Episode 5: All Work and No Play
"You never really change, do you?"
I hear Mami-onee-chan talking downstairs. It's less 'talking', and more 'yelling' since I can hear it from my room. I inch closer to my door, making sure not to make a sound.
"Why would I?" That's Onee-chan's voice. Onee-chan is here!
"For the people around you?"
"Too much work," Onee-chan says, probably biting into whatever snack she brought with her.
"If you think that's work, try being in my shoes," Mami-onee-chan sighs. "Worrying is part of the job."
"Then stop worrying. You'll save yourself wrinkles."
"It's not that easy," I hear cups clink upon the glass table. She must be serving tea.
"Sure it is! Just live your life a little dangerously. It'll work wonders."
I really want them to stop fighting. It doesn't look like they're fighting yet, but I know it's bound to turn into. I fling the door open and sprint down into the dining room. "Onee-chan!" I lose all reason to hide. I leap into her arms.
"Ah, Momo!" Onee-chan quickly sits up to catch me. "What's wrong?"
"You're safe. You're safe!" I rub my head into her stomach. "I'm so relieved," I dry my dampening eyes on Onee-chan's sweater.
"Hey, what's with that look?" Onee-chan says, staring across the table.
"Nothing," she responds by sipping her tea with a pinky up. "You finally joined us, Momo-chan. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah," I nod fervently. "Is breakfast ready?"
"Pancakes are still in the pan," Mami-onee-chan sets her cup down lightly onto the table. She sits up and makes her way to the kitchen. Afterward she returns with a stacked plate. It clangs onto the table in front of me. "Help yourself!"
"Thank you," I clasp Onee-chan's hand. "I need a seat."
"Huh?" her mouth goes agape. "You're not a kid anymore, Momo. You don't need me to--"
I sit myself on her lap, regardless of her protests. She tries to shove me off slightly, but I sit myself down snugly into her lap.
"Why are you so heavy?!" Onee-chan protests. "Oi! Listen to me!" I start eating Mami-onee-chan's delicious food amidst her screams.
"I think this is Momo-chan's own way of getting revenge on you," Mami-onee-chan laughs. "I think it's cute."
"Cute nothing. What have you been feeding this girl? I don't think she was this heavy last I seen her."
"Not anything more than you eat, Sakura-san."
"Sakura-san?" Onee-chan frowns, reaching for my fork full of pancake. "You know, we've known each other for a long time now. Why are you still so formal?"
I rip it away and shove it into my mouth, "That's right, Mami-onee-chan. You two act like you're married."
Mami-onee-chan chokes on her tea. She clears her throat, straightening herself out. "I-I don't think that's true…"
"You two even have matching rings," I glance at Onee-chan's at red ring.
"That's… not really the same, Momo-chan," Mami-onee-chan takes another sip from her cup, despite the threat of choking again.
"I see," I finish the first hotcake. Onee-chan pilfers a piece of the second, quickly stuffing it into her mouth. I want to fight her over it, but I know I shouldn't. I'm just happy that she's back.
I want to talk to her more, to be with her more… but what she said to be that night. It's still on my mind.
[_] Talk to Kyouko.
[_] Put it off til later.
[_] Other