32. Festival

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32. Festival

It was the last day of summer vacation. What better way to celebrate?

I wore again, my short sleeved hoodie, complete with my hairpins and my Void Ring on my left middle finger. On the way out of my room, I spotted a wrist warmer on my desk. A black wristband, with a neon green line across the middle.

I pulled it over my left wrist, covering the birthmark.

I headed down the stairs.

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Sae and Sui have a friend named Rururi. Rururi was an adorable girl, with chestnut brown curls and doe brown eyes--

I feel like a lolicon.

Anyways, Rururi's mother was unable to bring her to the festival, so she decided to tag along with her best friends, Sae and Sui.

I tied the sash of her canary yellow yukata. It looked absolutely adorable on her, and complimented her hair and-- ah, yes, this was the colour we were missing in this household. We have red, blue, and green. We needed a yellow.

Why can't she come over more often?

I pulled her shoulder-length hair up into a high side ponytail, completed with a yellow schrunchie. When I was done, she turned around happily. "Thank you, Rei-niichan!" she thanked me, a sparkling smile on her face.

I smiled back, "You're welcome, Rururi-chan."

"Rei-chaan!" Sui whined in a crying tone, running to me. She ducked behind me, sniffling. She wore a light blue yukata that was just many shades of adorable. Blue suited her perfectly, even giving her a soft, calming image suited to her personality.

But why was she crying?

"Rei-chaan," came another baby, but this one was an overgrown one called Dad. "Sui won't let me do her hairrr!"

What a waste! The best part about Japanese girls with long, straight black hair was the yukata episode! Girls with long, straight black hair are best in yukatas! The awe-inspiring Yamato Nadeshiko image!

Okay, Drew, stop that. Stop it.

I turned to my little sister. "What's wrong, Sui?" I asked, chuckling slightly.

Sui looked at me nervously, "I don't wanna..." she said softly, "Papa wants to tie my hair up in a bun..." she whined, "I don't like..."

Buns?

Ahh, right. Sui hated to tie her hair up. She hated everything, including ponytails, pigtails, and especially buns. She was only alright with a half-ponytail and low braids after endless begging from Dad.

When I asked, her answer was simply because "She didn't like her nape to feel exposed."

I stood up. "Alright, then!" I say, "Don't worry, I've got a backup plan."

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