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Iroha arrived to find Mikazuki Villa in a complete disarray, with furniture over-turned and clothes strewn all over the living room floor. She heard screaming coming from the back of the house, and the sound of something hitting a wall.
“What’s going on here?” she asked, looking around from Felicia to Sana to Tsuruno and back again.
“It’s Yachiyo and Mifuyu,” Sana offered. Her face was pale and fear was evident in her eyes.
“They do this every year,” Tsuruno added with a grim look on her face. “They just got back from having a screaming match at Banbanzai.”
“Okay, they do... what, exactly? Destroy things?”
“Destroy their relationship. See, Yachiyo says they can each claim more tax credits if they file as ‘single’ instead of filing together. But if you’ve lived together in a relationship for 12 months straight, you can file jointly as common law spouses. So every year around this time, Yachiyo and Mifuyu have a very messy breakup, and Yachiyo kicks her out. Then by Christmas time, they’re back together again like nothing ever happened.”
“Is that really.... how taxes work?” Sana whispered.
“No idea!” came Iroha’s answer. Tsuruno just shrugged, while Felicia continued watching TV with that blank look on her face that indicated she had absolutely no understanding of what was going on around her.
It was at that moment when Mifuyu came tearing through the hallways like her ass was on fire. “Yachiyo, please !” she shouted.
Yachiyo followed behind her, a big box of stuff in her hands. “No way!” she shouted back. “You’ve had enough chances! I’m kicking you out of here for good!”
“You’re being ridiculous! Can’t you see sense for once?”
Yachiyo answered by throwing a shirt from the box at Mifuyu’s head. She ducked before it could hit her and ran for the front door. She left the building and took refuge on the street, while Yachiyo threw her box of (Mifuyu’s?) stuff on the yard. “And don’t come back!” she screamed towards the street, then slammed the door shut.
Yachiyo turned back towards the living room to see four sets of eyes staring at her with varying levels of shock (Iroha), fear (Sana), and confusion (Felicia). “Iroha!” she called happily, running t o take the younger girl by the hands. “Thank goodness you’re here! I need you to please inform your parents that I’ll be claiming you as my dependant this year on my taxes. I don’t want there to be any confusion there. With Sana and Felicia, that’ll be three I can claim this time...”
Dumbfounded, Iroha just stood there blinking at her. Meanwhile, Felicia was calling from the couch behind them, “Yachiyoooooo!”
Yachiyo let go of Iroha’s hands and left to sit beside Felicia. “Felicia, what is it? What do you need?”
“What’s ‘taxes’ and why do I have to be ‘dependant’?”
Iroha looked Tsuruno and Sana in the eyes, shook her head, and slowly backed out of the Villa. ‘This looks like a bad time,’ she said to herself. ‘I’ll come back some other day.’