#maybe i don’t know how to draw nana and karen okay

[fal-carrington]

Just The Two Of Us Pt.5

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc x Adrian

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part.3 // Part.4

Prompt: After the last night fighting against Gaius, before his fall, he puts his plan into execution, changing the lives of Adrian, Kamilah and Mia forever. Friendships may end, a heart may be broken and a new love may arise. In the end who will win the girl's heart?

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Michigan, 8h40pm

Mia’s pov

As the big house appeared at the end of the street and the car slowed, the air caught in Mia's lungs. Being back home after so long away was surreal. She couldn't help, but wonder how much everything had changed. Memories of her past invaded her mind, good memories, memories of her childhood and adolescence in that old house with a large garden. Throughout the trip to Michigan, she kept her eyes locked on the window, little did she know the overwhelming longing would come. “Are you alright?” Kamilah asked as she stopped the car. Mia turned to her, seeing the look in those brown eyes, something was bothering Kamilah, she could tell.

"I'm fine, it's just... It's been awhile." She admitted looking out the window again, the lights were on, several cars surrounded the block, family cars, which she recognized perfectly. “Wow. My whole family is here. At least it's good to know my dad hasn't gotten rid of the truck yet.” She laughed pointing to the window. “Why are you nervous? You told your mom we were coming, right?” Kamilah asked with a frown.

“Of course. Everyone is very eager to meet you.” Mia said. “I… When I left home and decided to move to New York, my parents didn't really like the idea, but they supported me. I think my family settled into living a simple life, I wanted more, so I left. I've always been the most adventurous in the family. Now I'm coming back, and not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine I'd be married. Especially with you.” Mia said taking a deep breath, looking deep into Kamilah's brown eyes, noticing that they stared back at her with sympathy. “I mean… I'm still getting used to all this, with you, with our life together. We arrived in Michigan by private jet, and you just parked a Mercedes on a street full of minivans, have any idea what that sounds like?” She laughed earning a half smile from Kamilah.“ I just don't want to look like a failure, you know?” "You're far from being one." Kamilah said attracting the blonde's attention. “I mean, anyone who gets me out of my building and makes me cross the country for a meeting of mortals deserves the credit.” Mia laughed at those words. “I'm about to meet your parents, and thats you who are nervous. This is the first time I will ever meet the parents of someone important in my life.” "Sorry about that. I know, It's bullshit... Wait. ”Mia shook her head and looked at her, confused. “I´m important now?” Kamilah rolled her eyes.

"No. Your parents are proud of you, I know that.” Kamilah gave a half smile before getting out of the car, leaving Mia smiling like a fool in the vehicle. Kamilah took the baggage, while Mia took her grandmother's gift. As they walked across the lawn toward her old house, the blonde looked appreciatively at the clothes Kamilah had chosen. 

“What?” Kamilah frowned. "Nothing. I guess I'm not used to seeing you without your suits on.” She laughed with a shrug, making the CEO look at her own look. She was so... casual and elegant. Her shiny brown hair was flawlessly as ever, Kamilah wore a large overcoat and navy blue sweater with jeans and heeled boots. Kamilah was wearing jeans. Which was new, and also very attractive. Mia noticed how the jeans further accentuated the CEO's body. It was unbelievable to see, the first thought that occurred in the blonde's mind was to take a picture and immediately send it to Lily. She would love to look at that. Kamilah rolled her eyes, walking ahead and not even noticing the blonde taking a picture of her on her back.

“Okay, let's do this.” She took a deep breath, and rang the bell, giving Kamilah a reassuring smile. "Just so you know, my parents can be a little... limitless." She smiled awkwardly. “What should this mean?” Kamilah asked without understanding. In a matter of seconds, the door opened, giving way to a blond woman, Kamilah couldn't help, but notice how Mia looked like her mother, and how the familiar smile on the corner of her mother-in-law's lips looked so much like her. “Miranda!” She spread her arms, smiling, pulling Mia into a tight bear hug. "Hey, mom." Mia grinned awkwardly, clutching her mother's arms. “Bill! They have arrived! ”She shouted. "Finally! Awn, my baby! ”She pulled away from Mia, pinching her cheeks, leaving a kiss on each. “We miss you so much!” "Me too, Mom." Mia tried to smile, her face growing redder with her mother's attention. Kamilah tried to keep the serious expression on her face, avoiding laughing at the situation, but seeing Mia, who always managed to embarrass her - ashamed of something, was extremely hilarious to her. “Mom, this is...” Mia stepped away, touching Kamilah's arm, drawing her mother's attention to her.

“…Kamilah.” Mia's mother looked her up and down with a wide smile on her face. Kamilah held out her hand for her mother-in-law to shake, just as she always greeted her clients and executives. But she clearly dismissed that, pulling Kamilah into a tight bear hug, surprising the CEO.

“Mom, Kamilah is not a big fan of hugs.” Mia laughed awkwardly. “Kamilah, this is my mother, Theresa.” “Nonsense. We are family, and we hug.” Theresa ignored her daughter. She pulled away after a few seconds, clutching Kamilah's cheeks. “But you're gorgeous, I'm impressed. I've heard so much about you.” “Good stuff, I hope?” Kamilah frowned. "Mostly." She laughed waving her hand. “Mom, can you let Kamilah breathe please?” Mia touched her arms. "Oh, sure." She pulled away. “Please come in.” She gave them room to enter. “BILL! Get your ass off this kitchen, they're here! ” Theresa walked out leaving both. "Sorry about that." Mia smiled awkwardly. “Are they all like this?” Kamilah whispered looking around. She could see how many of Mia's relatives were in the back of the house. Mia smiled with red cheeks, letting Kamilah believe that was a yes. A golden retriever emerged from the back of the house running to the front. “Holiday!” Mia shouted, getting to her knees to greet the dog. "Oh God. You have a dog too, perfect.” Kamilah rolled her eyes. Theresa had come back again, and this time she was with a man, as tall as Kamilah, she could see perfectly the small white strands beginning to appear on his blond hair. “Hey, dad.” Mia threw herself into the man's arms, who was beaming with his daughter in his arms. "Hey, big city, finally show up, huh?" He grinned and touched his daughter's cheeks. His eyes turned to Kamilah, the same green eyes. “So this is where they come from.” Kamilah thought to herself. “So this is my daughter-in-law, huh? Wow,” He approached Kamilah, Kamilah thought of reaching out to him, but he wrapped her in a hug before she did. "I'm Bill, I'm pretty sure Theresa has already explained our hug policy, right?"

“Yes, she did.” Kamilah smiled with a wide, beautiful, charming smile, leaving Mia knocked out as she watched. She saw the impact it had on her parents.

"We're so happy for both of you," Bill said with a wide smile on his face. "My little bear wouldn't shut up about you for weeks." He pointed at Mia.

“Dad!” Mia shouted with red cheeks, Kamilah bit back a smile. A particular joke forming in her mind to torment Mia when they were alone.

"What?" He shrugged.

"Ah, that reminds me." Kamilah opened a bag, revealing two bottles of Merlot. "I thought you both would like it."

“Oh, thanks, honey. This is so kind.” Theresa took one of the bottles and Bill the other.

“She's beautiful and has great taste for expensive wines, I like her. Maybe you should keep her, Miranda.” He pointed at Kamilah, Mia's cheeks got even more red.

"Dad!"

"Alright, alright. Why don't we let them pack up and then we catch up, huh?" Theresa touched her husband's arm. "Kamilah, I hope you don't mind staying in Mia's old room." "Of course not." Kamilah nodded.

“When you're done upstairs, come see the people. Nana is crazy to see you, Mia.” Theresa said with a smile on her face, touching her daughter's cheek before going out with her husband. 

Mia led Kamilah up the stairs, Kamilah noticed the selection of picture frames scattered around the house attracting the CEO's attention, as she followed the blonde through the house. Mia took a deep breath and opened the door of her old room. The walls were pink, with butterfly stickers on the walls, the furniture was white, a king bed took the center of the room, not as big as the bed where both used to sleep, it was smaller. Kamilah watched from the books to the boyband posters. 

"It's quite... Feminine." Kamilah managed to say. 

"I was fifteen when I decorated." Mia said with red cheeks. 

“If you say so.” Kamilah exchanged glances with the blonde before leaving her suitcase on a small sofa in the corner of the room. 

“Oh, you have no idea how much I missed my room. Everything is exactly the same as I left it.” Mia said holding one of the photographs in hand, a smile on her face. Mia glanced over her shoulder and noticed that Kamilah kept her eyes glazed on her cell phone.“Hey. You promised. No work this weekend. It's family weekend.” Mia pointed at her and crossed her arms. Kamilah rolled her eyes impatiently. “It's just Karen, about some contracts that we'll close at the end of the month. That's important, Mia.” Kamilah said, Mia could feel some of her authoritative voice, she knew that voice. It was the way she talked to her employees at work. "Family weekend, Kamilah." Mia insisted, making Kamilah put her cell phone in her pants pocket.

Kamilah spent most of the night meeting Mia's uncles and aunts, cousins, which luckily for her, she ended up liking Mia's parents, but for her, the best person in the whole house was Mia´s grandmother, eighty years old, but she could still make Mia smile like no one else. Kamilah eventually discovered how perfect the wine was for the occasion. It made it so much simpler and easier to deal with her wife's relatives and their stupid questions. Alcohol was always the best solution, she couldn't get drunk, but Mia could. She noticed how many beers her wife had had, and how sleepy that made her. “Wow, is that mercedes out there yours, Kamilah?” One of Mia's teenage cousins said with wide eyes and a silly smile on his face. "Do you think you can let me drive any day?" "Absolutely not, you idiot." Mia said "So, Kamilah." Theresa said smiling at the table. “Mia mentioned to us that you work at a finance company.” "Yes, I work." Kamilah said shaking a glass of wine in her hands. "She's a workaholic," Mia said with a smile. "Always busy." "What do you do over there?" Bill asked curiously. "Uh... Kamilah actually owns the company." Mia admitted with her eyes on the dinner table sheets, her cheeks burning. “She has numerous offices spread across several capitals.” "So you're fucking rich," one of Mia´s cousins said. "Oh, shut up Ricky" Mia hid her face on the table. “Yes, I am.” Kamilah shrugged. “Damn, Mia. Hot and rich, you have style. ” "Oh, god." Mia rolled her eyes. “So, you have thirty years old. Wow. So young and with an empire in your hands. And to think that my own daughter can't even do the laundry by herself.” Theresa said. "Mom!" "And your parents? Mia told us that you were born in Egypt. I bet Mia loved meeting them.” "Uh..." Mia looked at Kamilah not knowing what to say. “She didn't know them. They died a long time ago, it used to be just me and my brother, but he also passed away.” Kamilah said truthfully.

"I'm sorry, my dear." Mia's grandmother said at the end of the table. "It's alright. It's been a long time.” Kamilah said shrugging, at that moment, she felt Mia's warm hand on top of hers, stroking her hand lightly, she looked at the girl with furrowed brows, the girl's dimpled smile somehow it was comforting. While Kamilah listened to some of Mia's uncles who were suddenly interested enough to want to handle their own finances, Mia got up to pick up the dishes and help her mother in the kitchen. As Theresa washed the dishes, she dried them, silently watching Kamilah talk to her grandmother. "I like her very much." Theresa suddenly said too close to the girl. "Jesus, Mom." Mia touched her chest, startled at the sudden approach. "Just saying. I like her very much.” She shrugged. "She's beautiful, smart, elegant and very polite." She smiled. Mia gave her a shy smile. "You like her too." "Me?! No! ” Mia stammered, but seeing the strange look her mother shot her, she finally came to her senses. “O-Of course I like it! She is my wife after all, right? I… I love her,” Mia stammered red. The last words still hot in her mouth, saying that out loud made her even more confused, couldn't tell if it was a lie or a truth in disguise.

“I saw the way you look at each other. I'm just saying, I recognize love when I see him.” Theresa said with a smile, touching her daughter's cheek. "I'm glad you found someone who loves you, who will take care of you, my dear." Yeah… thanks, mom.” Mia returned her smile, unable to tell her mother of her forced marriage, that Kamilah didn't love her, and probably never would, that behind it all, Adrian was suffering so much as both of them. Her eyes turned to the window, watching Kamilah engaged in conversation with her grandmother, a smile forming on her face. She left the kitchen and approached them, sitting next to Kamilah. "What are you two talking about?" She asked with a smile on her face. “Mia, did you know that your grandmother served as nurse at the WWII?” Kamilah looked at Mia, she was different, had a sparkle in her brown eyes and a smile… A beautiful smile on her face. Mia silently admired Kamilah's animated face, she looked happy. "Of course! Nana always had great stories to tell about it.” Mia said smiling. “It was a difficult time for all of us, I was so young at the time.” She smiled fondly at her granddaughter, her green eyes sparkling. “I was telling, dear Kamilah, from my days when I helped the wounded soldiers coming to the hospital. Your grandfather, as you well know, was one of them. When I met him, I fell madly in love, Benjamin was as charming as troublemaker.” She laughed, her eyes far away remembering her days. "We promised each other to always be faithful, and that our love will last for the rest of our lives." “It's a beautiful feeling.” Kamilah smiled slightly. “You don't know how happy I am to know you found love, honey.” Mia felt the tightness in her chest and her throat dry again. “Now, you're married and in love, finally, I can give you my wedding gift...” She reached from under the woolen blanket, two golden bracelets with a small pendant of halves of a heart that completed each other. "Your grandfather and I used to use it, in fact, it was his first gift to me." She laughed.

Mia's eyes filled with tears as she saw the present. Kamilah stared at him, unsure of what to say, the CEO didn't know how to respond to a gesture of love as unexpected as that. “When you both wear it, never forget that your love can be overcome anything.” Kamilah took the bracelets, hesitant. “Thanks so much, Nana.” Mia wrapped her arms around her grandmother. “We appreciate the gift and we will take care of it”. Kamilah touched her hand. Mia sighed and excused herself, her head was full of things. She needed some time alone. She grabbed her beer as she walked out the front door, she was greeted by the cold and snowflakes falling from the sky, forming a large white carpet across the street. Kamilah's mercedes had some snowflakes on the car's glass, Mia leaned against the vehicle and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. Trying to warm up in that useless leather jacket, it wasn't working.

She noticed a new message. Adrian. Her heart skipped a beat at the message.

“I miss you, I think about you every day. Call me as soon as you can, I love you.” 

She read that with anguish in her chest, as she was about to answer the message, Kamilah came through the door.

"You're doing a terrible job getting out here and leaving me alone with your relatives." Kamilah said standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, attracting a smile from the girl, who put the phone in her pocket. "I needed some air." Mia smiled. Kamilah approached the girl. "You're freezing, you'll catch a cold." Kamilah said noticing Mia's red nose and skin. Kamilah took off her overcoat and wrapped Mia around it, pressing it against the girl's body. It was so warm and had Kamilah´s amazing perfume on it.

“You're very sweet, you know that?” Mia frowned, a playful smile on her face. “I don't want you to be sick. Medicines are expensive.” Kamilah shrugged, drawing a laugh from Mia. “And you already give me enough expense.” Mia held back a laugh looking at Kamilah. “Sorry about my relatives. I know they can be a bit intense, but they have good intentions.” Mia said awkwardly. "That´s alright. I enjoyed it, it was different.” Kamilah half-smiled with a frown. “It's been a long time since I've done anything, but work. Thank you for making me leave home to meet your family.” Kamilah said quietly enough that Mia could hear, attracting a smile from the girl. "So you liked it." She said smiling. “Don't push it.” Kamilah scowled, but noticing the captivating smile on the girl's lips, she smiled back. "You're impossible, did you know that?"

“That's why you like me.” Mia gave her a wide smile in response. Kamilah rolled her eyes with a smile at the corner of her lips. “And yet, daring." She said softly, Mia laughed at those words. She barely realized how close she was to the CEO, the cold air coming out of her breath  and the warmth that Kamilah emanated from her body. Kamilah was the one to take the first step, her warm, delicate hand touching her cheeks, sending a shiver up Mia's spine. The mesmerizing brown eyes burned the girl's green eyes, that attraction had come back even stronger. “What am I going to do with you?” Kamilah asked softly.

"What do you want?" Mia asked, lost in those beautiful eyes. "So many things I shouldn't." Kamilah said staring at the girl's lips, moving close enough to break the distance between them, Mia longed to kiss that damn mouth again, so much that she felt her whole body begging for it. But before she could even kiss Kamilah's mouth, the CEO's cell phone vibrated in her pants pocket, preventing them from sticking together. Kamilah stepped back, as did Mia, as if regaining their senses. "I should answer that, forgive me." Kamilah said taking the phone from her pocket. "Alright." Mia waved her hand dismissively. Her face red enough, her eyes glued to the floor. Kamilah nodded and walked away. "What is Karen?" She said as she returned to the house. “Don't be out here too long.” Kamilah looked over her shoulder and Mia nodded. When Kamilah walked through the door, she let out a huge amount of air she barely knew she was holding. “Fuck. What am I doing? ” She asked herself in agony, running a hand through her hair.

One week later

"A gala?" Lily asked excitedly sitting in one of the leather chairs, waiting for Mia to come out of the dressing room with her dress. the vampire geek's mission was supposed to help her best friend find the perfect dress for the gala, but she was too busy chattering excitedly about the event. “Hell yes! You raised your level too fast, Mia. I loved it!" Mia rolled her eyes with a smile on her face as she straightened the dress over her body.

"It's the least I can do for her, Kamilah went to Michigan to visit my parents and meet them." She said as she tried to unzip herself. “This gala is very important to her company, and it's our first appearance together as a couple before the media.”

"She seemed to have enjoyed meeting your parents, from what you told me," Lily said. “I told you, Kamilah's thick wall is just something shallow, inside, she has a good heart.”

“I… I know that. But, I felt horrible lying to my family about us. They really believe we are living the biggest love story,” Mia said, upset. "Maybe you are and don't even know." "Oh shut up." "I'm serious!" "But things are so difficult, you know?" Mia emerged from the dressing room, a designer waiting for her with Lily, who hurried to help with the dress. “There's all this tension between us, when I'm by her side it feels like my whole body starts to catch fire and burn… But then I remember Adrian, I remember everything we went through together, how much I love him. And I feel horrible.” A broad smile appeared on Lily's face, Mia rolled her eyes already predicting her best friend's next words. "You're divided between the two." Lily crossed her arms. "I'm not!" "Of course yes! The two are practically fighting for your attention, you just don't see it because you don't want to, I bet Kamilah is already falling for you.” “Stop, Lily! She's not ok? Kamilah and I live together out of obligation, she endures me, just that. There is no feeling between us, no love, affection, nothing.” Mia said sadly.

"Alright, alright." Lily raised her arms in surrender, sighing. “Well, can I at least tell you how hot you look in that dress? Kamilah and Adrian will drool when they see you tonight.” Lily looked her up and down with a smug smile on her face, making Mia's cheeks flush.

Kamilah´s pov

Kamilah silently admired her from across the room, she was different. Maybe it was about the punctuality she showed up at the exact moment they agreed, or the stunning dress that valued every part of that unexplored body, or the bright dimpled smile on her face as she chatted with guests. The perfect wife. It was almost ironic to think that a few months ago Mia would do anything to embarrass her to potential investors, her executives, everyone. But now... She was there, laughing gracefully and talking, the way she dealt perfectly with the sudden questions from reporters that approached both of them as soon as they arrived at the event was unexpected, taking Kamilah by surprise. She was a box of surprises. “She's gorgeous, Kamilah. Congratulations on the wedding.” One of her executives touched her shoulder, both of them at the bar, surrounded by executives of her company. Kamilah was looking at her from across the room, too distracted with her eyes on her wife than paying attention to the conversation. 

“Oh, thank you.” Kamilah smiled appreciatively at the comment, but the smile on her face faded the moment her eyes spotted Adrian approaching Mia, Kamilah narrowed her eyes, suspicion beginning to surface in her mind. At first it was just a few minutes of conversation until Adrian reached for her and tilted his head to the dance floor. Mia looked around hesitantly, but finally nodded and took his hand.

Kamilah's jaw clenched, her chest began to burn, she tried to control herself, the red blood wanting to manifest in her eyes and her fangs begging to appear, a feeling until recently unknown to her, beginning to emerge. Jealousy. She would never admit to herself or Mia, but to see her wife dancing with her old boyfriend, laughing in his arms, and too close... It was revolting. The grip of her fingers on her glass made him crack, and the sound of the glass caught her attention, she needed to compose herself. She was in a public environment, and her anger at the scene before her made her forget it. The mask of perfect indifference returned on her face, watching them dance. Her attention returned to her executives, and she kept her for the brief twenty minutes, but it was long enough for Adrian and Mia to let go of her line of sight on the dance floor. Seeing that they were no longer there, the anger had returned, stronger than before. Kamilah excused herself and went looking for Mia around the room, she wasn't anywhere. But after ten minutes of unsuccessfully searching for her, the CEO had found her on the balcony of the building, Mia and Adrian talking quietly. She stopped and watched them in the shadows.

"...You know, these days I was remembering the dinner we had at my restaurant " Adrian said with a smile on his face, holding the girl's hand. Mia laughed softly. "It was a wonderful dinner, I miss eating at your restaurant," she said. "You know you can go anytime you want, don't you?" He said approaching. "I miss it, I miss our moments together, our conversations, touching you..." He said with sad, vacant eyes, his hand lightly touching the girl's face. "Adrian..." Mia said hesitantly, the girl looked disturbed. “I know you miss me too, our nights, our love. I can see it in your eyes, Mia.” He moved closer with his eyes on the girl's lips. They were both inches from each other, Mia didn't move away, nor did she try to push him away, and that was enough for Kamilah.

"I've seen enough," she said in the shadows, drawing their attention. Mia gave a startled jump back, and Adrian stepped away, but didn't let go of the girl's hand. “I turn my back for a minute and are you ready to cheat on me with my best friend, Miranda?” She stepped out of the shadows, her eyes red, fangs showing from the red lipstick of her lips. Mia looked speechless, her face red, her heart racing. "Nothing happened, Kamilah." Adrian said through his teeth. "I'm not talking to you." Kamilah said with her eyes turned to Mia. "Let's go. Now.” She said with the authoritative voice coming back. “She´s not going anywhere. You can't talk to her like that, Kamilah!” Adrian said, his eyes going red too. "She will." Kamilah approached. “We're going home, Miranda. Let's go." Mia was looking between them, both staring at each other, ready for anything to come, the apprehension evident in the girl's face. "I'm going, Adrian!" She said after she couldn't take the tension between them anymore. Adrian opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. “You two are not going to fight here, we are in a public environment and it will be horrible for both company's image. I'm going home with Kamilah.” Kamilah was the first to turn her back and walk away, Mia hurried to follow her.

As the elevator doors opened, giving way to a Kamilah who immediately headed for the bar, the only thing on the CEO's mind was to drink a big sip of whiskey at that moment. She needed to get it out of her head, that damn girl out of her mind, she almost ruined everything, her image and the image of her company because of a girl. A mortal. She was angry, angry with herself for letting it happen and things got to that point. Angry with Adrian for letting his feelings blind him, leaving him ready to betray her confidence... And with Mia, for simply existing. Kamilah filled her glass with that amber liquid and turned in one gulp, refilling again.

"Now that we get home, could you explain..." Mia said behind her back. "WHAT IN HELL WAS THAT KAMILAH?" She shouted angrily. Kamilah's eyes glittered with hatred.

“Explain?” Kamilah turned to see her. “I believe you owe me explanations, Miranda. Since you were so ready to betray me.”

"Nothing happened!" The blonde approached her, confident enough to face her. “We were just talking! If I hadn't stopped you two right there, god only knows  what would have happened! Did you forget that it was the image of your company that was at risk ?!” Kamilah laughed, a sharp, mean laugh that made the hair on her arm lift.

“Don't mean to mind my company, Miranda. Because I know you don't care, you give a damn about this marriage, you're just a child!” Kamilah raised her voice, but Mia didn't back down.

"Oh fuck you!" Mia shouted. “I care, I care about you, and I care about your stupid company! Why would I bother to go there with you if I didn't mind ?!” She screamed, pointing a finger at Kamilah. “And you told me right at the beginning of all this shit that it was just a contract marriage, and you didn't care who I slept with!” Tears began to well up in her eyes, threatening to fall on her cheeks. “Adrian was the exception!” Kamilah shouted. "I believe we are both liars, then." “It's none of your business who I sleep with, Kamilah!” Kamilah approached her enough.

“It's my business. You are my wife! You are mine and  I am ours! ” “I'm not your property and don't even think of treating me like one!” Her green eyes sparkled with anger, the girl seemed about to jump on the CEO's neck, even though she knew it would go terribly wrong. She turned her back and walked away.

“Where do you think you're going ?!” Kamilah shouted as she walked away. "What do you think?! I'm going out!” “Do it, get out. You're great at doing this!” Kamilah hurled her glass against the wall, making Mia shudder.

"Are you crazy ?!" Mia shouted angrily. The elevator doors opened, Mia threatened to enter, when Kamilah spoke.

"Miranda, if you get in that elevator... Don't  even think about coming home anymore." Kamilah said, standing in front of her, the anger, the tension and the hurt between them. Mia looked into those red eyes one last time before entering the elevator.

...

24 hours had passed, 24 hours with no call, no message. Nothing from her. Maybe she really had taken all this talk seriously and would never come back, as Kamilah had told her never to return. Somehow the idea of the girl not coming home anymore... It hurt her. The CEO went back to her company to work, the idea of burying herself in a mountain of paperwork might help, distract her and take her mind off events. The comforting thought that maybe when she came home, Mia was there invaded her mind. 

After midnight, when Kamilah decided to return home, she found the penthouse empty. Mia wasn't there, to her disappointment. Kamilah took off her overcoat and left it on the couch, as well as her bag, followed by the heels and went to her bar. She filled a glass of wine, followed by another sip, and minutes later she had finished a bottle. Not getting drunk had its advantages. Sitting in an armchair in the living room, a glass in her hand, her hair usually neat, untidy from the way she ran her hand, her social shirt with a few buttons open, she twirled the gold band in her fingers. Looking closely at the ring. Her attention drifted to the elevator as the doors opened revealing Mia. Her eyes lit up at the sight. She no longer wore her dress, but a leather jacket and jeans. Her eyes met of the CEO, who rose from the chair. Mia ignored her and continued walking around the house. "Look who arrived... The perfect wife." Kamilah grunted looking at her. "I thought I told you never to come back here." She set the glass of wine. "Oh, fuck you." Mia snapped. “This is still my home whether you like it or not, and I just came to get some clothes.” She headed for the hallway intending to go to the bedroom, but Kamilah blocked her way. "Kamilah, get out of my way," she said wearily, crossing her arms. “No.” Kamilah frowned. "You and I have to talk." "We've talked enough already." Mia sighed turning to the kitchen. “I won't argue with you about anything else, about us or about Adrian or whatever. I got tired of it. ” "Oh, did you get tired?" Kamilah said approaching. “Kamilah, don't start.” Mia shook her head.

“You were the first one to start, you can't do that, you can't decide to leave like this and come back when you want!” “You sent me away!” Mia shouted back, Kamilah laughed at that. "You left because you wanted to!" She said approaching the girl, looking at those furious green eyes. "I got tired! I got tired of it all! I'm tired of you acting like you don't care, you're a hypocrite Kamilah, you act like you don't give a damn about me, but you fight with me when Adrian and I are together, I don't understand you! ” Mia shouted with tears in her eyes, rubbing her hand over her blond hair. “Am I the hypocrite ?!” Kamilah brought her face close to hers. "You are!" Mia shouted angrily, but her frown broke when she realized how close they were. “And don't even think…!” Before Mia could finish her sentence, Kamilah kissed her, crashing her lips together, both CEO's hands on the girl's cheeks, Mia started slapping her chest trying to push her away, useless seconds... until she surrendered to the kiss. Surrendering to that feeling that neither of them was ready to assume.

Kamilah pulled away after seconds, looking straight into the girl's green eyes, she noticed how red Mia's face was. Mia was gasping for surprise and shock. "Oh fuck it" Mia said breathlessy, pulling Kamilah by the shirt collar again, starting a slow, wet kiss. Her fingers tangled in Kamilah's hair, she nibbled on Kamilah's lower lip making a moan escape from the CEO, taking advantage to invade her mouth with her tongue. Kamilah was damn good kisser... Mia could tell, her tongue and Mia's curled together, the CEO's scent inhibited the girl's senses, suddenly that connection was back, that heat, she felt the room swirl around her.  

Kamilah's hands come down to her waist, and scooped her up easily, her legs pressed against the CEO's hip, which sat her on the sink.Mia's hands shook, as she began to unbutton Kamilah's shirt. Kamilah parted her lips from hers briefly. The panting girl looked into those brown eyes that burned with desire.

“Are you sure?” Kamilah whispered against her lips. Mia answered that by kissing her again, a warm, passionate kiss, the CEO took that as a yes.

#mc x kamilah #kamilah sayeed #lily spencer #my babies #part 5 #choices you play #bloodbound

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The Epilogue is Behind the Mask - English Translation

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Chapter 1: A Tale of Love and Isolation

Junna: "To be, or not to be. That is the question." Junna: 'To let things continue as they are, or to not. To me now, that is the most difficult of questions.' Junna: Phew... Junna: ("Hamlet", one of Shakespeare's four great tragedies. The official title is "The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark".) Junna: (A resplendent royal court where nobles gather... And beneath that squirms ugly jealousy, intrigue, and revenge...) Junna: (No matter how may times you reread it, there's still more to be impressed by...) Junna: (One day, I'd also like to take part in this kind of sparkling play...) Junna: (...Okay, it's decided.) Junna: (Today I'll read a resplendent drama to get my motivation up!) Junna: (Speaking of... Of course, there's Shakespeare, but...) Junna: (No, it has to be "The Phantom of the Opera"!) Junna: (A Paris opera house, a beautiful songstress... A drama of love and hate unfolding on the grand and glamorous world of the Stage.) Junna: (I've been fascinated by that blindingly beautiful tale since I was young...) Junna: (I'll soak up its radiance and draw closer to the Star...!)

Junna: (It's gone... It's all gone.) Junna: (Not just the "The Phantom of the Opera" play, but everything from the novel to the reference books has been borrowed.) Junna: (Is someone researching it? I might have to go to the town library...) Junna: Oh? Nana: ............ Junna: (What's she reading that has her so serious? ...Wait, that's...) Nana: ............ Junna: Naaana. Nana: Ah, Junna-chan. Junna: So it's you, I see. The one who's researching "The Phantom of the Opera". Nana: Ah... Were you looking for these? Sorry, I didn't mean to hog them all to myself... Junna: So, why are you gathering all these materials? Are you writing a script for "The Phantom of the Opera" or something? Nana: Fufufufu, Junna-chan, bulls-eye♪ Nana: It was a request from my middle school drama club teacher. Junna: Is that... the teacher who encouraged you to go to this school? Nana: That's the one. She's still working hard for the drama club even now. Though still small, apparently they're members are increasing... Nana: She said she wants a play that could become a club tradition, one that would rejuvenate the club. Junna: So that's why you're working on a script... Nana: Yeah. Seems she remembered all this time that I used to write scripts. Nana: Me being here, and meeting you and the others, it's all thanks to Sensei. Nana: So, I wanted to repay her. Junna: What a nice story... Then you have to do your best to write it by all means! Nana: Yeah. So... I was thinking that I'd write a script for "The Phantom of the Opera" since I've had an interest in it for a while. Junna: That's the first I've heard you had an interest in it. Nana: This might be the first time I've mentioned it♪ Nana: The loneliness and suffering of Erik, the 'Angel of Music'... And his love for Christine. Nana: It's heartbreaking, but in a very passionate way... I love it. Junna: I know, isn't it? I like it, too. I love it. Nana: Junna-chan, too...? Junna: You know, I got completely absorbed in "The Phantom of the Opera" for a time while the musical was being performed here in Japan. Junna: I read the original work and watched the movie. Also, it was only a video, but I saw an even older musical, too. Nana: Wo~w. So you know everything there is to know. Junna: I wouldn't go that far... But, if there's anything I can help you with, let me know. Nana: Junna-chan... Thank you. Nana: The truth is, I'm at a bit of an impasse, so I was thinking of returning to the dorms and asking for your help. Nana: Will you lend me a hand? Junna: Of course. For you and your teacher. Nana: Thanks. Your cooperation will be a tremendous help♪ Junna: With that decided, I better reread the original work and the play again. Nana: Me too. When I watch the musical, I'm floored all over again. Such a grand and glamorous play, do you really need anything else? Junna: I know, right? It's an eternal masterpiece in the world of musicals! Junna: Oh, oops... Raising your voice in the library is forbidden... Junna: So... What sort of script do you plan to write? It's going to be performed by middle schoolers so you can't really go with 'grand and glamorous'. Nana: That's true. I was hoping to write the type of script that those watching could empathize with, even if it's being performed by middle schoolers. Junna: I see... It'll be difficult, but it's worth doing. Nana: Yeah. What I'm worried about the most right now is how to write the mysterious lead... the Phantom. Junna: True, the way the Phantom is perceived changes according to how he's written. Junna: "The Phantom of the Opera" has been made into a play many times by the hands of many different directors, but... Junna: It feels like the way the Phantom is portrayed changes a little bit every time. Nana: In the original novel, the Phantom is portrayed as an enigmatic individual... Nana: In another play, the story is spun through the eyes of the heroine Christine... It's getting a bit confusing... Junna: That will happen when you try to read this amount of materials in one sitting. Nana: That may be true, but... Apparently they want to perform it for the freshman opening ceremony, so I wanted to write down as much as I could as quickly as I could... Junna: Geez... And I'm saying that's unreasonable. Junna: Although, I understand getting fired up when you start something new. Nana: Junna-chan... Junna: Should we get started right away, then? But, if we're going to do this, let's make it the best. Right? Nana: Yeah! Then, what should we start work on first? Junna: For the time being, it's got to be the way the Phantom is portrayed. Did you have a plan? Nana: Hmmm. If we're just talking about the Phantom role, he's an isolated musician overflowing with wisdom... Nana: To hide his unsightly face, he lives a life brooding in the basement of the opera house. The reason for the wisdom that gets him called the 'Angel of Music'... Nana: I was thinking I would decipher that in the materials, but there's too many, so I haven't yet... Junna: The fact that there are so many materials on it is one of the reasons it's considered a classic. It's a tale that's been loved by many over a long period of time. Junna: But, what's important isn't the past materials, but what you want to convey... Right? Nana: Ah...! Junna: Your theme... Shouldn't the first step be to make it clear? Nana: My theme... Nana: Yeah... You're right, it's exactly like you say. Nana: What I want to convey and put into "The Phantom of the Opera" for Sensei and the others... Nana: ...... Nana: For those on stage to perform with all their might, and for those watching to have something left behind in their hearts. Nana: I'd be nice if I could write a script like that. Maybe that's... my theme. Junna: Yeah... I think that's a fantastic, precious theme. Bananice! Nana: Junna-chan... Junna: I have a weighty responsibility as your assistant! Let's do our best, Nana! Nana: Yeah! Karen: Banana, Junjun! You're writing a script!? You're doing a play!? Both: Waah--!?

Chapter 2: Everyone's Banana is a Loved Banana

Nana: K-Karen-chan!? Karen: And? So? You're writing a script!? You're doing a play!? Mahiru: Karen-chan, you have to be quiet in the library... Karen: Oh, right, sorry...! Junna: It's rare for Karen to come here. Are you escorting Tsuyuzaki-san? Karen: Hmph, even I come to the library, you know! Karen: I mean, I'm only here today because Mahiru-chan needed to return a book, but... Junna: Yeah, that's what I figured. Karen: More importantly, what kind of script? What kind~? Mahiru: Umm.. Could we hear more about it? If it's a secret, then... Nana: Don't worry, Mahiru-chan. I'll explain properly from the beginning♪

Karen: Oo~h, so it's like that. Mahiru: That's amazing, Banana-chan. I'm sure your teacher will love your script. Nana: That... would be nice. I'm still completely inexperienced, though♪ Mahiru: "The Phantom of the Opera", huh...? My Grandma loved it so we went to see it together many times. Mahiru: At first I couldn't understand Christine having so much empathy for the Phantom, or how she felt rejecting his confession, or having to choose between lovers... Mahiru: But, every time we saw it, my Grandma would give a different explanation... It taught me the complexity of human relationships. Mahiru: I'm sure if I watched it now, I'd have an even greater understanding of the characters' feelings. Karen: I want to hurry and read the script Banana writes~! Junna: Like she said, she's just now writing it. You're so impatient, Karen. Mahiru: But, with this amount of materials... even just reading them seems tough. Karen: Butbut, if you just start writing, won't it work itself out!? How does it go, y'know, "pear exaggerates"... the... the ginger? Mahiru: "Fear exaggerates the danger", Karen-chan. Karen: Yeah, that! Banana, I'll lend a hand, too! Mahiru: I'd also... like to be of assistance. Karen: Aaalright! Let's all collaborate on Banana's script making! Junna: Hold on, Karen, don't just advance the conversation as you please. That's for Nana herself to decide. Nana: It's okay, Junna-chan. I was thinking I'd have everyone take a look at it when I was done writing anyway♪ Karen: Yay! I get to read Banana's script! Junna: If everyone puts their heads together, we should definitely make a great work. Karen: Okay, I'm off! Gotta go to the lesson room! Mahiru: Oh, geez, Karen-chan. You can't run in the library! Junna: In like a storm, out like a storm. Nana: She's always full of energy, that Karen-chan. Junna: I wish she wouldn't keep running in circles like that, though... Junna: I'm going to head out for now, too. Nana, you continue to read the materials. Nana: Yes, let me to do just that. Junna: I'll be back. You can't handle that mountain on your own, right? Nana: Yeah. You're a lifesaver♪ Junna: I know. Well, see you later. Nana: Take caaare. Nana: Oookay. With everyone helping me, I have to give it my all, too.

Chapter 3: An Unendable Tale

Nana: Maya-chan, Kuro-chan. Thank you so much for gathering here today♪ Nana: What I handed out just now was the first version of the script I wrote for "The Phantom of the Opera". Nana: The middle schoolers' parts, the cast number, and the scene changes I tried to arrange in my own style, but... Nana: The final conclusion is all I have left to write... Claudine: So if we put our heads together to come up with an idea for that... and it makes it into the final manuscript, that'd be good, wouldn't it? Nana: Yes! I look forward to cooperating with you! Maya: Same here, thank you very much for the valuable opportunity. Maya: A script for your former teacher... It's an honor to engage with a work filled with such sincerity. Claudine: Nana's "Le Fantome de l' Opera"... Claudine: You said it was the first version, but... isn't it close to perfect? Claudine: There's still a lot I want to say about it though, so prepare yourself! Nana: Yeah! Point out all you want! Karen: Sorry for making you wait~! We got the opera costumes! They were made by alumni, apparently! Mahiru: So the upperclassmen also performed "The Phantom of the Opera". You're well-informed, Junna-chan. Junna: Fufu, this is something you can find out easily by investigating. Well, shall we get started right away? Karen: A play, a play, I can't wait~! Mahiru: Karen-chan, this is for the sake of Banana-chan's script, remember? Karen: Yeah, I know~! Karen: But, this is the first time I've done a performance in order to help complete a script. It's kinda exciting! Nana: I thought that maybe by seeing you all perform, the characters would start to shift. Sorry for having you help out. Karen: It's fine, it's fine, bananice! Junna: Remember, until the end, the main point is script making. You're not allowed to insert your own ad-libs, okay? Karen: I knooow, Junjun! And, and, what about the cast? Nana: Fufufufu, for you, Karen-chan, please play the role of Christine's lover, Raoul. Karen: Oooh~ I'm Raoul~! Hmmm.... My first choice was the Phantom, but no worries, just leave it to me! Karen: And, whoever could "my darling Christine" be!? Nana: It's Junna-chan♪ Junna: Eh, me? Nana: Yeah. Perfect, right? Karen: Along with Christine's dress! ...Yeah! It really does fit! Mahiru: It's true. You have the habit of keeping good posture, so you really give off the vibe of a songstress whose voice can carry. Nana: Yeah, I thought you'd be able to express Christine not just on the inside, but on the outside, too. Junna: Nana... Junna: Got it. It's an important role, but I'll take on that responsibility. Claudine: After Christine comes the Phantom, right? Nana: Ah, about that... Can I do it? Nana: If I try it myself, I might get a better feeling for the emotions of the role. And if so... then I think I'll be able to write the final scene. Karen: Yepyep, that's a good idea! I mean, this is your script, after all! Mahiru: Yeah. I want to see your Phantom. Maya: The one writing the script is you. We're merely playing your cast. Claudine: The opera's sub-cast is interesting, too. I'll put my all into performing whatever role I'm responsible for! Nana: Everyone, thank you. With that, I'll quickly announce the rest...

Nana: Haa... Haa... Oookay, time for a ten minute rest. Karen: Phew... I knew it, the lines are tough~! There's so many musical scenes too, I'm all worn out~ Mahiru: Good work, Karen-chan. I prepared sports drinks for everyone, so drink up. Karen: Yaaay, my throat was so parched, you're a lifesaver~ Maya: Saijo-san. Would you like to go over the scene where we meet one more time? Claudine: I can't refuse an invite from Tendo Maya. Let's do it. Junna: Nana, good work. You had a good feel for the Phantom, didn't you? Nana: Junna-chan, too. You conveyed Christine's anguish really well. Junna: Thanks. But, I want to delve a little further into the character during rehearsal. Mahiru: Ah, should we prepare the costumes now? Junna-chan, I laid out Christine's dress for you. Junna: Thank you, Tsuyuzaki-san. Junna: It's been awhile since I've worn a dress... I have to make sure I can still wear a costume like this. Karen: We brought Banana's Phantom costume, too! Karen: So, then, Banana~ I have just one favor to ask~ Nana: Fufu, Karen-chan, you want to try it on, don't you? The Phantom's costume. Karen: Wawah, how did you know!? Nana: I understand everything, you know♪ Karen: Th-That's our Banana... Junna: Anyone would know, seeing that greedy look. Mahiru: I want to get a peek of Karen-chan's Phantom, too~ Nana: Yepyep, okay, Karen-chan, want to try it on for a bit? Karen: Yaaay! Just a sec, hold on! Umm, put on the cape, then the mask... like this?

Karen: Ta-dah! From his nest in the cellar, the Phantom appears! Mahiru: Waa~h, Karen-chan, so cool♪ Claudine: With a cheerful Phantom like this around, the people of the opera are just going to laugh... Karen: Hmph! Will you say that when you see this acting!? Karen: "I am the phantom of the opera! I am the ugliest thing in this world! Even as this body burns in the flames of hell, I dream of heaven!" Nana: Yeah, yeah, that's cool! In the case of Karen-chan playing the role... Nana: Why not a different interpretation of the Phantom... How about trying an even more cheerful one♪ Karen: A- A cheerful Phantom!? Uh, uhmm... Karen: "Hah hah ha! Christine, nice weather today, no!? Quite so! Despite the light not reaching the opera's cellar!" Nana: Ahahah! Okay, next try adding the word banana into your lines♪ Karen: Ba- Banana!? Uhhh, uhmm... Karen: "Ch-...Christine, tonight is the night I listen to your song. Your voice will not slip. And that is because..." Karen: "I picked up and threw the banana peel that fell on the stage into the trash! Now you can sing to your heart's content!" Claudine: Pfft, fufu, ahahahah! What's with that Phantom! Maya: A wonderful ad-lib, was it not? Mahiru: Yepyep, Karen-chan's acting was really good! Nana: Maybe I should have a cheerful Phantom, too? With that likability, he could have a lot of friends, I bet♪ Mahiru: More like 'The Friend of the Opera'♪ Junna: That's not... "The Phantom of the Opera"... Nana: Ahahaha. ...Oh, look at the time. Nana: Okay, we're starting the rehearsal soon. Everyone, change into you costumes, please. All: Oookay. Junna: Geez, because of Karen's weird Phantom, I'm exhausted. Junna: I just hope the image of your Phantom doesn't crumble. Nana: No worries, no worries. It was super fun, after all♪ Junna: So... feeling like you can write it? The ending to your script. Nana: Yeah... I think so, probably. Junna: ......? Nana: It's fine, no worries. I had everyone's help, after all. I'll manage it somehow or another♪ Junna: Nana...?

Chapter 4: The Changing and the Unchanging

Nana: Good work, everyone! Today's snack is banana muffins♪ Mahiru: Waah, they smell good today, too. Karen-chan, which do you want? Karen: Oooh, today's seem a bit uneven, maybe!? But, they look tasty~~~! Maya: I agree. Even when they're small in size, their deliciousness remains the same... That is the nature of Daiba-san's sweets... Claudine: She says, while nonchalantly taking the biggest one. Nana: Here. You have one, too, Junna-chan. Junna: Thanks, Nana. Junna: It feels weird being handed a muffin by someone who was just acting as the Phantom. Nana: Fufufu. It'd be great if there were that sort of scene in the play, though. Claudine: Putting the muffins aside... Nana's script is pretty modern. Nana: Huh, you think so? Claudine: I'm talking about the story development. The line delivery feels affected and very classic-like, but... Claudine: You shortened the 'source', and because of that, you wrote more deeply about the character's emotions in the 'adaptation', right? Claudine: So, beyond the story being easy to get into, the details are easy to grasp once you see it fully. Maya: That's true. When you leave the moral but remove the formality, the entertainment value increases. Mahiru: Yeah. I think your script is becoming more and more interesting! Nana: It's thanks to all of your opinions♪ Karen: Then, we'll just have to give you even more opinions! Umm... ummmm... Karen: Oh, I know! When the Phantom and Christine first meet! Karen: I kinda think it should happen with more of a, like, 'gwaah'... How do I put it, don't you want a 'ghghghh' feeling? Mahiru: Are you saying you want a sense of tension? Karen: Yeah! 'Loneliness' is a common feature of their stories, so I think it'd be nice to have a sense of them being quietly drawn to each other! Nana: I see, I see. True, maybe there is too much talking between them there. Claudine: It needed a translation from Mahiru, but that's a pretty good comment coming from you. Karen: That's a non-non, Kuro-chan! Claudine: Yeah, yeah, a stage girl is always evolving, I know. Karen: Sh-She got me~! Nana: Ahaha♪ Karen-chan, you're going to have to come up with a new line soon. Maya: ...By the way, Daiba-san. Do you think you'll be able to write the story's finale now? Nana: Ah... Nana: I plan to put the finishing touches on it tomorrow, one way or another! Sorry for making you wait, everyone. Karen: Banana, are you having trouble? Nana: Yeah. Just for the final scene, I can't come up with the lines for the Phantom's feelings. Claudine: His feelings, huh? Karen: Feelings... feelings... hmmm! If you put it more concretely, I'll come up with all sorts of comments! Nana: Yeah, thanks, Karen-chan... Mahiru: ...Oh, yeah! Mahiru: Tendo-san, you've been to an opera, right? Mahiru: It might be of use to Banana-chan, so what do you think of telling her what it's like? Claudine: Stop right there, Mahiru! If you want to know about opera, shouldn't you be asking me!? Mahiru: Eeh...?

Claudine: In the fine arts capital of the world, Paris, is the brilliantly shining opera house, the Palais Garnier! Claudine: Its gorgeous exterior, said to be a classic example of the Beaux-Arts style. Its magnificent interior, adorned in tones of gold and red. And, furthermore-- Claudine: The top world-class performing arts that people seek to create for that supreme theater. Karen: Bo-za...? I don't really get it, but it sounds pretty cool! Kuro-chan, that must be an amazing theater! Claudine: N' est-ce pas? That's right, it is amazing. Claudine: First-class ballet and world-famous concerts are held there, but, being the opera house it is, the opera are in a class of their own. Claudine: Existing as a living thing, continuing to evolve throughout the centuries--that's what opera is! Maya: There is no question about that. Maya: Music and theater, dance and art, a complete work that encompasses them all--and that place is one which specializes in the musical performance of opera. Claudine: The opera house is where you can walk hand-in-hand with the history of opera, it's a beautiful and brilliant living witness! Nana: Ooo~h! How educational! Can you tell me more about the opera? Maya: Well, then, allow me the presumption. Maya: Opera's history is long, so it tends to be considered extremely conservative... Maya: A cycle of a great many innovative presentation techniques and inventions has bestowed varied influences on our culture, no, our civilization. Maya: There have been times when those traditions have been destroyed, as well, but even now in the modern day, there are measures being taken to preserve the method of presentation called opera. Claudine: Well said, Tendo Maya! Yes, both the changing and the unchanging coexist. Claudine: In order to protect what's important to us or what we don't want to give up, there are parts of ourselves that we have to twist, right? Claudine: In that way, so that opera lives on, the opera house continues even at this moment to fascinate everybody with it's charm. Claudine: After all, "The Phantom of the Opera", which takes place in that theater, is still handed down to this day... right? Nana: The changing and the unchanging coexist, huh? I heard something good~ Nana: I'll make the best use of this knowledge of opera and properly write the finale! Karen: Banana, I'll help!! Nana: Okay. Thanks, Karen-chan♪ Junna: ............

Junna: (It didn't seem like Nana had come up with a finale yet, I wonder if she'll be okay...) Mahiru: Junna-chaaan. Junna: Tsuyuzaki-san? Mahiru: Want to return to the dorms together? Junna: What are Karen and the others doing? Mahiru: Seems like they're still talking about opera. Mahiru: More importantly... I wonder if Banana-chan will be okay? Junna: You, too? Mahiru: Yeah. Not just me, I think everyone is worried. Mahiru: She said she couldn't come up with the lines for the Phantom, but... Mahiru: The lines she wrote for the other scenes really captured the Phantom's heart. Junna: That's true... Junna: In that case, maybe she's worrying over something she hasn't told us about. Mahiru: Something she hasn't told us about? Junna: ...When she returns to the dorms, I'll try talking to her, just the two of us. Leave this matter to me.

Chapter 5: Hamlet Says

Nana: "Nevertheless, we cannot be together"... Hmm, I wonder if that line's a bit too ordinary... Junna: Nana. I made coffee, want some? Nana: Ah, please. Junna: It's hot, so don't burn your tongue. Nana: Okay. I'll puff on it while drinking♪ Junna: Fufu, you're not a kid anymore, you know. Nana: Yeah. ...Junna-chan, thank you♪ Junna: For what? Nana: A lot♪ Junna: ......! Nana: But, it's fine now♪ Junna: You thought of it? The last scene. Nana: Yep. It all just came to me, so don't worry♪ Nana: Or so I'd like to say, but you'll definitely see through the lie. Junna: ...Will you tell me about it? Nana: Ahaha, no need for the seriousness. Nana: I thought I could do it myself somehow, but looks like I'll need your help, after all. Nana: So, can I discuss it with you? Junna: Of course. Junna: The Phantom, without showing his appearance, helped and guided Christine as the 'Angel of Music'. Junna: So, right now, I want to be Nana's 'Angel of Music'! Nana: Then, Junna is the Phantom and I'm Christine? The cast has been reversed♪ Junna: If it's to complete your script, whether it's my role or the cast, I'll show you that I can reverse them! Nana: Junna-chan, so reliable~! Nana: Then, will you take a look at it for me? The last scene I wrote for "The Phantom of the Opera". Junna: The last scene? ...What do you mean? Nana: The truth is, I've already written the finale. Nana: But, I didn't have the resolve to show it to everyone... Junna: Does that mean--... No, first, let me read it. Nana: Okay, please do!

Junna: ............ Junna: This is... really good! Junna: Portrayed like this, even if the Phantom and Christine are together, it doesn't feel out of place. Nana: Eh? Junna-chan, are you crying? Junna: Being shown a finale like this, who wouldn't? The whole time, you were able to express the Phantom's loneliness and love of the stage really well. Nana: Thank you. I cried when I was writing it, too, you know. Nana: ...But, hmmm. Nana: I think I emphasize too much with the Phantom. Nana: His feelings... I understand them well. Always being alone, and yearning for the stage because of it. Nana: Coming to resent the isolation that gets him called a phantom, he wants to be tied together to Christine in any way. Nana: For him to obtain what he seeks the most... I thought I would depict a finale like that, one that no one would have any complaints about. Junna: And you did it! Nana: Yeah. But, you know? Nana: I'm wondering if I've made the script I was writing for Sensei too much of my own. Junna: You're in a difficult spot. A happy ending would certainly be a big change. Nana: Right? But, because this is the ideal finale for me, the others ended up slipping my mind... Junna: Hey, Nana. Do you remember what Tendo-san and Saijo-san were saying today? Nana: Yeah. About the history of opera. Thanks to that I was able to make the characters lines more real. Junna: That's good, too, but what I'm talking about is--

Claudine: Well said, Tendo Maya! Yes, both the changing and the unchanging coexist. Claudine: In order to protect what's important to us or what we don't want to give up, there are parts of ourselves that we have to twist, right?

Nana: Yeah, I remember. But... what about it? Junna: That is to say, you don't need to throw away your ideal finale. Junna: The finale you thought up, and the traditional finale, they can both coexist, you don't need to torment yourself over having made the script into your own. Nana: C-Coexist? So, depicting a happy finale and a sad finale simultaneously...? Junna: I think it'd be difficult, but I'm certain if the two of us put our heads together we can come up with an answer. Junna: Yes, let's derive an entirely new answer, Nana. Junna: 'To let things continue as they are, or to not. To me now, that is the most difficult of questions.' Nana: A line from "Hamlet"...? Nana: Not 'to be, or not to be, that is the question'? Junna: There is that meaning as well, but what I said is more sincere to the text. Junna: In the end, Prince Hamlet could neither continue with nor go against the state of affairs. Junna: But, we'll obtain both sides of 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Junna: We'll definitely find the answer! Nana: Y-Yeah...!

Chapter 6: Their Happiness

Karen: Ah, looks like it's starting soon...! Mahiru: I'm getting nervous... I hope it goes well. Claudine: Even when it's not ourselves on stage, it's still nerve-wracking. Maya: We are the audience now. We can do nothing but watch. Junna: ............ Junna: ...Nana. Nana: ...Yeah. It's starting.

Phantom: "Christine. I've swept you away. Away to the opera's cellar that everyone fears and where none approach..." Phantom: "In this darkness, the time for you to understand will eventually come. The reason for my love for you, as well as for my isolation...!" Christine: "The one who has driven you this far is me? No. The cause of that is not me, but your isolation..." Christine: "The isolation that poisons your sad soul is what has hideously distorted your face!"

Junna: (In "The Phantom of the Opera" until now, this is where Christine, pitying the Phantom, kisses him.) Nana: (The Phantom, having been kissed, is touched by love for the first time in his life, and learns to love another...) Junna: (And then, awakened to love, he sets Christine and her lover free. But--) Nana: (In this script, Christine and the Phantom do not kiss...)

Christine: I won't accept this ring. I can't be together with you, after all. Phantom: Aah, my darling Christine! Why won't you be mine! Phantom: I want to come to know that singing voice as it vows your life to me. Why is your love not my love...! Christine: No, my love is your love...! I certainly loved you... But even so, I cannot vow eternity! Christine: This body, and even the soul that dwells within my chest... They already belong to Raoul. Having betrayed that, would you really be able to love me, who you have chosen? Phantom: Of course I would! My love shines eternal like the diamond in that ring, and like the light it reflects, it carries many forms, still! Christine: I don't want to love you! Don't make me use this singing voice that you love to commit adultery! Phantom: ......! Phantom: Christine, I see. If your love remains unchanged, if your feelings are eternal like the diamond in this ring... Phantom: You will surely become the most beautiful and sublime being in this world. I was so desperate to obtain you that I forgot the most important thing... Phantom: In order to obtain the angel that you are, I broke your beautiful wings...! *clang* Christine: The mask--... Phantom: Thank you, Christine. For returning the ring. It will shine eternally. As the personification of you that resides within me. Christine: Phantom, you-- Phantom: Soon, your fiance will arrive. He'll come for you, his true love. Phantom: You can take that warmth, Christine! Christine: Wait, where are you going? Without that mask, where is there for you to go!? Phantom: Farewell. Please, promise me you will continue to shine forever, like this ring...! Christine: Aah...! No--...! Christine: If the eternal shine that you carry disappears... I--....! Christine: This mask that forever hid the beautiful you, I'll keep this ugly mask, and I'll always... always remember you! Christine: With this voice you loved, I'll continue to sing... Forever... and ever...!

Karen: Uuuu... Good! Really good! I hope the Phantom and Christine are both happy... Mahiru: Banana-chan, that was a really great script...! Karen: Yeah! Banana, it was amazing! Amazing, amazing! Claudine: Those kids have good expressions, too. Maya: It was a wonderful "The Phantom of the Opera". Junna: The Phantom's feelings were conveyed perfectly. Nana: Everyone... Thank you so much for your help! Theater really is great, after all♪

Junna: The changing and the unchanging coexisting... It's a simple saying, but putting it into a script was tough. Nana: But we managed to make it happen because of you♪ Thanks! Junna: It's nothing. I'm satisfied just being able to help you. Junna: ...Actually, that's a lie. I won't be satisfied unless I perform it myself. Nana: Then, should I repay the favor by creating something that will give everyone a chance to perform? Junna: I'd be happy if that happens. Nana: It'll definitely happen Nana: --No, I'll make it happen. Karen: Heeey! Bananaaa! Junjun! If you walk that slowly, we won't make it back before curfew~! Junna: Yeah, we know! Junna: Let's go, Nana. Nana: Yeah♪

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Our Holy Night (English Translation)

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Chapter 1: Hikari's Christmas Plan

Young lady, what is the star you long for? You've been given kindness by other girls who shine as you do. So you want to return that kindness, is that it?

Hikari: Um, in that case... Hikari: Can you tell me where I can buy a fir tree?

Hikari: (...There it is. The place that sells fir trees.) Hikari: (They have big ones and small ones. Which one would make them happy?) Hikari: ............

~Hikari's Imagination~ Karen: Wooow!♪ A big Christmas tree! Hikari-chan, this is good, good, super good!♪ Mahiru: Yeah, big trees are the best! The bigger the better, they say!

Hikari: (Yeah. Let's go with the big one.) Hikari: (...Ugh, expensive. Are big fir trees... really this expensive?) Hikari: (Oh... I have just enough to buy the small one. Okay... This one, then.) Salesperson: Welcome. What can I do for you? Hikari: Oh... This small fir tree, please. Salesperson: Thank you very much. Would you like it delivered? Salesperson: It's free of charge while our Christmas Special is going on! Hikari: Free of charge... Hikari: Okay, can you deliver it to the dorms at-- Hikari: (...Wait, if someone else is there when it arrives...)

~Hikari's Imagination~ Karen: Ooh, a fir tree! Does this mean you've been secretly planning a Christmas party for us, Hikari-chan? Mahiru: Oh, it was a secret...? Is it okay that we found out, Hikari-chan?

Hikari: Wait, nevermind. I'll bring it back myself. Salesperson: Is that so? Well, let me affix a handle for you, then. Salesperson: Thank you very much! Hikari: (It's heavy...) Hikari: (But... I'm sure they'll be happily surprised.) Hikari: (Not just Karen and Mahiru... The others, too.)

~Hikari's Imagination~ Claudine: Bravo! This is the best surprise ever! Maya: What a lovely tree. Nana: Hikari-chan, bananice♪ Junna: They say when Santa Claus comes, everyone is joyful, but I didn't realize Kagura-san would be Santa.

Hikari: ...Yeah. Hikari: (I'll have to prepare in secret so that the others don't find out until the right time.) Hikari: (I'll hide the fir tree somewhere for the time being... and then carry it to the living room once everyone's asleep.) Hikari: (Oh, I know, the bike park could work. The corner there is secluded.) Hikari (I'll cover it with a sheet, then when no one's looking I'll decorate it, and after that I'll prepare the presents... I'm gonna be really busy.) Hikari: (Of course, Santa exists to surprise everyone with happiness, being busy is natural.) Hikari: (I'll play the part to the end, without fail...!)

Karen: Hikari-chaaan isn't baaaack yeeeet! Mahiru: Karen-chan, calm down. I'm sure she'll be back before curfew. Junna: She got permission to leave, right? Nana: Yeah, she apparently put in an application. Karen: Maybe she's not coming back anymore? Hikari-chan, are you there~? Futaba: She's not going to be under the cushions. What is she, a hamster? Kaoruko: If you were going to worry this much, why didn't you just go with her? Karen: I tried to~! Karen: But she told me not to come with her... Mahiru: Oh, sounds like someone just got back. Karen: Hikari-chan!? Hikari-chaaan! Maya: Did something happen with Kagura-san? Karen: Ah, have you seen Hikari-chan!? Maya: No, I haven't... Karen: Oh, okay! Uhhh, ummm, I'm gonna go wait outside! Mahiru: Karen-chan!? If you got out like that, you'll catch a cold! Your coat, your coat! Maya: Kagura-san hasn't returned yet? Claudine: Karen's just worked herself into a panic, that's all. Nana: But what if Hikari-chan were to disappear somewhere again... That's probably what she's worried about. Kaoruko: Sure, but... Don't you think it's suspicious? Futaba: Huh? What is? Kaoruko: For Kagura-han to keep secrets from Karen-han. Could she be planning something? Claudine: I suppose saying "don't come with me" does seem a bit unnatural. Maybe it's a surprise? Kaoruko: Surprise? Nana: But Karen-chan's birthday isn't any time soon. Maya: In that case... Christmas, perhaps? Kaoruko: Yeah, maybe, but it's not like there's plans for a Christmas gathering or anything, are there? Futaba: Right, right. We have the Seisho Festival right after the new year starts. With all the preparations for it, we don't have the free time to do anything for Christmas. Junna: Oh. That reminds me... Nana: What is it, Junna-chan? Junna: When I told Kagura-san that we don't celebrate Christmas here at the school, she was clearly dissapointed. Nana: I see... I bet she wanted to have a Christmas gathering with everyone... Mahiru: Uuugh, Tokyo winters are cold too~ Nana: Oh, Mahiru-chan. Welcome baaack. Where's Karen-chan? Mahiru: She said she was going to wait for Hikari-chan by the front gate. I hope she doesn't catch a cold though... Junna: It's almost 6:00, I'm sure she'll be back soon. Futaba: If Kagura starts acting distant, it's all but confirmed that she's planning a surprise. Nana: If that's the case, then let's all watch over her warmly, okay? Kaoruko: They call that silent observation, right? This might actually be fun. Claudine: This Christmas is shaping up to be interesting! Maya: Oh...? Quiet, everyone. Maya: It seems those two have returned.

Chapter 2: Hints of a Christmas Party

Kaoruko: Haa~h, so cold. Futaba-han, turn on the heat. Futaba: Later, we have cleaning to do now. Futaba: You can turn it up as much as you want when we're done so, c'mon, go open that window. Kaoruko: Fine~ Whatever~ *rattle* Kaoruko: Mm~... The smell of winter. Futaba: It sure has gotten cold. Totally feels like the end of the year. Kaoruko: It really does. Another year that the two of us--... Oh? Futaba: What's up, Kaoruko? Kaoruko: Over there... It's a fir tree. Futaba: Huh? Kaoruko: Look, over there by your bike. Futaba: Hm... You're right. I don't think it was there when I parked it yesterday, though? Kaoruko: A fir tree that wasn't there yesterday? ...Ah-haa~h. Futaba: Ah... Don't tell me, that's Kagura's--? Hikari: Morning... Futaba: Oh, h-hey, Kagura! Morning! Kaoruko: G'morning. Kaoruko: By the way, Futaba-han. Weren't you going to take your bike out for a morning drive? Futaba: Huh!? No, I mean, my bike is--... Hikari: Bike...? Hikari: Ah...! Hikari: You can't. Kaoruko: Is that so? Then, how about we go to practice? Hikari: That's fine. (Hikari leaves) Futaba: Kaoruko... Did you bring up my bike so that Kagura would realize? Kaoruko: Clever, right? Futaba: You're quite the actress. Futaba: But now the Christmas surprise theory from yesterday has merit. Kaoruko: I knew Kagura-han was awkward, but now I'm worried for what's to come.

Hikari: (...That was close. Any longer and those two would have found it.) Hikari: (But now that I've carried it in, there's no problem. Now to put the sheet on...) Hikari: (...And with that the disguise is complete.) Junna: Oh, Kagura-san. Good morning. Hikari: !? Nana: Morning, Hikari-chan♪ Hikari: M-Morning. Nana: Huh? What's that behind you? It's covered in a sheet, but... Hikari: I-I don't know. I-It was there when I came in. Junna: ...? Ah... Hikari: (Oh no, I have to trick them somehow. If this continues they'll notice...) Nana: Could it be one of B-group's props? Hikari: (Wha-...) Junna: I bet that's it. It's good you didn't touch it, Kagura-san. Hikari: ...Y-Yeah. Nana: Things began piling up last year around this time too. Junna: That's right. You might not know this, Kagura-san, but when this time of the year comes around, we start collecting things together in preparation for spring cleaning here at the dorms. Hikari: O-Oh. Junna: Last year we used "do not touch" signs, they're probably planning to do the same with this. Nana: Yeah, yeah, I bet that's it♪ Nana: Oh... Look at the time. We're going to be making breakfast, but... do you want to join us, Hikari-chan? Hikari: ...I already ate. Junna: Oh, you were up early. Nana: Okay, see you later then, Hikari-chan. Hikari: Yeah. (Junna and Nana leave) Hikari: (...Bananice.) Hikari: "Do not touch", huh? I see. Hikari: (Paper and pen...) Hikari: (Do... not... touch... There we go.) Hikari: Now it's perfect. Hikari: (Next is preparing the presents. I've been too careless, I have to focus.)

Claudine: Haa... Haa... Like I thought, without the proper muscle, the Paso Doble is hard to finish. Maya: Haa... Haa... True, but our Chasse Cape has become much sharper, don't you think? Claudine: Hmph, if you say so... then it must be true. Okay, time for a matador switch. Maya: Understood. Then, let's start from the top. Claudine: I wouldn't have it any other way! Claudine: Hey... Have you noticed, Tendo Maya? Maya: Of course, Saijo Claudine. For a while now... Claudine: She's been watching this whole time... Hikari. She's probably trying to stay hidden. Maya: So it would seem. In that case, let's continue concentrating only on our lesson. Claudine: Ah, she came in...! Hikari: ............ Maya: She left something behind. Claudine: A box... It looks like an empty tissue box. Maya: Mister White is drawn on it. Maya: "Let Mister White Santa know what presents you wish for!" Claudine: You surprised me. What are you saying all of a sudden? Maya: That's what it says in the speech bubble. Claudine: Presents from Santa... Then that means your guess was correct after all? Maya: So it would seem. Maya: However, apparently the recipient of the surprise is not only Karen-chan, like I had thought... Claudine: I guess the plan is to surprise all of us as well. If so, we'll have to cooperate. Maya: Yes, let's join forces with the others.

Chapter 3: It Was All Mister White's Doing?

Karen: Okay, I'd like to get started today with the... Hikari-chan's Surprise, Epic Emergency Meeting! Mahiru and Nana: Wooow, clapclapclap. Claudine: So, what's Hikari-chan doing today? Mahiru: She's in our room drawing portraits of all of us. She's really focused! Kaoruko: Why portraits...? Futaba: Isn't she drawing them for us? I'd guess. Karen: That's it... That's it! Maya: For our presents... How lovely. Karen: Waa~, I can't wait! Junna: The paint set Nana found came in handy. Nana: It was a used one from B-group's art team, but I'm glad it was useful to her. Karen: Oooo~~, I wanna hurry and see them~ The portraits Hikari-chan draws! Hikari: ...Portraits? Karen: Wah! H-H-H-Hikari-chan!? Hikari: ...What were you guys talking about? Karen: Wh-, What were we-, errr, uhhh.... Kaoruko: We were talking about the New Year. Karen: Wha-, huh!? Kaoruko: "Let's visit a shrine on New Year's that has blessings for the performing arts and pray for the Seisho Festival to be successful♪" is what we were saying. Futaba: Exactly. You'll go too, of course, right, Kagura? Hikari: ...Yeah, I'll go. Hikari: Oh... I have shopping to do. Later. Futaba: Sure. It's cold out, so bundle up. Junna: And don't forget to get permission to go out. Karen: Do you have your handkerchief!? What about your phone!? Hikari: I'm fine. I'm heading out now. Karen and Futaba: Pheeeww~~ Karen: Th-thank god. We covered that up somehow. Futaba: Karen~! You get way too flustered! Karen: I'm sorryyy! My head started spinning! Maya: Hanayagi-san, that was a wonderful improvisation. Claudine: It was thanks to you that we were able to fool her so well. Kaoruko: Fufun, that much is a piece of cake. Futaba: Yeah, 'cause you're always lying. Kaoruko: Please don't add unnecessary comments.

Hikari: I'm back. Hikari: (No one's here.) Hikari: (That's fortunate, though. I can practice wrapping here.) *rip* Hikari: (Ah... It tore...) Hikari: (What am I gonna do, the wrapping bag-...) Hikari: (...Should I hand it over unwrapped? But then it wouldn't feel like a present...) Hikari: (What should I do...) Mahiru: Hikari-chan, what are you doing? Hikari: Wah! Mahiru... Umm... Nothing much. Mahiru: Is that so? Okay then. Mahiru: ............ Mahiru: Hey, Hikari-chan. Hikari: Yeah? Mahiru: Y'know, spring cleaning is soon, so I'm going to start sorting things I want to keep or throw away. Hikari: Okay? Mahiru: Things will probably start piling up with everything I don't need, but don't mind me, okay? Hikari: Right... Got it. Hikari: (...Safe. But still, the wrapping bag...) Mahiru: Huh? What was this box again? Mahiru: Ah, it's the box we used for wrapping during Halloween. Hikari: (Wrapping...!?) Mahiru: Oh, that's right, we had too much of it, didn't we? I don't plan to use it, but throwing it away would be a waste... Mahiru: I guess I'll put it in the 'don't need' pile for now. It'd be nice if someone could find a use for it~ Hikari: (If she doesn't need it then... I can take it... right?) Hikari: (......) Hikari: (Thanks, Mahiru.) Hikari: (Hmmm...) Hikari: (The wrapping came out okay, but now the painting... I can't get the colors how I want them.) Hikari: ............ Kaoruko: Ka~gu~ra~han. Hikari: ! Kaoruko: You're painting in a place like this? What's the drawing? Hikari: ...It's a secret. Kaoruko: Oh, too bad. Kaoruko: Ah, that reminds me, Karen-han was looking for you. She said it was urgent. Hikari: Karen was? Alright, I'll go. Hikari: But don't peek at this. Kaoruko: Of course. I wouldn't even pretend to uncover your secret. Hikari: ...That's fine, then. (Hikari exits) Kaoruko: She was so desperate to keep it hidden. But I'll be taking it from here. Futaba: Huh? Kaoruko, what are you doing here--... wait, what ARE you doing!? Kaoruko: Giving Kagura-han a hand. Look at the palette. She mixed the colors too much, it's pitch black. Futaba: Ah~ I see... So you're doing it for her? Kaoruko: Mixing colors is my specialty~ Futaba: Even though you're clumsy with your fingers. Kaoruko: That's only because I don't bother to try. Futaba: But if you mix them for her, even Kagura will realize something's up. Futaba: What're you gonna do if she figures out we're on to her surprise? Kaoruko: That's why I borrowed this little guy from Kagura-han. Futaba: Mister White...?

Hikari: (Karen said there wasn't anything urgent... Why then?) Hikari: (Anyways, time to get back to--... Hm?) Hikari: The colors are done...? Hikari: But, who--... Ah-- Hikari: Mister White! What are you doing here? Hikari: (Could it be... Mister White helped me out?) Hikari: ............ Hikari (Keeping the tree hidden and obtaining the wrapping supplies...) Hikari: (I thought it was a stroke of good luck, but maybe...) Hikari: (All of it was thanks to Mister White's support?) Hikari: ...Thank you, Mister White.

Chapter 4: Exchanging Presents

Karen: Everyone, tomorrow's the day! Kaoruko: We just barely covered our asses, but we made it this far. Claudine: But for someone like Hikari, this is pretty decent, no? Mahiru: Apparently the portraits are done and the wrapping came out well. Junna: I guess once the tree is decorated, everything will be complete. Nana: I wonder what kind of decorations she's going to use~, I can't wait♪ Mahiru: Well... apparently it's already complete. Futaba: Wha-, like that? Kaoruko: It still looks like it came straight from the mall. How is this poor excuse for a Christmas tree complete? Mahiru: I know, but... Last night, Hikari-chan... Mahiru: I heard her saying, "Yep, now it's complete!".... Mahiru: She's in our room tearing up cotton to use as snow decoration, but other than that there's no ornaments or anything... Claudine: Even so... She put together portraits of all eight of us as presents... That's pretty amazing, don't you think? Maya: Yes. I'm sure acquiring a real fir tree must have been tough, as well. Junna: They say when Santa comes everyone is joyful, but to think Kagura-san would go to this much trouble... Karen: Hikari-chan.... I think she wants to express her gratitude. To all of us. Karen: She's been waiting to be on stage with all of us... Nana: Karen-chan... Karen: That's why Hikari-chan wanted to play the part of Santa who surprises everyone with happiness! Futaba: Gratitude, huh? ...She could have just done it face-to-face. Mahiru: True, but this is Hikari-chan we're talking about. Kaoruko: Well, I can certainly see the love and care she's putting into those portraits. Nana: It makes me happy that Hikari-chan's putting so much thought into this. Junna: Playing the part of Santa... huh? Junna: Sneaking in through the chimney at night almost seems appropriate for Kagura-san. Mahiru: ............ Mahiru: Hey, you guys, I've been thinking... Mahiru: What do you think of giving a surprise present to Hikari-chan who's been working so hard for us? Karen: Ooh! Returning the favor!? Claudine: It's not returning the favor. It's Christmas, so we'd just be exchanging presents. Futaba: A counter-surprise, yeah? Kaoruko: I like that. Let's turn the tables and surprise Kagura-han too. Nana: But what should the present be? Mahiru: So I was thinking... how about filling up Hikari-chan's tree with decorations? Karen: Ooh, Mahiru-chan, that's really good! Junna: But is that okay? Shouldn't we mind our own business? Karen: Junjun! It's Hikari-chan, she'll definitely be happy! Karen: I think her number one wish is... to spend a fun Christmas together with everyone! Junna: Karen... You're right. Junna: Alright, let's give it our all decorating and surprise Kagura-san! Everyone: Yeah! Nana: It's decided♪ Then, I think I'll decorate it with one of my frog mascots. Nana: What about you, Junna-chan? Junna: Me? Glasses, of course. Futaba: That's our class rep. Kaoruko: That's our class rep, for sure. Junna: So what are you two going to decorate it with? Kaoruko: A perfume pouch for me. If I use one with a string, it'll look just like an ornament. Futaba: I'll use a bike keychain! There's one I especially like. Kaoruko: Why not use the daruma I gave you? Futaba: What would a daruma be doing on a Christmas tree? Rejected. Claudine: You're all so free-spirited. I'll decorate it with a normal ornament. Maya: Like a stocking or a wreath? Claudine: An Eiffel Tower ornament! Maya: Is that... normal? Claudine: It's normal in France! Claudine: ...And? What do you intend to use, Tendo Maya? Maya: Baumkuchen. Claudine: Bau-... That's not normal either! Futaba: That's our Tendo. Kaoruko: That's our Tendo-han, for sure. Mahiru: What are you going to do, Karen-chan? Karen: Hmmmm. I'm still puzzled. Karen: What should I dooo? Should I use this crown hairpin? Karen: But this is the hairpin that symbolizes my promise with Hikari-chan, I get thrown off if I don't wear it... Karen: Waaahhh, I can't think of anything! What about you, Mahiru-chan? Mahiru: There are so many things I could decorate it with, I can't really decide either... Futaba: Well, for now we're on watch until Kagura goes to sleep. Sometime tonight she'll probably put up the snow decoration too. Nana: Let's work hard to show her our feelings, okay? To tell her that we love her too♪ Kaoruko: I'm gonna go back to my room and set up the perfume pouch. Mahiru: We should go think about our decorations too! Maya: Aijo-san, will you contact us once Kagura-san is asleep? Karen: Okay, got it!

Chapter 5: How Christmas Eve Was Spent

Mahiru: (What kind of ornament should I decorate the tree with?) Mahiru (Suzdal Cat could work, or maybe my baton.) Mahiru: (Oh, but, a baton would probably be too big, huh?) Karen: Hey, hey, Mahiru-chan. Mahiru: What's up, Karen-chan? Karen: Do you want to go shopping now? Mahiru: Shopping? Is there something you need? Karen: Well, I feel like I'll be a hindrance to Hikari-chan if I go back to our room now and... Karen: I still can't think of what to decorate her tree with! Karen: So, I wanted to look for it with you! Mahiru: Yeah, okay! There's still time before curfew, let's dress warm and head out. Karen: Yeah! Let's go, let's go!

Mahiru: It feels like it's been forever since the two of us went out together. Karen: We've been so busy with preparations for the Seisho Festival, after all! Mahiru: Yeah. But I want to visit lots of places again like we did as first years. Karen: I know, right! Like the clothes store or CD store or the zoo! Mahiru: Fufu, that brings me back to our first year. Karen: Yeah! But Mahiru-chan... You've changed since back then, y'know? Mahiru: Y-You think? Mahiru: (It's embarrassing, so I don't really want to remember, though...) Mahiru: Ah... That reminds me, wasn't it around here that I met you during the entrance exams? Karen: Huh? Oh... was it? Mahiru: It was~ I didn't know how to get to the school... Then you came along and saved me. Karen: Ah~ That's right~! We sure had to book it after that! Mahiru: Yeah, we had to run for our lives so that we weren't late! Fufu, that takes me back. Karen: Yeah, yeah♪ You gave me some of your lunch and you were with me the whole time, so even though it was the entrance exams, I wasn't even that nervous~ Mahiru: It was the same for me. Watching you reminded me of my little sisters. Mahiru: It made me think, "I have to pull myself together." Karen: Wow~, did it really!? Well then, I was right to view you as a big sister~! Mahiru: Fufu, maybe. Mahiru: Ah... If we don't hurry we won't have enough time before curfew. Run, Karen-chan! Karen: Ah, wa-, wait up~! Onee-cha~~n!

Karen: Wa~h! There's so many cute decorations, I can't choose! Mahiru: These decorative lights are wonderful too. If we string these up, it'll be even more Christmas-y. Karen: Yeah, yeah, that'll really make it feel like a tree! Mahiru: I'll take these, then... Next is... Karen: Hm? Hey, hey, Mahiru-chan! Look at this...! Mahiru: Ah-! Suzdal Cat! Mahiru: And it's the Christmas version, too. He looks so cute in the Santa hat~♪ Karen: You really like this guy, huh~? Mahiru: But he's so cute, though. He's cute, right? Karen: Uh... Sure, but his eyes are kinda... Mahiru: He's cute, right? Karen: Oh. Yes. Of course. Mahiru: Yepyep, then I'll take this too... Karen: Wah! Mahiru-chan, look, look! Karen: It says there's a display of Hokkaido products on the sixth floor! Mahiru: A display of products, huh...? Mahiru: Maybe they'll have Jagahiru mascots there! Karen: Jagahiru! I like that one too! Karen: I know! Mahiru-chan, why don't you use Jagahiru as a tree decoration? Mahiru: Oh, that might be good! Karen: Then, let's go look for one! Mahiru: Oh, but Karen-chan, what about your decoration...? Karen: It's fine, it's fine, I'm sure I'll spot one soon! For now, let's go get Jagahiru♪

Karen: ...I didn't spot a decoration at all... Mahiru: That's what I was trying to tell you~... Karen: What am I gonna do~ What would make a good decoration~ Mahiru: Hmm... I want to go around to more shops, but if we don't return soon, it'll be curfew... Mahiru: Huh...? Mahiru: Look, Karen-chan. A big Christmas tree... Karen: Huh? Whoa, you're right. It's so big, it didn't even register. Mahiru: I can't believe how many decorations there are... Mahiru: Sparkling globes and bells. Holly leaves and candy canes. Maybe... we could use this as a hint. Karen: Yeah... There are a bunch of other decorations, too... Karen: Ah-! Karen: I've got it, Mahiru-chan! That's what I'll decorate it with!! Mahiru: Huh, where, where? Karen: There! The star on top! The "Top Star"! Mahiru: The star on top... Now that you mention it, Hikari-chan's tree didn't have a star. Karen: Right? I was thinking that something was missing~ Karen: Do you think Hikari-chan would like it? Mahiru: Yeah, she definitely will! Mahiru: We can't let Hikari-chan's tree go without a star! Karen: Yeah, you're right! A star it is, then! Thanks, Mahiru-chan! Mahiru: Ehehe, don't mention it♪

Chapter 6: Surprise Christmas Party

Hikari: (...I didn't get a wink of sleep.) Hikari: Fwaah... Hikari: (Okay... Time to put the finishing touches on the tree.) Hikari: ...Huh. Hikari: (The tree became all fancy!) Hikari: (Baumkuchen and Suzdal Cat?) Hikari: (S-... Such freedom...!) Karen: Fwaa~... Morning, Hikari-chan. Hikari: -! Karen...! Karen: Jeez~ You didn't hide the tree at all, silly. It sure was tough pretending not to know~ Hikari: ...! Karen: C'mon, let's put the star on together! Hikari: (The tree's "Top Star"...! Did she prepare this for today...?) Karen: (Thank you, Karen...)

Karen: Hikari-chan! Isn't Banana's Christmas lunch tasty? Hikari: Yeah, it's good. Hikari: ...It's about time. Karen: Hikari-chan? Hikari: Everyone. These are presents from me--...no, from Santa-san. Claudine: Oh my. Is this the presents we were told to ask Mister White for? Maya: "Let Mister White Santa know what presents you wish for!" All: !? Maya: That's what was written on the box. Claudine: You're enjoying that, aren't you? Hikari: That's not what the real Mister White sounds like. Maya: Ohh... Well now, perhaps you can inform me all about that later? Claudine: Don't get her riled up over weird things, Hikari! Hikari: ...? Karen: Hey, hey, Hikari-chan! Can I open the present from Mister White Santa now? Hikari: Yeah. Karen: Yaaay! What is it, what is it~ Karen: Ooh!? Hey, I look pretty cool! Is this how I look to you, Hikari-chan!? Hikari: No, it's how you look to Mister White. Karen: Ah, right, my bad. Mahiru: Hey, Hikari-chan? These yellow things surrounding me, could they be... Hikari: Potatoes. Mahiru: So the potato image follows me that strongly... Futaba: Oh, this is a nice picture! It's me holding Kaoruko's fan up proudly! Kaoruko: Mine has me riding Futaba-han's bike. This came out looking pretty good. Hikari: 'Cause the two of you are like sisters. Nana: My hair looks like real bananas♪ So cute~♪ Junna: I'm impressed you were able to recall them all, but isn't there too many glasses in this? Hikari: They're your most distinctive feature. Maya: I get the sense of a strong will from this portrait... Thank you, I gladly accept it. Claudine: I won't lose to that! The many colors used in mine brings my gorgeousness to the forefront! Hikari: Colors... Hikari: Mister White mixed the colors for me. Kaoruko: Ohh, did he now~? Nana: Ah, Hikari-chan, speaking of Mister White...

Nana: Ta-daaah♪ There's a Mister White cake, too~♪ Hikari: Wow... Is it real? Nana: It's real♪ Hikari: It looks tasty... but I'd feel bad eating it. Nana: Fufu, I can make it for you anytime, so why not have a bite? Hikari: Anytime... Tomorrow, even? Nana: Okay♪ I could make it every day, even♪ Hikari: Then... I'll eat it. Thanks for the food. Mahiru: Hikari-chan looks like she's really enjoying it. Nana: I'm glad I could make something that could turn into a wonderful memory. Karen: Let's make lots of fun memories next year, too! Hikari: Gobblegobble. Futaba: Hahah, we can't understand you, y'know. Kaoruko: And yet, she got her point across pretty well, I think. How very mysterious. Junna: To greet the new year and make it a bountiful one, let's start by cleaning the dorms tomorrow. Claudine: As long as a certain clumsy someone doesn't knock over the bucket. Maya: Fufu. It seems we'll be making many memories from now on.

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