A/N: This chapter's fun to write. Lol.

Ryumi and Ryouko are my OCs, btw. :3 Though it's canon that Ryouta has two older sisters~

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"You look pretty happy," the eldest Kise sister observed as she eyed the youngest sibling sprawled out on their soft couch. She let go of her lead pencil and let it roll on her sketch pad, stretching and fisting her tired dominant hand. "Also, Ryumi, start cooking! Mom and Dad's gonna arrive at least an hour from now!" she scolded in exasperation.

"Creepily happy," the middle daughter corrected similarly to a zombie, her eyes glued to the television screen showing the anime adaptation of a horror manga about flesh-eating teenagers with black schleras and crimson irises. "Also, Ko-nee, we have a deal that I'd finish this episode first." Both the youngest and the eldest didn't choose to watch it with her this time; Ryouko was busy with her fashion design college projects while Ryouta was scared of the said show and soon distracted himself with his laptop connected to the internet.

"You're mean, Ryumi-nee!" he whined with a pout, giving her a displeased look which she automatically discarded. "Just because I--"

"Shush," she now shot him a murderous glare, like he could die of spoon murder if she willed it. Ryouta zipped his mouth, suddenly worried for his life. "Kaneki's having a bishie moment. Don't dare make me miss it." She turned back to the television screen and devoured another sushi roll. He faced his laptop once again, another cheeky smile filling his face.

"Ryouta. What the heck are you doing?" asked Ryouko, her homework now forgotten on the dining table. She stared at him with half-lidded topaz eyes, one of her eyebrows arched.

Ryouta only grinned wider as he spared his eldest sister a quick glance before turning back to his laptop. "It's nothing, Ryouko-nee~" he answered in a sing-song fashion. The college student shuddered, thinking that Ryumi was right, that Ryouta's currently unusual glee was actually creepy. Sure, their idiotic brother may be one heck of a cheery dude, but this one's a different level of cheery.

"I'll just assume that you're watching porn," she responded with a dismissive wave of her right hand. Her siblings were simply way too strange, and she couldn't help but wonder: where did she and her parents go wrong? "Or," she added, nodding, "yaoi. Wait, definitely yaoi." She smirked as she kept her laughter locked in.

"Yaoi?!" Both the younger siblings' gazes were on her with varied expressions -- Ryumi with sudden excitement and Ryouta with utmost disgust.

Ryumi faced Ryouta, her wide topaz orbs glistening with delight due to the discovery. "Ryouta, why didn't you tell me that you're actually a homo?! So that's why you haven't got any girlfriend since the school year started! And why you're so clingy with Kasamatsu and that Kurokocchi dude! I'd still support you if that's the case--"

"I'm not gay!" the youngest blond interjected loudly as he sat up to glare at the two, his cheeks puffed up childishly due to his sisters' harsh teasing.

Both the sisters, though completely different in terms of their personalities, stared at him with mockingly disbelieving looks on their fair pretty faces. "Prove it," they told him in unison, their monotonous voices riling him up.

"I decided that I'd be getting a realgirlfriend when I entered high school!" he replied, referring to his failed middle school relationships when his girlfriends were dating either Kise Ryouta the Model or Kise Ryouta the Player and not Kise Ryouta the Person. "Also, with Kasamatsu-senpai and Kurokocchi, that's called friendship!"

"...ship," Ryumi echoed softly, her lips curled up into a smirk. "A sailing ship. KasaKise and KuroKi...," she added softer, forgetting the fact that she's also a Kise.

"Why am I the submissive one?!"

"That's what you're worried about?!"

"That's not enough proof," replied Ryouko as she made her way to the couch and took a seat just beside Ryouta, ignoring the pairing names her sister made up. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Give us solid proof that you're straight."

"Ehhh!?" Ryouta whined as he placed his hands on his face out of frustration. He dropped his arms to his crossed legs, his desperate eyes shooting his sisters frantic looks. "Well, there's someone I like!" he blurted out carelessly and covered his mouth upon realizing his words. Crap. His sisters would surely use that as blackmail and teasing material, especially if they found out who.

The sisters exchanged surprised glances then stared at Ryouta in utter interest. "Who?"

"It's a secret!" The boy rose from his seat and went straight to his room without letting the girls say another word. He locked his door with a bang, much to the sisters' amusement. After staying inside and repeatedly throwing his basketball upwards then catching it as he lay on his bed for a long while, it was then did he realize that he left his laptop in the perils of his older siblings' eyes. Uwaaaaa!!!

The whole time Ryouta's been locked in his room, the sisters had already checked most of their little brother's files in the conquest of searching for some blackmail and teasing material. Sadly, there wasn't any explicit material like the eldest suggested. It came with some sort of relief, anyway; their brother is not as tainted as they assumed he was. If it wasn't for that tanned indigo-haired pervert he was teammates with, they wouldn't be skeptic of Ryouta's R-18 knowledge (Ryouko confirmed he's a pervert; she has the chest for that and saw his reaction when they met once).

Ryouko was looking through his browsing history as Ryumi chopped the ingredients for their dinner when a question emerged on her head. "Hey, Ryumi," she called her sister as she clicked a certain link in the history's list. Ryumi grunted an inquiring reply as her golden eyes concentrated on the sharp knife slicing the chicken's meat. "Do you know Keiichi's sister?"

"...Keiichi?" Ryumi echoed, her brow twitching at the sound of the name.

"Yeah. Mashiro Keiichi," confirmed Ryouko as she scrolled down the website. Apparently, it's Mashiro Yuki's profile in a certain popular social networking website and she's listed as the said popular male's sister. "Mashiro Yuki? She has appeared a lot of times in Ryouta's browsing history and--" She was cut off upon clicking the messages area of her brother's account. "Ryumi!" Her topaz eyes looked at her now curious sister urgently. "C'mere!"

"What? What? What's up?" Along with the sound of heavy wooden chair moving against the floor, Ryumi rushed to the couch and plopped herself beside the female with the laptop. She leaned over and looked at the screen.

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See older messages.

Yuki: I know, right~?

Ryouta: Kurokocchi would be so awesome if he did that! (/ > u

Yuki: "Eat him up", you say... ( ' u ' )

Ryouta: Why? What's wrong with "eat him up"? ( ' A ' )??? He'd just be so cute! Like a dog! ( > u < )~ssu!

Yuki: Ehe~ There's nothing wrong with it. ( ^ _ ^ ); You're right. 

Ryouta: Ah! You should also join him, Yukicchi! ( * A * ) You'd be so cute too if you wear a bunny costume with him! Ah! But you're already cute! ( > u < )/ 

Yuki: But I cosplay regularly so there won't be much difference~

Ryouta: When will you be cosplaying again, Yukicchi? Let's take a picture for every cosplay you do starting the next! Won't it be fun? Right? Right? ( > v < )

Yuki:  Eh? There's no need to take a picture of me~ They're repetitive. 

Ryouta: I meant together! ( ' u ' ) Let's take a selfie for every one of them! Let's change backdrops for a change of lighting, too! It's like a real photoshoot!

Yuki: Hm... A picture with Ryumi-senpai and the others...?

Ryouta: Eh?! I mean, just the two of us! We'll do poses and stuff! ( > u < ) Isn't it a shame no one captures your photo when you're all dressed up even with your make up and wig and contacts on! ( ' A ' )???

Yuki: There are people who take pictures with me when they like the character I cosplay, though...

Ryouta: Then I'll be special! Special for Yukicchi! (/ ^ V ^ )/  We have pictures together for each character! Ah, also when I get ready for a photo shoot too! Won't we look good together, then? Like a couple?!  

Yuki: Couple? Maybe I'll crossdress, then...

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The whole exchange stopped around the time Ryouta stormed into his room.

The Kise females were almost identical due to the similar expressions they were wearing -- one that showed their pity for their hopeless little brother.

"Isn't he a bit--I don't know--obvious?" remarked Ryouko as she stared at her brother's long replies and the girl's shorter ones.

"More like desperate," corrected Ryumi, her inner self wanting to actually help her idiotic brother while, at the same time, to laugh at his current dilemma. Oh, if he only knew how harder things were for him than he obviously imagined. Poor littleTa-chan.

"So you know this Yuki person?" Ryouko questioned as she gave the door of Ryouta's room a sidelong glance. She only assumed that this 'Yuki' looked similarly to her brother, who doesn't really look bad in her standards. The profile picture in the page was a white-haired anime character wearing a gas mask instead of a real human. 

"Co-member," was all Ryumi said as she scrolled through their conversation. Well, call it the lack of privacy, but it didn't seem important at the moment as she pondered whether she'd have to intervene. She actually already started to by whining at Yuki with the shoujo manga she's read, but there wasn't any progress. 

"Hrm. Ryouta's obvious," Ryouko received a look, "okay, obviously deperate, and this girl's obviously dense. Just perfect. We will be expecting results really soon," she commented with her voice laced with utmost sarcasm. "I just hope that one's better than those exes, also known as fame whores."

"You think I should help?" Ryumi leaned back on the couch and let go of the laptop. She stared at the shared bookshelf of her family, consisting of mostly romance novels and how-to books of their mother. Those novels were not half-bad, actually.

Ryouko nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. The whole situation's pitiful. And doesn't he have a game coming up soon? Winter Cup, is--" The bitter scent of something burning cut her off and made her peer dangerously at her sister. "Ryumi, what's that I'm smelling?" she asked as her lips stretched into a sadistic smile, a great threat filling her gaze.

"AAAAHHH!!!" Paling and cursing, Ryumi got up from her seat and rushed back to the kitchen.