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I remember that week on the waves only vaguely. The tiny boat rocked incessantly as the waves pushed on first one side, then against the other. I remember the movement making it impossible to keep down what little food we had with us. The sun baked down during the day; the wind blew cold at night. When we finally hit land we must have been quite a vision to see - all sunburned skin and chapped lips, a solitary little girl and her mother appearing as if from nowhere on the shore.
We live near the palace now; the king of this island insisted. Mother says she has had enough of men - between her father locking her in a tower and later setting her to sea to die and the father of gods using her for his own whims I can see why she would want to avoid them altogether. But this island's king seems just as intent on denying this wish; the way he looks at her when he thinks I'm not near makes my skin crawl.
She always claimed that for everything that had gone wrong in her life, I made up for it. Grandfather was quite a silly man, she would tell me as she stroked my hair, to fear someone as little as I would someday defeat him. Besides, women didn't battle. Certainly little girls were no threat! I never understood when she said this; my guess is Mother and I got tied into some prophecy that ends badly for my grandfather since that's usually the explanation given for paranoid acts by otherwise sane men. Building a ridiculous tower to imprison one's own daughter in definitely qualifies as paranoid. Setting that daughter and your granddaughter in a little boat and launching them into the open sea? Yeah, the man was crazy, but at least I would have known what to expect.
Mother's been fending off the king's not-so-subtle advances for years now. Something tells me it cannot last much longer and sends chills down my spine. 16 is hardly old enough to take on a task like protecting another human being but it seems to happen all too often in these parts. Besides, I've been Mother's unofficial bodyguard since we came here. How old was I then? 5? 6? My memory will not tell me. A herald pulls his horse to our gate and I shiver suddenly. "Chills," I tell mother as she gives me a concerned look. No good will come from this herald.
"The day of the good king's birth draws near!" the herald began, his words causing me to struggle to keep my face impassive. Good king, indeed. I see him falter slightly at the look in my eyes. He swallows hard and manages to continue. "A g-grand festival is planned and every citizen is required to bring a token of their loyalty. A-any who cannot do so face banishment on his majesty's judgement." A short message, but the man couldn't seem to get his horse out of here fast enough once he'd delivered it. Mother looked worried. She knew what that message had meant as well as I: "Get me something expensive as hell or I'm banishing you and your mother's mine." The only thing standing between the king and what he really wanted all these years had been me and as much as he wanted my mother in the palace, he hadn't exactly been generous with the money and gifts. We were poor as dirt and there was certainly no way I was going to be able to avoid the promised punishment. Mother was as good as married unless I could come up with something clever.
Argh, that doesn't seem as good as I'd like! Mouu!!!
I hate that I keep trying to rush the story to get them together!! Pace yourself, me!
Hopefully I can come back and fix this ._. I guess this'll work for tonight thought; at least I got some more written!! Overuse of semicolons maybe... |
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| 10:59pm 05/07/2011 |
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Yay, History Channel!! I was watching a show called Clash of the Gods earlier today that basically retells Greek myths and examines how they related to actual historic events/people/places/etc. They showed the episode about Medusa and I realized that I never actually knew her backstory. I mean, most myths just pick up from the part where she's already hideous and stoning (lol) the crap out of people so you're kinda just led to assume that she was born a monster, right? Well, I mean I'm not imagining little baby Medusa or anything but the term "born" is such a loose one in mythology...plenty of things/people are "born" full-grown (which is totally creepy). So after learning why Medusa is...well, Medusa, my muse fired up and said, "Hey! HEY, LISTEN!!" and so I did because honestly, I haven't written in soooo long. It's not for lack of wanting to write, it's lack of having any kind of clue what I wanted to write! I'd continue on this now, but I kinda have work decently early tomorrow morning so I should really be getting to bed.
This is probably going to turn out completely different from what you'd imagine just reading the first bit......Sorry?
Also, disclaimer: All details and what-have-you of the myth I totally got from History Channel so if they're wrong...tell History Channel, not me. I'm tossing some things in there that aren't in the myth at all anyway. It's fiction, just go with it.
......If you read all that, seriously, what's wrong with you? You've earned a reward but I not sure that the snippet below is quite enough. More to come later
((I miss Tiiiiiiiiiiiiifaaaaa ;-;))
I am a monster. Or so I have heard. I am not sure of my appearance for I dare not look into a mirror after what befalls others who meet my gaze. It is enough to see my ravaged hands, scaled like the innumerable lizards that dark across this rocky land, nails thick and pointed like talons. I can feel the serpents sliding past one another where my pride, my beautiful chestnut hair, used to be. They hiss and snap at one another, occasionally at me, as if they are as angry and frustrated at being a part of my monstrosity as I am. I know my eyes were beautiful once, but now...What color are they now? No one who has seen them can tell me; they all stand mute and stiff.
A pebble clatters down the steep hill near my cave's entrance. I may be a monster, but I am no fool. I know the difference between a goat and a hero. Harsh, quick breathing born of anxiety mingles with scared footsteps, but courageous as well for having come this far. A pity this hero will never return home, a shame he will stay to decorate my garden. The cave is growing cluttered from my numerous visitors so I slip past the man in heavy armor and lead the way outside. I have taken a side route, but he is sure to have heard the rustle of clothing, the snakes hissing and writhing in anticipation. Wretched beasts, I'd swear they enjoy this. Soon I hear the hero's sandals scuffing against the rocky ground behind me. Such a good boy; he follows so well.
Some of them, upon seeing their target's back after such a journey, have raised quite a fuss. They'll scream my name as though to antagonize me. I've been called a great many things, most of which I'm sure aren't true (but if they aren't, why am I like this?) and been accused of many more. This hero is one of the smarter ones. No threats, taunts, or speeches proclaiming what he is going to do with my wretched head after he severs it from the rest of me. I hear the sword clear the scabbard, the sandals shift for better footing, then he darts forward with a wordless yell. I see the fire in his eyes for a moment before they turn gray and lifeless, his form frozen mid-lunge. I pat his head gently, like his mother would if she were here. Poor boy, he should have just stayed home and spared us both. Then he would never have ended up in Medusa's Garden. |
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| 02:25am 06/03/2011 |
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*****The Star & The Fox*****
Every night, a fox went to a hill to watch the stars.
Every night, one sparkling star watched the fox as well.
Far from other stars, the sparkling star was lonely.
She wished to join the fox and be her friend but a star cannot wish on itself and so she remained alone in the night sky, watching the fox watching the stars.
One night, God took pity on the star and sent her to Earth as a human girl so she could be with the fox.
The fox, however, was scared of people and hid whenever the star-girl came near.
After many unsuccessful attempts to befriend the fox, the star-girl gave up and tried to adjust to her new loneliness on Earth. She found her own hill to sit on and watch the stars.
She wished on all the stars in the sky to end her loneliness. Feeling bad for one that used to be the same as them, the stars begged God to help.
God heard the stars and decided to turn the fox into a human girl as well.
The fox-girl lost her fear of the star-girl and went to her hill where they watched the stars together.
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Based on something I drew for my roommate for her birthday. It's silly, I know lol. It's not super detailed, but I just wanted a basic outline because now I want to draw a little comic of it (heart!). When I my writing muse comes back, I'll actually write a detailed story (full of yuri!!) |
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| 01:07am 24/05/2010 |
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"What are you reading now, Shizuru?" Natsuki whined as she came in from the kitchen, fanning herself in the desperate hope that the breeze would bring some relief from the oppressive summer heat. Her hair was twisted up off her neck and cut off shorts showed legs that drew Shizuru's crimson gaze from the pages of her book.
"Ara, Natsuki sounds upset. Should I pay more attention to her?" She smiled playfully at the other girl, holding the book up for Natsuki to inspect as the dark-haired girl leaned over her shoulder.
"Geez, why's it all in English? You're such a brain." She straightened and crossed her arms across her chest, quirking an eyebrow at Shizuru as if to say How do I put up with you and your smarts?
An amused chuckle followed and Shizuru translated, Kyto-ben lending added grace to the words. "'I put my arm around her waist and drew her close to me, for I loved her...my behavior seemed quite natural and right. She showed no surprise, no distress, no displeasure, but put an arm around my waist, and turned up her face to mine with a happy welcome in it, and when I bent down to kiss her she received the kiss as if she was expecting it. The affection which I felt for her and which she manifestly felt for me was a quite simple fact.'" She dog-eared the top of the page to keep her place before calmly shutting the book and turning her gaze to the other girl whose cheeks were tinged pink with embarrassment. Natsuki was a lot of thinks, but stupid wasn't one of them.
"Are you sure you didn't just come up with that off the top of your head?" she demanded, doing her best to sound annoyed at the prospect.
"I only wish I had such a way with words, my dear Natsuki," Shizuru replied with a laugh. "Perhaps some day Natsuki will grace my dreams like the girl the author speaks of." Natsuki answered with a breath of air through her nose, disdainful of the idea.
"You don't have to wish for dreams of me, Shizuru. Just stay awake and look at the real thing." She was looking out a window, resolutely refusing to meet the other's eyes, her whole face burning from such an outright confession. Shizuru smiled contentedly to herself, then reached up and pulled Natsuki straight over the back of the couch into her lap.
"Natsuki is far too adorable!"
~~~~~~So....the ending is pretty weak...but it is 1 in the a.m. and I am kinda pretty sleepy so....I'll fix it later? The quote is from Mark Twain's "My Platonic Sweetheart" and I just thought of Shizuru and Natsuki when I read it so there you have it. Maybe I'll be not-lazy and fix this up nice and pretty some day lol. Oh no, now I have the ending of the first season of K-On! stuck in my head! Please don't say you are lazy, because actually you're crazy~
Quote of the night (....morning?):
"Don't. Taunt. Voodoo!"
"Am I taunting it?"
"DUDE! You're taunting the crap outta it!!"
-Ghost Adventures from Travel Channel
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| 12:10am 15/02/2010 |
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She stared at the contents of her fridge, seriously contemplating putting some of the alcohol in the back to use. With a sigh, she shut the door instead, ruminating on how lonely it was to drink alone.
How did things get to this point? Where I would actually consider drinking for the sake of getting drunk?
Drinking just for the sake of drinking, to get drunk, to forget. Maybe not forget she admitted to herself. How could I forget her? Okay, a voice in her head whispered, to forget the circumstances associated with her. Yes, that was more appropriate. One could not possibly hope to forget the person that were hopelessly, ridiculously, oh-so-painfully involved with, even if they wanted to. She sighed again, dropping to her chair to face the glowing screen of the laptop. She wasn't there, waiting for her. Even so far apart, sometimes it seemed like she was fine with things the way they were. But Shizuru knew better than that. She was too observant, especially where she was concerned to fall into the tempting trap of self-pity, of she's-better-off-without-me. She knew how much Natsuki was suffering in her own way, both of them so far from the one thing that might soothe the misery.
"And a very happy Valentine's Day to me!" she declared out loud, running a hand down the back of the little cat that had come to sniff at her feet, wondering when exactly she'd slipped so far as to start talking to herself. The cat looked up at her with big green eyes and meowed. "I suppose it's just as well," she mused, stroking a furry black ear. "If she forgives me, it would likely go to my head and then I would truly become as insufferable as everyone claims I am." The cat said nothing of course, simply leaned into her hand and started purring. The feline outline blurred, her hand stilled as the tears spilled down her cheeks. She hadn't even been thinking about Natsuki! All she'd been doing was petting a cat and somehow her thoughts had gone where they always went whether she wanted them there or not.
"Natsuki..."
Everyone wanted a happy ending; everyone expected their's would be a happy ending even though everyone also knew that for every fairytale there were ten more tragedies. People would rather focus on the beauty and devotion of Romeo to his Juliet and skip over the bodies that resulted. |
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| 10:49pm 22/11/2009 |
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"What are you thinking about?"
"Mm?" Natsuki turned her gaze from the scenery flashing past the train's window to the girl sitting across from her, looking almost surprised to see her there. "Sorry, what?"
"You were looking pretty thoughtful. Missing Shizuru-san?"
Natsuki sighed, resting her chin in her hand as she stared out the window again. "I suppose...it just feels so different without her here."
"She'll be back for the holidays at least. But I guess I can see how it would be lonely; I mean, you two got so close so fast and then she had to leave like that."
The other girl gave a slightly melancholy smile as if reliving their parting in her memories. "It's not even that it seems emptier or anything," she remarked after a long pause. "It's like...there's more nature and less humanity. Like I might as well be alone except for those fields and trees out there."
Mai nudged her, passing a tea into her hand. She took it with a smile for the memories the scent evoked.
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She wanted nothing more than to curl up with her head in Natsuki's lap, soothing hands stroking her anxieties away. She let a frustrated groan pass her lips as she pushed her school work off the edge of the desk in an unusual fit of annoyance. Natsuki wasn't here. As much as she wanted her to be, she wasn't. She tilted her chair back, balancing on two legs as she surveyed the ceiling. She supposed she had better learn to work things through on her own again, at least until she had Natsuki by her side again. |
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A white satin ribbon was tied in a bow around her neck; her white puff of a tail bounced slightly with every step. She watched her from an unnoticed corner of the room, crimson following the fluffy white ears that floated above the crowd, tracking her progress.
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"Isn't Shizuru here yet?" Natsuki's frustrated lack of patience made Mai smile to herself. She had let the former kaichou in personally, offering her a drink before whisking away to play the good hostess. It was cute to see Natsuki so concerned while trying to appear unconcerned.
"She'll get here, Natsuki. Maybe she's here already," she left her with a knowing grin and a drink as she went to detach Mikoto from the window hangings. Natsuki mused and nursed her drink, taking small sips every once in a while as her nerves worked themselves into a state of frenzy. Shizuru was an hour late. She sighed, letting herself fall into a chair and directing a generic glare over the gathered assembly to discourage any who might try to make small talk.
"My, what an adorable Usagi-san!" She felt more than heard the words rushing past her ear in almost the same breath she felt the presence behind her. She jerked up in surprise, accidentally headbutting the person who muttered a pained, "Ikezuuu..."
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| 11:30pm 31/10/2009 |
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Natsuki settled the furry eared headband into her hair, scrutinizing her appearance in the mirror. She tugged them forward slightly before straightening with a sigh.
"Oi, aren't you ready yet, Shizuru?"
"Ara, I've been ready," the familiar voice answered from closer than she had expected, sounding pleased and exceedingly amused to her experienced ears. She turned quickly, suspicious, only to see the girl standing behind her with a happy grin, hands clasped innocently behind her back, wearing tiny red shorts and nothing else.
"Sh-sh-shizuru!" All blood rushed immediately to her face, but Shizuru just continued smiling and tilted her head to one side as if to question Natsuki's use of her name. The result was so ridiculously adorable the other girl almost passed out. Gathering her wits (barely), she managed to stutter out, "I-I thought you said you were ready!"
"Silly Natsuki, I am!" was the calm reply.
"Wh-wh-wh...?!" From these scant syllables, Shizuru somehow gathered that Natsuki was trying to ask her what, exactly, she was supposed to be and answered accordingly.
"I'm Astro Boy!!" |
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| 10:52pm 31/10/2009 |
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I was 17 when I moved out of my parent's house to live with my best friend. I fell in love with her, although I didn't know that was what it was until later. All I knew at the time was that I wanted to stay with her as much as I could and my parents wanted her as far away as possible.
I suppose I sound like an interesting person, don't I? I never really considered myself as such, but when one's life is summarized like that...my, it does seem rather interesting, doesn't it?
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I saw her the first time outside the school gates. It was before she had her motorcycle, before she'd taken up skipping class on a regular basis. I feel slightly guilty for not having told her; I know the first moment she saw me, but she only thinks it is the same for her. Or perhaps she knew me before I made myself known, the same as I with her. But I digress. I usually do when it comes to her; there are simply too many thoughts to cover coherently. I'm sure there were other girls at school with looks at least as stunning as hers, perhaps there were even some more striking, but I didn't see them. Maybe I'm just attracted to things I cannot have; I certainly haven't have to work for much. Schoolwork, such politics as were involved with a student council, soothing and manipulating people as necessary with all parties satisfied in the end, all of it came to me as easy as drawing breath but her...ah, her I had to work for.
Sometimes, when our fingers entwine and she squeezes my hand especially tight, I flash back to our early days together. I would say our "school days", but only once or twice back then was I priviledged enough to experience that. Whether for desperation, reassurance, or simply comfort, the passion in that grip never ceases to bring me back. She was always so passionate in everything she did, even hiding her passions from everyone else. |
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| 08:23pm 08/10/2009 |
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She woke up with her head resting on Shizuru's chest, the other girl's arm holding her securely against her side. She was disoriented at first, sleep addled mind taking a few moments to piece together the situation.
The heat had woken her up. The hotel room was hot and muggy, her puzzling proximity to another body making the problem worse. But as she came awake enough to form everything into coherent thoughts, she realized she didn't want to move. Despite the nagging heat, she was comfortable being held against Shizuru, no matter that they had started out sleeping back to back. Shizuru had insisted when they'd discovered the single futon the room had to offer, out of deference to Natsuki.
'It only has one futon?! What is this, some stupid shoujo manga?!' One ebony eyebrow was twitching; her bag dropped the short distance to the floor as she considered the implications. Shizuru eyed her through hooded lids, reluctant to mention the obvious. She was skittish around any subject she thought might possibly bring up her past actions, no matter that Natsuki claimed to have long ago forgiven her. A single futon between the two of them strained her nerves more than it did Natsuki's.
"There's nothing for it, I guess." Natsuki sounded resigned, shoving her bag to the side with her foot before reaching out to unfold the mattress.
"Natsuki." Shizuru's voice was quieter than the other girl was used to hearing, causing her to immediately stop and look over one shoulder. Shizuru set her bag next to Natsuki's, movements as deceptively calm as her steady voice. "We will sleep back to back, for I do not think it is likely that Natsuki would allow me to sleep on the floor." She seemed perfectly willing to go to such lengths. As she had expected, the look of absolute shock and refusal radiating from that precious face gave answer more eloquently than words. "I thought as much." She smiled serenely, but Natsuki had been watching her too long to not notice the ever so slight tensing of muscles that betrayed her.
When she woke the next morning, she thought she might have dreamed the whole thing. She was curled up on her side, cuddled against lilac satin pajamas that smelled faintly like cherry blossoms. One of Shizuru's hands rested above Natsuki's head, the other against Shizuru's own chest, chestnut hair splayed slightly behind her, head turned in the other girl's direction. Without moving, Natsuki studied the figure she presented through curious emerald eyes. The more she studied her, the more details she noticed. Shizuru's nails were short, but finely manicured, her fingers long and delicate. Her hair held strands of gold and red and brown as well as the overwhelming coppery chestnut ones. Her eyelashes were long and thick, casting faint shadows on her cheeks. Her lips were smooth and petal pink, parted slightly in sleep. She felt herself flush at the last. It was the floodgate to all sorts of thoughts she hadn't wanted, or even thought she could, harbor. What would it be like to kiss those lips? She knew, of course, but what if she did it again? Right then and there while the other girl slept? Fair was fair, right? She'd done it to her, right? Thoughts crowded one another, following their former path backwards. What would those long, thick lashes feel like against her skin? What would it feel like to run her hands through those mulit-hued strands? She closed her eyes tightly and refused to let her mind drift any farther, to those delicate, well-manicured hands. Shizuru was rubbing off on her entirely too much.
"Natsuki?"
The faraway cherry blossoms retreated as the object of Natsuki's current thoughts sat up, moving to one side in a quick, almost unnoticeable motion. For Natsuki, being tired was worse for her judgement than being drunk. She sat up herself and closed the distance Shizuru had just created. Without stopping to think, she simply asked exactly what was on her mind.
"Why do you do that?"
Shizuru stiffened the slighest bit, sensing her bluff was being called, but determined to play it through to the end.
"What does Natsuki mean?"
"Shizuru knows what I mean," Natsuki admonished, mimicking Shizuru's preferred speech.
"I'm afraid I don't." To the end.
"You're just afraid," Natsuki observed, dropping into Shizuru's lap as if she were bored with the game and the older girl nothing more than a pillow. Hesitantly, one delicate hand came up as if to stroke the ebony hair, only to settle back without completely the action. In a curious, sleepy mood, feeling slightly drunk without any alcohol, Natsuki looked up at her and, with a faint smirk, said simply, "I don't bite." Then, with a sigh, "I wish Shizuru would tell me what she was thinking about." Almost as if thinking out loud, "I wish Shizuru would tell me what she thought about me." Only the fact that she met crimson directly with her own emerald gaze showed that she had meant to be heard. A rare blush covered pale cheeks as she replied to the bold statement.
"Natsuki knows what I think about her. I have told her before more than once and I'm afraid it hasn't changed since graduation." Although her hand was now stroking Natsuki's hair slowly, she had turned her head to the side, refusing to meet the other's gaze.
Natsuki's sleep induced haze dissipated as she registered the tears silently tracking down Shizuru's face. She was awake, and felt distinctly guilty at having unwittingly forced the other girl into a repeat confession that had obviously cost her a great deal. She felt her heart squeeze painfully. How much pain had she caused Shizuru without even realizing it? How much would it take to fix it? A vague sentiment deep within hoped a lifetime, but she wasn't quite ready to face it yet. She reached up and wiped away a tear, brows knitting together in distress. "Mah, I didn't mean to make you cry, Shizuru." It came out quieter than she'd intended, but more intense as well. Then, as she registered the previous statement, "Wait, what do you mean you're 'afraid' it hasn't changed?!" Wide crimson eyes looked down on her with an adorably bewildered expression that Natsuki knew she would remember for the rest of her life.
"Natsuki would be happier if it had changed. Natsuki would be better off if I could simply be her friend, instead of...of whatever this is." She was hesitant, quiet, choking on her words in the most uncharacteristic way. Refusing to let herself even think about, much less hope for, what Natsuki's questions suggested.
"Fujino Shizuru, for someone who was revered as such a great student council president, you certainly are an idiot." With that said, she put on hand on either side of her face, cursing the faint trembling in her hands as she tried to guide her down to her level. Shizuru didn't seem to understand or accept what she was trying to do, so Natsuki moved one hand to the back of her head and forced her where she wanted her, into the first kiss she'd given with any kind of clear emotion. When she let her back up, Shizuru was still unable to move, stiff and unsure of what had just happened. Her face hovered inches above Natsuki's own, warm breath caressing her cheeks as she seemed to lack the energy to move any farther away. Natsuki patted her cheek gently, trying to snap her out of her stupor. "In case you weren't sure, that was an apology. And a promise." Crimson eyes focused, giving her that bewildered look again. "I thought you could read people," she accused.
At the slight pause, Shizuru struggled for the right phrase. "...K-kannin na..."
Natsuki sighed. "An apology for all the time I made you doubt yourself, hate yourself, curse yourself. A promise that I'll never let it happen again. Do you get it now?" Shizuru made as if to nod, but then shook her head no. Natsuki groaned. It was karma, payback for her making Shizuru spell it out earlier. Best to get it over with. "I love you, Fujino Shizuru, as much as and in the same way you do me."
Shizuru blushed straight down to her collar bone and started crying again, pulling Natsuki into a fierce embrace as she whispered in her ear, "Never call me by my full name ever again, Natsuki. Natsuki is not a stranger to do something like that." She was laughing through her tears, holding the other girl like a lifeline. |
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| 11:51pm 11/05/2009 |
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"Do you want any?"
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| Is Rainin :D! |
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| 11:27pm 16/04/2009 |
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Natsuki jumped slightly at the low rumble from the storm closing in. Shizuru knew better than to bring open attention to something Natsuki might feel was an embarrassment and settled for a concerned look she wasn't likely to notice.
"If Natsuki likes, she can sleep with me tonight." She smiled brightly and patted the futon beside her. Natsuki blushed furiously and looked away.
"Why would I want to do that?!"
Shizuru sniffled softly, wiping an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye with a slender hand. "Natsuki should know there is a storm coming. This house is so old and drafty, I will surely be cold and miserable from the wind all night."
Natsuki was silent for a long moment before she finally answered. "F-fine. But only because of the storm."
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| 03:12pm 31/01/2009 |
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"Why are we watching the news?" Natsuki lay half off the couch, staring at the upside down television. Shizuru smiled and traced one finger teasingly down the other girl's exposed side. Natsuki unsuccessfully tried to suppress the embarassing sound that resulted and awkwardly scooted as far as she could toward the opposite end of the couch, still upside down.
"We are watching the news to see the weather." Natsuki eyed her as if to say, 'And why are we watching the weather'. "To see if Natsuki will ride her bike to school tomorrow or if she will walk. Or if Natsuki will even go at all. It's been awfully cold out lately..." Natsuki narrowed her gaze. Shizuru had one hand to her cheek, looking concerned. Natsuki had concerns too, mostly about Shizuru's motives.
"Precipitation tonight with a high possibility of freezing tonight and early tomorrow morning," the weather man interrupted their internal musings. Natsuki squinted at the screen, trying to decipher the unnaturally positioned words and numbers as the man continued "Those roads are going to be dangerous tomorrow. The Channel 9 News Team urges everyone to drive only if absolutely necessary!"
"...Is that an ''M-R' on Wednesday and 'M-R-S' on Thursday? Mr. and Mrs.?"
"And on Wednesday and Thursday we should be seeing plenty of Mr. and Mrs. Sunshine!" The glee in the 50-something professional's voice was almost embarassing to listen to. Natsuki discovered it was possible to snort and fall off a couch laughing. Shizuru tried to hold it in, but not even her quiet dignity could stand firm in the face of such absurdity. At least she stayed on the couch.
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| 05:58pm 19/01/2009 |
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"Kitty loooooves me!"
Shizuru felt the light blush rising to her face and fought to keep it down. Oh, Natsuki should not do things like this. They were at Mai and Mikoto's dorm, feeding one of Mikoto's strays. The cat-like girl had found him with his leg broken weeks ago and brought him to Mai, demanding she fix him with no small amount of tears. After getting the stray 'fixed', Mikoto had demanded, with more tears, that he stay until he was all better. But the concert Mai now had tickets for was a few hours away, even by train. More tears as Mikoto was sure her new friend would starve overnight and a soft-hearted Natsuki had volunteered to come check on him.
After the disastrous 'dating incident', Natsuki had a newfound appreciation for Shizuru and practically attached herself to her side. She got dragged along to help check in on Kitty. Now she was sitting on Mai's couch, Natsuki draped across her lap, cuddling her face right up next to a displeased feline's, directly under the older girl's bust. The dark-haired girl was much too close. She was going to do something she'd regret if she didn't move.
"Shizuru?" Both Natsuki and the cat regarded her with wide green eyes. Startled, Shizuru took a moment to register what she was seeing, then couldn't help but laugh softly at their identical expressions, one human, the other feline. Natsuki un-draped herself, sitting up on her knees before brushing honey colored bangs back and leaning her forehead against the other girl's, doing nothing for Shizuru's severely strained self-control. "You don't have a fever....You okay?"
She was becoming more and more aware of a sneaky ulterior motive behind her own actions. Had she been doing this all the time? Like just now, using the cat as an excuse to get physically close without having to explain herself. And then the 'I'm checking for a fever' ruse...she knew why Shizuru was flushed. Any idiot would know it had nothing to do with poor health. Was she trying to push her past her limit? She had to admit to herself that maybe she was. Then she'd get what her body said it wanted without having to risk anything because it would all be (technically) Shizuru's doing. And she'd come back as soon as Natsuki forgave her...
She had blushed when she'd dared to bring their faces so close together, but it remained out of guilt. Really, if Shizuru ever realized how selfish she was, she'd leave in disgust at having wasted so much of her time. If Natsuki wanted what she suspected she might want, she'd just have to get it for herself.
"Natsuki shouldn't worry so much," Shizuru offered a gentle smile, unaware of the relentless progress of Natsuki's thoughts. "I am perfectly fi--!" She was silenced by something she'd felt only once before, something she'd only dreamed of ever feeling again. She felt herself melt into the sensation, body going limp. The cat escaped her weak grasp and, fearing more overly-affectionate treatment, scampered into another room.
Natsuki's heartbeat was erractic. She'd done it; she'd taken the initiative this time! She felt oddly proud of herself. Having pushed through one barrier, she couldn't figure out why she'd been so hesitant to move forward in the first place. She hadn't been sure what she felt, true, but she hadn't tried very hard to figure it out. What had she been afraid of? Rejection? Ridiculous. More likely she was afraid of an overly enthusiastic acceptance...but the Shizuru she found herself kissing now didn't react like the she-wolf she'd expected. She was almost timid, stunned like a deer in headlights. When the dark haired girl pulled back to sit on folded legs, the former kaichou remained against the back of the couch, eyes closed, breathing shallow. Natsuki admired the furious blush adorning Shizuru's pale skin in wonder as the thought that she had caused it drifted through. Was this what Shizuru felt when she caused Natsuki's numerous blushes? No wonder she teased so much! The adrenaline pulsing through her wondered how far she could make things go. Rational thinking wondered what one more kiss could hurt. Natsuki was a recipe for disaster.
Attempting a recovery, a breathless Shizuru tried to steady her voice. "Does this mean...Natsuki returns...my feelings...then?" She only partially succeeded. Silence stretched for a moment and she looked to see if Natsuki had silently left, to see if she had just fallen asleep and had a particularly nice dream, but she saw the other girl standing directly in front of her, the look on her face one she'd never seen cross those features before. Still shy, but now mostly playful, almost...hungry. Crimson eyes widened as one leg settled on the outside of her thigh and she would have felt cold on the surface of the sun when she found Natsuki straddling her waist, sitting comfortably in her lap. This couldn't be good for her heart.
"Shizuru....I don't know if this is love like your love or not...but could you bear with it for a while?" What other kind of love could it be? she asked herself as Natsuki closed the distance again, but a smarter part of herself told her to shut up and let the girl define it for herself. Natsuki wasn't the sort of person to understand something from second-hand experience. She had to bite her lip when the younger girl discovered the sensitive spot on her neck by accident. Had she really never done anything like this before? No amount of self control could hold back the whimpers as Natsuki realized the gold mine she'd stumbled upon and took advantage of it, causing a startled Shizuru to wrap her arms around her back, gripping fistfuls of fabric when Natsuki decided to test the sensitivity of her earlobe.
Then the contradictory cat, feeling neglected and upset about it, pushed its way between them, settling in Shizuru's lap in the space between her stomach and Natsuki's. Neither of them had ever been angrier at a cat before in their lives, but the mood was effectively ruined. Shizuru hesitated to open her eyes again. Once was too lucky; she'd open her eyes this time and Natsuki would tell her it had all been a mistake. Feeling distinctly selfish, she didn't want Natsuki to leave yet. She refused to loosen her grip on the fabric in both hands. "N-Natsuki...kani-" Natsuki stiffened, suddenly angry.
"Fujino Shizuru, don't you dare apologize for something I just did!"
That was new. Shizuru stared at her like a kicked puppy, tears falling down her flushed cheeks. Natsuki immediately regretted yelling, but hadn't known how else to get through to her. "I should have stopped Natsuki...it had to have been a mistake..." Natsuki glared at her and pinched her cheek, hard. She whimpered, rubbing at the sore spot.
"Don't you get it?" Natsuki's tone, like her expression, became softer. "I don't know why I did that...except that I just felt like I wanted to. I'm sorry if I've been leading you on all this time. I'll probably keep doing it. I don't know what I want...I just know I want Shizuru to always be with me. I don't know if I want you as a friend or what, though. So...would you bear with me while I try to find out?" Blushing, unable to make eye contact, Shizuru nodded.
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Natsuki stared across the table, eyes deadpan, chin propped on the back of one hand. She was beyond anger or annoyance. Why had she thought this would be, if not a good idea, at least an enlightening one? Well, she had learned something she supposed.
"K-kuga-san!" Natsuki felt her eyebrow twitch. She should just keep walking, she knew. She usually did. But for some reason she turned around. It must be all the time she'd been spending with Shizuru recently. She was melting Fuuka's darling Ice Princess bit by bit.
"What?" she snapped. Caught off guard by a response, held by a predatory emerald gaze, the boy lost his nerve and just stared. Natsuki huffed and turned to go, her disgust with the general public reaffirmed.
"P-p-please go out with me!" She should punch him in the face. She would punch him in the face.
'But no,' Natsuki thought to herself, 'I had to get all philosophical and figure things out about myself. Damn Mai, putting stupid ideas in my head. She's buying me the most expensive set of lingerie I can find for this.'
"...One date. That does not mean I am 'going out' with you. You're paying. NO TOUCHING."
Ever since Mai and Chie had ambushed her in the forest surrounding the school and demanded she figure out what was going on with herself and the former kaichou, she'd been wondering if she didn't simply feel drawn to Shizuru because Shizuru was drawn to her. Because she had finally accepted that she was drawn to her. An almost embarrassing percentage of her thoughts involved the other girl, mundane and otherwise. She struggled through mountains of homework in half the time it used to take just to call and talk about the day, to hear that melodic Kyoto-ben. She had even considered cleaning her apartment regularly for a change, at some point finding the mess had become acutely embarrassing compared to Shizuru's tidy dwelling. But Shizuru came over more often when it was dirty, to help clean. When she wasn't around, Natsuki wished she was. She froze like a deer in headlights every time the older girl 'forgot herself', but no longer knew why and had long since quit pretending to.
So why not find out? If Natsuki was just drawn to people that were drawn to her, loving simply because she was loved, surely she'd be able to tell from this poor sap. Right now she was just annoyed. He was turning out to be a royal jackass. It didn't help that she kept subconsciously comparing him to Shizuru. She knew something about dating from Mai's stories and had been comparing them to her reality for the past hour. He had not picked her up. Instead, she'd had to drive herself to their destination. He had not taken her somewhere nice. A generic buffet style restaurant without even proper waiters or waitresses, and not a high quality one at that. Her first thoughts upon hearing the dinner plans had been, 'Shizuru would have taken me somewhere nicer'. Now he was angrily trying to get the last bit of mustard past the clogged nozzle onto his plate, getting more and more frustrated by his futile efforts. The grease pooling on the bottom of his plate made her slightly nauseous to even look at. Definitely not high quality.
With a sigh, she reached over, snatched the bottle away, and twisted the entire lid off. One, two, three quick taps and there was an acceptable pile of mustard on the plate. Thoroughly fed up with the whole experience, she lightly chucked the bottle at his head. It wasn't like she meant serious harm. If she'd meant for him to get hurt, he would have. He didn't seem to know Natsuki at all. For someone who claimed to be interested in her romantically, he didn't act like it either. His face turned red at what he thought of as a mortal insult to his manliness and he hurled the full bottle of ketchup directly across the table. Time slowed down. Even without her indirect experience, Natsuki knew that was not how you treated a date. Someone should look into anger management. She tried to bring her hand up to catch the condiment before it broke her nose, but found that hand held down by someone else. She stared at the long, neatly manicured nails in confusion, forgetting even to brace herself for the imminent collision. When she looked up, she saw Shizuru leaning over the back of her chair, holding her hand against the table with her own, the bottle of ketchup neatly caught seconds before impact. She felt the color drain from her face, not because she had kept the 'date' a secret from her closest friend and fully expected to get a look like she had just killed a puppy if Shizuru ever found out, but because of the look in those crimson eyes as they bore into the boy across the way. He didn't know how lucky he was that Shizuru didn't still have her Element. Or her Child. She tossed the bottle back toward him with deceptive force, landing it directly between his legs, just shy of ensuring he retain a wonderfully high singing voice the rest of his life. For a brief moment he found himself in the same position Natsuki and the other HiME had been in during the Festival, knowing the terror of someone threatening to take his 'precious person', then he passed out cold.
With surprisingly gentle movements considering the anger lurking in her eyes, Shizuru pulled Natsuki away from the table and past curious onlookers, enfolding her fiercely in a protective embrace as soon as they reached the parking lot. Natsuki felt almost giddy at escaping. She relaxed into Shizuru's arms, so pleased with the turn the evening had taken that she took a turn at 'forgetting herself' and snuggled happily against the side of that smooth neck, unaware at the delightful discomfort she was causing. "Thank you for saving me," she whispered, hot breath smooth skin making the older girl blush for a change.
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N: Hey, wait a second! How did you know where I was? I told you I had too much homework to see you tonight!
S: Ara? Oh, Mai-san called me ^-^
N: M-mai?!
S: Oh yes. She was watching Natsuki in the restaurant and called me when she thought Natsuki had 'learned what she wanted to learn'. What did Natsuki learn?
N: ...More importantly, why was Mai spying on me?!
M: ^o^; Ahaha....Run for it, Chie!
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I'm sorry it sucks ._. I am not on top with writing today. |
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| 12:33am 07/01/2009 |
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Shizuru was finding it hard to sleep. Despite Natsuki's forgiveness for her earlier actions, she felt as though she was drowning in shame. Sleep was impossible; she gave up and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling as she reflected on the events a day or two earlier.
An enchanting scent. Hands brushing forbidden skin. The soft, almost pleading, way her name had sounded from another's lips...
Seriously, to take such liberties with the girl after she was allowed to stay near her. It would almost seem as though she'd been rewarded, in fact, with Natsuki's proposal of a "date" just hours earlier. But did Natsuki mean it as a date the way Shizuru thought of a date? Or was she thinking of it as a date like the ones she and Mai went on? Shizuru sighed and rolled onto her side. She certainly hoped Natsuki didn't view Mai the same way Shizuru viewed Natsuki. But she always laughed off Shizuru's teasing indignation over the phone every time she answered a call and told her she was "in town, on a date with Mai". Shizuru rolled to the other side, sheets tangling themselves around her legs. No, a 'date' with Mai was definitely not what Shizuru considered date material. From the other girl's hesitance and shy words, she almost dared to think that this date wasn't viewed as an out-with-friends date by Natsuki either. Almost.
Even after everyone knew the truth, she had somehow been lucky enough to remain that one special friend in Natsuki's eyes. A tear slid down her face. She certainly hadn't deserved that. Or the way the others had accepted her, even after what she'd done to them. Honestly, was that entire group of people just ridiculously generous with their forgiveness? Or were they just really forgetful? Her thoughts kept jumping from topic to topic with no sign of focusing on any one for any amount of time. She pushed herself up to a sitting position, cradling the black teddy bear Natsuki had given her for her last birthday. Her cheeks flamed as she remembered Natsuki's adorable expression when she'd labeled their planned excursion as a date, the images playing themselves through her brain at that point quite beyond the boundaries of friendship. More tears traced down her cheeks. To betray someone as stupidly kind as Natsuki even in thought made her heart squeeze painfully and she buried her face in the bear's soft black fur, eventually crying herself to sleep as the grandfather clock chimed the hour from the living room. Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong...
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Natsuki's brow furrowed as she glared at the page in front of her, the tapping of her pencil against the desk increasing in speed with her annoyance. Who the hell had come up with syntax anyway?! She let her head fall to the wood in defeat. It was three in the morning and she had class in a few hours, but the last little bit of English homework was proving impossible without help. She groaned, staring bleary-eyed at the numbers mocking her on the alarm clock. Schoolwork did not come naturally to the dark-haired girl. She wasn't stupid, but, compared to someone like Shizuru, she had to work twice as hard for the same results. Her eyebrow twitched as she recalled the time the other girl had been upset over a B+. Didn't she know Natsuki would kill for a B?! A B- even! She sighed and trudged to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of rather strong coffee. Thank God Shizuru had gotten her that coffee maker when she'd announced she would take summer courses to keep up with her education. Had she known it would become Natsuki's lifeline in the next few months? Natsuki set the cup next to the lamp, picking up her phone and flipping it open. She stared at the screen for a moment, annoyance fading from her emerald eyes as she regarded the candid photo Chie had mischievously shot (with Natsuki's phone, no less) featuring Shizuru with what Natsuki thought of as her 'real' smile, Natsuki seated next to her on the couch, fingers intertwined. She focused on their hands, sighing again. Maybe the others were right; maybe she was leading her on. To hold hands like that, knowing Shizuru's feelings, her hopes and dreams, her innermost secret...On impulse Natsuki hit the 3, speed-dialing the older girl, suddenly desperate to hear her sleepy Kyoto-ben on the other line. Just as abruptly she hit END, berating herself for even thinking of calling Shizuru at such an hour when they both had school in the morning. She sank into the chair, letting her head fall in her hands.
"What's wrong with you?" she questioned out loud. With yet another sigh, she turned the desk lamp off with rather more force than necessary and crawled into bed, coffee forgotten as she wrapped herself around the nearly Natsuki-sized plush frog she'd gotten as a because-I-felt-like-it gift. Really, half the things she owned now were gifts from Shizuru. But what had she given back? In a decidedly black mood, she finally drifted off to sleep, digital numbers glowing a silent testament to the late hour.
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Because some people actually liked one of my ramblings enough to request a continuation <3 Thank you both so much! Unfortunately, I am no longer capable of pulling all nighters or even staying up as late as I used to and the computer screen keeps focusing and unfocusing due to tired....and it's only 1:30 in the morning ._. I used to stay up until 4 or 5...every night (morning?) Oh well, I think it's pretty good for pretty tired, but we'll re-read it tomorrow and see! More plot development (hopefully) when I'm more awake and have more time!! Poor Shizuru and Natsuki, I must rescue them from their angst! |
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| 09:44pm 06/01/2009 |
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"Shizuru!"
Natsuki twisted, trying to escape the older girl's hold to no avail. She had woefully underestimated the former kaichou's strength, especially when it came to getting (or keeping) what she wanted. Shizuru just hugged her closer and landed another quick kiss on the dark-haired girl's heated cheek.
"Quit that! We're in public," she hissed under her breath.
"Ara, I hardly count a quiet New Year's party in our apartment with the girls as 'in public', Natsuki."
"Chie's watching us..." she protested, making another remarkable effort to free herself to no end.
Chie smirked, camera phone ready for action.
"Natsuki shouldn't get so angry," Shizuru whispered into her ear, making her skin tingle at the warmth of her breath. "It's bad for your blood pressure."
"You're bad for my blood pressure," she hissed back.
"Kaichou-san and Natsuki-chan really do make a cute couple, don't they?" commented Aoi, standing beside Chie in the doorway.
"Mah, it was just a matter of time," Mai remarked from behind her, Mikoto nodded in agreement and adding,"Tate will give up eventually too."
"They're perfect for each other," Akira added as she eyed the scene Natsuki was desperately trying to avoid, Takumi by her side.
"You know what good for blood pressure?"
Natsuki's escape attempts ceased and even Shizuru quit her teasing to survey the eternally 17-year-old teacher curiously.
"BEER!" Midori draped herself on the shoulder Shizuru didn't occupy and proceeded to down her tankard in a single gulp.
"That may be true, Midori-sensei, but there doesn't seem to be any left." Shizuru smiled, and tugged on Natsuki's hand, eyes large and pleading. "Natsuki will come to the balcony with me at midnight?"
"Uh...sure...?" Wait, how did Shizuru get her to agree to that?! Damnit! Shizuru laughed softly as Natsuki's thoughts showed through her expressions and playfully blew in her ear. Not quite expecting that, the noise she made caused Chie to raise an eyebrow appreciatively at the pitch and Aoi to whistle and offer a, "Natsuki-chin's gotten sexy!" much to Natsuki's mortal embarrassment. |
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| 11:07am 02/01/2009 |
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She held the dark-haired girl close, missing her terribly even though she'd seen her just a few days earlier. She caught a hint of perfume from somewhere and instinctively moved closer, trying to identify the source.
Natsuki whimpered slightly as she felt Shizuru nuzzle behind her ear, breathing deep. Cool hands slid beneath her shirt, tracing patterns on her lower back. "Shizuru..."
The older girl froze as her senses returned and her hands were behind her back before Natsuki could blink.
"Kannina, Natsuki. I forget myself when I'm around you." She smiled gently and excused herself, saying she would call later. Natsuki could only stare at the ground, cheeks burning.
She hated herself for never being able to get the words she always wanted to say past her lips until it was too late, for the sadness lacing Shizuru's words that she knew she caused. It was a thing that happened all too often as they'd settled into the awkwardness of a normal life, she grudgingly attending summer school to avoid repeating grades, Shizuru taking a few summer classes at the university. They would meet when they could, usually at the former kaichou's insistence but it was always a struggle as Natsuki had ridiculous amounts of homework and had taken on a part time job in a motorcycle shop. And then Shizuru would be so intoxicated simply by her presence after going without for so long that she would slip up and accidentally say or do something that crossed the boundaries of friendship. She always said the same thing afterwards. Kannina, Natsuki. I forget myself. Natsuki growled in frustration and whirled around to punch the tree at her back, grateful for the scraped and bruised knuckles that almost distracted her from her thoughts. Weren't things supposed to be better with all the HiME nonsense over? Because a normal life was proving to be far more stressful. I forget myself. She knew what Shizuru meant when she said that. I forget that you reacted so violently when you first found out. I forget that this love is just me and Natsuki tolerates it. I forget that I am far luckier than I deserve that Natsuki would even let me near her after what I did. I forget that I'm a monster. Shizuru could never bring herself to leave Natsuki, no matter how much she trouble she felt she caused her. As long as Natsuki kept forgiving her transgressions, she would keep returning. And Natsuki always forgave her. Natsuki felt more like the monster in their relationship, whatever it was. She wasn't sure anymore.
"Mouu, Natsuki. How long are you going to lead Kaichou-san on?" Natsuki glared at Mai as she emerged from behind a nearby tree, Mikoto and Chie trailing behind.
"How can I lead her on when I don't even know what's going on?" she demanded, hands clenched in frustration.
"I thought you said you gave her your answer already. You know, 'thanks, but no thanks'."
Her bad attitude deflated. "It sounds so...I don't know, heartless when you put it like that. Like I just blew her off or something."
Mai shrugged. Chie cupped her chin thoughtfully before turning her gaze on Natsuki. "Feelings can change, you know. Maybe when you answered her, that was how you felt. But just because you said something like that then doesn't mean you can't take it back now. She seems pretty serious about you."
Natsuki sighed and mumbled, "She deserves better."
"Whatever she deserves, we all know what she wants. Maybe Natsuki should let Kaichou decide." Natsuki felt herself bristling irrationally as Mai referred to her in third person like Shizuru always did. She did like the way her name rolled off the other girl's Kyoto-ben tongue...
"Besides, didn't Natsuki wear that perfume to impress her?" Chie acted innocent, but it had been a long time since anyone was fooled by it. Natsuki flushed tomato red.
"Sh-shut up!"
"I think it worked." Mai grinned and Natsuki was reminded of Shizuru's gentle nuzzles just where she had spritzed the scent that morning. Surely she had no blood left to fill her face.
"You shut your mouth! I'm not talking to any of you!" She huffed and made to stomp off, only to find herself with a mouthful of dirt as Mikoto hit her from behind and knocked her to the ground.
"Mah, Natsuki shouldn't run off like that before we're done talking," Mai chided, kneeling down. "Won't you hear us out?"
"Fine! But quit referring to me in third person!"
"Ara, but that's how Kaichou..."
"That's why--!" Natsuki stopped, turning her face to the side and glowering. "That's why I don't want you to."
"You can admit some things to yourself, at least," Chie sighed as she pulled Mikoto off Natsuki's back.
"Natsuki, you need to seriously reevaluate Kaichou..."
"You can call her Shizuru. Or Fujino. She's not the kaichou anymore."
Mai and Chie smiled knowingly at each other. Natsuki was so cute when she got particular about her woman. And how amusing would it be to see her outrage if she knew that was how they mentally thought of Shizuru Fujino, former kaichou?
"Have it your way," Mai conceded. "At any rate, you need to stop and take a good long look at your relationship with her. She knows where she stands, but you can't just let her beat herself up about it all the time. And if you're not even going to try to be serious, quit letting her so close and getting her hopes up. Because you are." Now Mai was glaring at the hushed Natsuki, who was looking at her with utter confusion in her emerald eyes.
"I...do? I am?"
"You're sending mixed signals, Natsuki-chan," supplied Chie. "Probably because you yourself don't know what you want to send. You don't want quite what she wants, but you're sure you don't want her to leave. You want her without the upkeep, the girl without the effort. And she's so desperate to be near you that she'd willingly stay in this awkward limbo of a relationship."
"....If you guys are so smart then tell me what to do."
Mai reached into her pocket and produced two pieces of paper with a triumphant, "Ta da!!"
"....What are they?"
"What are...Natsuki!! I'm ashamed!" Natsuki stared. Ashamed? What? Why? "These are tickets to the motorcycle show in Kyoto next month. Mouu, I thought you liked motorcycles, Natsuki! What is this?!"
"...So what do tickets to that show have to do with me and Shizuru?" Her eyes kept glancing down from Mai's face to the tickets longingly. She was still trying to save enough to get a new bike; she had been a little too rough on hers during the Festival.
"It was Chie's plan, actually. She's seen you and Kai--Fujino-san a few times before and..."
"Out of the pureness of my heart..."
"Out of the pureness...of her heart, came to me thinking maybe the two of us could help the two of you."
Natsuki eyed them. This was not a very enlightening explanation.
"I complained that Tate, being the retard he is, thought to get us these two tickets to the show he was dying to go to as a date but luckily Mikoto, being smarter than him, got two tickets to a concert I wanted to go to. So I told him, 'Thanks, but no thanks.' So now I have these two tickets and don't know what to do with them...but does Fujino-san even like motorcycles?"
Natsuki nodded.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." Mai and Chie were awed by her confidence.
"Zuru likes bikes because Natsuki like bikes," Mikoto chimed from behind her. The other two were chagrined at their stupidity. Of course!
"It doesn't hurt that Natsuki's suit is so sexy," Chie mused.
"Oi, oi! Don't talk about me like I'm not here! And don't you go giving anyone any ideas!"
"Ara, Natsuki knows me too well!"
"And quit impersonating Shizuru, damnit!" She snatched the tickets from Mai's hand and successfully stomped off through the woods.
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"What did Natsuki do to her hand?" Shizuru frowned, lifting the scraped knuckles for closer inspection. She had accepted Natsuki's unspoken forgiveness yet again and come to her apartment with Natsuki's hopes that at least one of them would be able to decipher the intricate workings of English grammar.
"It's nothing," she replied, a slightly guilty blush coloring her cheeks at the lie. The way Shizuru was looking at her implied that she wouldn't accept such a half-assed reasoning to bodily harm having been inflicted on her Natsuki. Time to change the subject. "Na, Shizuru, what are you doing in a couple weeks? Like, next month."
"Hm? Whatever Natsuki has in mind, because she does have something." She dragged the dark-haired girl gently down the hallway to the bathroom and made her sit on the counter while she started some belated first aid treatment.
"Well, Mai gave me some tickets--" she stopped and hissed as Shizuru dabbed rubbing alcohol on the scrapes. "It would have been fine without that," she grumbled but made no move to take her hand back. Shizuru said nothing and began wrapping the bandage. "Anyway, there's a motorcycle show in Kyoto next month and Mai had two tickets but she doesn't really like bikes, so she thought I could go and take someone with me." Shizuru stopped her ministrations to glance up at the other girl, holding her for a moment with a crimson gaze that made Natsuki flush.
"Who is Natsuki going to go with?"
"...Are you stupid?"
Shizuru chuckled, turning Natsuki's hand to check the bandage one more time before setting it on the other girl's lap. "Is Natsuki asking me on a date to a motorcycle show?"
"Yes."
The honey haired girl stopped. She hadn't expected that answer. "Na-"
"Yes, I am asking you on a date to a motorcycle show. B-because...I don't know. But I'll find out."
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Shizuru frowned and tapped her chin, re-reading the e-mail for perhaps the fourth time.
Shizuru, I figured out what I want for graduation since you would insist on giving me something. I still don't think you should. Just for the record. But since you call and text almost every hour about it now, I guess it's time to give in and let you have your way. I don't know if it's something you'll be able to give, but I'll tell you at dinner tonight. But I won't tell you why. So don't ask. Or beg. And don't even think about crying because I still won't tell you why.
-Natsuki
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"...Quit staring like that, Shizuru."
"Mmm? But I've already finished my dinner. Natsuki is taking too long on purpose." She sighed dramatically. "If Natsuki continues to put off telling me what she wants, I will have to come up with something on my own."
Natsuki choked slightly on her food, imagining what, exactly, Shizuru could 'come up with on her own'. Nothing her mind supplied was mentionable in polite company and just who it would be a 'present' for was doubtful.
"Well? Does Natsuki want me to come up with something?" There was a dangerous glint in those crimson eyes. Natsuki pushed her plate away from her. Her stomach was turning butterflies, making her regret what little she had eaten. Not being particularly gifted with words, she was finding it hard to get started.
"Um..." She played with the ends of her hair nervously, looking down and fighting the blush rising to her cheeks. She didn't see the flush in Shizuru's as she took in the adorable picture of a shy, nervous Natsuki. "I don't know if you even still have it..."
"We won't know unless Natsuki tells what 'it' is," Shizuru suggested.
"Your...kerchief."
"Kerchief?" The older girl was confused.
"Your bandana, ribbon, whatever the hell you call it. The red part of your uniform last year." Natsuki had definitely lost the fight with her blush, but with her request finally voiced, she found herself in good company.
"...Why would Natsuki want that?"
"I said I wouldn't answer that question," she fumed, crossing her arms and scowling. "At any rate, I don't want it now. If you still have your old uniform, even. I don't want it until graduation. Well...maybe the day before."
Still pleasantly surprised at Natsuki's requested gift, Shizuru just smiled. "Whatever Natsuki wants. But isn't that a little cheap? I could always get Natsuki a new bike..."
"Don't you dare!" She'd be in debt to the angel-winged devil woman the rest of her life if she let her get her a present like that!
"So mean..."
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Note: Who the hell knows if I'll ever write this in there, but for the record Natsuki's wants her tie because it's a memento from when they met and all they went through in school. She's basing her idea somewhat on the tradition in Japan of boys giving up one of the buttons from the uniform to the girl they like when they graduate. She get past the denial stage eventually lol
And she wants it the day before to wear at the actual graduation ceremony <3 She's so deep in the closet, she's finding Christmas presents |
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Shizuru eyed the drink in front of her skeptically and, not surprisingly, a bit blurred.
"It's not strong enough," Natsuki huffed from the bar stool next to her, brows knit together in annoyance and frustration. This was Shizuru's third drink at their fourth bar of the night. And she'd only intended to have one. There was something wrong with every drink Natsuki kept ordering and, unwilling to waste money, the unfit alcohol was passed to her. If she wasn't slightly drunk, she would have suspected Natsuki of ulterior motives.
The Long Island was decidedly weak...for a drink with six or so straight shots in it. Weak enough that Shizuru, who was more fond of the effects of alcohol than the taste, didn't mind drinking it while Natsuki fumed and tried to decide if it was worth going to another bar. The first bar they'd walked into that night should have tipped them off.
"Can I have a cherry vodka sour?"
The girl behind the counter stared at Natsuki like she'd asked for the equation for time travel.
"...What's in that?"
Both girls froze in shock and stared back. Was she serious?
"Cherry. Vodka. And sour."
The night hadn't improved too much after that as far as drink quality went. This one was too fruity, so over to Shizuru it went. This one was too strong and try as she might, Natsuki couldn't make the other girl down it. Another was too sweet, but that was because Natsuki had accidentally tried to drink Shizuru's Fuzzy Navel, a combination of peach schnapps and orange juice. As far as drinks went, sweet was a no for Natsuki and strong was preferred. Shizuru had laughed at the disgusted look that had crossed Natsuki's features.
"Ara, no Fuzzy Navels for Natsuki. Those are mine."
And so the night had gone until they ended up at this final(?) bar, yet another drink in front of the older girl. "Natsuki should come home with me." Shizuru's Kyoto-ben was developing a decided slur. The dark haired girl eyed her and smirked.
"I am going home with you, Shizuru. You wouldn't make it otherwise."
"Mah, Natsuki's mean! I'm a big girl; I can make it home myself!" No matter that Shizuru herself had proposed not going home alone; She was now determined to leave the dark-haired girl behind. To prove her point, Shizuru attempted to extricate herself from the barstool and make her way to the door. She made it to the floor, her ankle caught in the not-so-intricate architecture of the bottom of the stool.
"I'm not drunk enough for this," Natsuki stated with a sigh.
"Natsuki's not drunk at all!" pouted Shizuru from the floor. "Now fix my skirt!"
"Why'd you wear a skirt drinking anyway?!"
Omake:
N: At least I don't have to worry about you going and picking up other girls at bars when you're wasted.
S: What ever can Natsuki mean? I can pick up any girl I want. Especially if Natsuki won't play with me.
N: Not with a pick up line like, "Natsuki should come home with me" you won't.
S: ...I would if they were drunk...
N: Only if they were as wasted as you.
S: Mouu! -pouts- |
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