"Different," Takuma answered bluntly.  "I'm not surprised it took an earthquake and a strange land to get you to wear a dress.  Mom and Dad would be green with jealousy if they knew."<br/><br/>Despite his stoic demeanor and habitual stern expression, a smile managed to the worm its way out.  Shaking his head, Takuma seemed to relax as he regarded his sister.<br/>"You look good Rika.  Nii-san approves."<br/>Standing straight up, Takuma reached out and held up a lock of Rika's now white hair, raising an eyebrow.<br/>"This though, this will take a while to get used to: I'm used to seeing you with black hair.  Though I have to say that we finally look like we're related.  If you're happy with it, then there's nothing bad I can say about it."<br/><br/>"I will say though that don't get to fond of wearing dresses: you and I will be training tomorrow.  In the early morning."