A Week After

Shivering, the eighteen thousand year old woman wrapped her arms around herself, to try and protect her against the harsh autumn cold. Something seemed to have worked, because she was sure she was beginning to become a little warmer, but perhaps she was just imagining it.

Looking up from her feet, Adagio realized she had come to a cross-road, and she bit her lip, she looked from side to side, trying to determine which way to go.

The road going left seemed to only lead into more houses, but the further down the road to her right she was sure he could make out a bus stop, or perhaps a park, and she figured it would be as good a place as any. If anything, she supposed she could find some place to sleep there, as it was late, and soon it would be getting dark.

Choosing to go right, she soon saw that she was nearing a bus stop, and she couldn't help but grin at having guessed right. However, as a particularly cold gust of wind tore through her frame, and she shook at the feeling that it was laughing at her.

Pouting, and trying to suppress all the other emotions that threatened to well up inside of her, she had run away from home she was all alone it was she walked up to the bus stops bench, sitting down on it with a despondent sigh.

Adagio reached in her pants pocket and pulled out a folded picture, she unfolds it and sighed. She did this every once in a while, just because it's a little comforting. Adagio open it up and look at her as a toddler. She was such a cute little baby...

Colt.

A tear drop fell on the picture.

And another

Adagio cried, just because she was so confused. Because the truth was, she liked when Aria tried to kiss her, she liked the way Aria's cheeks would burn that cute, cherry blossom color. And then she hated herself for stopping her. She thought that I was in love with Aria. She realized how stupid she was acting about this.

Suddenly and blue Toyoda had pulled up on the curb and the door on the drivers side opened. She flinched instantly seeding as now she didn't have her siren powers anymore she had no away for protecting herself from whoever this was.

The wet soggy ground mashed under she feet as Aria jumped from the car.

"Adagio, please wait," Aria ran after her. She was a good twenty yards away.

"Stay away from me." Her voice quivered making her seem like she was crying.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Adagio please," Aria had a grip around her wrist holding her in place.

Adagio swiveled on her heel to face me. Her face was wet, but you could see the tear stains on her cheeks. "Aria please just leave me alone."

"Let me help you Adagio." Aria grabbed her other wrist holding her in place as she tried to turn away.

"No Aria." She said snatching she hand away.

"Then let me drive you home." Aria pleaded letting go one of her wrist to lift her chin to face her.

"I just can't."

"Can't what?"

"I can't tell you."

"Adagio please." Aria pleaded sitting next to her.

"Just please don't hate me." Adagio pleaded quietly, looking at their joint hands. A sharp pang of pain swept through her when she thought that this may be the last time Aria would touch her again.

Aria immediately shook her head and held Adagio's hand even tighter. She was nervous about what Adagio had to say but she didn't show it. Just sat there beside her

"Aria. T-there's a reason why I freaked out when you tried to kiss me… why I ran away," she began, pausing to take a deep breath.

"I'm n-not normal."

Aria took a deep breath and nodded. "I thought I was making you uncomfortable." She admitted.

"What is it? Do you want to tell me?"

Adagio pulled out her baby photo from her pocket and handed it to Aria. It was of a young unicorne colt, about five years old. He had short curly yellow and orange hair, till a blank flank, and had a sad expression on his face.

Aria studied the picture of the colt that Adagio had handed her. She would be stupid to deny the resemblance.

"Oh my Gods." She gasped. "Adagio, you have a son?"

"No." Adagio spoke, quietly trying not to laugh at the absurdity. She should have assumed that question would come up, as the resemblance was undeniable.

"I- that's me. Was me." She corrected, biting her lip.

"Oh." Aria murmured, studying the picture in from of her even better. Of course it was Adagio. A lot had changed but the eyes were exactly the same. A long silence occurred as she tried to process this information.

"Oh, that's, that's okay."

"Aria, you don't understand. I still.. I," She trailed off and shook her head.

"Under my clothes.. I've not had any surgery yet." She explained, shutting her eyes and waiting for Aria to leave her.

Aria didn't leave her, but was a little confused, having never heard of such a thing. How could a girl have junk? But... Adagio, apparently,... wasn't... a man? He was a... she? She wanted a vagina and boobs?

As she thought it over, things started to fall into place. The few times she had heard Adagio's voice got unnaturally low for no reason, the prescriptions on her bedroom floor which she had claimed was her
Sonata's, and the hormone pills stash she had found while snooping around in her room

"I'm definitely getting top surgery to give me a female chest, and well, I think I might get lower."She looked slightly nervous again.

Aria remanded silent.

"Dage,"

"Hm?" Aria hummed, not understanding, as she continued holding her sister's hand.Adagio blushed at the almost-hungry gaze Aria was fixating upon her.

"My-my name... my birth name it's Dage." She took a deep breath.

"Now, you can hate me and leave and never speak to me, just please... please don't hurt me cause I-I can't take anymore." Adagio pleaded squeezing Aria's hand.

Aria still held Adagio's hand, eyes still closed. Her voice very cautious. "And I would never hurt you..." She couldn't even bare the thought of Adagio being hurt again.

Adagio gave a very small, weak smile.

"Erm, you're taking this quite well." She wasn't complaining, just confused and wondering if she was about to explode.

Aria shrugged. "Well, you're my sister. It would have still been the same if I had known you were a little different because you would have still been the most bad ass person I know.."

Adagio smirked. "I still am the badassador of Equestria." She ran a hand across her puffy pony tail.

"Of course. Nothing can take away from your badass-ness... but I haven't been exactly honest with you either..." Aria, pulling with her shirt.

"Do you know how hard it is to like someone? Even though you've been friends for years and now you feel a different connection between yourselves. Like a magnetic force bringing you closer together. That's how I feel, how I feel for you, that's how I've always felt." Aria said shuffling her feet.

"Your beautiful Adagio you always have been."

Adagio gasped, her eyes watering with tears she wouldn't have shed in any other situation, but this was Aria, her sister, and she was suddenly holding her, placing her hands at Adagio's hips and pulling her flush against her body, and Aria's touch was so gentle and no one had ever touched her that gently or called her beautiful, and she just had to cry when she saw the loving look Aria was giving her with those beautiful eyes that showed so much heart-wrenching emotion.

"What's the matter, Adagio?" Aria asked, gazing at Adagio's hands covering her eyes.

Before Aria could react Adagio had swiftly grabbed Aria's coller

"What are you-"

“MMMH!”

As to be expected, Aria was shocked, her eyes widened and her body grew stiff with surprise. However, Adagio, who still had her lips pressed to her own, her fist clapping Aria's caller with her eyes still slammed shut , tears streaming from the sides. Still in her moment of bliss, Aria gently closed her eyes, to only feel the supple lips of Adagio gracing her own. She loved every bit of it, the sparks on her tongue, the jitters in her gut, and Adagio's face ablaze with red. It was a mere ghost of a kiss, scared and hesitant and all kinds of unsure but the feeling it sparked within them made them eager to carry on, deepening the kiss.

Adagio slid her previously limp arms over Aria's shoulders to lock behind her neck. She eagerly kissed Aria back and, she drew back for a gasp of air, only to have her lips captured once again.

Aria wrapped her arms firmly around her waist, locking them behind her back, she kept her secure to her chest, playfully dipping down to test the waters with a few, sloppy kisses, smiling against the other girl's smiling lips.

Aria couldn't even bring herself to notice, much less care, the lack of fleshy mounds pressing up against hers. Instead, they were having too much fun exploring how good it felt to have their lips pressed to each others soft and smooth and moist. There wasn't any tongue, no urgency to take it a step further; just a relaxed, playful banter of wordless lips.