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| - The dawn began to wake as a certain cherry-headed figure rose from their bed. They were a young man who bore the appearance of a young, very feminine male with a petite and slender frame, much like a woman's, and light brown eyes. He had light pink hair which reached down to his waist, and was tied up in a simple braid, and had two bangs going down to his chin. His skin was as white as snow, showing little sign of age. Rubbing his hazel eyes with his small, lithe hands, Zakura Terui stood to his feet, letting out a sigh of relief. These days in Amanogawa City had been full of boredom, that was for sure—not to mention something else. Trudging down the stairs, the cherry-haired young man noticed a certain somebody; a highly effeminate male, whose features were almost completely feminine in appearance. He possessed wide hips, long legs, and droopy eyes as he slept peacefully. His blonde hair was worn in a bun which spiked up slightly at the top, gently flowing out to the left side, with several strands of hair sticking out at the sides of the bun as sort of waves. He wore a Lycrois flower on the right side of his hair. From the looks of it, this person, Yuuki Kaburagi had been cooking him breakfast—a healthy breakfast was the overture to a good day, as they said. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Yuuki placed a plate full of pancakes, topped with whipped cream and honey; to be more precise, it appeared like a happy face. …Huh. How odd. Zakura glanced at it for a few more moments, before questioning, "…Hey, Yuuki, is it just me, or do these pancakes look like they're in black-face?" Yuuki sighed, "…Zakura, just eat them, okay?" Zakura couldn't stand the unfortunate implications of such pancakes any longer, as he snapped, "No! I am offended by the insensitivity of this breakfast!" He shouted down at the stack of pancakes, "Fuck you, racist pancake!" Yuuki applied his palm to his forehead in exasperation. Really, he didn't know why exactly he liked Zakura Terui, other than what they did in the bedroom. Kachihi Amagase slowly trudged down the stairs, noticing the stack of pancakes upon the table. "Ohh, so this is what's for breakfast?" "Too early..." Fumiko was rubbing his eyes, yawning like a little kitten. "Don't yell at your food Zakura..." Zakura snapped, "Can you not comprehend the situation!? These stack of pancakes is surpressing the minorities! We must burn it at the stake at once- or, we could cook them on a steak. Then I'd eat them...I don't know where I'm going with this one anymore." "Zakura, eat the pancake, or so help me, I will take you to another room and ram your ass." Fumiko said irritably, pulling milk out of the fridge. "I'm not joking, I don't care how much Yuuki-san stabs me later." Zakura froze up, before hesitantly picking up his knife and fork, digging in. "...Well, then. I am not one to approve of incest...or am I- but that is not the problem here. Do not sexually harrass people, Fumiko." Zakura said all this while grasping Yuuki's rear end tightly. "Hypocrite." Fumiko muttered. "Now that I think on it, Zakura is rather cute. I think I may try and do him anyway." Rika stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and wearing a frilly pink nightgown that he loved because Kachihi had given it to him. "Why is Zakura yelling so early...? I was sleeping..." Zakura waved nonchalantly, while continuing to chow down. "...Top of the mornin'." Kachihi prodded disinterestedly at the pancakes, remarking, "...Huh." Still, he wasn't too sure of anything anymore. Was he a clone? Was he his own person? These questions boggled his mind to the extreme. "...Oh, heya Rika. That science guy sent me a letter- he wants us down at his lab soon." "Master?" Rika walked over to Kachihi, hugging him and enjoying the feel of the silk against his skin. He breathed in, taking in Kachihi's smell, something else he enjoyed. Notably, the gown was a bit transparent, and Rika only wore panties underneath, and the awkward bending pose he was in gave anyone a decent view of his behind. "What does Master want with us?" Kachihi froze up, as a slight shade of crimson crossed his snow-white skin. "Uhm..." He shook his head to clear himself of such sexy thoughts. He inhaled deeply. "...Yes, that's right." Awkwardness crept up his spine, as he continued, "...That science guy wanted to head to his lab post-haste and bring along the Crimson Dragon Emperor, aka..." He glanced at Zakura choking on his pancakes. "...Zakura." "What about the girls?" Rika asked, resting his chin on Kachihi's shoulder. "I don't want to bring them near Master again..." "Yuuki-san can watch them." Fumiko suggested. "They love her." Yuuki's ears perked up upon hearing such a thing, replying with a gentle smile, "...Oh, sure. I'm more than happy to look after them." Kachihi arched his back, yawning while materializing his clothes in an instant, "...Alright, everyone's ready, right?" Before Zakura could finish, Kachihi gripped the Crimson Sovereign Emperor's arm, beginning to drag him off. "You're going too, got it?" "Kachihi, we're eating dammit!" Fumiko snapped, sitting down with a bowl of "Yandere O's". "He didn't say "Team Kachihi, blast off at the speed of light". Let us eat or so help me you're in for a fight." "Besides, I'm not properly dressed, Kachihi..." Rika looked slightly embarrassed at the thought of leaving in his gown. "I can't appear before Master like this..." Kachihi sighed, "...Alright, alright..." He really didn't think this through. Zakura nudged Kachihi with his elbow, remarking, "Looks like you should prepare for trouble, and make it double, eh?" At such a reference, Kachihi applied his palm to his forehead in exasperation, scowling. Rika also delivered an obligatory hug to Fumiko, which made the vampire-child smile, if slightly. Rika did love Fumiko, just to a lesser degree than Kachihi. "Yuuki, you won't get the twins into any trouble, will you?" He asked, concerned. "...Not that they don't get into enough trouble without help..." Yuuki bowed acceptingly. "...No, of course not." It was especially evident as the ZERO-ARMS: Tsukuyomi no longer had hold over her that she was incapable of doing harm. Or was she? It didn't take long to finish eating, and everyone prepared to head out to meet their mad scientist comrade. Exactly what did he want with them?
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