She was whimpering. Crying, actually. Quietly, but trails of tears ran down her face before collecting under her chin and dripping into the pink, girlish nighty and the floral comforter she clutched to her chest. Honestly, by the time a girl was fifteen, you would think she wouldn't be scared of storms anymore. But the wrapping branches against her
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But just because Minatsuki was intent on stopping her tears, she spared no time tip toeing into the bedroom - being sure to avoid all the floorboards that squeaked so as to not disturb her sister further. Her feet were bare, and cold by the time she slipped under the think blanket; she had one just like this, although the comforter was a different color and seemed so much less comforting than her big sis'. Maybe it was because this blanket smelled like Ami.
"I - I'm...s - sc..." Minatsuki stammered, scooting closer to the other figure and curling up against her side. "I'm...scared, Ami. I h - hate thunder storms."
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She didn't give it too much thought, as it was storming and there was nothing she could do to change it. Ami held the covers open for Minatsuki to slide in and wrapped a protective arm around her when she was close. A smile spread across her lips when she kissed the top of the girl's head, and gently ran her fingers through her hair.
"I know. I didn't know we'd have one tonight, or I would have invited you to stay with me earlier," she whispered, pulling back so that Minatsuki could see her smile. "I'll look after you. You're safe here with me."
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Those big brown eyes squeezed closed, determined to block out the sound and light from outside the house. Their bodies were rather close, and Minatsuki could hear Ami's heartbeat, which was at least a little comforting. But at her sisters words, she shook her head.
"I - I'm sorry, A - Ami. I'm a - acting like a total baby... It's pathetic, isn't it."
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Pulling the covers over them both after a particularly bright flash of lightning, Ami began to hum a lullaby to mask the rumble of the thunder that followed. From the time between the two, it seemed as if the storm was slowly moving away at last.
"It's not pathetic. Never think of yourself like that," she replied immediately, resting her forehead against her sister's own. "Maybe if I teach you how storms work, they won't seem as scary. Would you like that?"
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