Well, here it is. My new fic.

Honestly, it wasn't supposed to end up this way. My new fic had been planned to have action and adventure and all that fun stuff, but... I kinda lost the notebook where all my ideas were. All of my ideas... lost in the botttomless sea of nothingness...

So instead this happened. I really hope you guys will like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Mai HiME or Romeo and Juliet.

WARNING: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ ROMEO AND JULIET- PROCEED WITH CAUTION. THERE ARE SPOILERS. THANK YOU.


_It was in that small corner of the library, tucked away from wondering eyes, did she first noticed it.

A quaint little study table complete with a small yet comfortable chair facing an open window.

At first, she was slightly bewildered at how bare the spot was. With the orange sun calmly reflecting its golden light through the clear glass and onto the light shade of the sturdy looking desk, the isolated area was a prime location for a romantic rendezvous with a lover. Or a compact piece of heaven just for your thoughts.

Which just so happens to be what she is exactly looking for that entire afternoon. There's only so much attention a person could receive. And the amount that's been thrown at her since she's started her schooling has been a constant thorn at her side. The section was defended from individuals through massive rows of well structured bookcases, thousands of books, and its secretive silence.

The desktop was almost devoid of any material (a pencil holder containing two pencils and a stack of sticky notes making its presence known) and only the faint markings of a pencil or pen etched into the wood told her that it has been used before. She traced the markings where the writing utensil had gone through for a second before drawing the chair for her to sit down. She moved to sit down, but suddenly halted and turned the other way.

How would an almost empty desk be useful to her?

Shizuru Fujino moved silently throughout the large library, ducking behind bookcases when a student made their presence, as she began to look for a book to capture her attention. She walked through the shelves with the stealth of one akin to a fox, her fingers ghostly hovering over book titles within the stated category.

Crime wasn't really her taste.

Shizuru sighed before moving towards another shelf.

Nonfiction. It was interesting enough, but she needed a gateway to another world; not a gateway to the past or to a different present.

Her wavy honey locks danced behind her back as she moved to another corner of the library, the faint scent of lilacs trailing behind her. Her hand reached out to touch the spine of Romeo and Juliet. Literature.

Finally, something she could wrap her mind around and give it the peace its been craving.

She'd heard of Romeo and Juliet before from a couple of her acquaintances who spoke very highly of the tragedy written by Shakespeare, but she's never taken the time to read it herself. A book about star-crossed lovers from rival families. She's had her fair share of romance novels, but had yet touched romantic plays. Surely she won't be disappointed.

She moved towards her new found sanctuary with a renewed purpose. She walked soundlessly, deliberately taking steps that wouldn't draw any attention to her person. Bright crimson eyes glanced up her surroundings, checking to see if one of her eccentric fans managed to see their esteemed student council president walking around the library. Only hundreds of different titles caught her inspection and she nodded, glad for a little privacy.

She reached her destination soon enough and gracefully sat down on the open chair. Shizuru brought her book out onto the table and examined the worn hard-bound casing of the play, noticing the slight chipping of the hardened cardboard that showed the book's old age. The musty smell of its pages as she cracked open Shakespeare's work furthered her conclusion.

The Prologue

Enter Chorus

Two households...

Shizuru shifted in her seat to settle herself in for what she might hope would be a good read.


A good while later, the crimson eyed beauty shut the book closed, her eyes blinking dazedly as they adjusted to accustoms the bright sun that was currently grabbing her attention. She thought of the words that her eyes had just recently acquired.

To say the least, she could see why her colleagues found it enticing. The story of a love that cannot happen is essential in any good heartfelt novel, or in this case, play. Forbidden love is timeless, forever talked about in media, music, and literature. It is a classic.

But she just can't seem to get over on how unrealistic the play was. She understood that the tragedy was written in the 16th century during a time in which incest wasn't a highly debated topic like it was at this age so it shouldn't be at all surprising to read a tragic love story develop between a thirteen year old girl and a seventeen year old boy in the span of three days in which, both met their deaths for one another. It seemed logical back then.

Perhaps as time continued to turn the world, human minds began to mature. They realize more obvious characteristics that separate infatuation and love and are able to better understand the chemistry behind one's feelings for another. But there are some things that remain the same. Shizuru, although having never experienced such a reaction to another, believes in the heart stopping moment of meeting her potential love interest. Just as Romeo felt when he first laid his eyes on the fair Juliet.

Truly Romeo and Juliet were marvelous. The characters were splendid, well rounded with a personalities somewhat relatable to citizens of the present. Romeo, who first appears as someone who would leave a girl for another, was far more in dept than she realized. As was innocent Juliet. The mere fact that their love had escalated so deep in three days that they were willing to die for each other spoke volumes about the Language of the Heart. She'd hope only one day to find love as pure and passionate as Romeo's and Juliet's... and at a much steadier pace with a different ending. Falling in love and jumping in head first after one day of meeting one another would have disastrous results. And as much fun it is dying for such a young love, the idea of killing yourself because you can't live without your other seems to be an exaggeration.

Shizuru moved her arms forward to stretch the kinks out before grabbing a pencil and a sticky note. She tapped her writing utensil on the wooden table a couple times to try and conjure up something she'd learn from reading Romeo and Juliet, but nothing she already knew seemed to pop up. One question on the other hand, seems to plague her mind though and Shizuru quickly wrote it down in her elegant handwriting to ponder upon it.

How exactly does one fall in love so easily?

Those nine words ran around her brain, constantly clashing into each other to try and form a response. And Shizuru knew she could answer that question easily. It was simple enough. She just couldn't accept any of her possible conclusions.

The tawny haired brunette pushed her chair outwards and moved to stand up. Shizuru moved the chair back in as she tucked Shakespeare's play within her arms. Moving towards its original location, she slid the tragedy with the rest of the famed wordsmith's works, giving a nod at the small section as if giving it her respect.

She mentally bid it adieu before moving away from her self-proclaimed sanctuary's range. The student council president walked gracefully towards the front of the library, the student crowd steadily growing as she neared the exit. She caught more than a couple eyes starring directly at her, but she just ignored such looks. She was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but the way those students stared at her was so common that sometimes, she just wanted to run away and never look back.

Her high class upbringing prevented such actions.

But that didn't stop her from willing whatever deity was listening to her to give her the power to just run.

The door of the library was shut with a soft click and Shizuru headed towards the student council office, mentally preparing herself for what she knows will cause her more headaches than Romeo and Juliet could ever produce.


She came back to the library the same time she did yesterday and with the same reason.

She quickly headed towards her Peace, sending out a prayer that none of her fangirls was currently watching her every movement. And as stalker-like as that sounds, it was nonetheless true. Her eccentric fans would go through such great lengths to just talk her. Shizuru just wished that they would just talk to her like they would talk to someone else. They just seem to always put her up on a pedestal that Shizuru wanted nothing more than to step down from.

A tired sigh escaped her lips as she finally reached her solace. She sat on the comfortable chair and the calm atmosphere seemed to immediately settle around her form. Or maybe that was just the warm sun rays that the window managed to catch just for her.

The sun's hug was warm and just oh so protective. The crimson eyed beauty could practically feel her exhaustion walk away, as if the area that the sun managed to touch sent everything bad crawling towards the shadows. And the smooth table was exactly the place in which to lay her head on. She could feel the slightly cold surface touch her face and released a content groan. She closed her eyes and just reveled in the moment.

She was moving her arms to wrap around her head when she felt it.

The texture of paper.

Crimson eyes opened and looked at what her hand was touching. It was a sticky note.

But not her sticky note.

Love is completely unexpected and is therefore unpredictable and unexplainable to a certain degree. I hope that answers your question.

Shizuru's eyes widened at not only the answer, but the fact that she wasn't the only one using this small space. She really shouldn't be surprised though. The area was a public place and there was bound to be someone who knew of it... but still.

There was someone else in the school who knows of where she is and if that person realizes who she really was, then that could not only cost her new solace, but also what piece of mind she still had left.

Shizuru frowned at the sticky note before grabbing a pencil and another note from the pad.

She'll just have to protect her identity to the best of her ability. She can't afford to lose her fort of solitude to her fans...again.


Sooo yea. Comments? Questions?

I really hope that wasn't terribly awful. Kinda nervous starting a new multi-chapter fic. One-shots are one thing, but a new multi-chap. fic... haha.. *gulp*

Please excuse my grammar and spelling. I don't have a beta reader :(

Too much homework for the first week after break has left me almost brain dead so I hope I didn't disappoint... much.

:D Review. I'd really love to see whether or not should continue.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to read this! Have a great day/night!