Ravensdagger_Headpats

Chapter Twenty-One

“Remedy,” Big Sis said.She looked up, blinking to clear her eyes of morning crud so that she could focus on Big Sis better. She was still half asleep, her legs tangled with Cheshire’s and her head resting on Crochet’s tummy. She groaned and pushed herself up, her free hand rubbing at her face. “Wha?”Big Sis smiled down at her, then reached out and moved a lock of hair so that it looped behind her ear. “Remedy,” she repeated. “We didn’t get you a name yesterday, what with me panicking and all. So I was thinking this morning. Remedy. Do you like it?”“Remedy,” she repeated, trying the word on for size. It was nice. Soft, and it sounded like something good. “It’s nice enough, I guess.”Big Sis smiled at her and Remedy had to bury her face back into Crochet’s tummy to hide her blush. “Well then, Remedy, you take care of your sisters today, okay? I have to head out to school. I’ll see you all later.”“Mmm, bye,” she said.Big Sis gave the back of her head a small pat and Remedy felt herself flushing even more. She looked up in time to see Big Sis leaning down. She felt Big Sis’ lips on her forehead.“Big Sis!” Remedy screamed as she flailed into a sitting position. “Y-you can’t d-do that!” Her forehead felt like it was on fire. A nice warm fire that had her whole face going so red that every freckle stood out like tiny pinpricks.“Wha’sit?” Cheshire said as she flopped onto her knees and started glaring around the room. “Wha’s goin’ on?” she slurred.Big Sis laughed, even if her face was really, really red. “My mom used to do that for me when she was leaving, it just felt right.”“W-well, well it isn’t,” Remedy said. She could hardly think straight her face was so warm.“What’d you do?” Cheshire asked.Crochet was using a little handkerchief to wipe her face clean. “What is going on?” she asked.“Just saying ‘bye’ before I go to school,” Big Sis said. She placed a hand on Cheshire’s head and the girl paused. Then Big Sis planted a peck on Cheshire’s forehead with a big loud ‘muah’ sound.Cheshire’s eyes went wide, her breathing hitched, then her eyes rolled up into her head and she fainted.Big Sis stared at the bundle that had been Cheshire. “Um.”“I’ll take care of her,” Remedy jumped to say.“Right,” Big Sis said. She turned to Crochet, only for the girl to get onto her knees, hands on her lap and eyes down. “Do you want a good-bye kiss too, Crochet?” Big Sis asked.Crochet nodded a little, so Big Sis chuckled and pecked her on the head too.At least she didn’t faint.“Okay, I have to head out. And I need to find Pop. See you all later, okay?” Big Sis said as she got up and left.Crochet was the first to really move. She brought one hand up and almost reluctantly touched her forehead. Then she started to giggle.Remedy soon joined her.

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“I want ears.”Remedy looked away from the computer. It was an old machine, and a bit slow, and the images on the site took a long time to appear, but she was patient. “What?” she asked her bigger sister.Cheshire placed her hands on her hips and tried to look like Big Sis when Big Sis was being serious. “I wan’ ears.” she raised one hand to point at the side of her head.Remedy looked at Cheshire’s ears, which were still there, then turned back to the computer. The Glory Girl Official Fanclub page was done loading, even if not all of the images had worked. That still left plenty to look at. She had to fill out her form for joining the official fanclub. It required parental permission if the member was less than 13, so she would have to ask Big Sis later.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.“Hey!” Cheshire said before poking Remedy in the ribs. “I was talkin’ to you.”“And I was looking for cool pictures of Glory Girl being cool. One of these things is more important than the other.” Remedy looked away from the screen for a second. “And you already have ears.”Cheshire rolled her eyes. “Well, duh, but I want predator ears.”Remedy slowly rolled that thought around. “Predator ears?”With her one fang in full display, Cheshire nodded. “Yeah. Like, a panther’s or somethin’.”That was the stupidest thing Remedy had ever heard in the entirety of ever. Then again, she wasn’t a day old yet and was living with Cheshire, so chances were she would hear worse. “Okay,” she agreed.“Heck yeah,” Cheshire said with a pumped fist. “Now do it.”Remedy rolled her eyes. “I can’t just do it like that, I need biomass. Your ass is too skinny to make ears.”Cheshire narrowed her eyes as if looking for the insult. “‘Kay, so we need to get some food, yeah?”“Biomass is anything made of living stuff, idiot.” Remedy said. She returned to looked at Glory Girl, unable to decide if the heroine looked more cool while flying or in a proper pose on ground level.“So, you gonna help me, or what?” Cheshire asked.“No. Go find some, I’m busy.”Huffing, Cheshire growled something about useless fangirls and left Remedy to her searching.She giggled a little as she tabbed into another fan site, this one with more... candid pictures of Glory Girl. Lots of them were just Vicky at school, smiling and happy. Those were the best. Others had Panacea in them, all mopey and sad looking even though she also had a cool big sis. Glory Girl was totally awesome, but maybe she wasn’t a good Big Sis like Remedy’s Big Sis was. That had to be why Panacea was sad.Making a note to tease the other healer about how much cooler her Big Sis was the next time they met, she nodded to herself and kept looking at more pictures.“Wow,” came a voice from just over her shoulder.Remedy alt-tabbed, but there was only one window opened so it did nothing. She tried pressing on X, but the slow computer took forever to close the page.Then she had a bright idea and smacked the monitor’s power button and was rewarded with a reflection of her face on the blackened screen, red cheeks standing out like beacons.“W-what do you want?!” she said as she turned.Cheshire was hugging a black, overweight cat to her chest. A living cat. Crochet was also there, though she looked more concerned about the cat than anything else. “I wanted to give you this, but if you wanted to keep looking at the princess with that dopey ass expression than I won’t stop ya.”“Glory Girl wears spats?” was all Crochet said.“Shut up!” Remedy said. She spun the chair around to face Cheshire. “Is this the thing we’ll use to make your ears?” she asked. “We should get a bucket in case it melts.”“Melts?” Crochet asked. “Wait, you’re going to hurt the kitty?”“It won’t hurt at all,” Remedy dismissed. “I’ll start with the brain, so it won’t have enough of a nervous system left to feel pain.”Crochet stared, then with a speed that Remedy didn’t expect, she snatched the cat from Cheshire’s hands and ran.“Shit! Hey, get back here! Gimme back my ears!”Remedy waited until they were gone, got up, and closed the door. She found a box full of papers and shoved it before the door, blocking it in place. She returned to the computer and turned the monitor back on with a smile.She might not be a day old yet, but she was enjoying life with Big Sis and the others already.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Onee-sama was going to school. This was important, because Onee-sama had to prove how smart she was to all the plebeians and filth who were unfit to be in her presence.But just because Onee-sama was the best did not mean that she didn’t need help sometimes. That’s why Poppu was hanging from the wires holding up the ceiling panels, arms and legs extended to lock her in place while Onee-sama placed all her things on her desk.It was a good hiding spot. The light would blind anyone looking up, and she was small and dark and a ninja, so no one would see her. And if they did see her; well, she was a ninja.Onee-sama was about to sit down when Poppu’s ninja eyes saw the spilled juice on her seat. Thinking fast, Poppu pulled a kunai -she had made it herself from a fork— and some wire that she ninja-borrowed from Crochet, tied the wire to the fork, then flung it out.The fork wrapped itself around the chair in the row next to Onee-sama’s.Poppu yanked hard, and with a scrape, the chair slid over just as Onee-sama was sitting and bumped Onee-sama’s dirty chair out of the way. Onee-sama blinked at her old chair which had tumbled aside, but she was sitting on the new, clean chair already.Poppu wiggled her hand, undid the wire’s loop, and quickly pulled it back up. Mission accomplished! Onee-sama’s butt would not be sullied under her watch.Now, Poppu just had to find out who had spilled juice on Onee-sama’s chair and dispose of the body. Onee-sama would be very proud, and she would pat Poppu’s head, and give her hugs, and when Poppu asked for an orange jumpsuit Onee-sama would make that ingrate Crochet make one for her.She focused a bit more when some girls moved into the room and started walking towards her Onee-sama. They were probably going to grovel and beg for Onee-sama’s attention.She stared with mounting anger as the two girls, one an ugly red headed gaijin and the other some clueless brunette, laughed at her Onee-sama.Onee-sama didn’t kill the girls because Onee-sama was like a kami of patience and righteousness and would not sink so low. She wouldn’t bloody her hands, because those hands were for patting her imouto.The class started and the girl returned to their seats. Poppu held back. If she cut their heads off now, some of the blood might land on Onee-sama and that would mean that Crochet would have to clean Onee-sama’s clothes and would earn more love.No, Poppu would need to wait. But ninjas were good at waiting, and waiting meant thinking.It took some time for her to realize that just killing the girls might not be... good. Onee-sama was partial to ‘good’ things. This was normal, because Onee-sama was the best thing, so she would want others, like her imouto, to have good things.Yes, killing the girls would be ‘bad.’ Doing 'bad' things meant that Onee-sama would threaten to spank her. So Poppu needed to do something else.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.One of the girls, the one with the ugly red hair, stood up after saying something to the fool of a teacher at the front. She simpered at him and he allowed her to stand and leave.Poppu brought her hands together over her chest, like they showed in the animated documentaries at home and made the seals her favourite characters used. “Imouto ninpō: shi no kage,” she whispered.The clone that remained behind would hide in the shadows watching Onee-sama until she turned to dust.Poppu appeared behind the redhead just as the door clicked shut. She moved, stuck right up behind the girl so that when the girl started walking, Poppu matched the motions with only a breath of room to spare.The girl laughed to herself as she moved deeper along the corridor, and Poppu wondered if maybe disposing of the body would be that ‘bad’ after all.The girl walked into a filthy bathroom and Poppu had to think fast or else she would be seen in the mirror. She ran through her hand seals again and teleported to the corner of the ceiling, her clone slipping out into the corridor to go see if Onee-sama was safe.For now, Poppu would wait for an opportune moment.It came faster than she would have thought. The redhead used the stall next to Poppu’s hiding place. Soon, the air stank of evil gaijin poop and Poppu had to focus on her ninja ways not to gag. But it did give her an idea.Uncoiling her ninja wire, she quickly tied it into a knot, then a loop and prepared for the toilet to flush.It never did. The stupid redhead opened the stall door and started towards the sink without even flushing. That was something Onee-sama was very much against. Not flushing at home meant Onee-sama would be upset. This redhead was truly repulsive.Poppu moved into the stall, and just as the redhead was moving by, she tossed her loop like a lasso and grabbed the girl by the neck. “Imouto ninpō: Kusottare,” Poppu whispered as she yanked.The girl tripped, turning just in time so that when her head landed in the toilet, it was face first.She screamed, squealing and flailing her arms like a fool. Poppu used the distraction and her target’s blindness to teleport behind her and pull out her tanto. With a single swipe, the toilette water-covered floor turned red and Poppu knew that her work was done.She slid out of the bathroom and back to Onee-sama’s classroom. It took some time for someone to open the door, but when they did, she was quick to return to her hiding place near the ceiling. It was only when she was sure that Onee-sama was safe again that she allowed herself to smile.The smile grew when the redhead burst into the room, her top all wet with poop water, her make-up running and the class suddenly smelled like a bathroom. But it was her hair, shorn short by a sharp knife, that really made her stand out.When Poppu saw Onee-sama holding back a laugh, she knew that she had done a good thing.

Chapter Twenty-Three

She ran up the steps, panting and holding the kitty to her chest while Cheshire scrambled after her.“Gimme!” her rudest sister screamed.“No!” Crochet yelled back even as she hugged the kitty closer. The moment she reached the top of the stairs, she rushed towards Big Sis’ room, shoved the door open with her shoulder and ran in.She could hear Cheshire reaching the top of the stairs, which meant she didn’t have much time. Still, if time was lacking, weapons were not. Miss Cottontail (and she was still holding back giggles at the name, since the big bunny was actually a polyester mix) jumped up and placed herself between Crochet and the door. The frumpled blankets on Big Sis’ bed took to the air like a giant shield and Crochet’s neat bundle of sewing and knitting supplies exploded into the air, needles poised like snakes ready to strike.Cheshire slid into the room, then waited, knees bent as if she was ready to pounce and eyes all narrowed and angry. “Where’s the...” she locked onto the kitty. “Those are my ears.”“You can’t kill the kitty,” Crochet said.“Sure I can. It’ll be easy.” She smiled, fangs on full display and the kitty in her arms started to squirm, claws digging into Crochet’s arms and tummy and shoulders as it tried to escape. “You heard Remedy. She’s just gonna melt the kitty’s brains and then I’ll have new ears.”Crochet let go of the kitty and it jumped over her shoulder and scampered off under Big Sis’ bed. That was good. Under Big Sis’ bed was the safest place.She turned a victorious smile towards Cheshire. “There. Now you can’t get the kitty without messing up Bis Sis’ bed.”Cheshire growled, and her hands balled into fists. “But I need biostuff to make me some new ears,” she said.“Just use poop. That’s what’s between your ears already.”Cheshire glared even harder, then her lip wobbled a bit. “B-bitch! You’re the poop head here!”“Am not!” was Crochet’s rebuttal.Cheshire growled, said a few things that would have had Big Sis smacking her behind the head, and stomped off. “Fine, keep the kitty.” She crossed her arms and scowled extra hard.Crochet felt like she should have been intimidated, but she could see the wetness in Cheshire’s eyes and the wobble on her lower lip as she pouted. “What’s wrong?” she asked.“Nothin’,” Cheshire said right away. She sniffed and placed both hands on her hips. “You takin’ my ears is what’s wrong.”Narrowing her own eyes, Crochet allowed all her needles and the blankets to fall a little. “Don’t lie. You know how Big Sis doesn’t like that.”“I ain’t lyin’,” she said.“You are,” Crochet said right back. “Why’d you want cat ears anyway? Your costume has some already.”“Because they would make me more cool. Duh.”Crochet huffed. “More cool than who? You’re already the least cool of Big Sis’ little sisters.”Cheshire’s hands tighten by her sides and her upper lip peeled back to show her teeth. “I-I know that already, okay!” She stomped her foot. “So I’m gonna get cool ears, and a cool tail, and then Big Sis will think that I’m the coolest and she’s going to give me more headpats instead of bein’ angry all the time.”The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.“That’s not how it works,” Crochet said. “Just changing your wardrobe or getting some ears won’t change everything.”“Yes, it will!” Cheshire said. She spun around and stomped off. As soon as her slightly bigger (just three inches!) sister was out of sight, Crochet jumped forwards and closed the door, all her needles and cloth and Miss Cottontail floating back down while Big Sis’ blanket returned to her bed.She sighed and got to her knees next to the bed. “Come out, kitty, please?” she asked. She could just barely see the glow of the kitty’s eyes in the dark under Big Sis’ bed.After a minute of trying to sweet talk the kitty out, she reached for her back of crafting supplies, tossed aside some half finished projects and found her secret stash of snacks. She opened an oatmeal bar and placed a piece next to the bed before sitting back and leaning against the mattress while she ate the rest.“I’m sorry about my sister, Mister Kitty,” she said. “Cheshire is just a little enthusiastic. But she’s a good sister when she’s not being a pain in the butt.”She finished her bar, taking it apart with tiny little bites so that it would last a little longer. When she was done, she pulled out Big Sis’ costume from her bag and let it expand before her. It was really bright, just like Big Sis, with neon green cloth for the pants with purple pockets sewn all over it. The top was a bit simple, just some darker grey spandex-y material that would cling to Big Sis and show off her silhouette.The magazines she read said that that was very important for a model to do. It was even cut open under the breasts to show off Big Sis' tummy. Boys that were Big Sis age were supposed to like that according to what Crochet read. So Big Sis would get lots of boyfriends and then there would be kissing, and then everything would fade to black and then Crochet would have lots of little nieces to play with.The mask was just a simple cloth with holes carefully cut into it and stitched all around. The entire thing was decorated with her best attempts at stitching in flowers and rainbows and pretty patterns. She could tell how much better she got at it just by practicing from all the little mistakes she could now spot.The cloak was still a work in progress. It needed lots of material, and all she had had on hand were some old curtains from the attic. They were a dark navy, which was nice, but not colourful enough for her Big Sis, so she had sewn ribbons into it, with tiny unicorns and fairies and flowers and other cute things.Surrounding her Big Sis with cute things would make her so much cuter.A soft brush against her arm had her looking down, and she beamed when she found the kitty pushing its head against her elbow. “Hi, Mister Kitty,” she said as she let the cat climb onto her lap. Its claws poked hard and it hurt a little, but then it settled and started purring and that made it okay.“Do you like the costume I made for my Bis Sis?” she asked the kitty. It didn’t say much on the matter, just purred as she petted its head. “She’s going to be so proud when I show it to her. I can't wait!”