Upside Down 49 Chapter 47: Nee-Chan Part 1

[Thursday, May 28th]

I wake up at 6, and the first thought I have is that Chinatsu has to go to school today. I'm sure you already know, but I don't want her to go. Nothing I can say or do will change that fact. It's pure selfishness on my part, but I want her here with me. Simply thinking about this is enough to make me depressed.

Although last night was simply marvelous, we stayed up so late making love that I'm still tired. I couldn't count the number of times I climaxed, but I can think of three ma.s.sive o.r.g.a.s.ms for me. The last one made me feel as if I was going to pa.s.s out because it felt so good. The one who gave those to me; the one that means more to me than anything; the one who owns my heart; she's cuddled up tightly against me with her deep, even breaths tickling my neck everytime she exhales.

Maybe she was trying to fill up my Chinatsu meter so I wouldn't be so lonely today. If so, I love her for trying, but I don't believe it's going to do much good. This past month, she's been beside me almost every minute of every day. I suppose if I try to put how it makes me feel in words, when she isn't with me it feels as if a large part of me is missing.

A quiet, "Sora, what're you doing awake?" snaps me out of my reverie.

"I woke up a little while ago. I've been laying here thinking about last night and how much I love you."

She raises up to look at the clock, then back to me. "d.a.m.n, too bad it's this late. Unfortunately, I have to get ready for school." She sighs. "I don't want to leave you alone."

"I won't be alone. I'll have Mama and Honoka, but I wish you could be here too. I don't want this either, but we don't have a choice. Anyway, we need to bathe this morning, unless you want to go to school smelling of s.e.x" I grin mischievously at her. "Personally, I love the way you taste and smell, but I somehow don't think that would go over very well."

I'm trying to a.s.sure her that I'll be okay, I do have other people here for me, but even with me saying that, I'm sure she knows how depressed I'll be without her.

She pulls me into a kiss and then with a regretful sigh, she lets me go. "I don't want to leave you. I have a bad feeling that if I'm away from you something will happen. It feels like things are just now settling down. I'm afraid something else is going to jump up to bite you in the a.s.s and I won't be there to help."

"Chinatsu." I sigh. "I love you and I dearly love being with you, but if something is going to happen, I'd rather you not be there. You don't have to say it. I already know what you want to say. Now, come here, kiss me again, and tell me good morning before we go take our bath."

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The closer the time gets to Chinatsu having to leave the more upset I become. I still help Mama make breakfast, though I simply don't eat any of it because of how queasy my stomach is over this. I know exactly what this is, it's nothing more than separation anxiety. However, knowing what this is doesn't make it any easier to deal with or me any less depressed over it.

Mama keeps glancing at me, so I try to at least eat a little toast which only makes my stomach worse. After helping to clean up after breakfast, I see Chinatsu to the door, give her a hug and kiss, and tell her I love her with the best smile I can.

Once the door closes. I head straight to my room, lay down on my bed, and as childish as it is, I pout. I don't want to be away from Chinatsu and I don't want to be around other people at the moment either. Yes, I bought a first cla.s.s ticket on the self-pity train and I'm d.a.m.n sure going to use it. Pathetic, isn't it?

Thankfully, no one bothers me. It takes me two hours, not kidding, to realize I'm not doing myself any favors by acting this way. All this is going to do is make me even more depressed and anxious.

Of course, you know who just had to chime in with his opinion, 'About d.a.m.n time girl.' I snap back at him, 'Who're you to talk! You ran away from everything, all the d.a.m.n time!' It might be true, but I feel bad for saying it. He had more than his fair share of problems to deal with when he was me. Now he gets to sit on the sideline and watch, but if he didn't I wouldn't be here.

Sure, he had a decent life up until shortly after he started school. It was mostly Chinatsu and him alone before then. Even so, he was okay at first, then Akiyama did that to him and from then on Sora's fear of people made school h.e.l.l for him. The boys didn't like him because he played with an 'icky' girl. When they figured out he was afraid of just about everything they really started to bully him. The next year it got even worse. Two weeks into the new school year one of the boys shoved him off the top of the climbing tower. That little incident solidified his building distrust of boys in general, in addition to landing him in the hospital with several broken ribs and a huge gash in his side. Nothing happened to the boy because his friends all said he never touched Sora and, in the end, it only made things even worse for him.

No matter how much Chinatsu tried to stay glued to him, there were always times he was caught alone. In the second semester, Chinatsu caught six of them after they had dragged him behind a storage shed and were all kicking him. He missed a week of school over that incident because he was so badly beaten. Still nothing was done to the boys that did it. The princ.i.p.al did transfer those boys out of the cla.s.s after that. It solved nothing to put it bluntly, it actually made things even worse.

The next incident was one that finally got the police involved. The main culprit behind all of this took a 10cm rock and hit him in the head with it. They had to do surgery on Sora to relieve the pressure from the hematoma. The doctor said he almost died. The boy that did it? He was kicked out of school and forced to go to counseling. Yes, simply counseling. It helped nothing though, his minions still attacked Sora everyday they could catch him alone. This went on year after year.

When Chinatsu and he entered TNA Middle School, they were put in different cla.s.ses for the first time. You'll never guess who was in his cla.s.s too. Hiroaki Abe, the culprit behind all of this from the very start. He, along with his six little minions, immediately started in on Sora again. The abuse steadily escalated all year. The next year, Abe, along with his little crew, was in the same cla.s.s again. The abuse and attacks only escalated up until our parents were killed and then all h.e.l.l broke loose. I suppose they figured they could do whatever they wanted, since he had no one in his corner. The rest, you should know. They chased him down into the bas.e.m.e.nt and I was born.

If you look at me being separated from Chinatsu in comparison to all of that, I'm being a drama queen. Ugh! Wallowing in self-pity isn't going to help me and it sure won't change Mama's mind. You know, sometimes being smart has its drawbacks.

Whatever, I have things that need to be done today. Shopping for Honoka's dress and helping Mama around the house. Oh, I need to ask Dad about TGR as well. I forgot to do that.

Well, let's get moving then. I still have to help Honoka pick out something to wear today.

Honoka takes one look at my face when I enter her room and plants my face between her b.o.o.bs while hugging me. Oh to h.e.l.l with it, it's not as if I couldn't use a hug. Plus, she's soft and warm. Snuggling with her like this is far better than hiding in my room pouting, even if it kind of amounts to the same thing.

A few minutes later, I release her. "Thanks Honoka. I needed that."

She smiles at me. "I know you did. I'm always available if you need another. Well, how about we pick me out something to wear so we can go shopping?"

I nod and head to her closet. Looking over what she had, I choose a light pink short sleeve blouse and black pleated mini skirt for her. Handing them to her, I tell her, "Sheer stockings and your black heels will finish that off. Come on over when you get dressed, so I can do your makeup and hair." Reaching around her, I pull her into a tight hug. "Thank you again. I really did need that hug." I may not want big b.o.o.bs, but snuggling into them is really nice.

Back in my room, I'm looking through my closet. I choose a white halter top and a Cobalt blue ruffled skirt. At my dresser I pull out a white strapless bra, white ankle socks and I'll be wearing my white slouch boots with this.

After dressing and quickly putting on my makeup, I'm brushing my hair as Honoka taps on the door and enters. She comes over and takes over brushing my hair. I really appreciate her doing that, since it's much easier for someone else to pull it behind me to brush out. I'll be leaving it loose today, except for pinning my bangs out of my face.

Is it just me or is Honoka a lot more proactive when it comes to doing things for me lately? It doesn't bother me and she has a soft touch, but I'm curious as to why. Hmm. Could it be her way of bonding with me?

After she finishes, I have her sit while I apply her makeup and style her hair.

"There, all done. When we have the time, I'll show you how to do this for yourself. You should consider allowing your hair to grow out as well. I believe it would suit you better."

"Okay, I'll do that and thank you for doing all this for me. I've got a lot to learn about being a girl."

I smile. "So do I. Thankfully, we have Mama and Chinatsu to help us." An idea occurs to me. "Honoka, do you mind if I invite another friend of mine to join us?" I did say we would do something soon.

"Do your mom and dad know them?"

"They do, so do you. It's Mayumi I want to invite."

"It's fine with me then, I like her."

"Good, let me give her a call then."

"Alright, I'll wait downstairs then."

I nod as I reach for my phone and remember I need to talk to Dad as well. Unlocking my phone, I dial and wait for him to pick up.

"What's up, sweetheart?"

"Hi Daddy. It's nothing much, but I have a question I hope you can answer."

"Alrighty, ask away."

"Well, Akiyama is in jail and can't legally run TGR. Wouldn't that make me, the next largest shareholder, the acting CEO?"

"Well, that would depend on the corporate bylaws. Normally, it would mean you'd be the CEO, but there could be something in them about this situation. Why?"

"Mother's and Father's research Uncle Mitty told us about. If I'm the CEO then I can use it to help people like Mayumi, possibly even Honoka."

"Okay. I'll get an a.s.sistant to look into it and let you know what they find out."

"Thanks, Daddy. I appreciate it. I'll talk to you soon then. Love you."

"Love you too sweetheart. Bye."

I end the call and dial Mayumi.

"Hey Sora! I was just thinking about you. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, yourself?"

"A little busy at the moment. What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if if you were free today. I'm taking Honoka shopping and I'd like to spend some time with you, so can you come?"

"I'm sorry, I traded shifts with someone for today, so I can't. I'm free Sat.u.r.day though. Do you want to do something then?"

"Sat.u.r.day is the day we have our checkups. I have no idea how long it will take."

"Sunday?"

"Sorry. Sunday is all taken too, we have a business party we have to attend. That's why I'm taking Honoka shopping, to get her a dress for it."

"I won't have my new schedule until Sunday. Once I have it, I can call you and we can set up a time to get together. Sound good to you?"

"Please do, I want to see you and I might very well have an important question for you by then."

"Eh? Can't you just ask me now?"

"No, because one, need to make sure I can do it. Two, I want to ask you in person. Three, I want see your face when I do and finally, I want to be able to hug you when you answer me."

"Well, I have to admit I'm extremely curious now, but I really am busy and need to get off here. I'll call you soon."

"Okay. Talk to you soon. I love you Mayumi."

"I love you too Sora." She ends the call. So much for that idea. I was really hoping to spend some time with with her.

Heading downstairs, I collect Honoka, and give Mama a hug. When Mama mentions that Honoka and I kind of look like sisters, I teasingly called her Nee-chan which makes her blush a bright red all the way to her ears. She looks really happy about it though. I'm guessing she wanted a sister. I know how she feels there, because I'm extremely happy to have mine.

Since it's such a nice day, I don't want to take the car to the mall. Somehow, I'm able to talk Honoka into us walking to the station and taking the train. I thought for sure it would be rejected outright. You know why. Security concerns, of course.

"You two be careful." Mama tells us.

I nod and reply "We will." Holding my hand out to Honoka, I ask, "Ready to go Nee-chan?" Her smile lights up the house. Sometimes the power of words absolutely amazes me. If it makes her smile like that, I'm willing.

The walk to the station tells me one thing. I should've never left my hair loose. It's rather annoying when it's constantly being blown into your face. I love the way I look with long hair, it's all the other issues that go along with it that I can do without.

On the train ride to the station for the mall I feel something brush across my b.u.t.t and I barely stop myself from nut punching the guy when I notice it's his satchel, not his hand, that did it. Sorry, it's an honest mistake. Unfortunately, it's fairly common for such things to happen to a girl. The look Honoka gives him is enough that he moves his satchel behind himself.

After exiting the train and wending our way through the crowded platform out the exit, we enjoy the rather pleasant walk to the mall. It's definitely hard not to notice all the attention we're drawing. Most of it's probably being focused on Honoka's b.o.o.bs.

Where we're heading is one of the biggest malls in Tokyo, so it's always packed. It takes some time because of the ebb and flow of the crowd, but we make our way through seven different shops. I make several purchases, hair clips for Honoka being one of them. I also fell in love with a large silver b.u.t.terfly hair clip for myself, the b.u.t.terfly's wings being made out of four very large purple amethysts. When I say it's a large clip, I mean it's as big as my hand. Dad may have a meltdown, but I think it's well worth the ¥83,500 I paid for it and it'll be gorgeous no matter what I wear it with, but I was thinking of my cape dress when I bought it.

I buy Honoka several more skirts, dresses and blouses. We also pick out a maroon bikini for her. When she tries to protest, I ask her "What are you planning to wear to the beach this summer?" I end up buying the bikini for her, as if you couldn't guess.

For lunch, we drop by a rather popular burger place in the food court, McKing's. I don't even have to remind Honoka about keeping her knees together.

We have a good laugh during lunch when two guys, who look as if they were in college, ask if we want to play. I made short work of it by taking Honoka's hand and saying "Sorry, but no thank you. You're not our type." We hear one of them mutter, "What a waste," as they walk off. As I said, we crack up over it.

After lunch, we slowly make our way through five more shops in which she tries on easily three dozen dresses. All of them look good on her, but none of them tell me it's the one.

Finally, in the sixth shop, she tries on four more to no avail when I spot a little black dress on a mannequin. Calling over the clerk, we find out it's in her size, so once more she is off to try on another while I continue to browse. The moment I see her come out of the dressing room, I know. This is it, this is what I've been looking for her to wear. It's a bit pricey at ¥168,500, but truthfully, I could care less about the price, because it suits her perfectly.

When we head to check out, the clerk gives me a doubtful look when I hand over my debit card, which quickly turns into her being wide-eyed. I simply give her a look as if saying, 'What, you've never met a rich thirteen year old?'

You might be wondering what kind of dress I ended up buying her. It's a strapless, off the shoulder satin dress. It being in black really shows off her fair skin, of which it reveals a good amount. It's a form fitting upper with a flared skirt that falls about a third of the way down her thighs. Saying she's s.e.xy as h.e.l.l in it simply doesn't do her justice.

I also buy her a new pair of heels to match. Of course, she will be pairing all of this with some sheer stockings.

Now we'll just have to see what the stylist can do with her hair on Sunday. Either way, it'll be a surprise if Uncle Mitty's jaw doesn't hit the floor. I'm looking forward to it.