Tenchi Muyo! in the World

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Next morning-.
Having the sun shine on his cheeks, Yoshyo sighed in his bed.
'It's a about time - Ah, here she comes.'
A sound of Misaki's steps was heard from the sidewall of the Tenjyu. Usually she slammed the window and jumped into Yoshyo's room, though, that day the noise of the leaves scraping stopped just in front of the window.
In wonder, Yoshyo turned to the window. He could not see Misaki, but instead he heard her hesitating voice.
'- Yoshyo-chan - No - Yoshyo-dono. Are you awake?'
'Yes. Good morning Misaki-sama.'
'You see, from today I'll not be able to wake you up. I'm sorry.'
'- er no. I can wake up by my self already. Please do not care about it.'
'You're right. You are already a man. Good bye then, Yoshyo-dono.'
The sound of moving along the sidewall faded. It cannot be her idea making up such decision. Moreover, she will never call him by "dono" not "chan". Thinking so, Yoshyo understood that Seto must have said something to her for him.
Listening to the sound getting smaller, Yoshyo sighed.
However Yoshyo did not notice that this sigh was not for a relief. He did not find out his real feelings. Yoshyo, being 12 years old, was already a man but still a boy.

What made Yoshyo slightly notice his feeling was the happening at that evening.
The bell rang at that night, informing him of a visitor.
'Who is it?'
Replying to Yoshyo's words, a diffident voice of Aeka came in.
'-Oni-sama.'
'Is it you Aeka? It is surprising of you coming in from the front door. Oh, come in.'
Usually Aeka would come in showing a full smile on her face. But this time there was no sign of opening the door and Yoshyo closed the book he was reading and stood up in wonder.
'What's wrong? You are really quiet today- hm!?' Opening the door Yoshyo gasped seeing Aeka.
There stood Aeka having her hair all in dark purple and the stinging out hairstyle was changed to a gentle and beautiful way.
'Aeka - what happened to your hair-?'
Yoshyo never saw the childhood of his mother Funaho and only the pictures elder than 14 did he know, but he imagined that Funaho should have been like Aeka standing in front of him just now when she was young. Then he noticed that Aeka must have changed her hair element by a genetic surgery closer to her father, which was more similar to Funaho's, in order to be an ideal woman for Yoshyo.
(It's true that I think Mother as my ideal woman. But - .'
'Yoshyo Oni-sama. Is Aeka's hair style - strange?'
In a diffident but firmed way, she looked up and asked Yoshyo.
'Did not Misaki-sama say anything about it?'
'Cute she said and hugged me and didn't let me go for an hour.'
'I see. You look very nice Aeka…'
In spite of his words something itched inside his heart. He noticed that it was the same pain he had felt since he heard about the engagement from Aeka, though still he did not know the reason for it. He did not dislike Aeka. He did care of his mother's situation and accepted the marriage, but who would not love a young sister who yearns with a pure heart?
Though the pain continued.
It singed his heart.
Not to let her notice his feelings, Yoshyo smiled at Aeka and said.
'You really are cute.'
'Thank you Oni-sama. I'll show everyone my hair style!'
'Ok…'
She must have been so happy praised by her brother, Aeka nodded in pleasure and ran out through the hall. As Mother and daughter, her style running away looked just as Misaki.
Suddenly a shadow passed over Yoshyo's face.
He now knew his real feelings.

Next morning Yoshyo woke up as usual and heard Misaki passing through the leaves of the Tenjyu approaching his room.
Imagining the surprised face of Yoshyo waken up, Misaki must be laughing by now.
Yoshyo's heart beat rapidly.
The sound stopped just beside the window.
'Yoshyo-chan--! Good morning!!' laughing merrily Misaki will cry out.
The intention of Yoshyo came to a peak. - Yes, usually it was so -.
But now-.
'- Good morning Yoshyo-dono.'
Not to show herself, Misaki called him from behind the wall not in the usual merry voice but in a low tone as yesterday.
'Good morning Misaki-sama.'
Yoshyo replied pretending to be calm and not to make her notice his feelings. He held from springing out from the bed and dashing to the window side.
Without any other word Misaki moved away.
Yoshyo felt his eyes having tears coming out. The tears dropped from his cheeks and changed the color of his pillow. Trembling his lips, Yoshyo whispered,
'-Misaki…sama…'
He did not move till the sound of the leaves made by Misaki faded.
Since then, this turned out to be his new daily life.