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Shirou was walking away from Homurahara Academy as he pulled his bike with his left hand behind him.
“Bye, Issei, see you tomorrow.” He said, waving goodbye to his friend who stood near the school’s gate.
The bespectacled, black haired boy waved goodbye to him back. As Shirou was preparing to get on his bike, he heard a familiar voice shout at him.
“Big brother!” A red eyed, white haired 10 year old girl shouted as she ran toward him.
“Ah, Illya. Are you-“
Before he could finish speaking, Illya pushed him to the side, causing him to fall off his back and land on his back on the hard, hot pavement.
“Illya! What was that for?” He shouted.
“Come on, big brother! Don’t be a slowpoke and get up! I’m not planning on waiting even a second for you if you don’t!” She shouted before running forward.
Shirou let out a sigh as he stood up and got on his bicycle once more.
“I wonder what’s gotten her so worked up.” He said as he began to pedal his bike forward.
Despite pedaling as fast as he physically could, he wasn’t able to get anywhere near his sister.
“I can’t wait! I can’t wait! I need to get home as soon as possible!” Illya shouted while running as fast as she physically could.
“YOU’RE 10 YEARS OLD! HOW ARE YOU OUTRUNNING SOMEONE ON A BIKE! YOU DON’T EVEN EXERCISE THAT OFTEN!” Shirou screamed while sweating bullets.
After a few minutes, Illya made it to her house’s front door. She pulled her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door before running inside.
“Good afternoon, Illya.” Sella, her maid and cousin, calmly said. “I’ve-“
“Did it come? Did it come?” Illya, who had taken her shoes off by the door in an instant, shouted.
“Did what come?”
“A package!”
“Oh, that. I placed it on the table in the living room. I didn’t open it, but from what I could tell, it felt like it had a rather large box inside of it and two smaller boxes inside of that one.
“Oh my god! It’s here! It’s here!” Illya shouted as she bolted toward the living room.
“Ah… crap! I can’t breathe.” Shirou, who was breathing heavily, weakly said as he entered the house and fell to his knees just in front of the door.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know… Illya was running as fast as she possibly could and went faster than me even while I was on my bike. I heard her talking about how she needed to get home for something. Do you know what that could possibly be?”
“Well, a package arrived in the mail today, and as far as I’m aware, nobody in the house ordered-“
Before she could finish speaking, an ear piercing, high pitched scream came from the living.
“What’s wrong?” Sella asked as she ran over into the room.
Sitting on the couch was her sister and fellow maid, Leysritt. There was a large array of snacks in front of her, such as a family sized bag of potato chips, a large bowl that was once filled to the brim with popcorn, several opened boxes of Pocky sticks, a half eaten bag of gummy bears, and a small piece of what used to be a gigantic pretzel that was bigger than Leysritt’s head. On the TV screen across from her was a teenaged pink haired girl in a pink dress engaged in hand to hand combat against a blond man wearing a red cape and a black suit of armor.
“Oh, you’re back, Illya. Want some of my snacks? There’s more than enough for you to-“
“LIZ! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” The white haired girl screamed as she ran over to the TV and turned it off.
“Hey! I was watching that!” She complained.
“THAT SHOW YOU WERE BINGING WAS THE SERIES I ORDERED WITH MY MONEY! AND NOW YOU’RE AT GOD KNOWS WHAT POINT IN THE STORY AND HAVE OPENED THE BOXES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!”
“Wait! That’s yours? I thought that was Shirou’s or something.”
“What… what are you girls talking about?” He breathed heavily while limping his way toward the living room.
“Knowing what boys Shirou’s age are into, I doubt that either of those two characters you were watching fight would have any clothes on and be doing any fighting outside of the bedroom.” Sella joked with a slight grin on her face.
Not even a second later, Irisviel walked into the living room with a concerned look on her face.
“What’s going on, everyone?” The white haired woman asked as she walked over to her daughter’s side. “I heard everyone yelling and screaming from my room, and I was starting to get worried. Can someone please tell me what’s happening?”
“When I came home, I found Liz sitting on the couch, having opened the package I ordered and watching the entire series Blu-ray of the magical girl anime inside it without my permission.”
“Liz.” Irisviel sternly said as she walked over to her cousin and gently slapped her on top of her head. “Bad girl. Go to your room and think about what you did.”
“What are you, my mom or something?”
“Do as she says, Leysritt.” Sella said as she stood behind Illya and her mother with a disappointed look on her face.
“Fine. I’ll go.” She said as she stood up. “But I’m not cleaning up the snacks.”
Leysritt exited the living room as Sella began walking toward the table where her sister had all of her snacks on.
“Wait. You don’t need to clean anything up.” Irisviel said as she effortlessly lifted the table up. “I’ll do it myself.” She walked out of the living room.
The white haired woman quickly made her way upstairs.
“Wait! Iris! The closest trash can is in the kitchen! You don’t need to go all the way up to the bathroom to dispose of my sister’s leftovers!”
“Mom… why are you taking all of that food upstairs? If you want to eat it, just do it in the living room.” Shirou, who had sat down to help himself relax, said.
“It looks like she was merely pretending to scold Liz to be able to get her hands on all her snacks. How clever of her.” Illya said as she took the Blu-ray out of the player and put it back in its box. “Anyway, I’m gonna go upstairs to watch my anime.”
“All right. I’ll call you downstairs when dinner’s ready.”
Illya quickly exited the living room with both Blu-ray sets, which she had placed back into their boxes, in hand.
-A few hours later-
In the airport, two girls holding suitcases were trying to make it to the exit. The black haired, blue eyed girl who was of Asian descent was walking in front of the blonde, yellow eyed girl of Caucasian descent. The black haired girl had a pensive look on her face as her colleague was turning her head around to look at all the stores and restaurants beside her.
“Hey, Rin, what do all of these say?” The blonde asked.
The black haired girl refused to respond.
“Tell me, and I’ll pay you.”
Rin was about to open her mouth when she decided to stay silent.
“This is your home country. Shouldn’t you be more than eager to come back here?”
“Maybe I’d be more thrilled if you weren’t being so damn annoying, Luvia.”
“Me? Annoying? I’m simply asking questions over here! If I knew how to speak Japanese, I wouldn’t be asking someone who’s flatter than a piece of paper any of this.”
Rin’s clenched her fists as tightly as possible. She took a deep breath before opening them again.
We can’t fight. Our mission was to work together to collect-
“Poorly endowed, less than 10 digits in her bank account, and has a dead father. Pick a struggle, you plebeian.”
Rin gritted her teeth before getting in front of Luvia’s face and screaming.
“I HAD TO ENDURE A NEARLY ENTIRE DAY PLANE RIDE WITH YOU! DON’T START SPEAKING SHIT ABOUT ME WHEN YOU WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO LEAVE THIS AIRPORT WITHOUT MY HELP!”
“OH PLEASE! I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO SPEAK JAPANESE, BUT I COULD EASILY HIRE A TRANSLATOR TO ACCOMPANY ME HERE IF I REALLY WANTED TO. IT’S CLEAR THAT THE MAGE’S ASSOCIATION ONLY INTENDED FOR ME TO COME TO THIS COUNTRY, AND THAT THEY ONLY MADE ME BRING YOU ALONG BECAUSE I COULDN’T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE!” Luviagelt screamed, pressing her forehead against Rin’s.
“And here they go again.” A red wand with a star in the center of its head and two pairs of wings on the sides of it, which was in Rin’s suitcase, said, sounding unamused.
“Please don’t fight, you two. It’ll only draw unnecessary attention to us.” A blue wand with a six pointed star in the center of its head and two blue butterfly-like wings on the side of it, which was inside Luvia’s suitcase, pleaded.
Her pleading fell on deaf ears as the two magi continued barking at one another as if they were stray dogs fighting for territory.