Disclaimer: Don’t own Lucky Star. Or many other anime I’m referring to.

Notes: I can’t believe I’m actually writing a fic about these two in slash form…Also I’m only on episode 17. So if I missed any canon points – please forgive me.

Translation notes (with an otaku like Konata in this fic, this can’t be avoided sigh):

Otome: Daughter/maiden/virgin.

Bishoujo: Beautiful girl.

Ame: Rain

…suki?: Do you like…?

Suki da yo: I like them. (if you take its context into account)

Hora: Look/Listen/Hey.

Yuri: Lily – mostly referring the plant though. In slang/otaku terms, well you know what’s the other meaning. :)

Yuri no hana: Referring lilies as in the flowers.

Kanji: Chinese letters that the Japanese stol – I mean, borrowed.

Seme: Dominant partner in the relationship. Yes, I know what phrase/word it’s derived from. Yes, I’m using it in the correct way.

Uke: Submissive partner in the relationship.

Tsundere: A person that ‘tsun’ (aggressive and loud) on the outside but ‘dere’ (shy and nice) in the inside.

Gokigenyou: A very polite greeting. Can be used to say ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’. Common translation is ‘good day’.

Hiiragi Kagami glared at the ceiling.

She had gotten sick once again, and it was all because of that girl that she had to suffer the merciless rainy season. Why didn’t she have her own umbrella – and why did I have to be so nice to let her borrow mine and go home under Tsukasa’s one? And because two of us didn’t fit in the umbrella, I let her have it by herself and now…She puffed out her cheeks in anger at herself.

She didn’t hear the door bell ring and footsteps coming closer to her room.

So it was natural that she screamed in surprise when she was ambushed by a certain blue-haired girl, right?

“Kagamin! You’re supposed to scream more elegantly! Haven’t I been telling you that?” Konata exclaimed.

“This is the first you told me that! And why should I?!”

“Because you’re an otome!”

Kagami blinked blankly. “So?” However a blush was creeping its way to her cheeks.

Taking notice of her friend’s embarrassment. Konata also blinked. “I only said that you’re an otome…” Realisation then dawned to her and after recalling her previous exclamation, she’d finally found the wrongness it had sounded. “Aww…Kagamin is embarrassed with her innocence.”

Brows knitted, said girl gave a frown. “Oi…”

Konata gave a V-sign, complimented with another smirk. “Oh yeah! Here are some cookies I baked this morning. Don’t worry – I didn’t put poison in them.” She rummaged through her shorts pocket for a while before revealing a small pouch that apparently contained the aforementioned cookies. She handed it to Kagami.

Who gave her a wary look. “Then why is there such a suspicious smirk plastered on your face?”

“It’s not suspicious! It’s a face of a bishoujo!”

“Bishoujo huh,” the twin-tailed girl sarcastically remarked. She opened the pouch and took out one cookie.

One glance at it was enough to make her already feverish body go up a few more degrees.

“Konata…”

“What is it?”

“Why did you write this?!” Kagami demanded, showing Konata what she meant by revealing the kanji that was imprinted on the cookie.

“Huh? It only says…” Konata gave a faux-glance at Kagami’s hand that held the cookie. “‘Fat’? Oh! I was supposed to spell out ‘dog’. My apologies!”

Her unchanging face expression sure didn’t agree with her tongue. Kagami noted. But before she could take the chance to yell at her otaku friend. A sudden loud patter was heard above. They both looked at the window – Kagami, a bit bothered that they simultaneously did the same thing – and found rain splashing on it. It was another rainy day.

“Ame…suki?” Konata unexpectedly asked.

“No…Hora, you shouldn’t ask a sick person a question like that,” Kagami tiredly replied, too feverish to add in that usual angry bite. Hoping that Konata would get the hint that she was obviously in no mood to continue with the conversation.

Unfortunately, Konata lazily asked another question. “Yuri…suki?”

“Yuri no hana? Suki da yo.” She sighed. “And why are you asking such weird questions?”

“Iyaa! If I knew you liked lilies, I would have put the cookies in wrapping paper with white lilies on pink background!” Konata squealed.

Kagami face faulted. “I have no idea what you are talking about now…”

“You should watch Marimite sometime you know. Maybe you’ll learn how to be a true maiden if you do. ‘Walking slowly is preferred here’!” she continued.

“Says the one that’s good with track and field,” Kagami muttered.

“Just because you’re a bit overweight doesn’t mean you have to be so bitter to others who aren’t, Fatty.”

“The same with the height topic.”

That shut Konata up.

But not for long. “That means you’re the seme huh…they’re usually the taller one. A tsundere and seme…I don’t think I knew such a person before…” she rambled off.

“Now I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Konata, ignoring the comment, climbed onto the bed, body looming over Kagami. Hands and feet the only body parts touching the bed, the rest agonisingly too close to the warming sicken girl.

“O-Oi! What are you doing?” Red faced, she attempted to shove the shorter girl off.

“Hmm…? I like it here…”

If her face could get any redder – she felt like it was on fire – she gave a growl. “Get off, I said!” This time trying to make Konata roll off the bed.

Bad idea.

Off-balanced, one of Konata’s elbows fell painfully onto Kagami’s ribcage, and one knee landed onto the bed – accidentally brushing against a most inappropriate place while doing so.

Kagami gave a yelp of pain and, reflexively, pleasure.

Konata blinked, face slightly heating up, still not knowing what she had done to cause such a reaction. “Kagami?”

“W-well – y-you s-shouldn’t - ” Came a stuttering response. To her horror, she saw Konata’s face advancing toward hers. She gulped. Unconsciously letting her eyes droop to a close.

And felt a sharp, hot pain on her forehead.

“1…2…3…”

She opened her eyes, and wished she didn’t, all she could see was a blurry world of red and green.

“…Hmm…your fever is getting worse.”

Kagami blinked.

And blinked.

“You were checking my temperature?!” she yelled. Feeling tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, she panicked, oh no – what was happening to her today?!

Konata’s face expression was one of amusement. “Disappointed?”

“Yes! I mean, no-no - ” And found she couldn’t ramble on any further. Her mind can only go blank as she slowly realised why.

She was being kissed – by Konata, no less!

Soon shock filled in the blankness as she felt her lips trying to respond, but before she could, Konata pulled away, making her chase her a little.

“You wanted more?” she teased. Expecting the usual angry and embarrassed response soon after.

Instead she was pushed against the wall and got a kiss back.

Later…

“Gokigenyou, Kuroi-sensei, Konata here. I called to notify that I don’t think I can come to school tomorrow.” As if to emphasise her statement, she gave a timely sneeze toward the receiver.

“Sick? Well it has been raining. Oi, you didn’t bring an umbrella with you when you suddenly left me in the dungeons by myself just to see Kagami did you?”

“No, sensei. I had an umbrella,” she replied politely.

“Then why? Don’t tell me you made a move on her?!”

“Why would I do that?! I’m not a pervert!”

Silence.

“Did I make a good tsundere just then? I like the tsundere in a relationship to be uke but…”

Mutual silence.

“HA! I never knew you’ll be the uke. She sure got you whipped!” And hanged up.

“…” said Konata to the beeping receiver.

Reference notes:

“…You’re supposed to scream more elegantly! Haven’t I been telling you that?” – Maria-sama ga Miteru (Marimite): Sei said this to Yumi once.

“…It’s a face of a bishoujo!” – Ichigo Mashimaro: Miu said this similar line early in episode one.

The kanji mishap – Ichigo Mashimaro: The kanji for ‘dog’ and ‘fat’ are awfully similar. With the only difference is the small dash in ‘dog’ that’s located in the upper right corner is at the bottom for ‘fat’.

“Ame…suki?” – sola: Konata is being a Matsuri here.

“If I knew you liked lilies, I would have put the cookies in wrapping paper with white lilies on pink background!” – Maria-sama ga Miteru: Though it was actually roses, not lilies…

“…Fatty.” – Ichigo Mashimaro: Miu again…but Konata herself could have said it, originally.

A/N: I also like the idea of Konata being uke – sometimes the ‘knowledgeable’ one can fall into this position. I think…

Now I'm just going to some wall and introduce my head to it. I can't still believe I'm slashing these two together...it's screaming 'illegal'...