Thanks a bunch to the readers. I'm glad that I was able to make some of you laugh; I guess I succeeded in my mission, then! ^_^ Thank you very much, reviewers. Know that it is always immensely appreciated and that it keeps me going.

So here it is, almost a year since I first started this story, I'm finally able to post the last chapter! Ahahaha... xD

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VII. Caught

"Youko, you truly are an evil person."

"Oh my, thank you for the compliment."

Youko and Sei were sitting in the Rose Mansion, preparing for the Yamayurikai Christmas party. Contrary to a few days before, the sun was shining radiantly and the sky was vivid blue. It was as if the weather was reflecting Mizuno Youko's good mood.

"And you are really enjoying this, aren't you," Sei said as she was taking notes on what to buy for the party.

"Don't be so innocent," Youko replied. "Wouldn't you? I think we will finally get to see some progress after these few, actually rather uninteresting months." The Red Rose smirked and flipped through a magazine containing festivity tips. "Should we decorate the room in gold or would you rather use red and green colours?"

"You sure are certain of yourself." Sei stopped writing to look at her friend with her typical Sei-grin. "But I guess it'll indeed be more interesting from now on. Still, it doesn't change the fact that you manipulated things…"

"You can hardly say I manipulated things," Youko said, still flipping through the magazine, not entirely successful in hiding the amusement in her voice. "I just had a little chat with her, saw how she reacted on it and drew conclusions from that. There's really nothing manipulative about what I've done."

Sei laughed. "Youko, you're evil for not letting me have some fun too, you're evil because you like yaoi that much but most of all, you're evil because you seem to succeed every time without anyone knowing you even did something."

Youko looked up from her magazine and smiled at the White Rose. "And I know you love it. Alright, I've decided. We'll decorate the room with golden ornaments."

The two rosas continued to work in silence until the other members of the Yamayurikai entered the room. After doing the preparations for the party together, the topic was quickly and unsubtly changed by Youko.

"Everyone," she began. "What if we invited Yumi-chan to the party? It might be a splendid opportunity for Sachiko to finally make Yumi-chan her soeur." She turned to Sachiko, looking at the girl with a stern expression on her face. "After all, weren't you the one who said you would make her your petite soeur? It has been a couple of months already, and we still haven't seen any results."

As soon as Youko had mentioned the ever so heavenly Yumi and the ever so sensitive topic of making mentioned girl her imouto, Sachiko had tried her best to keep her left eye from twitching. It irked her to no end to hear her onee-sama's proposal, because she knew what the older girl was trying to do. (Sachiko made a mental note to herself to not be such an evil onee-sama for her petite soeur; in fact, she would be quite the opposite.)

"Rosa Chinensis, that is a wonderful idea," Eriko agreed. "If Sachiko brings Yumi-chan to the party, then she can see for herself what she can be a part of if she was to accept Sachiko's rosary."

"Plus, it'll also be a great opportunity for Yumi-chan to get to see the side of Sachiko when she's in the presence of people who already know her," Sei added. "That way, Sachiko can simply act the way she normally does and enjoy herself to the fullest. I bet if there is anything that interests Yumi-chan in Sachiko, that'd be it."

By now, Sachiko was unable to keep her left eye from twitching; honestly, why were those people meddling so much with affairs that weren't really their business to begin with?! Moreover, they were talking as if she wasn't even there to hear what they were saying! And how dared Sei acting like she knew all about Yumi! Was the White Rose trying to get her jealous on purpose?!

"Yes, very good point, Rosa Gigantea," Youko said. "So, Sachiko, don't forget to invite Yumi-chan to the party then, okay?" The Rose smiled sweetly at her petite soeur, who was too stunned and furious to reply in a proper manner. It was not that she would mind the company of Yumi, but she simply didn't want her onee-sama and Sei to be there when she was with Yumi. Her onee-sama, for one, knew how she really felt for the younger girl, so she would probably see her actions around Yumi as indecent (but not all of them were, honestly) and Sachiko suspected that Sei probably also knew a bit more of the matter.

"What's the matter, Sachiko, lost your tongue?" Youko asked innocently when the only reaction she got from her petite soeur was one of weird facial expressions and twitching of the left eye.

"Onee-sama-" Sachiko began angrily, but she was interrupted by Youko.

"Sachiko, don't force yourself on things. Yumi is always welcome at the Christmas party, but it's up to you to invite her, so you still have the last call."

Youko gave her petite soeur a knowing smile and changed the subject to the upcoming new year, but Sachiko wasn't listening anymore. It was so troublesome to have Mizuno Youko as your onee-sama; one moment the girl could be so meddlesome to the point it became as annoying as seeing Kashiwagi dressing up like a woman for the nth time, the other she was the most understanding onee-sama you could ask for. Sachiko sighed mentally; Youko had just said she didn't have to force herself on things, but perhaps that was exactly the thing she was going to do the day after the next-- actually, that was what she had been doing since the moment she had met Yumi. Like she cared. As long as she got Yumi, it was all fine.

And so the fated day appeared…

The Fukuzawa household was in a state of emergency, all thanks to one pigtail-wearing person. Yumi was running to and fro in the house while shouting instructions to the poor people who were helping her out, meaning her parents and Yuuki. There was really no reason for Yumi to run around the house as the only place she actually needed to be was the kitchen, but the energizer bunny in the girl had awakened from its slumbering sleep and was now dominating her actions. Yumi welcomed the feeling of being so pumped up; it would help her in making sure Sachiko would enjoy the evening. Obviously, she had no idea that Sachiko's ideal form of enjoyment wasn't to have a cosy dinner with Yumi but rather to eat the younger girl.

"Yuuki, be sure to fold the napkins properly!" Yumi shouted at her brother while untying her apron; the preparations for the dinner were finally done. "I'm going upstairs now to change! Sachiko-sama's going to be here in fifteen minutes!"

Yumi dashed upstairs to her room and closed the door. She had decided to wear a sleeveless red dress and a black bolero; the simple combination wasn't all that bad-looking, Yumi thought. She wondered if she'd ever look as elegant as Sachiko, but then sighed and shook her head. That would never happen in a lifetime; Yumi didn't think of herself as ugly, but Sachiko simply possessed a natural grace and beauty not seen with any other living organism she knew (except perhaps for the hippopotamus). Plus, she had to admit it; the older girl had a body to die for. That particular aspect of Sachiko wasn't the thing that Yumi found the most appealing part of the older girl, but it was undeniable that Sachiko's body resembled that of a Brazilian supermodel. To her embarrassment, Yumi noticed what she was in fact thinking and noticed where her trains of thoughts were going to lead her to if she kept it up.

It was very hard for Yumi to admit it, but nowadays she thought about Sachiko quite often that way, going practically gaga over the girl's body. It was not something she had control of. Obviously, her thinking like that was a direct result from everything that had happened to her since she had started to hang out with the members of the Yamayurikai, the conversation with Rosa Chinensis being the last of memorable events. Remembering that moment, Yumi was rather glad she hadn't seen anyone from the Yamayurikai anymore since that day. They probably had been very busy with the preparations for the Yamayurikai Christmas Party. She remembered Yoshino telling her something about it-- that was after she had first listened to Yoshino's ideas of making Rei skip the half-date with the impudent girl who had had the nerve of finding the yellow card, going from locking Rei up in her room to promising her something 'good' if she didn't go (Yumi had no idea what Yoshino had meant with that statement, but she had not wanted to find out because her friend had worn a silly grin on her face back then). However, even though she occasionally had sensual images of Sachiko in her head, Yumi was now of opinion that everything what Youko had told her was just plain rubbish. She had come to that conclusion after having thought about the matter calmly for a few days-- unlike the day of the conversation, where her emotions had taken away her ability of logic thinking. It had been pretty easy, really. She had not at all behaved the way Youko had pointed out. She was not trying to become Sachiko's soeur or lover. She just wanted them to be good friends. And the reason for the Sachiko-fantasies was that her brain was seriously corrupted. Hanging out with the Yamayurikai sure had its consequences. But the only thing that mattered, Yumi mused, was that she would be able to face Sachiko normally today.

Compared to Ogasawara Sachiko's thoughts, however, Yumi's were that of a pure, angelic maiden. Sachiko was on her way to Yumi's house, sitting in the backseat of a luxurious car. She was feeling nervous and excited, because the outcome of months of hard labour would be known in a few hours. Even though she had barely gotten any sleep during the night, she wasn't feeling tired at all, for a tired person could not do this and that to Yumi. Recalling what she had dreamt during the few hours of sleep she had had, Sachiko snickered. Hopefully that fantasy would be turned into reality in a not so distant future. Well, it probably would. Failure was no option for her.

In the meanwhile, Yumi was in the bathroom fixing her hair. Looking in the mirror, she decided that wearing her hair loose wouldn't make her look like a horrific monkey-eating beast and returned to her room. A pleasant feeling crawled into her stomach when she thought about the evening that was about to come; she would have fun, no doubt about it. She wondered what Sachiko's opinions would be on the food she had cooked together with her mother. The chicken stuffed with chocolate, nuts and fish balls was perhaps a bit of a weird dish, but when she had eaten it in some exotic restaurant during a vacation in Nagoya she had fallen in love with the unorthodox taste immediately. Hopefully Sachiko would feel the same way. The sound of the door bell made Yumi snap out of her musings; she quickly rushed downstairs before anyone else could open the door.

"Good evening, Sachiko-sama," Yumi greeted after yanking open the door, her cheeks a bit flustered from having run down the stairs. Sachiko smiled and greeted back, not believing what her eyes were seeing. Yumi, with her hair casually loose and cute pink cheeks. Yumi, in a dress that fitted her to a T, a dress that showed – admittedly – the few curves the girl possessed, but damn did they show those curves! It wouldn't be all that surprising to Sachiko if she had passed out due to anaemia right on the spot. But she couldn't afford letting her body react as it pleased. Instead she enthusiastically complimented Yumi on her looks, went inside and thanked the girl for the invitation.

"It smells good in here," Sachiko said when the aromas of several different dishes met her nose. She could vaguely recognise the scent of melted chocolate, tempura, chicken and several herbs she didn't know by name.

"I hope you'll like the taste as well," Yumi said and stretched out her arms. "Sachiko-sama, may I take your coat?"

"Oh, of course…"

When Sachiko took off her coat it was Yumi's turn to be completely speechless, because what she saw before her was the most beautiful sight ever she had ever seen. Sachiko was wearing a silver-coloured, low-cut spaghetti strap dress which stopped about an inch below the knees and was made of some fine, expensive-looking fabric. A fabulous silver necklace adorned the girl's pale and delicate neck, a gorgeous feature which was even more emphasized by Sachiko having pinned up her hair in an elegant knot. Because the girl's skin was so pale and almost angel-like, her slightly flushed cheeks were even more prominent and it amplified her natural beauty with a factor of a million. The sight was simply stunning. Yumi could hardly believe people like Sachiko could really exist and she could hardly believe Sachiko would dress up so fine just because she would be having dinner at her place, a house whose inhabitants were simple commoners.

Sachiko saw Yumi looking at her with big eyes that took in every centimetre of her body, went from slightly red to deep-red and positioned herself so Yumi could notice her womanly curves even better, meaning she had one hand on her hip and the other behind her head. This obvious change of pose didn't go unnoticed to Yumi, because more than ever Sachiko looked like she could be the winner of Japan's Next Top Model. To her delight, Sachiko saw the younger girl's eyes becoming even bigger. She didn't care that standing this way was actually a really moronic sight, because it had a most desired effect on Yumi.

"Good evening, Sachiko-san!" The voice of Yumi's mother made Yumi yelp in surprise and Sachiko quickly take a normal pose. Sachiko turned to Miki and bowed. "Good evening, thank you for having me over," et cetera et cetera, whatever polite Japanese people say when they are guests at someone's house.

"You look wonderful!" Miki looked at Sachiko in awe. "Don't you think so too, Yumi?"

"Yes, absolutely perfect," Yumi breathed. Then her eyes widened in shock. Sachiko blushed and tried her best not to grope Yumi.

"Shall we go to the dining room now?" Miki suggested. "The others are already waiting for us and they're dying to meet you, Sachiko-san."

As soon as they began dinner, Sachiko found herself answering tons of questions fired by Yumi's parents (do you have siblings, what is your father's profession, have you always gone to Lillian, do you think Brad Pitt is hot etc.). She could not even enjoy the wonderful sensation of sitting oh so very close to sexy Yumi, because she was too preoccupied with the questions. Yumi's parents didn't even notice Sachiko had not been able to take even one bite because of them.

"Mother, father, please..!" Yumi looked like she could die of embarrassment; her parents could really be so dense sometimes, which was actually the ultimate proof that Yumi was indeed their daughter. Sachiko looked at them and laughed lightly; the three of them had identical facial expressions now, resembling embarrassed people who wished there was a hole in which they could hide. It made Sachiko feel as though she had wandered in some sort of comical family show.

"Our apologies," Miki said sheepishly. "Where are our manners? Please, eat!"

Sachiko smiled and nodded, mouthed thank you to Yumi and took a bite of what Yumi had called 'Special Chicken Surprise'. The moment she tasted the food on her tongue, Sachiko had to keep herself from spraying everyone with the contents in her mouth. What she had just put in her mouth, tasted absolutely revolting; adding this to previous traumas, Sachiko was almost certain she could never eat chicken again. Was this some sort of cruel punishment from Maria-sama for making those Yumi-posters?! Yumi, being the daughter of her parents (no, really?), misinterpreted Sachiko's shaky smile and enthusiastically said, "Yes, it's quite good, isn't it? It's a recipe from a restaurant in Nagoya!"

Sachiko swallowed down the food whilst trying hard not to show that her biggest wish this very moment was to brutally murder the person who had given Yumi the recipe. "A-Are there fish balls stuffed in this chicken?" She asked shakily.

Yumi nodded. "And chocolate, and hazel nuts!" She was beaming so much that Sachiko didn't know what she wanted to do more: to hunt the recipe-giver down and bring him in a situation of infinite pain, or to take Yumi to her room and bring her in a situation of infinite pleasure.

"I see…" Lucky for Sachiko, the other dishes weren't even half as weird as the Special Chicken Surprise, but she was more grateful that the members of the Fukuzawa family didn't push her to take more of the unusual dish. Sachiko was enjoying herself immensely, even though she was simply having dinner. Being near Yumi, being able to talk to her and hang out with her, was enough for Sachiko to have a good time; those were the effects from that wonderful thing called love. She knew it sounded awfully corny, but it was the truth. Of course, doing those normal, everyday things with Yumi was far from being satisfying enough for her. She had been holding back for what seemed like a century by now, but luckily, holding back would finally come to an end today… Hmmm…

"Sachiko-sama, are you okay? You haven't taken a bite for three minutes and forty-two seconds by now," Yumi said worriedly when she saw Sachiko prod her food absent-mindedly.

"Woa Yumi, you actually counted that?" Yuuki seemed impressed by his sister's very useful ability. With Yumi by his side, he might not have to give up on those plans on conquering the world.

"Yes! It's one of those everyday life things I really enjoy myself with, next to reading and watching my toenails grow," Yumi answered excitedly.

Sachiko sighed; so why was it she had fallen in love with this girl? Sensing that Yumi was still looking at her, she turned her attention back to her food. The time to act was drawing nearer and nearer. After a few minutes she nudged Yumi and quietly, so no-one else could hear her, asked if she could have some time alone with her after dinner; there was something she wanted to show her. After a short silence, Yumi nodded and said they could go to her room. Now it was Yumi who was prodding her food absent-mindedly. The more she thought about it, the more uncertain she felt. Shaking her head, Yumi tried to get rid of the feeling. She didn't want to ruin the evening. For Sachiko's sake.

"The food was delicious, thank you very much," Sachiko said semi-truthfully after everyone had finished eating.

"It was no problem at all," Miki said. "Yumi has done most of the work. She had been so eager to make this dinner a success."

"Ahahahaha…" Yumi's face was turning a nice shade of pink. "Shall we go to my room now, Sachiko-sama? Then, eh, I can show you that book I've been talking about," she added when she saw her parents and Yuuki looking at her curiously. She wanted to avoid her family thinking odd things. Huh, wait. What odd things?!

"Yes, gladly," Sachiko replied. The two girls excused themselves and went upstairs together. Yumi closed the door behind them when they entered her room. She didn't release the door knob because she was painfully aware of the fact that she was all alone with Sachiko.

"Yumi?"

"Y-Yes, Sachiko-sama?" Yumi turned around and leaned against the door, feeling as if someone had raised the temperature in her room. Not only was she aware that they were by themselves, every little thing about Ogasawara Sachiko seemed to catch her attention now. The way her voice was soft yet slightly demanding, but gentle; the way her long, feminine fingers always tucked those few loose strands of hair behind her left ear, even now with her hair pinned up; the way those shiny, dark eyes looked at her as if nothing in the world existed in front of those eyes but her… Yumi felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She gritted her teeth; why was she thinking like that? Why was she feeling this way? Hadn't she concluded that she had a normal, friendly relationship with Sachiko? Why was it that she was thinking about Youko's words now? And why was Sachiko moving closer?!

"Yumi, do you like cookies?" Sachiko asked innocently.

Yumi stared at Sachiko, slightly confused. "Eh? Cookies?? Of course I do…"

"Ah, I'm glad. Here, would you like to have a cookie?" Sachiko took a bag of cookies out of her small purse and offered it to Yumi. "These are the result of my first attempt in baking cookies. I was hoping you wanted to try them and told me what you thought of them," Sachiko explained.

"Really? I'll gladly taste them, then," Yumi said. She felt like a heavy burden was lifted from her heart; Sachiko had simply wanted to show her some self-made cookies! She took one out of the bag and took a bite from the yellowish goodness.

"It tastes good!" Yumi exclaimed and she quickly put the rest of the biscuit in her mouth.

Sachiko's face considerably lit up. "Thank goodness! I'm so happy you like them, but-" she giggled "-you must really like it a lot, if the corners of your mouth are covered with crumbs!"

"They are?" Yumi touched the corners of her mouth, but didn't feel anything.

"Oh my, Yumi, let me wipe it for you," Sachiko said. Before Yumi could even protest, Sachiko was standing right in front of her, a mischievous smile visible on her face. Yumi automatically tried to back away, but realized with a shock that she was already standing with her back against the door. She almost uttered a shrill cry when she felt a soft finger stroking the right corner of her mouth.

"It's very important to keep your appearance tidy," Sachiko whispered and continued to stroke the corner of Yumi's mouth, holding the girl's chin.

"You're… right…" Yumi felt her heart beating franticly in her chest and she noticed she was holding her breath. The skin that was being touched had become over-sensitive all of a sudden. Sachiko was standing so close she could smell the perfume the girl was wearing-- a mixture of lemon and Dahlias.

"And your lips, they have crumbs on them too," Sachiko softly continued. She rubbed her thumb over Yumi's bottom lip while at the same time Yumi tried to wet it; Yumi's warm tongue came in contact with the finger for the barest of moments. Both girls widened their eyes in shock; both remained frozen solid, staring at each other with Sachiko's now slightly wet thumb still on Yumi's bottom lip. Yumi could not process what exactly had happened. What she did know, was that it had felt downright sensual and that friends normally didn't think that way. Sachiko was thinking the same, and it made her heart race painfully hard. Her actions had taken an unexpected, yet not unwelcome turn; but because of it, she was now at loss what to do, like Yumi. She felt that her urge to kiss the girl was stronger than ever, but the touch of Yumi's tongue had immobilized her completely. For exactly five seconds. Then her lips came crashing down on Yumi's.

If possible, Yumi's eyes widened even more when she felt Sachiko's lips pressed against hers, but soon all sense of logic vanished when a completely new sensation enveloped her body and senses, a burning heat she did not know she possessed, a burning heat that felt fabulous. Yumi closed her eyes and started to kiss Sachiko back, and realized to her amazement that she liked the forcefulness with which the girl was kissing her. She felt Sachiko press her body against her own, pushing it against the door; felt Sachiko's tongue seeking entrance in her mouth; felt how it massaged hers after gaining entrance; felt how her own hands were tangled up in Sachiko's hair, the girl's elegant knot completely loose by now. There were other things she was feeling, but the most important thing was that she noticed how good it all felt. She didn't know how much time had passed since they had begun kissing – it could have been minutes, days or weeks – but when they finally broke down their kiss, she had the feeling she had run her lungs out at a marathon.

"Y-Yumi…" Sachiko felt she was unable to say anything more than that. Her first kiss with Yumi had surpassed even her wildest dreams, and her dreams had been counted among the wildest of Japan.

"…" Yumi was trying to take deep breaths. Her body was still on fire and it wasn't going to cool down any time soon, especially not with the sight of a dishevelled Sachiko before her. How much she had admired Sachiko in the silver-coloured dress earlier the evening, the only thing she wished for now was that she could discard it. Yumi temporarily stopped breathing because she could not believe she could actually think like that. Was she slowly turning into Yoshino, perhaps?

"Yumi…" Sachiko was the first to regain a normal breathing. "I…" However, she didn't know how to explain herself; she had no idea what to say at all. She wanted to show what she felt, rather than saying it. To her surprise, she felt Yumi fulfilling that wish, as though the girl had read her mind.

"Sachiko-sama…" Yumi breathed in between her heated kisses. Yumi had come to the conclusion that she didn't want to just have a normal friendship with Sachiko, after all. Not when it felt so right. Not when in felt as if every inch of her body was filled with love for Sachiko. She felt she could barely control her actions; had these feelings been inside of her all along? Thinking became nearly impossible again when she felt Sachiko start to explore other parts of her body.

"Yumi," Sachiko hoarsely whispered while she was kissing the younger girl's neck. "I love you… I love you so very much…"

Yumi felt a warm feeling spread itself over her entire body. Happiness was completely taking over her body, making her feel dizzy. Yumi knew they would need to talk later. Right now, she just wanted to let herself be swept away by Sachiko.

Several days later…

"Sachiko, I see you have brought Yumi-chan with you!" Youko said enthusiastically when Sachiko entered the room with Yumi following behind her.

"Welcome, Yu-mi-chan!" Sei tried to glomp Yumi, but was effectively tackled by Sachiko.

They were in the Rose Mansion. The room was decorated nicely in gold and everyone was wearing festive Santa-hats; a gigantic Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner of the room; the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. It was the day of the Yamayurikai Christmas party. Sachiko had not told the other members of the Yamayurikai that she would be bringing Yumi with her. Not that she had not wanted to; in fact, Sachiko had wanted nothing more than to show her happiness to the world, but she had her reasons to keep it to herself until the party.

"That was mean, Sachiko!" Sei pouted after she had picked herself up from the floor. "You can't monopolize Yumi-chan!"

"That's not the matter here," Sachiko retorted angrily. "I just don't want you to do whatever you like, Rosa Gigantea!"

"So, Yumi-chan, why did you come to the Christmas party with Sachiko?" Youko asked before Sei could respond.

"Sachiko-sama was so kind to invite me, and it seemed like it would be a lot of fun," Yumi replied.

"That's true, the Christmas parties are always a guarantee for lots of fun," Sei said with a hint of glee in her voice. "I remember last year, when Eriko got drunk and tried to stri-"

"I thought we had agreed never to talk about it again," Eriko cut in brusquely. "Or must I remind you, Rosa Gigantea, of that time when we went to watch the fireworks on New Year's Eve?"

"Ahahaha, got it…"

"What did Eriko-sama try to do?" Yoshino asked eagerly.

"Tut tut, Yoshino-chan, that's really none of your business," Eriko said. "But oh my, I do wonder why you would want to know such a fabulous piece of gossip…"

Yoshino glared at Eriko and the others laughed. The atmosphere in the room was pleasant and relaxed. Everyone was talking and eating and enjoying themselves. Some time later, while everyone was looking at Sei imitating a duck, Sachiko put a hand on her onee-sama's shoulder.

"Onee-sama, there's something I wanted to do in front of you," she said seriously. She smiled at Yumi, who nodded. Sensing that Youko wasn't paying attention to her anymore, Sei cut off her imitation, making the room's atmosphere turn 180 degrees. Everyone was silent now and looking at Sachiko, who was standing before Yumi. Youko was clenching her glass, as if she couldn't believe what she was witnessing. The rest was gawping. Sachiko slowly took out a rosary and held it before Yumi.

"Yumi, would you do me the honour of being your soeur?" Sachiko said. Yumi smiled brightly, answered with a clear "Yes!" and Sachiko gave her the rosary, completing the ceremony. Rei was the first to regain her speech and her "Congratulations!" was soon followed by the others.

"Sachiko, congratulations!" Youko said, beaming at her soeur. "I must admit, this was quite sudden, but-"

"Oh wait, everyone, I wasn't finished yet," Sachiko interrupted. She smiled at her confused friends, laughed when she saw Yumi's equally befuddled look and before anyone could register what was happening, Sachiko had taken her petite soeur in her arms and was kissing her rather passionately. She grinned when she felt Yumi responding to her kiss quite eagerly, obviously not bothered by the fact that about six people were staring at them with their mouths hanging wide open. Sachiko couldn't care less either. In fact, she was enjoying it to the fullest because she had succeeded in making everyone speechless, but what really made her happy was that from this moment, Yumi was officially her petite soeur. She was finally caught.