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Name: Hitoha Marui

Age: 15

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Black

Relationship status: Single

More: Youngest of the sisters. Always carries around a book with her. The last person you'd ever want to get mad. Idol of the school, but still socially awkward. Scary, attractive, and the most intelligent of her sisters. Has a soft side.

Name: Satou Shinya


Hair color: Black

Eye color: Black

Relationship status: One sided

Very handsome jock kind of type funny, smart, and kind. Panties loving pervert.

Name: Futaba Marui

Age: 15

Hair color: Reddish-brown

Eye color: Brown

Relationship status: Still to idiotic to notice

Obsessive boobie girl. Middle child out of the three sisters. Just intelligent enough to get a passing grade. Kind, but oblivious to everything around her.

Name: Mitsuba Marui

Age: 15

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Brown

Relationship status: Too sadistic

The sadistic of the three sisters and is the oldest.

Intelligent enough to get by. Soft side, caring, mean, childish, sweet in her own way. Prefers the title Mitsuba-sama.

Name: Chiba Yudai


Hair color: Black

Eye color: Usually closed

Relationship status: Perverted play boy

Sporty, pervert, playboy, not as attractive, and has a slight crush on Futaba Marui.

Name: Airi Ogata

Age: 14 (Turning 15 soon)

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Black

Relationship status: Obsessed with Satou

Obsessive fan girl, would do anything to get Satou. Manipulative, smart, selfish, and likes to gossip.

These are the main characters, the rest are mostly supportive roles.

There she was, Hitoha Marui. Not only was she the idol of the school, but also one of the prettiest girls in school.

Hitoha was many things. She was sporty and attractive, but also silent and intelligent. She would always have he nose in a book, and she had a very caring heart. Despite all this, she still had some people who didn't necessarily like her. Then again, that's all the more reason to dislike her (or more like envy her).

In 6th grade, she was very antisocial. She still is, but now she shows a more caring side to her rather than her old self, much like when she was in her sick state.

Hitoha's appearance had changed over the years. For instance, her eyes became smaller through the years, giving off a mature atmosphere. Her body matured into an hourglass shape, her legs increased in length and her chest grew into a perfect C cup.

Her gorgeous hair cascaded down to her waist, lightened to a warmer shade then it used to be. Her bangs framed her face almost perfectly. She seemed so fragile that if you even touched her, she might shattered into pieces. Of course, looks can be deceiving.

Her eyes were now a bluish-black color, and that made her look even more elegant. Her marble skin perfected to something like snow white, pale and breathtaking.

The school they entered had pretty simple uniforms. The girls had to wear a white blouse, a red bow-tie, and a black blazer with the schools crest, on their torso. On their bottom half, they dressed in black and gray skirts that reached about 3 inches above their knees as well as knee socks, which were optional. Boys just wore a white button up shirt, a black tie, and black pants.

Hitoha's POV

I mentally admired the author's brilliant work as I read an amazing book. Even though I just began reading that morning and hadn't been able to read it as often as I'd hoped, I was almost done.

I felt the wind flow through my hair, forcing it to the side of my being. Inhaling the sweet air for a bit, I zone even deeper into my beloved book.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps growing louder and louder to my ears, each moment.

"Who's there? Reveal yourself!" I command, not worried but curious.

"Hitoha, Hitoha, Hitoha. Tsk, tsk, tsk. How could you not recognize your own sister?" Mitsuba smirked as she spoke.

"What do you want, Mitsubuta?" I spoke coldly, as usual.

"What's got you so moody about, my dear sister?"

I glanced at her dismissively and turned my gaze back to my book.

"Don't ignore me, Hitoha."

"Who says I can't?" I scoffed, sending her a scowl.

"What ever you say, sister dearest, but there seems to be a guy interested in you. I've arranged your meeting and, do hurry, he's waiting."

"You what? Why would you do that!" I was about ready to smack her. I rejected several guys before that, but I always felt guilty afterward.

"You better hurry your way to B-4. Time is ticking!" She grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, but do me a favor and shut up."

I scurried to the classroom as quick as my legs could take me to reveal something not quite what I was expecting.

There stood Chiba Yudai.

Speechless and petrified from shock, I mentally demanded an explanation. Chiba had been a good friend of mine ever since elementary, so for him to confess love to me is just plain awkward.

"Chiba!" I was horrified.

"Yes, Hitoha?" There was next to no questioning in his voice.

I backed away as I saw him pacing closer to me.

"Now, now, Hitoha. Why so much space?"

He kept stepping closer until I was cornered between the wall and a desk. I was trapped.

Chiba's POV

"Hitoha chan~" I offered her my most innocent smile.

"W-what do you want?" Fear was etched in her voice.

"I want you to help me," I said simply.

She suddenly stiffed.

"What do you want help with, exactly?"

"Now, now, Hitoha. Idol of the school, top of your classes, everyone just simply adores you." In a matter-of-factly tone, I continue, "What indeed could I want from you?"

"Are you going to make your point, or can I leave?"

I chuckled mentally, She's quite impatient, isn't she?

"It's about Futaba." I explained, a blank expression on my face.

"Yes, what about my sister?" Hitoha was suddenly relieved, and also curious.

"Would you believe me if I told you Satou and I are both in love with her?"

"I can't see why not," She shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean, Satou was her childhood friend. I don't see how he could have not fallen in love with her, given her personality."

"Now, if I said I want Satou to stop loving Futaba, would you help me?"

"Only if she isn't in love with Satou," Hitoha compromised.

"Why don't you do ask her, then?" Isn't that kind of obvious?

She shrugged, again. "Maybe I will."

"Well, then. I expect my answer, tomorrow."

"Okay, then. Well, I gotta go. Bye, Chiba."

Author's POV

"Futaba, can I come over today?" Satou asked, a hint of plead in his voice.

"Of course! Come anytime you like," Futaba insisted, her usual smile plastered on her face.

The end for this chapter