mother, who put a hand out to restrain her daughter when she tried to get up. “Why don’t we look through these and see what you like, then we can go talk to my personal shopper.”

Maki shrugged.

“And then you and Nico can take our seats for the next symphony concert. We can have the car take you, you can eat dinner at a nice restaurant …”

Maki looked slightly interested. Nico seemed to like the ballet. She probably wouldn’t turn down a symphony date. It’s not like Maki had to buy the tickets either, the Nishikinos already had the seats, and Nico couldn’t complain about the restaurant either, they couldn’t wear fancy dresses to a fast food place. Well, they could, but maybe Nico’s pride would work in Maki’s favor for once ...

“Sure.”

“Good. Just ask Nico soon. The next concert is in ten days.” Her mother picked up a random brochure. “What do you like? Or do you want tea?”

Maki shook her head, still a little hesitant. But her mother knew more about fashion than she did … “S … something formal, black like a tuxedo but a dress, bows maybe?” Maki handed her mother one of the more worn brochures with a sleeveless, high necked white dress with bows cascading down the front on the cover.

“Nice choice for a formal occasion. I bet we could find something similar in a nonbridal color.”

“R … really?”

ORCHESTRAL MANEUVERS IN THE AFTERNOON

Nico watched Maki. Her girlfriend had been jumpier than usual this afternoon, although catching the light very well, amethyst eyes glowing whenever they caught Nico’s. But she seemed to be hiding behind Rin. Which took some doing. Rin appeared as puzzled as Nico, trying to turn around to see what Maki was up to. But then Maki stepped out, fiddling with her hat, heading toward …

“Nico-chi!” Nico felt Nozomi behind her and whirled to avoid the washi washi.

“What?”

“Did you get the homework?”

“Yeah, it’s in my bag. I’ll text the pages to you.” Nozomi nodded, and Nico turned back around. Maki now seemed to be hiding behind Hanayo. Nico was confused, but Maki smiled when she glanced in Nico’s direction so …

Today. Before rehearsal. Maki was going to ask Nico. She’d already made Rin and Hanayo promise not to drag her into any conversations. Nico was usually one of the first on the rooftop these days, in case Maki got there early too, so Maki had hope of catching her girlfriend alone. So she stepped out onto the roof boldly, only to freeze, one foot in the air when she saw Nico standing behind Umi, raising Umi’s hands to the other girl’s forehead.

“Embarrassment is your enemy, Umi-chan. Repetition is your friend. You have to practice gestures over and over until they become automatic, then your natural presence can come through.” Nico raised and lowered Umi’s hands, demonstrating, voice serious.

Maki watched Umi nod, intent on Nico’s every word. Maki stepped back into the hallway, letting the door slam behind her.

Maki had been awfully silent throughout rehearsal and yet stuck awfully close to Nico. Yesterday the redhead had also been on the quiet side, but glaring at Umi for some reason. Nico wondered if the latest song was causing stress between μ's songsters. But Umi had seemed herself yesterday, even in a good mood, taking in all of Nico’s posing and confidence tips and even voluntarily taking selfies with first years after rehearsal. Nico had seen them talking as she and Maki left the campus, and she’d complimented Umi on her smile. Come to think of it, Maki had been subdued then too.

“What’s up, Maki-chan?” Nico put her hands on Maki’s waist and spun the redhead.

“N … Nico-chan?!” Maki tried to step back, but Nico resisted, holding her in place.

“Are you and Umi having trouble with the music?”

Maki shook her head, reddening; Nico hugged Maki. “I’m sure my Maki-chan will write the best song ever.”

Maki was trembling, and Nico figured she’d pushed the redhead far enough and released her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Maki-chan. Text Nico when you get home! Nico Nico Ni!”

Nico bounded off the rooftop, and Maki collapsed, back against the fence. Asking Nico to the symphony in person wasn’t working at all. Maybe she should just text her.

THREE STRIKES …

Three days, three not exactly attempts, and every time Maki had thought about asking Nico to the symphony, something had happened, Nozomi interrupting or Nico helping Umi with “stage presence and confidence” or Nico just being Nico and Maki being incapable of boldness. Maybe Maki should get some help with confidence. Like Umi claimed to be. But not from Nico. Or Rin. Maki still had a “Rin will ruin my dating life” twitch. But there was Honoka. All confidence. Maki considered that. Of course, Honoka would probably just fist pump and tell her to “Go for it, Maki-chan.” Wouldn’t really be a help, but would be very Honoka.

Nico was wiping sweat off her face with a towel and about to go downstairs to change. Now or never, Maki thought, checking to make sure all the other μ's members had left the roof already. Did Nico shiver? The weather was getting colder. Maki touched Nico’s shoulder.

“Are you chilly, Nico-chan?”

“Oh, hi, Maki-chan.” Nico grinned at the sight of her girlfriend, warmer from the way Maki’s voice embraced her name. Maki’s mood swings had been even weirder than normal the past few days, so Nico was glad that the younger girl started a conversation. “No, Nico is just fine.” Then Nico tilted her head at Maki, considering something for a moment before throwing her arms around Maki’s torso. “But Nico wouldn’t mind sharing a little warmth with the cutest girl around.”

Nico threw out compliments so easily it was almost frustrating. Maki knew Nico meant them, but the occasional flood started to wear on her ability to listen and absorb. And then there was the problem of saying something in return. Fortunately Nico seemed to appreciate any efforts at all, even if it was choked and monosyllabic. In this situation, Maki settled for the nonverbal pulling Nico in and resting her nose in Nico’s silky hair. And things got calmer. Maybe she could ask Nico if she didn’t have to look at Nico.

“N … Ni ...”

“Want to go to the movies on Saturday, Maki-chan? Nico will buy popcorn.”

Maki stiffened. Of course Nico would ask her out at just the wrong time, for the date Maki had already made plans for. It was so like Nico to speed right in and take over everything, never giving Maki a chance to think, let alone get a sentence out.

“Maki-chan? Movie. Saturday?” Nico stepped back, watching the redhead carefully, trying to read signs for a clue as to Maki’s recent oddness.

Maki shook her head.

“Oh.” Nico tossed the towel over her shoulder, trying not to sound too disappointed. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“W … wait, Nico-chan.” Maki inhaled, sliding to block Nico’s exit. “I want to go to the symphony.”

Nico looked a bit taken aback, worry overshadowing her features before she recovered. “Oh, Maki-chan is used to …” Nico smiled. “Of course, Number One Idol Nico-chan will find a way to …”

“NO.” Shouting was not the way to do this, Maki knew, but everything was getting too ... Nico crossed her arms in front of her chest, brows lowered over her eyes, staring as she waited for the redhead to continue.

Before Nico’s eyes could flash dangerously, Maki raced through her plan. “My family already has seats, I bought a dress, Mama says we can take the car to dinner …”

Those glorious eyes pleaded. Nico dreaded that look, it left her no choice but to try to figure out a way to make what Maki wanted happen. The younger girl had bought a dress? Guess the fashion show had had an effect. Nico knew a few places to go thrift shopping, and she was the right size for designer samples that could work with a little bit of alteration. She didn’t really have time for it, but … Maki was forgetting to breathe again, that was never a good sign.

Nico sounded as brightly enthusiastic as she could while her brain plotted the route she would take on the way home to hit a few thrift shops. “Nico would love to go to the symphony with Maki-chan.”

Maki’s relieved smile was all the incentive Nico needed to make sure that the date was perfect for Maki.

OOPS

It had only taken three hours to prepare, not including travel time to and from the hairdresser. But Maki’s hair was now swept under the cute nearly a beret that had been the deciding factor in choosing the Yumo Koshimo dress … not as formal as Maki had originally wanted, but black and silver and beaded and kicky, with so many different textures. Maki twirled and watched the checked skirt catch the light. She grinned at herself in the mirror. Nico would love this.

She heard the click of a phone camera and turned to see her mother in the doorway. “You look beautiful, Maki. The driver is waiting.” Maki blushed and grabbed her purse as her mother kissed her cheek. “Have a good time, dear.”

“Thanks, Mama!”

Nico opened the door, about to shout over her shoulder at Cocoro, but the sight of Maki standing there, black hat slouched over a sparkling eye, black tulle peeking out from a silver and black checked skirt, legs … well, Nico glanced up quickly, only to stopped again by the black bunched fabric neck piece resting on … glance up again, Nico she ordered herself, to be met by a pair of now slightly worried amethyst eyes.

“Nico-chan?” Maki sounded timid.

Nico pulled herself together, closing her mouth, eyes on sparkle, deep breath, taking Maki’s free hand. “Maki-chan is the most beautiful girl in Tokyo tonight.” And Nico turned Maki’s hand over to brush a kiss lightly on the back of it. “And Super Idol Nico Ni is the luckiest.” Still in a half bow, she winked at Maki and raised the hand to blow a kiss toward the redhead’s lips. Maki seemed to try to be fighting off a blush, but that was a battle Nishikino Maki was never going to win.

Nico reached back to shut the door behind her, but found her two sisters staring. “Cocoro, Cocoa, I told you to get ready for bed.”

“But we want to see Maki-san,” Cocoa whined.

Maki patted Cocoa on the head. “Is your Mom away again, Nico-chan?”

Nico shook her head. “Just working late. The neighbor is going to check in on them for me.” Nico glared at her siblings. “But first, they have to stop staring at my beautiful girlfriend.” Nico watched Maki blush even deeper and chuckled, grabbing and hugging her siblings while simultaneously shoving them inside the apartment. “Lock the door, Cocoro, put on your pajamas and let Nomura-sama in when she knocks, okay?”

Cocoro nodded, “I know.”

“Good. Nico will tuck you in when she gets home.”

Nico shut the door, waited to test it to make sure Cocoro locked it behind her, then twirled. “Well, we know Maki’s gorgeous, but what about Nico?”

And Maki finally took a good look at her date, who had a dashing two-button black jacket closed over a bold red dress that seemed to bubble up energetically at the base of the skirt. And Nico was once again too tall, her feet in black heels and her hair twisted up into a bun, Maki thought she saw crystals glittering in it, but they didn’t capture her attention like the audacious glint in Nico’s eyes.

Maki nodded. Nico frowned. “Compliments are usually spoken out loud, Maki-chan.”

Maki nodded again. Nico laughed and took Maki’s arm. “Let’s get to the restaurant. Nico is hungry.”

Maki leaned down to whisper in Nico’s ear, “Nico is the prettiest girl in Tokyo tonight.”

Nico patted her arm. “Maki can think that. Nico won’t mind.”

Nico had looked over the program for the evening in advance. It included “Bugaku,” a piece commissioned from Mayuzumi Toshiro by George Balanchine. So she’d focused her research efforts on that, since she and Maki already had one ballet in common. It could be their thing. Plus, Nico was always more interested when music and dance were teamed, and while there wouldn’t be dancers on stage tonight, Nico could certainly imagine what might be happening from the descriptions she’d read of the ballet and what she’d seen of traditional gagaku. She’d even asked Umi for advice on what she should be looking up. Between that and finding the cutest Yukio Torii dress with its price slashed due to a minor flaw Maki would never see, Nico felt very prepared for her evening. She would just make sure to check the label on anything Maki bought at intermission and things should go well. Dinner had been excellent; Maki had chosen a French restaurant, and Nico had fallen in love with her dessert. And Nico had gotten Maki to forget her nerves by letting her describe her dress-shopping adventures with her mother. Nico had taken a few mental notes to discuss with Kotori when the next μ's costume brainstorming session happened. Everything was so black and white at the moment, surely μ's could lead a charge into bold colors. Black and white was for formal occasions and boring things, not cute girls and pop songs. Nico took a long glance at Maki, who was recovering from talking through dinner by watching traffic pass as they approached Suntory Hall. Tonight, her gorgeous girlfriend had somehow managed a “wow” mashup of cute and elegant. Maybe Nico would have to review her opinion about formalwear and cute girls. Nico once again caught herself following the lines of Maki’s outfit, noting every detail, every contrast of fabric against skin texture, while the redhead drifted in thought, relaxed in a posture of graceful ease that Nico wanted to memorize.

JUST SKIP INTERMISSION, MAKI

Maki had been for once in her life having trouble concentrating on music. She kept trying not to glance at Nico, to see if she could see how the pop of Nico’s collar had shifted, and how much attention Nico was paying and if the dark-haired girl was leaning forward, or sitting back or … Maki had to stop her train of thought so many times and force herself to interrupt the urge to fidget. Nico had nudged her slightly once, which had been enough for Maki to vault completely into self-conscious worry echoing where music appreciation should have thrived. Intermission was a longed-for opportunity to stretch her legs. They walked into the lobby together, Nico thoughtful.

“Can I get you something, Nico-chan,” Maki wondered, glancing around the lobby.

“Y …” Nico stopped herself and smiled at Maki. “No, thank you, Maki-chan. I’m still full from dessert.”

Maki nodded. Nico’s collar had shifted again, and Maki found herself focusing on how close it was to brushing Nico’s earlobe. Nico’s hair, swept up, exposed so much of her neck and profile, and Maki was all too aware of how much she was gawking. Nico didn’t seem to notice, but Maki was sure everyone else in the room was staring at her in her goofiness, or at Nico and how striking she looked in her outfit. Neither choice thrilled Maki. Nico had tucked her purse neatly under her arm and whispered near Maki’s ear, “I’ll be right back, Maki-chan. Don’t get lost.”

Maki nodded, watching Nico as she bounced merrily in the direction of the restrooms. Still only gawking, Nishikino, she chided herself, maybe now is the time to think of something intelligent to say. Now, what had the music sounded like … and the composer? What would Nico like to talk about? How did you go from idols to symphony? Was Nico actually enjoying herself?

“Nishikino-san!” Maki turned at the sound of her name, as did a few others who probably knew her parents. Kichida Jun, a fellow student of her piano teacher, waved and came over.

“Is your mother here, Nishikino-san? I haven’t seen in her in too long.”

“No, Mama stayed home. I’m here with a friend.” Maki looked around for Nico, but she hadn’t returned yet.

“Ah …” Kichida patted Maki’s arm. “Do you still play? I gave up lessons when I started studying for my college exams.”

“I still play, although I don’t take regular lessons. I’ve been composing …” Maki wondered how much she should say about μ's and if the other girl would find her interest in school idols queer.

Kichida took a step in, obviously impressed. “Sensei always said you were one of his most talented students, so I’m not surprised you’ve started composing. And so young.” Maki stood a little taller as the other girl smiled up at her. “So what do you think of this interpretation of Mayazumi’s work?”

Nico wondered if Maki had wandered off anywhere. Nope, red hair neatly arranged under a cute hat right where Nico left it. With another head next to it, dark hair, designer knit dress, saying something to Maki that was … Maki’s hand was reaching to tuck a tendril of hair behind her ear, so Nico decided to break in on the conversation.

The other girl was speaking. “I’m sure if you decided to compose something in the classical style, we would eventually be hearing you here. You should consider entering for the Toru Takemitsu Composition Award.”

“What award is this, Maki-chan,” Nico sidled up next to Maki, taking her arm.

“Oh, hi, Nico-chan. It’s not something you’d be interested in.” Maki nodded quickly at Nico, then returned to her conversation. “I was very impressed with last year’s piece. They start another three-year judging cycle this year, though.”

Maki’s new friend smiled at Nico, curious, but Maki was explaining something about the new judges and didn’t notice the awkward tension rising in her audience.

“Perhaps a Japanese composer will take first place again,” Kichida offered.

Nico had no idea what they were talking about. Maki hadn’t even bothered to introduce Nico to her too-friendly friend, and all the information Nico had looked up about Bugaku, Balanchine, Karinska and ballet was being wasted.

Maki rubbed her forearm. “I read somewhere that more international composers were entering, European and South America.”

“No serious North American contenders though, huh?”

Maki shrugged.

“Nico will leave Maki alone now,” Nico said with her sternest inflection, and directed her darkest glare in the oblivious redhead’s direction.

“Sure.” Maki kept her focus on the other girl. “North America doesn’t seem that competitive.”

Nico popped her lapels, turned on her heel, and marched toward the door. Maki. Silly, oblivious Maki. Just thinking about the redhead ignoring her drove each step into the ground with maximum force. Nico was surprised her steps weren’t echoing through the lobby.

Maki had just started to describe a student composition she’d heard at Carnegie Hall on her family’s last visit to New York City when Kichida put a hand on her shoulder. “Nishikino-san.”

“Yes.” Maki tensed a little at the unexpected contact.

“Your friend is leaving.”

“W … what.”

Kichida pointed, Maki whirled only to see Nico storm out the front of the hall. Maki rushed after her.

Nico had made it to the base of the stairs to the street level when Maki burst through the door.

“Nico-chan! Stop! Where are you going? The music’s about to start,” Maki shouted as she ran, nearly stumbling over a heel she wasn’t used to. Nico had stopped, arms crossed over her chest, eyes angry.

“Sit with your ‘friend,’” Nico snapped.

“But her seat’s not anywhere …”

“Good night, Maki.” That was a snarl.

Maki rushed to grab Nico’s arm before the smaller girl could accelerate away again. Maki did not want to race in her current shoes.

“Let go.” Nico’s whisper was a katana blade. Maki didn’t obey.

“What’s the matter, Nico-chan?”

Nico huffed, and shook Maki’s hand off. “I bet you didn’t notice Nico wasn’t there until your friend told you I was leaving, right?”

Maki ignored the truth in Nico’s statement. “Her name is Kichida Jun. We have the same piano teacher.”

Nico shrugged. “I would have known that if you’d bothered to introduce me. Or pay any attention to me at all.”

Maki frowned. “But we were talking about a classical composing competition. You don’t know anything …” Maki stopped cold as Nico suddenly loomed.

“Nico knows lots. Nico knows ‘Bugaku’ was commissioned by George Balanchine, who wanted gagaku done with western instruments for a ballet. Nico knows that Karinska designed a flower-petal tutu for the ‘Bugaku’ costumes that people are still talking about. Nico knows that Mayuzumi scored three other ballets and over a hundred movies.” Maki watched, fascinated, as Nico’s presence expanded with each fact that she threw out. Then Maki saw tears starting and reached out, but Nico skipped aside. How did she manage those heels, Maki wondered. “Number One Idols know how to prepare for dates with cute girls.” Nico’s whisper was now a flower-petal-lost-in-a-cold-wind whisper, “not that Maki would notice.”

And then Nico stomped up the stairs. Maki stood silent for a minute, thinking. Then she tore off her own heels and followed Nico.

“Nico-chan, please, stop. Let me talk.”

‘Why?’ Nico whirled, dangerous. Maki took a step back, hands out at waist height.

“Because I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry, Nico-chan.”

Nico waited, foot tapping.

“I should have been paying more attention to you.”

“And …”

Fast thinking. “I shouldn’t have assumed you wouldn’t be interested in the composing competitions.”

“And …”

Maki sighed, trying to fight her own surge of anger. “I don’t know, Nico-chan. I’m just sorry. About whatever you want me to be sorry about.”

“Ooh, the princess is getting an attitude. Your patience for Nico is running out. Maybe you have more for your simpering friend.” Nico’s lips curled as if she’d tasted something sour.

“She wasn’t simpering, and she’s not my friend.”

“Neither is Nico.” Nico’s hands crossed over her chest.

“No.” Maki voice sharpened and suddenly she felt like she was the one looming, but Nico stayed solid, not phased at all. Maki ran a hand through the back of her hair, nearly dislodging the hat. “Nico-chan is my date. My girlfriend. And I was very, very wrong. And I’m very, very sorry. And we are never going to anything with an intermission again.” Maki dropped to the steps, pulling her knees in, forming a protective huddle. There was silence. Maki couldn’t tell if Nico was still there or not. She knew she was going to start sobbing, so she dropped her head into her knees.

Then Nico was next to her, soft hand on Maki’s forearm. “That’s too bad, because Nico actually likes the ballet.”

Maki snorted, resting her cheek on Nico’s hand and meeting red eyes that she didn’t know well enough to read in the dark. “Fine, then next time, I’ll just stay in my seat.”

Nico nodded seriously. “It’ll save you money on fruit. Although Nico does like oranges.”

Maki laughed. “I’ll have them delivered in the morning.”

“Good.” Nico voice was brusque but her fingers gently untangled Maki’s curls. “One of the reviews of a recent performance of ‘Bugaku’ called it an ‘erotic duet,’ so maybe it’s better that Maki’s missing that part of the program. Nico wants to be a responsible senior.”

Maki decided to take a risk and surged forward to kiss Nico, “Don’t.”

After a kiss that left Maki breathless, Nico laughed and stood. “Maki hasn’t been forgiven yet.”

Maki followed after Nico, not really sure about what had happened, or what would happen next. But Nico was irresistible.

“Call your driver.”

Maki nodded, pulling out her phone. She didn’t want to go back into the midst of all those people anyway. She just wanted to be anywhere Nico decided to go.

POSTLUDE

Maki paused in the door of the sitting room, smiling. Her mother had been watching the clock, sipping tea and mostly reading a book. Maki was home little earlier than she’d expected. But in a good mood.

“Where do I get oranges delivered from?” Maki asked as she took off her hat, placing the pins carefully inside the crown.

“I can call someone in the morning,” Nishikino-sama put her book down, curious.

Maki nodded. “I’ll text you Nico-chan’s address.”

The Nico-tone went off, Maki glanced down at her phone.

N: Maki-chan is magic (∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Nico can’t wait to see you on Monday (✿╹◡╹) Sweet dreams - (๑♡3♡๑) bonus points if Nico makes an appearance (⌒.−)＝★

Maki’s grin widened, and she started typing.

“Maki?” Her mother put her teacup down loudly.

“Huh?” Maki looked up, a little puzzled.

“How did it go? Did Nico like the symphony?”

Maki considered, wondering what she could tell her mother without inviting further questions. Then she remembered Nico, ruby eyes flashing, standing on the steps beside Suntory Hall yelling at Maki things not even Maki knew about Mayuzumi Toshiro.

“Nico-chan studies for dates.” There was a surprising undertone of smugness in Maki’s voice. And then she ran upstairs before her mother could say anything else. Nishikino-sama made a mental note to pay more attention. And put a reminder in her phone about the oranges. How many siblings did Nico have?

Nico frowned. Had she already added the sugar to the pancake mix? Quick taste test. Nope. Nico wasn’t as organized this morning as she would have liked. She’d woken early to start breakfast after not much sleep. Last night was still fizzing around in her head, memories of her date with Maki effervescing into the morning . From the redhead’s knockout dress choice to her eyes when Nico had responded to her post-symphony kiss to the way her voice became a caress when she said Nico’s name -- Nico had been whirling. She couldn’t remember anything the orchestra had played but the songs filling her head instead all had a redheaded wonder as the backdrop. And then there had been Maki’s good night text.

M: Nico-chan (◡‿◡✿) makes Maki’s heart ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) dance (ノ・・)ノ

Knock on the door. Nico wiped her hands on her apron and opened it, a little suspicious. Delivery. Case of oranges. Perfect.

BOO

Honoka had been chased out of the restaurant by an Umi who was berating her for every bad habit she might ever develop. Kotori was skipping a few steps behind and trying to soothe Umi.

Eli and Nozomi had gone off, and Rin and Hanayo were slowly walking home, Rin fascinated by all the floating decorations.

Nico turned to Maki. “Come shop for decorations with me.”

Maki snorted, pushing the smaller girl away. “Why, so you can look Halloweeny enough for TV crews?”

“No. For the clubroom.” Nico dropped her head to the table, taking a moment and then punctured Maki’s dubious attitude with a simple question. “Is there something wrong with me wanting more people to know about μ's?”

Maki opened her mouth, but couldn’t find a challenge to that.

Nico leaned toward Maki, one hand on the table for support, determined to convince the composer. “Being savvy about public relations is important for Idols, Maki-chan. The more the public hears about us, sees how cute we ALL are, the bigger the audience we attract, the more support for μ's and Love Live. Judges and voters will remember.”

Maki was reluctant to admit that Nico had a point, but Nico had a point. And it really didn’t seem to be a Number One Idol need for attention. Nico’s face glowed with a different aura, her eyes steady and commanding respect.

Maki nodded, impressed. “You’ve really thought this out, Nico-chan.”

“Nico Ni is a professional.” Nico took Maki’s hand. “And my mom was right.”

“Your mom?” Maki leaned back, surprised at the turn of conversation.

Nico blushed a little. “I was upset one night because we’d been arguing at rehearsal about song choices, and my mom said it might help if we had honest CALM conversations in private so we didn’t work against each other in public so much.”

Maki sighed, her head knocking against the wall. “My mom said I should listen more.”

“Pffftttt, my Maki-chan listen.” Nico laughed. “What do they know?”

Maki chuckled. “Well, my dad is only a little better at communicating than I am, so my mom says she has some sympathy for you.”

Nico’s voice got soft, and she leaned back as well. “My mom just says my dad was a charmer. He laughed a lot. They got along really well.”

“My parents, too, although they’re always busy.”

“Yeah,” Nico squeezed Maki’s hand. “Hospital life must be hectic. You spend a lot of time there, too.”

“Not so much since μ's; I’m busy now, too.”

Maki sounded sad; Nico decided it was time to turn on the active charm. “And now Maki-chan is going help Nico buy the best Halloween decorations ever.” She bumped the redhead with her shoulder and then pulled her out of the booth. “Plus, Nico gives Maki permission to buy her something that reminds her of Nico Ni.”

“It might be a gremlin,” Maki warned, her eyes twinkling.

Nico huffed, but it was a jovial huff as she led them through the door. “Then Nico might buy Maki a robot, since Maki pretends not to care about Nico’s feelings.”

“Definitely gremlin.”

Nico bounced in front of Maki and bopped her on the nose with a teasing finger. “As long as it’s cute, like Nico.”

Maki quickly leaned forward to brush a kiss on Nico’s cheek. “Nothing is cute like Nico.”

“Or sharp like Maki.” Nico winked.

NOT ABOUT NICO

Nico wondered briefly where her girlfriend had disappeared to after changing, but when she stepped into the hall, Maki pulled her into the next classroom.

“Ooohh, Maki wants some alone time with Nico Ni?” Nico pushed up against Maki, expecting a kiss.

“Isn’t it weird that Eli wants a new song, then Nozomi suggests a love song, and Eli just goes right along?”

Nico puffed up dramatically, to showcase her disappointment, but Maki wasn’t noticing her at all.

“I mean she’s not the one who’ll have to write it,” Maki muttered, pacing, her hands on her hips.

Nico hopped up on a desk. “What’s weird is that Maki-chan is completely ignoring the Number One Idol in the Universe.”

“No, I’m not,” Maki shook her head. “I’m trying to get you to agree with me that’s Eli’s being weird.”

Nico shrugged. “Maybe Eli just wants to do something nice for Nozomi. It happens, you know.”

Maki actually looked at Nico, considering. Then she frowned. “That’s not it.”

Nico hopped back down with a bow. “Nico defers to the Great Romantic then. I have to get home, Maki-chan.” Nico stared meaningfully at the obtuse redhead, but Maki was completely focused on the thing she registered as a problem. Nico recognized the signs. There would be copious text teasing by Nico once the redhead came out of her fugue. As it was, Nico shoved Maki ahead of her as they exited the room. “Let’s catch up to the others.”

Maki nodded, still not completely paying attention. Maybe Rin and Hanayo would understand.

YAWN

Maki’s ringtone. Nico was in deep sleep, and it took the sound a few moments to rouse her. Nico pressed the green button, but left the phone next to her pillow, not lifting her head.

“Maki-chan?”

“I can’t sleep, Nico-chan.” The redhead’s voice jangled, Nico wondered briefly if her girlfriend had had sugar or caffeine. Or maybe this was a dream. Nico yawned.

“Nico-chan?”

“Sorry. What’s the matter?”

“Do you think Eli’s a spy for A-Rise?”

“WHAT?” Nico sat up. “Did Rin come up with that?”

“M … maybe …”

“Eli is not a spy. Or trying to sabotage anything. She just wants to do something nice for Nozomi. You know, girlfriend stuff.”

Silence on Maki’s end of the phone … Nico counted the breaths and started yawning again.

“I’m not writing a love song for Nozomi,” Maki announced.

“Good.” Nico laid back down. “Although I don’t think anyone asked you to.”

“You call yourself Nico less when you’re asleep.”

“Gee, Maki-chan, Nico is impressed with your detective skills. Can I go back to sleep now?”

Maki fussed. “We’ll be much weaker with a new song. And a love song? Umi practically collapsed.”

Nico chuckled. “That was funny.”

“I’m not writing a love song; it’s not my thing; I don’t kn …”

“Please don’t finish that sentence, Maki-chan. For Nico. Nico still wants to be dating someone in the morning.”

Silence but no breathing. Nico thumped her head into her pillow, frustrated at the time and Eli and Maki and ... “Maki-chan?”

Maki sounded deflated. “I’m sorry I woke you up, Nico-chan.”

Nico relaxed, maybe Maki would be calmer now. “Nico is always here if you need to talk. I can always make time to make Maki-chan smile …” Nico raised her hand to her head, “Nico Nico Ni.”

“Nico-chan.” Maki’s voice sounded scoldy, but Nico knew the other girl had at least a half smile.

“Now,” Nico picked up her phone, holding it close and making her voice sound as persuasive as she could, “if I admit I agree with you, can we both go to sleep?”

Maki’s voice cracked, hopeful. “Really?”

“Really. I don’t think forcing you or Umi to do something is the best thing to do. A-Rise is too dangerous.”

“Yeah,” Maki exhaled, actually sounding like she was relaxing. “Nico-chan?”

“Yes, Maki?”

“I’m glad we’re a team.”

“Me too.” Nico couldn’t resist a bit of a tease in her tone. “Want your amazing girlfriend, the Number One Idol in The Universe, Nico Ni to sing you a lullaby?”

A pause. “Okay.”

Nico nearly dropped the phone. Then she started the first song that came to her mind, one she’d sing with her siblings every Spring. That wasn’t the season now, but Maki wouldn’t mind.

“Sakura Sakura …”

TODOKETE

Nico’s phone buzzed. She looked over from where she was cooking. Maki.

M: What are you doing? You’re not nervous are you?

N: The Number One Idol （☆ω☆*）never gets nervous. Is Maki-chan ●︿●?

M: No ( ´ｰ`) I was worried about you. What are you doing?

Nico took a quick selfie. She was sure she looked pretty cute in her pink apron. Cute and frilly and pink. All Nico things. It would cheer Maki up.

N: Nico is being super cute while making breakfast (*｀▽´)_旦~~

M: Looks tasty (゜￢゜)

N: (♡´艸`)

M: Nico-chan, you know that was about the breakfast (¬､¬)

N: Nico only knows she’s irresistible （￣ε￣ʃƪ）

M: ┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘

N: Nico will cook for Maki-chan wearing her apron some day

M: ( ⁰д⁰)

N: Maki-chan is weird ༽つ۞﹏۞༼つ

M: But cute (▼∀▼)

N: Nico will show Maki how cute later c⌒っ╹v╹ )っ But Nico has to finish breakfast.

M: Make me breakfast sometime …

N: (ʘ言ʘ╬)

M: What?

N: (︶｡︶✽) Was Maki suggesting a sleepover?

Nico laughed at the length of the pause before Maki’s response. But the redhead did respond, which showed she was building mental fortitude. Which meant Nico could tease her about more things. Just not this morning. They both had important things to do.

M: No, I didn’t mean ...

N: Sorry. Nico knows. Nico (｀∀´)Ψ was being silly （＾ω＾）

M: (￣□￣) Oh

M: I’ll see you later (つ▀¯▀)つ

N: Yep. Nico will be there (￣▽￣)ゞ. With her biggest smile (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

M: d(>_･ )

Maki was glad she had no wardrobe choices to make. School uniform, coat, costumes at the dressing room. Simple.

The Nico-tone.

Nico had sent a picture of a row of snowmen.

N: Maki-chan, Cotorou made snow versions of us. They’re so cute. I’m so proud of him

<(￣︶￣)>

Maki grinned and squinted at the photo. Cotorou had made faces for each of them. Rin was easy, she had cat whiskers, but Maki wasn’t sure which one was her. She hoped there wouldn’t be a quiz.

M: They are cute.

N: Eli and Nozomi came to walk with Nico so Nico has to go. See you soon. ☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu

M: ノ～ ♡

N: Nico feels warmer already （　´∀｀）

A whirl of voices, sound, people … once “Snow Halation” finished, it was like the whole of Tokyo rushed into Maki’s ears. She spotted Nico at the other end of the line, gleaming, then Maki turned to lead everyone off the stage like they’d rehearsed. Back to the dressing room. But of course, the orderly line turned into disarray once Rin leapt onto her back and ripped her hat off to toss it in the air.

“We did it, Maki-chan!”

“RIN! That hurt.” Bobby pins didn’t pull out easily, so Rin had basically ripped Maki’s hair along with the hat.

“WE DID IT!” Rin hugged her from behind as Maki continued to carry her weight. Then in an unexpected move, Rin launched herself from Maki’s back straight at Hanayo, who was approaching from the side, and Maki fell forward. Into Nico’s arms. Another surprise. Nico glowed and she hugged Maki so hard.

Maki just wanted to get away from the noise and the crowd. People suddenly pushing in. She heard Eli trying to say something and Honoka whooping and Nico was just holding her so close and so tight and …

“Maki-chan?” Nico’s voice. Maki glanced down. She thought her eyes must look wild because Nico just took her hand without saying a word and pulled her toward the building. Someone was screaming “Nico Nico Ni” and it wasn’t Nico. And then that voice was lost in a crowd chanting “Muse” and then more “Nico Nis” and lines from “Snow Halation.” and Umi stumbled by, head down, close behind a Kotori who was smiling politely at someone as she brushed by them, her elbow discretely easing her passage. Honoka seemed to be kangarooing through the crowd, Maki could see the orange hair pop up every few seconds moving away from them. Rin seemed to have actually tackled Hanayo, which might be dangerous with the crowd rushing them, but Maki thought she saw a flash of purple heading in that direction. And Maki was moving without much effort, Nico barrelling through the crowd, somehow managing to leave a wake twice her size for Maki.

And there was a wall and a door and a corner and quiet. And Maki reached out for Nico, lifting her and just holding on, heart pounding so hard from elation, fear, exertion, excitement, Nico, “Nico-chan.”

“Shush.” Maki felt Nico’s fingers in her hair. “It’s all right, Nico’s here.”

Maki lowered Nico so she could stand, but didn’t let go. Nico’s eyes were so close, so warm, so concerned, her fingers tracing lava across Maki’s scalp, her lips … Maki leaned in, her kiss a forceful surprise. Nico gasped.

Nico broke away, reluctantly it seemed to Maki, who gasped for air, head spinning. “Maki-chan, you need to breathe.”

Maki shook her head. Nico took her hand again and led the way to an empty room. Inside, Nico closed and locked the door and sat Maki down on a couch, crouching in front of the redhead and taking both her hands.

“Slow down, Maki-chan. Nico’s not going anywhere. Breathe.” Nico inhaled. When Maki still sat there, breaths too fast, Nico let her voice snap, “Breathe, Maki.”

Maki inhaled. Nico smoothed her thumb over Maki’s hand. “That’s good. Now do it again.”

Maki complied, the buzzing in her head quieting as oxygen started to return to her system.

As soon as the redhead calmed, Nico dropped down next to her, head propped on the back of the couch, one hand still tightly holding Maki’s.

“Wow.” Nico whistled.

Maki nodded.

“That was awesome.”

“Yeah.” Maki squeezed Nico’s hand, still overwhelmed.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Maki-chan.” Nico nudged Maki’s shoulder with her own, her head tilted up so Maki could see the mischief in her eyes. “Number One Idol Nico Ni never knew performing could be that much of a rush. I thought kissing Maki-chan was the only thing like that.”

And there Nico went again. Egoland. Maki felt herself stiffen as Nico laid her head on Maki’s shoulder. And Maki’s chest started to constrict again. “I’m sure the people who were Nico Ni-ing are still out there. Y … you can go sign autographs.”

Nico flipped herself so she was across Maki’s lap, and Maki tried to push herself back through the couch and the wall.

“Kissing Maki-chan is a much bigger rush.” Nico smelled like soap and sweat and fruity shampoo, and Maki could taste it, sweet, salty in the roof of her mouth, the only sweet taste she ever found herself longing for. Nico leaned forward, arms holding Maki in place, lips next to Maki’s ear. “Maki is smart and hot and the Number One Composer in the Universe, and Nico couldn’t wait to get her alone.”

Maki was dizzy again, and her arms pulled Nico in, her lips pushing against Nico’s cheek, forcing Nico to turn.

“I love you,” Nico whispered, suddenly caught by the urgency in Maki’s touches, the lunges her lips were marking on Nico’s skin.

Maki registered Nico’s mouth moving and that words had been said, words that were far away because Nico was somehow on fire with a blinding, deafening glow that could light Tokyo, and every single cell of Maki’s body had been lit by Nico’s spark, and Maki was kissing Nico and lost in every sensation and sound and pulse.

Nico’s fingers tangled in her hair, Nico’s perfect lips pursing their way down her neck with light, liquid touches, sounds in the hallway, raspy breaths Maki didn’t know were hers, Nico’s eyes as bright a heat as the lava trails melting everywhere on Maki’s skin. Bewildered and exhausted, something kept driving Maki forward, even when she felt Nico start to pull back a little.

“ONNEEE-CHAN??? OOONNEEE-CHAN, where are you?” A high, familiar voice pierced through and then the world went cold as all motion stopped, and Nico was suddenly too still, kneeling across Maki, hair messed, makeup mussed and her face …

“N...Nico-chan?” Maki’s heart pounded erratically, a cannon, she was sure Nico must be able to hear it. Nico stared, a new expression in her eyes, her mouth … Maki thought she might look amused more than sad, but somehow both were there in a mix Maki didn’t quite understand. And Nico still looked so beautiful and breathless and adult, and there was the fire and the bright and the burning and Maki was driving forward again …

And Nico dodged, hugging Maki and hiding her face in Maki’s shoulder before the redhead could kiss her again. “That’s Cocoro, Maki-chan. I have to go. I’ll see you at the party.”

“Nico …”

Nico kissed Maki quickly and then ran to the door, not looking back. As soon as she was in the hallway, Maki heard her start calling. “Cocoro? Cocoro, where did you go?”

Maki was afraid she wouldn’t be able to stand, and she began taking in huge, cool breaths. And she remembered Nico’s face and Nico saying … ”I love you?”

Everything got even colder; Maki groaned, leaning into her hands, no wonder Nico left, Maki had just … tears started, and Maki was afraid if they started she was so tired they would never stop.

“Maki-chan!” Hanayo’s voice sounded from the doorway, a friendly echo.

Maki looked up, seeing the concern on her friend’s face. “Nico said you should get changed and find your mom. I sent Rin to help Nico find her siblings.”

Maki nodded and stood. Hanayo handed her a candy bar. “Nico said to eat this. It would help.”

Maki tasted the chocolate, bitterness biting into her tongue as she followed Hanayo to the green room, still lost in a swirl of thoughts about Nico.

BREAKFAST

Maki’s heart had calmed down a little. There had been the food, all the chatter about the performance, a roaring remix of “Snow Halation” and “Jingle Bells” led by Honoka, laughing, teasing, the threatening of Umi with pillows when she decided to go upstairs, Kotori actually tossing her little yellow pillow at Umi, Umi storming off with it, Kotori squeaking and following in a panic. Then Nozomi had suggested a movie, and Rin had grabbed a BluRay, which meant that they were now watching “The Girl Who Leapt Through Time” because Rin thought it looked like a sports movie. Rin had fallen asleep exhausted and bored in Hanayo’s lap, Nozomi was snuggled up against Eli, Kotori had returned 20 minutes into the movie to sit at Honoka’s feet while their leader played a game on her phone. Nico and Maki were on the couch directly opposite the screen, Nico half asleep, leaning against Maki’s shoulder. Nico hadn’t said anything about what happened after the performance, and although Maki knew Nozomi was curious, as a condition for hosting the party, Maki had banned games like Truth Or Dare.

Time travel as a cure for the embarrassments of everyday life. Maki snorted. At least this was a movie that had a real villain, the little things you do to yourself, the decisions you make that cause ripples, the things people notice you don’t want them to. Nico was snoring a little. Maki smiled and sneaked an arm around her girlfriend, Nico, the Number One Idol in the Universe, the tiny, fierce, boundlessly energetic girl who loved her. Nico, who snuggled closer. And it felt comfortable. In that moment, sudden understanding arriving, Maki knew to go back and change anything, any moment, any disappointment, any dullness, might lead to Nico not being there, next to her. Next to Maki was obviously where Nico was supposed to be, even if Maki’s left side had started to go numb and her heart hadn’t slowed down since Nico had arrived, greeted her mother with candy, and given Maki a hug that nearly lifted the redhead off her feet. Not a bad way to start a party. Since then, Nico had been bouncing around whatever room they were in, always making eye contact and smiling, and sometimes, just briefly, wrapping an arm around Maki’s waist, occasionally whispering a joke in Maki’s ear. It had been fun swirl. Maki, Eli, Hanayo and Kotori had played a few hands of Hachi-Hachi, the others had switched between racing and party videogames and teasing the card players.

Nothing since Honoka had burst into the music room last Spring had been what Maki expected, and everything was exactly as it should be. And she loved Nico. Maki sighed and Nozomi glanced at her, but Maki just smiled back at Nozomi’s inquisitive eyebrow quirking. And then Eli distracted Nozomi by whispering something into her hair. Which let Maki go back to the serious problem of how was she going to tell Nico. Not even Rin would suggest texting, Maki thought with a giggle as she rose and gently slid Nico flat on the couch to continue sleeping while Maki stretched her legs and grabbed more food. Performing was hungry work. So was thinking.

Hmmmm … warm food sounded good, maybe there was something microwaveable. Maki opened a random cabinet and recognized nothing in it. So she picked up a few jars for a closer look … ah, spices, maybe flour? Not microwaveable.

“Maki-chan?” Nico sounded sleepy. And adorable. And Maki turned and once again felt too tall and awkward and underdressed and unprepared and …

“Let Nico cook.” Nico shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes fully open. “It got cold when you left.” Nico opened the cabinet Maki had just shut. “Was Maki going to bake something?”

“N … No.” Nico pushed Maki toward a stool, yawning. “I was just looking for something to microwave.”

“Does your mom have any leftover rice?” Nico stretched toward a lower cabinet, finding the pots.

Maki shrugged. “There might be instant somewhere.”

Nico muttered something that might have been “personal chef.” but Maki was too busy watching Nico look more comfortable in her kitchen in less than a minute than she had ever been in 15 years to respond.

Nico opened the refrigerator and whistled. “Oh, I want to raid your fridge every day.” Nico took out eggs, put them on the island in front of Maki, then turned to the stove, examining it, running a hand over the spotless stainless steel. There were soft, cooing noises. Maki felt her jaw harden. Nico needed to pay that much attention to her. To touch her. To trail her fingers along Maki’s arm. To whisper small, soft noises.

“I love you, Nico,” Maki blurted, too loud, suddenly desperate for Nico’s attention, nerves jangling like wires in a storm.

Nico stopped for a moment, completely still. Then she exploded into a spin, hands ending up on her hips, head cocked at an aggressive angle.

“You don’t have to say that. Nico will cook for you just to use this kitchen, you know.” Nico’s wink was smug. Maki knew Nico had no intention of making things easy for Maki, which was a challenge the redhead was more than ready to rise to. She reached out and grabbed Nico, yanking the smaller girl toward her as she stood. A kiss to start. Lingering. Passionate. Nico melting against her lips.

Less blaring, but more serious. “I love you, Nico.”

“Good.” Nico’s next kiss was quick. “But Nico knew.”

Maki ignored Nico’s teasing as a string of tempos suddenly reminded her of their existence. Pizzicato. Accelerando. Little plucking kisses gradually become deeper pouncing kisses, Nico slowly pulling closer, her hands sliding up into Maki’s hair, her fingers …

“Nico-chan’s making us breakfast. Yeah, Nico-chan,” Rin bounded into the room, actually bumping into Maki. Nico’s hands fell away, landing on Maki’s shoulders.

Maki growled and pushed her forehead against Nico’s, their eyes locked while Nico giggled, hand over her lips, eyes sparking. Maki shook her head at Nico, turned to a cabinet, took out a bowl, slammed it down on the island, opened another cabinet, took out a box of cereal, a very sensible cereal, full of fiber and disapproval, and threw the box at Rin’s head.

“Nico-chan is only making breakfast for me.” Maki loomed, Nico peeking out behind her, arms around Maki’s waist.

“Maki-chan,” Rin whined, rubbing her cheek where the box had hit her. “This is boring cereal. I want …”

“Go away, Rin. Now.” Maki’s growl lowered, and she turned back to Nico.

“Looks like Maki’s got someone to interrupt her too,” Nico chirped, “Better get used to it.”

“No.”

Snow had lingered, and another inch dropped. A breathtaking scene as Maki took it in from the window facing the back yard. Maybe there would be snow in the mountains for Christmas. Santa would probably like that.

Nico and Umi had to be home fairly early, so everyone had gotten up and changed, charging through the breakfast buffet the chef had created. Maki had settled for cereal, wanting to savor the memory of the omelet rice Nico had made her last night. Nico had woken up peppy, dragging a mostly asleep Maki downstairs so they could have a few minutes before everyone else finished dressing. Nico had grabbed Maki’s iPod and put on BoA’s “Spark” to show off a few dance moves. Maki woke up immediately, excited by Nico’s enthusiasm, and interrupted Nico’s demonstration with a hug, pulling them both into the couch, and falling asleep again with Nico clasped in her arms until Rin charged in.

“Come on, Nico-chan, Maki-chan, you’re missing breakfast!”

Nico stood, Maki half propped on her back.

“Nya, Nico-chan is strong,” Rin yelled. “Yippee. Carry me too!” And Rin ran to pile on Maki’s back.

“RIN, NO!” Nico and Maki shouted at the same time, but they still ended up on the floor, tangled up in Rin.

After surviving Rin and Honoka stealing part of her sparse breakfast so the ginger could mix every cereal the Nishikinos had in their house -- seven -- and Honoka put them in the popcorn bowl, with cafe au lait, and with everyone gathering in front of the house, ready to leave, Maki pulled Nico back in for a minute, as the rest said their goodbyes outside. Nico was so beautiful, so graceful, so bright, and Maki wanted to spend a whole day watching her do everything. Nico stood there, so close, head tilted up, lips perfect and pursed, amused, one hand on Maki’s arm, sparkling ruby eyes warm and loving and full of such calm wonder that Maki’s heart soared like Nico had strapped a jetpack to it. Tomorrow, Maki would go back to being Nishikino Maki, first year, awkward, grumpy, bored and easily embarrassed, but today, today the Number One GIrlfriend in the Universe thought Maki was smart and hot and the Number One Composer in the Universe. And there was time for one more kiss.

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