"Damn it! Why is that no-good chump always getting talked up! It's reeally eating at my nerves..." Sara exclaims in disgust. She goes for a punch to her bedroom wall when Tsudouri jerks their body away, making them off-balanced and fall back onto the bed.
"Neesan, no more! No more bangs to the wall. Mom will be angry with us--and yes, I say us!" Tsudouri grabs her sister's trembling arm.
"Let them be angry! They're the ones who love him so damn much! Let go of me! Don't think you're as strong as I am just because we share the same body!" Sara squirms trying to free her arm. Tsudouri releases Sara's arm spring-loading it forcefully to the bed.
"We've talked about this though, Sara. You get so furious whenever otousan is mentioned--
"Stop CALLING HIM THAT!" Sara rolls the two rightward towards the headboard and onto their stomach. "You say it as if he's a caring figure...as if you know the guy. How can you be so forgiving towards someone you've never even met who's hurt this family?" Sara questions her angelic sister. Tsudouri doesn't answer immediately.
"I...Because I..." Tsudouri stops speaking and attempts to lift herself off the bed, trying to signal to Sara to do the same. The two turn over and sit at the edge of their bed. Sara's arm supports behind her as Tsudouri's arm lies on their lap. "Sara...I just want our family to be complete. Sure we've never met otou, er, Makiru-san, but he made a big impact on our moms. I would love nothing more than to meet the man who gave us life and had the courage and intentions to marry our moms." Sara sits up and clasps her hand with Tsudouri's.
"Look, I get it. Makiru is our biological dad or whatever. He and our mothers fell in love and were going to marry. I already know all of that, but the fact still remains that he didn't marry our moms, isn't here with us at the moment, and most likely won't have the same feelings as he once did. If we ever do get a chance to meet this guy, I don't fear getting to know him...I fear disappointment. Heck, he doesn't even know that he actually has two daughters," Sara explains.
"Oh, but he will know," a chestnut-haired Kasekimaru sits cross-legged on the floor smiling.
"Jeez, Kaseki! You were so quiet that I forgot you were still here! Sorry for my rage back there..." Sara responds.
"But...what do you mean by, 'he will know'?" Tsudouri asks.
"Well, like I said before, Makiru-san will play an important part in the plan I've come up with. Still can't disclose the information--e-even if you are my two and only loves," Kasekimaru explains...sort-of while winking at the girls.
"Aww come ooooooon! There has to be something else you can tell us, Kaseki-kun!" Tsudouri whines.
"Uh-Uuuh, that's not the conversation at the moment. I do want to say that I can understand how Sara feels about a father she never knew, but on the other hand, there has to be some reason other than a love bias that still has Makiru-san in Sakura-san's and Michi-san's eyes," Kasekimaru tells the twins.
"Why would you say that, Kaseki?" Sara is puzzled.
"It's hard to explain really. If Makiru-san is truly the type of person that Sara believes he is, would Sakura-san and especially Michi-san of all people still be hopeful of seeing him again?" Kasekimaru asks.
"Ah, because Michi-haha is the serious-no-nonsense one!" Tsudouri exclaims.
"...and yet, the most sensitive one," Sara adds.
"Eeeeh?! What do you mean?" Tsudouri 's confused.
"Did you not see how Michi-haha was when she found out that the 'Makiru' we saw was a fake? She was definitely enraged, but also melancholic."
"That's right! Which means Makiru-san is no ordinary guy," Kasekimaru states.
"Well...the mystery begins!" Tsudouri says with a smile and a raised brow.