That same night, I woke up the intermediary to give the statuette, received the money, took it to Shotgun and instructed him to hand it over to Akemi as soon as the opportunity presented itself. I myself planned not to show up at the club for a while, at least until Akemi collects information (including rumors) about what is happening in Garagarahebi after my super-quiet case. I have two days off ahead of me, and I'm going to rest. I drive to a public training ground, shoot, because shooting range is still not the same. I'll go to the cinema and finally watch a full-length film based on one of "my" manga. Oh, I almost forgot — Inter is giving a concert this Sunday, so you should definitely go. After all, the guys are great: not a single song text, even with the "right" music, will become a hit without a good performer. And they do what I give them, five out of five. What else can you do this weekend? Mm, don't forget to take Raydon to the concert… So, ahem. You can go out of town tomorrow, to the hot springs. I think I'll be back in time for the concert. It's a pity that the Koyama family is not going anywhere. They always took me with them, except when I had things to do and I refused myself. We always went to the same hotel with them, which was very good. During these trips, even the Tire stopped bothering me, turning into just a cheerful girl. M-yes-a-a. There's kru-u-uto. If it weren't for this psychotic, time-worn lover of swearing and getting a single Maxim, mistakenly being the hostess of the hotel ... and that's fine. It doesn't happen that
everything
is fine. And this viper… In short, it is not the biggest payment for such a vacation. I hope they'll take me when they go there again. I don't care about pride, the hotel is just super.
The next morning I was woken up by the doorbell.
"That's better," I thought. — At least they're calling, not breaking in, — glancing at his watch, he noted that it was already half past eleven. "And it's not even too early."
I got up, shook myself, put on sweatpants and went to open it. The first person I saw when I opened the door was Mizuki. The second was my familiar combative cat, sprawled on the fence and dangled his front paw from it. It's fine! What an impudent animal! I made my way right into the center of the dog quarter. And what is he doing here? Ugh, always some left-wing thoughts come out of sleep.
Continuing to blunt, he stared at Mizuki. Mm, oh yeah.
— Hi, Mi-chan. What are you... — and you won't ask: "What do you need," — pf ... come on, what's on the threshold to stand on.
Sheena's younger sister looked not exactly embarrassed, but rather a little guilty. Either she didn't want to wake up in the morning, or she will start asking for something now.
— You do it, make yourself comfortable, and I'll go wash up, or what. And I'll get dressed.
"Don't rush it, Sin, it's not burning for me.
So, after all, to ask.
That's funny. How to wake me up at seven, raise the whole house by the ears and start cleaning and cooking is normal. And how to ask for something purely for yourself - we immediately begin to pull to the last, blush and crumple. Although it "does not burn". Stop. It's the beginning of April, a day off. I think I know what she came to me with.
— Are you hiding from the guests again? I asked, raising my voice a little when I returned to the living room. Oh, Mizuki made coffee. Well done, girl. — I understand you, of course. I've seen all this officialdom from afar. You've been doing pretty well, by the way. But still, sooner or later you will get married, and as the hostess of the house, you will just have to stand in Kagami-san's place.
— That's how it is in Mom's place, everything is different there. — To be honest, I didn't notice the difference. — Yes, and it will be when.
Mizuki, as if waiting for me, came out of the kitchen just as I approached the sofa. Deftly placing the cups on the table and putting the cakes, she sat down opposite.
— Again, you'll have to run away from the Tire.
— A-a-a, — she waved her hand carelessly, — you'll catch me. I'm experienced.
At least once a year, and sometimes more, Mizuki manages to escape before the influx of guests and hide at my place. At least once a year, Sheena comes to me asking if I have her little sister. And at least once a year receives a standard response. And if Kagami pays little attention to this, giving indulgences to the youngest, then the eldest daughter, who cannot afford the same escape, is terribly jealous. And after the departure of the guests, he begins to chase his sister for leaving her alone, skipping the most difficult moment and returning to everything ready. I even witnessed Sheena complaining about it to her mother. A most amusing sight, between us. This time, I mean the influx of guests, is one of the few when Kagami invites maids. She doesn't like them, but with so many people, it's quite difficult for her even with two daughters. But they also have household responsibilities.
— I wonder, Mi-chan, are all these guests from different clans and clans or just from yours?
— Now from ours, this is generally a planned collection. And so, it happens in any way," the girl answered me, taking a neat sip. An aristocrat. Although with a propeller in one place. But at such moments, when she is at the table, for example, you can immediately see who is who. Especially now, when she's wearing an expensive yukata. — Maybe I should make you breakfast?
— Come on. Women ro...
— Not-uh-uh! That's just not about the Koyama women! At least give me a break from this here.
— Hehe, don't forget to put on an apron, you're still wearing clothes…
— I don't care. I mean, I'll put it on, of course, but I don't care anyway. — I wonder if she's an optimist or an optimist?
She sped off. Adopted daughter of Akeno and Kagami Koyama. An heiress, just like Sheena. In any case, I have heard it called so many times along with the Tire. In general, any child in the family is the heir, if you do not take into account the legal component, but in the main family of the clan, such words always have a very specific meaning. It is clear that the husband of one of the two girls will become the head of the clan, and Kenta will choose. And if something happens, after all, then the husband of the eldest daughter. But if this "suddenly what" does not happen? How then? Mizuki is not Koyama by blood. It turns out that she is doomed to marry a man of the genus. And to be honest, I don't know who they have there in the family. I only know Akeno's cousin. But he already has three wives... although, what am I, really? Considering local customs… Eh, not enough data.
I've wandered into the wrong place in my thoughts. Interesting, of course, but it doesn't matter at all, in general. In general, I think Kagami will give birth to an heir to her husband. What are their years? True, it's strange that I haven't given birth yet, but it's certainly not my business.
At that moment, when something was particularly strong in the kitchen, the doorbell rang again. Getting up and straightening his homemade kimono, which was, in fact, an ordinary robe, he went to open the door.
Outside the door, as expected, there was a Tire. In a red light kimono decorated with various flowers and plants. With her hair, makeup, and a Japanese umbrella. She's all neat and pretty. My God, what will she turn into in two years, if she is already capable of smashing men on the spot? Right even takes pride in her, brotherly.
— Hi, pretty girl. What kind of holiday?
— Hello, Shinji, — the girl answered me with a little blush, but without changing her face, — we are meeting guests. Have you seen Mizuki by any chance?
- no. Although I don't mind if she looks the same as you.
It's easy for me, but it's nice for her. Why not evaluate her appearance?
Smiling slightly, she moved her nose:
— Are you cooking breakfast? Maybe you'd better come to us? Mom surpassed herself today," and, continuing to smile, but in a slightly regretful voice, she finished: "I still have to grow and grow before her cooking.
— What are your years. But now I think I will refuse. I'll make a quick breakfast and run. There are a lot of small things to do today.
— Del? And even for small things?
What a curious one.
— To hammer the refrigerator, to look into the armory, to buy movie tickets. And it would be nice to buy clothes too.
— Maybe with clothes tomorrow? At the same time, I'll help you.
— Clothes? With you?!
— And what? With your taste…
— And with yours — to kill all day. When should I rest in this case?
- Well, don't make a monster out of me. Yes, longer than if you go alone, but the money spent is not a pity.
— No, thanks.
— So, yeah? Then show me what you will buy, and if the commission is in the person of me, mom and Mizuki… Are you sure you haven't seen her, by the way?
— Yes, I woke up for about... I don't remember ... in general, quite recently. Why would she be here at this time? Yes, and so close to your, hehe, terribly scary guests, and most importantly — from you.
— Okay, I'll go, I think. But don't forget about the commission. If we don't like it, you will go for clothes again, and this time with me.
Commission, heh. Mizuki will be a machine gun for me after today. The tire is just as opposed. But Kagami… Let's get some makeup, in short. Not for the first time, there are developments.
— Of course, of course. Good luck there.
— Ho-oh-oh. Rather, patience.
Returning to the living room, I saw a curious face peeking out of the kitchen. Waving his hand at her, he sat down on the sofa. But if you think about it, I really have accumulated purely domestic affairs.
— Breakfast is ready, O Great Hiding From The Elder Sister.
— Bring it on, you prankster. Let's see what the Koyama women are feeding today.
As a result, the day passed somehow quietly and imperceptibly. I didn't wait for Mizuki to come home. I bought some groceries. I went to the cinema. Bullshit, by the way, turned out. I didn't buy any clothes, but I got five tickets to the Inter concert and even managed to arrange a joint visit with Raydon. True, he already had a ticket, but the company did not. I called a couple of girls and arranged for Ray and me to have a night out. Fortunately, there are plenty of love hotels in Tokyo. It remains to attach a couple more tickets: what the hell did I take so much for? Soldier's greed? Eh. And go to give a break. Should I throw off the tire? So she probably has her own. If she's going to go to the concert at all. Oh! And what?.. I'll call two more girls. And what? Long live the harem!