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DISCLAIMER/ATTENTION.WARNING THINGY: The following story contains tickling, as well as a small amount of foot worship. If, for any reason, you are offended by any of the above objects, please click away from this story. If you do enjoy the above things, yet are too shy to admit it, feel free to read this story anyway. If you, yourself, worship these above items, please watch the story, but avoid conducting any inappropriate actions during it. Enjoy.

A cool afternoon breeze swept through the small town of Hikan, dancing through the overcast sky. It was early March, so the cool breeze was not a surprise, more of an annoyance, as the air was already cold; the Earth still recovering from its winter flu. The breeze provoked a certain girl in particular to closed the window, wondering why it was open in the first place. The girl was about 5”7, with long baby blue hair that was currently tied back and placed into a black box. Her matching eyes showed a bit of sadness as she glanced out the window. She enjoyed winter, sure, but it had long overstayed its visit on Earth. The air caused her to dress a little more in layers, with both a plain white shirt and a black North Face jacket to cover her thin torso. Not being able to dress in as many layers to the south, she only wore a simple pair of her blue skinny jeans, down to her black boots that shot up to her calves. This girl was Mitsuki Hariokagamine, a 16 year old Junior who was rather quiet in school, yet had a more fun-loving personality when opened up to another individual.

However, she was only ever able to truly open up to one person: her sister, Mizuri. Yet, she was returned with the same cold hatred that Mizuri showed everyone else. Sure, the two were twins, but they were far apart in personality and, well, a lot of other things. Mitsuki had blue hair, Mizuri had red; Mitsuki was nice and friendly, Mizuri was cold and wanted nothing to do with you. These differences are what separated the twins from one another; two random people in the same house forced to share the same last name. That's what made this weekend one that Mitsuki was going to dread. “We'll only be gone for this weekend, you two can get along for that long, I'm sure of it.” Their mother had assured them before giving them each a kiss goodbye; Mizuri, of course, rejecting the kiss.

Mitsuki sighed after recalling the short memory, “I have to think of some way to get us closer...” She told herself, her voice softly trailing from her pale lips. The blue eyed girl sighed, glancing up the stairs towards her sister's room, then back out the window, “But what....” Leaning against the window now as she folded her arms, deep in thought, “My best bet is to just try and talk to her...” Mitsuki never did anything rash or stupid in a tight situation, like trying to bond with her sister. “What happens next...” She thought to herself, slowly walking over to the stairs and beginning the climb, “...will determine if I spend the next weekend like every other one...” Mitsuki reached the top of the stairs, slowly walking towards the closed door of her sister's room, “...or if we can actually bond...”

Stopping in front of the door, she took a deep breath, almost able to see herself in the pale white door that stood between her and Mizuri. Her had slowly rose up to the door, a leader determining if they want to drop a bomb on an innocent country. An eternity passed, then she finally knocked on the door, “M-Mizuri? A-are you in there?” She asked like a shy preschooler, hoping for an answer that she already knew. “Not now.” came the rough response of her sister, who clearly wanted nothing to do with her. The response hit Mitsuki, but she was used to it, so it didn't hurt as much. She eventually took a deep breath, opening the door to her room.

The door opened to reveal Mizuri's purple-painted walls, filled with various posters of bands and shows she had enjoyed. Mizuri never liked the color of the wall, but it was the darkest color her mother would allow her to get. The room itself wasn't very crowded, only having a desk cluttered with homework, a nightstand full of water bottles, and a closet full of her various wears. The bed was the last outstanding thing in the room, but there was nothing special about it. Mizuri herself was currently occupying the bed, messing around on her iPhone; clearly doing nothing that would have prevented her from talking with Mitsuki.

Mizuri was about the same height as Mitsuki, maybe an inch taller; and inch that she would use over Mitsuki time and time again. She had long, flowing red hair that dropped to her lower back, and striking green eyes that would send a shiver down any guy's spine. Similar to her sister, Mizuri had a thin figure, yet her wardrobe was slightly different to her sister's. She wore a simple periwinkle colored shirt, which she refused to call it as such, seeing as how it was a “non-threatening name”. Simple black skinny jeans covered her longer legs, falling down to her red low-cut converses, black socks shyly peeking out of her tip of the opening, barely going past her ankle.

The blue haired sister frowned, seeing that she was doing nothing important, “M-Mizuri.....” She started as she was cut off, “Not now...I'm busy.” was her stern response, her eyes not leaving her phone. Mitsuki sighed, tilting her head, “B-busy doing what?” She asked, knowing there would be nothing good of the answer. The twin sighed, starting to get annoyed, “Ignoring you.” That hurt. A lot. Normally, an answer like that would have had Mitsuki curling up and leaving the room, something Mizuri wanted a lot. She almost got what she wanted, Mitsuki taking a step back towards the door, but something stopped her. “N-no....” The blue eyed girl muttered, clenching her fists as she stomped her foot on the ground, “I'm sick of you always turning me away!” She yelled, placing her arms on both sides of Mizuri, now leaning over her, “Why won't you spend time with me like a normal sister?!” This wasn't a normal question that Mizuri had a choice to respond to, it was a demanding question. The redheaded twin sighed, sliding her thumb across her phone, “Because you're boring...” was the simple answer that left her lips. It was that same answer that caused a low growl to escape Mitsuki's lips, her fists clenching. However, not aware of where she was clenching them, the tip of her thumb and index finger gave a slight tug at Mizuri's side, causing her to let out a rather embarrassing squeal.

That was it; a little squeal later and silence fell over the two girls. Mitsuki didn't move, a confused look plastered across her face as Mizuri gently growled, her cheeks as red as her own hair. An eternity later, an evil grin swept across Mitsuki's face, “Oh...I forgot you were ticklish....” She giggled as Mizuri growled, her phone now next to her, “D-don't you dare, Mitsuki...” The girl threatened...well...tried to threaten. It's hard to be threatening with blushing cheeks, even if you're Mizuri. The blue haired girl giggled, still sitting on her waist as she was before, putting her hands up, “Oh, it's fine, Miz...I'm not going to tell anyone...” Her sister sighed, relaxing a bit, “Thank you...” That is-!” Mitsuki cut off, smiling, “-if you spend time with me this weekend.” She proposed as her sister's green eyes were shocked, “Hell no! I already told you, you're boring! I'd rather have a mute sister so I wouldn't have to listen to you!” That was her strategy: bombard her with insults to get her to back down. Now, this might have worked, had Mitsuki not been the one on top. “Try and say that again...” came a still voice from Mitsuki, whose straight face became a grin, “Through your laughter!” She challenged, quickly digging her fingers into Mizuri's sides.

“YIP!” was the first sound to erupt from Mizuri's mouth, followed by a waterfall of giggles as she squirmed, desperate to get herself free of her sister's fingers. “Aww, what's the matter, Mizzy? Ticklish?” She teased, working her fingers up her ribs, increasing the speed of Mizuri's giggles, “Q-quihihihihihiht it! You brahahahahahahat!” was what the redhead could muster through her giggles. Mitsuki giggled and shook her head, spreading her fingers as she attacked each individual rib at once. This tactic caused the “poor” redhead to let out first first burst of ticklish laughter, doing her best to squirm once more, rolling onto her stomach to try and protect herself. Mitsuki giggled, allowing her to do her foolish plan, now sitting on her lower back, “What was the point of that? You're even more trapped now.” She said with a smile as Mizrui panted, moving her hands to cover her ribs, “S-stop....I-I'm done...” Her sister stated, causing Mitsuki to giggle, “Sure we can stop....” She assured her sister, causing her victim to let out a sigh of relief, “...After one more spot.”

“No!” came the quick reaction of the trapped redhead. Her lighter hair sister smiled and ignored her, shifting her body around as she sat on her lower thighs. Mizuri gasped, seeing exactly where she was going, “W-wait, M-Mitsuki! Stop!” she pleaded, sounding nothing like she did ten minutes prior to the event. “Awww, what's the matter, Miz?” She asked, grabbing a tight hold on her left ankle, causing her sister to gasp and try and yank it away. “N-no, Suki! I-I'm sorry!” were the next words to leave Mizuri's mouth, causing her sister to gasp. This was the first time she had ever heard her sister say that word that she had dreaded. The plead actually caused her sister to freeze: the hand that had yanked her converse off to reveal her black-clad heel had stopped its mission, now just holding the shoe. “Wow, sis...I've never heard you ever say that sincerely..” Mizuri didn't want to answer; her toughness was already brought down four times...letting herself get trapped, the embarrassing squeal, not being able to free herself from tickling...not to mention actually saying “sorry”. Mitsuki's blue eyes were full of joy as she smiled, “I guess I don't need to take this shoe off anymore, huh?”

Mizuri gasped, not being able to help herself as she smiled, “Oh thank god...” She said with relief as she laid her head against her pillow. Mitsuki giggled, starting to gently walk her fingers over Mizuri's already exposed socked heel, “But I never said we were done.” The redhead gasped, now biting her lip to try and seal the giggles in her lungs. “S-Suki...s-stop!” She begged, trying to let out as little air she could, fearing the giggles would escape. Her sister chuckled, drawing a slow circle on her heel, causing Mizuri to tense up, more giggles joining the prison of her lungs. “Come on, Mizzy...let it all out.” Her sister instructed her, now starting to gently tickle her heel with all four of her nails. Giggles were now planning their escape, traveling up to her throat as a few sprang from her mouth. “Hehehehehehe yohohohohohu're dehehehehehead!” She managed through her giggles as Mitsuki giggled, “If I'm dead, then it's best I do this now.” She said with a smile, darting her fingers into her shoe, now raking her nails across her sole.

The sudden change in position drove Mizuri off the edge. The room that was silent as now filled to the brim with the redhead's laughter. From immobile and concentrated, she was now left bucking; pounding her fists on the bed to try and make the sensation stop. “NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!” Mizuri begged her sister, who ignored her and kept her fun going.”Oh, listen to you, Miz! I haven't heard your laugh in forever!” She said with a delightful smile, pulling her shoe of the rest of the way, now attacking her toes. Mizuri erupted in a small scream, bursting out into laughter as her cheeks became the same color as her hair, trying to yank her trapped foot free of her sister's tight grip. Mitsuki giggled, stopping the torture, “How bad do you want this to stop?” She asked as Mizuri panted heavily, taking in as much air as her greedy lungs would allow, “A-a lot....” The redheaded twin finally managed as Mitsuki giggled, “Good, we have one more thing and then we're done, alright?” She told her, like a parent guiding their child through a task. Mizuri groaned, not wanting to go with whatever she had planned, but knew she had no choice, “F-fine...”

Mitsuki smiled, quickly being able to make due of her sock, seeing as how it barely covered her foot. Mizuri had a smaller foot, size 7 to her 5”7 height, a pale complexion to it, like the rest of her body. The bottom of her foot had a pinkish tone to it, with small pudgy toes to poke out of the top, something Mizuri hated the most, so she covered the tips of them with black nail polish. Her sister gave a slight blush, admiring the foot in front of her, “Wow, sis, I didn't think you ever took care of your feet in the shower...” She stated, causing her twin's cheeks to grow a little hot, “B-be quiet...” Mitsuki giggled and, without saying anything, stuck her tongue out, running it up her sole. Mizuri gasped, her cheeks becoming red from the sudden contact, bursting out into a loud, high-pitched laugh, “NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHOHOHOHON'T DO THAHAHAHAHAHAT! GROHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOSS!” was what Mizuri could manage through her loud laugh, covering her face on her hands. The twin simply giggling, now running her tongue over the base of her toes, causing her sister to yelp; the yelp being a gateway to louder laughter. Mizuri had lost all of her strength, unable to squirm as she felt her sister's evil tongue dance under her toes. Just when Mizuri thought she was going to go insane. A faint sound could be heard in the distance.

The doorbell.

Yes, the doorbell had rang, causing Mitsuki to groan, stopping her torment, “Are you serious?” was her annoyed response as Mizuri was left in a heap of giggles, her face a beat red. The blue haired twin sighed and stood up, turning to smile at Mizuri, “Well, while I go see who ruined our fun..you can plan stuff for our little weekend.” She said cheerfully, now radiating with confidence after her game. Closing the door behind her, Mizrui panted heavily, gently kicking her foot against the bed. Oh, she was thinking of things to do for the weekend...and revenge was one of them.