Story: Ichigo (chapter 1)

Authors: Ichigo_Kitsune

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Chapter 1

Title: Ichigo

[Author's notes: Oh, and I know Miu isn't Nobue's sister. I just changed the reality a bit to make more of an impact.]

I am a sinner. No, I have not done drugs, though I do smoke. I do not disobey my parents, rather, I look for the loopholes in every situation. Because there are always loopholes. And the last time I checked, I am still one-hundred percent virgin, though you would think that with my being sixteen, I would have banged some guy. No, I have not done anything that one might think is wrong. Except for this:

I fell in love with my sister, and for that, I am tainted.

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We stood out on the porch of my house, her and I, observing the passersby as they walked past our house and watched as they vanished into the horizon like a cloud of smoke. I reached into my pocket to grab my cigarettes and lighter, flicking open the silver metallic top. No fire. Cursing, I turned to her, cigarette still in mouth.

"Hey, Miu. In my desk, third drawer from the bottom. Lighter." I croaked. Damn. A name so pretty as that did not deserve to be ruined by my barely awake self.

"You shouldn't be smoking at this hour," she replied tartly, "you just woke up."

"It's that attitude that gets you nowhere with boys," I chided her.

"Maybe you should take your own advice, then maybe you'd have a boyfriend, Nobue," Miu grumbled. Ouch.

I sighed and decided to leave it at that. We were both grumpy in the mornings, so why irritate each other further? I instead took in all of her. Strawberry-blonde hair floated in the breeze, and the scent of pineapples drifted over to me, enveloping me in a soft, delicate fold of a cacoon. I desperately longed to lift up that flowing pink skirt, to slide my hands under that cute strawberry top and feel the delicate, silky grooves of her budding breasts.

No, Nobue, stop thinking like that! Pretty soon you'll have to... I stopped the trail of thought immediately as I felt myself growing hot.

"What's the matter, Nobue?" she asked in that cute little voice of hers.

I faked a smile. "Nothing, Miu."

"I bet you were thinking about a boy," she teased.

Oh, you don't know the half of it. "No, Miu, I was not thinking about a boy."

"Then why did you get that look on your face?"

"What look?"

"That pretty far-away look?"

"Pretty...?"

Blushing, she strode to the glass doors that led inside. "That expression looks very pretty on you, not that you're not pretty otherwise."

And with that, she went inside.

Finding another lighter in my other pocket, I lit up my cigarette, inhaled, and puffed out a cloud of smoke, all the while smiling.

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