Nevertheless, after Gale had pointed it out, Sayuri started to walk more careful and tried to watch how she walked, but the swaying of her hips was almost inevitable. She did, however, succeed in walking a bit more manly than before.

A little bit later, they arrived at Sayuri's house.
A big sigh of relief overcame her as she saw it.
"It still looks the same as before..."

Gingerly she opened the door and entered.
"Mom, I'm home and I brought a friend!"
She pointed for Gale to take off his shoes and wear the slippers for guests.

Just as she entered the lounge, two flashes of lightning stopped right in front of her face. 
"Ne, ne, nee-chan! Can we use your baseball gloves? We want to play catch in the backyard!"
Sayuri smiled at the twins. 
"You can use them, but Kenta, leave the baseball bat alone and Miho, don't hit your brother too hard, okay?"
Both nodded vigorously and dashed off leaving Sayuri and Gale alone again.
"Those two... it's really strange. Miho is the strong one and Kenta is softer than his sister, but they're an unbelievably good team... I really love them both."
A gentle smiles appeared of her face, just to vanish a couple of seconds later.
"Anyway... let's head upstairs, shall we?"

Sayuri took Gale's hand again and pulled him upstairs to a door with the tag "Sayuri's fortress" on it.
Opening the room, it really was a fortress...albeit a pillow fortress.
Pillows were lining every corner in her room, except for the walls. The walls had pictures of vintage aircraft, warships and tanks as well as the picture of a male volleyball player, playing beach volleyball with bare torso.

Not caring about Gale for the moment, she walked to her drawers and wardrobe to open them.
Apparently Sayuri loved to wear short, pleated skirts and shorts as well as T-Shirts, because the whole wardrobe was full of them...