Editing Maria Sama Ga Miteru:Volume12 Chapter3 (section)

===Part 5===

Tuesday.

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''I wonder what kind of enjoyable thing I'll be waiting for today.'' Anticipation swelled within Yumi's bosom (though there was no change in the actual size). Climbing off the bed, Yumi used the second story landing's washbasin to wash her face, and went downstairs.

Last night, in the end she was absorbed in the games until 12:30, and by the time she took her turn to enter the bath and went to bed, it was close to two o'clock in the morning. Before disbanding, it was decided that breakfast would be at 8:00 AM, and though, calculating backwards, she had set the alarm for 7:40 AM, she woke up before the electronic "PiPiPi" sound flowed out. It was the same reason her father's generation would get up excessively early if there was golf.

"Good morning."

Yumi started off with greeting Kiyo-san who was arranging the dishes on the table.

"Good morning, Yumi-sama. Were you able to sleep well?"

''Fwah.'' There was a smell of butter and eggs cooking.

"Yes. Soundly."

It was cooler than compared to restless Tokyo nights, so she had slept very well. Was that also why even though it was 8:00 AM, Sachiko-sama hadn't appeared in the atrium?

"Ah, Yumi-sama. Good morning."

The aromatic fragrance of freshly baked bread entered together with Gensuke-san.  

"Good morning. That smells good."

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"I bought freshly baked bread. Please eat them while they are piping hot."

Gensuke-san was wearing a helmet. It seems that he went out by bike to buy the bread for them. ''Piping hot'', he had said, and sure enough steam was rising up from the bag.

"Then, shall we entrust a task to Yumi-sama?"

While wiping her hands on a towel hung from her apron, Kiyo-san winked. 

"Yes!"

Whatever it was, she was happy being told to do a task. Since becoming a guest here, it seemed as if both her body and her mind had dulled. 

"Before the bread and omelets get cold, could you go rouse Lady Sachiko for us? This is a serious task."

"Please entrust it to me."

Yumi thumped her chest and energetically galloped up the stairs.

''She could see Onee-sama.''

Standing in front of the door, she restrained her leaping heart, and after taking a deep breath, she knocked.

''Knock, knock.''

They were together until a few hours ago, so something like already wanting to see her might be strange... But there was no way she'd ever tire of being together with Sachiko-sama, and if she could, she wanted to be by her side, so to be able see her face even just a bit earlier, she was happy.

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''Knock, Knock.''

Since there was no reply, she knocked again. Still, no reply came from inside.

"Onee-sama…?"

Since the door wasn't locked, she opened it a crack and called out, and even with that, there was no response.

Though she had carelessly accepted, this might really be a serious task. 

Gathering her resolve, Yumi entered the room. Though she tentatively called out an "excuse me", it probably wouldn't be delivered to Sachiko-sama's ears.

In the bed, wrapped in a cotton blanket, a Sleeping Beauty<ref> 眠れる森の美女 -- literally "sleeping beauty of the forest", but this is the classic "Sleeping Beauty": http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleeping_Beauty </ref> slept soundly. Disheveled black hair snaked over her face and bare arms as if vines, making her pale skin stand out all the more.

Since the scene was excessively beautiful, Yumi who was about to shake her awake, had halted her outstretched hand mid-motion. ''This is so much like a picture.''

"______"

''This'', although the nuance might differ a bit, would it not have the feel of: ''Picture of a Younger Sister Attacking her Onee-sama in her Sleep''.

''It was good that Tsutako-san wasn't by her side'', Yumi thought with a sense of relief. If she were here, it's absolutely, absolutely for sure that the shutter would be clicking away. And that person, she would skillfully use any means necessary to bamboozle, decorating an especially large panel for the school festival.

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"U……n"

She acquired Sachiko-sama's turning in her sleep. She mustn't. Since Sachiko-sama was pretty, if Yumi continued looking, she would enter into the company of perverts.

"Onee-sama, Onee-sama."

Yumi didn't know where it would be ok to touch, so with trepidation she shook Sachiko-sama's shoulder and called out.

"Nn…"

"Please get up. It's morning."

Still half-asleep, Sachiko-sama pulled the cotton blanket over her head with a sound of sliding fabric. 

"Gensuke-san bought bread for us, and it'll get cold. After that, Kiyo-san's omelets will as well."

"I don't need to eat. So let me sleep."

"That's no good. Because I want to eat breakfast with onee-sama."

Though it was a bit rude, Yumi yanked off the cotton blanket. Sachiko-sama made herself into a 'く' character and her sleep-wear came to resemble a tank-top with the hem stretched to her calves. Incidentally, the color of the sleep-wear was baby-pink. 

"Please get up."

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"…"

"Onee-sama."

"I get it. I should get up."

Sachiko-sama gave in, brushing her hair aside and raising her self up. She was scowling just a bit, but she properly put on her slippers and got out of bed.

"Yumi."

"Yes."

"I'll go in five minutes..."

"Whaa..."

Finally noticing that Sachiko-sama was holding the shoulder area of her sleep-wear, Yumi realized she was saying, ''get out, I'm changing my clothes''.

"Well then, I'll be waiting downstairs."

Hurriedly, Yumi left the room.

''Idiot idiot idiot idiot. What an idiot''.

''It's not that I stood around like a fool looking''. Yumi tsukomi'd herself, descending the stairs while red faced.

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