DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kannazuki No Miko.
lol I guess I'm back sooner than I thought. I decided to write about Chikane and Himeko for a bit. This is all set after Chikane was erased from everyone's memory. It might be out of context of the anime but this is fanfiction, right? So I get to create a whole new world if I wish :P. Please enjoy (^_^)
Just follow the sunset. Himemiya Chikane thought to herself as she closed her eyes and lost herself within the noises of the ocean. It was near evening and the sun was beginning to lower itself completely behind a pinkish-red horizon. The ocean lapped up the colors from the sky and resembled a wavy, pink blanket that covered the land. Chikane was sitting on the shore but was close enough to the ocean to allow the waters to lick her elegant, bare feet. Her usual effervescent, sapphire-eyes were dimmed with a burden of emotional conflict that she held within her chest. All that she felt was all caused due to a simple, yet accidental, happenstance. What had happened was a meeting that only star-crossed lovers in Shakespeare's plays would have been able to play out splendidly.
Earlier that day at a small cafe a little ways from the ocean itself, Himemiya Chikane had the pleasure of meeting someone who emotionally unraveled her. She was merely sipping her coffee and reading a book when her gem-like eyes caught the sight of a most beautiful seraphim in the flesh. The young woman she had laid eyes on had luscious golden hair that cascaded down her back and to her waist and the most entrancing amethyst eyes Chikane had ever seen. Those same eyes caught Chikane staring and the blonde smiled sweetly and waved at the stoic, sapphire-haired goddess.
Chikane gulped but managed a weak smile back and the young blonde came over to Chikane's table. The blonde held her backpack and a camera within her arms and a flush of pink had bloomed across her face as she stood nervously in front of Chikane.
"Uhm...uhm...uh-" The blonde stuttered her words and nearly choked on her air.
She better not throw up on me. Chikane thought to herself as she raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow at the quivering woman in front of her. "Would you like to sit down?" Chikane asked politely.
The young woman smiled broadly and nodded her head as she took a seat from across Chikane. She clumsily dropped her backpack beside her and placed the camera gently on the table. "Sorry, my name is Kurusugawa Himeko and I'm in your history class."
Chikane ran her college classes through her mind and tried to remember seeing this girl but her memory data banks came up empty. I would have remembered her clearly if she really is in my history class. "I apologize, Miss Kurusugawa, but I do not seem to be able to remember you." Chikane's voice was more formal than friendly.
Himeko's shoulders slumped down a bit but refocused her gentle eyes on the sapphire-haired perfection in front of her. "Please, call me Himeko; I'm usually sitting in the far, far back of the auditorium. The front seats scare me a bit because the teacher is a bit harsh with her words."
Chikane's eyes softened at the blatant innocence of the girl in front of her. "Ah well I see; it is nice to meet you, Himeko. Is there something that I can help you with?"
"Oh, I just wanted to come and congratulate you for winning that writing contest last week." Himeko slightly fidgeted with her camera lens as she moved her eyes from Chikane's face to the table in front of her.
At their college, there was an writing contest and Chikane had submitted a tiny poem and won the $1000 grand prize for first place. She was not intent on winning anything at all and had merely entered her poem in for her amusement. Her poem was published in the college and city newspaper and a couple publishers had even approached her about publishing her poem in a small collection of writings from various other people in town.
She smiled at the blonde in front of her and nodded her head. "Thank you so much, Himeko; genuine compliments like that mean a lot."
Himeko beamed brightly at Chikane and the sapphire-haired woman felt her heart warm. She seems so familiar...and yet I don't know her at all. Maybe it's because she's so friendly. Chikane thought to herself as she brought her coffee to her perfectly shaped lips and took a sip.
"Uhm...so...do you have a partner for the class writing project, Chikane?" Himeko asked tentatively as she kept her eyes on the table.
Chikane gently set her coffee down and focused her clear eyes on the golden-haired innocence in front of her. "Actually, I was absent that day and I have yet to find a partner." Her acute mind realized that maybe Himeko was vying for the position as partner and Chikane hoped that that was true.
"Well, I don't know too many people in class and -uh I totally understand if you already have a partner but -uh you know, if you want to be partners with me, I would like that very much." Himeko vomited her words out and almost panicked as she realized how funny she must have sounded to the stoic beauty in front of her.
Chikane felt her heart flutter a bit and she nodded her head. "I would love to be partners with you, Himeko."
The way Himeko smiled at Chikane's words could be perfectly compared to the joy that pen-ultimate happiness could only bring. "Thank you so much, Chikane!"
Chikane felt an urge to want to hug the blonde but she remained calm and collected. She eyed Himeko's camera and tilted her head slightly. "I see that you are a photographer; am I right?"
"Well, I would like to become one some day. I am taking classes for it now."
"Ah, do you plan on specializing in any particular field of photography?"
Himeko thought for a moment and Chikane couldn't help but smile at the adorable way Himeko's face scrunched up in thought. "I recently became enticed with black and white photos so maybe I'll specialize in that. What are you studying for, Chikane?"
"I'm going into the field of law. I have always been intrigued by the court system and hopefully I will become a judge someday. I'll be happy even if its just in a small circuit court."
Himeko's amethyst eyes seem to glaze over when Chikane said the word 'law'. Why do I have a feeling that she zoned out immediately when I told her of my future job?
"Oh well I guess if that is what makes you happy. I'm not too much for law; it seems way too complicated. I'm more of an artist, I guess." Himeko smiled and Chikane silently forgave her for becoming instantly bored at the mention of the sapphire-haired one's future profession.
The two kept exchanging basic information about each other until a ring came from Himeko's pocket and she fished out her cellphone. She checked the text message that came through and sighed as she looked regretfully at Chikane. "Is something wrong?" Chikane asked with a bit of genuine concern to her voice.
Himeko frowned slightly and gave Chikane a weak smile. "I totally forgot that I promised to eat dinner with my roommate tonight. I'm sorry to have to leave so quickly, Chikane." Himeko slid off her chair and picked up her backpack and camera.
Chikane felt small waves of desperation claw at her as she stared at the young blonde in front of her. She wanted her to stay so badly but she knew it would be wrong of her to demand the blonde to remain in her seat, especially since they both just met. Why do I feel so clingy to her? "Do you need a ride?" Chikane blurted her words out as fast as she could. She wanted more time with Himeko and she was going to go to as many lengths as it took for that to happen.
Himeko smiled and shook her head. "No, she's actually waiting for me right outside. But thank you, Chikane. I'll see you later definitely though!" Himeko smiled and turned to leave.
Chikane felt something within her crack as she stared at the back of the blonde's head. Maybe I should ask her to meet me later? Or...something...oh my god, think, Chikane! As Chikane was busy wrestling with her thoughts, the blonde seemed to remember something and she turned and ran back to Chikane. Chikane felt her soul lighten as she saw the blonde running back to her and she almost lifted her arms out in front of her to receive the blonde with an embrace.
But, the dark-haired beauty was quickly disappointed when the blonde abruptly stopped in front of her and took out a pen and a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket instead of giving Chikane the physical contact her body was craving for at the moment. She wrote something on it and handed it to Chikane, who gingerly accepted the paper. "What is this, Himeko?" Chikane asked as she studied the writing on the paper.
Himeko blushed brilliantly. "It's my number and e-mail just in case you want to contact me. Well, see you later, Chikane!" With that, Himeko turned around and ran out to a small car that was parked in front of the cafe.
Chikane carefully folded the paper and placed it in her pocket and turned her eyes to the car that Himeko was getting into. Her sparkling, ocean-blue eyes caught the glimpses of an auburn-haired female and Chikane felt a pang of jealousy course through her veins. Himeko's roommate is lucky to be able to spend time with her...wait...why are you feeling this way for a stranger, Chikane? Chikane shut her eyes and massaged her temples. She was never a person who was easily controlled by her emotions but today was definitely a day to mark in the books. That blonde woman was able make Chikane's emotions clash against her logic like violent, crashing waves against stubborn, hard rocks. With a sigh, Chikane decided she needed to walk off her emotional turmoil so she answered the call of the ocean.
And now, Chikane sat on a spot on the beach where her body had aimlessly led her just a few hours ago. She had sat down, taken off her shoes, and soaked her feet in the waters in hopes that it would put out the fire in her heart. Of course, the more she tried to push Himeko out of her mind; the more the blonde seemed to manifest herself. Kind of odd how the woman in my poem seems to resemble Himeko considering that I didn't even know she even existed until earlier today. Chikane's mind went back to the beautiful siren she wrote about in her poem and she couldn't believe the blatant coincidences between her fictional siren and Himeko.
Before she immersed herself in her thoughts again, Chikane reached into her pocket and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper Himeko had written her contact information on. She turned the piece of paper over and saw that it was her grand-prize winning poem that had been published in the town newspaper. It would seem that Himeko had cut the poem out and had the intention of saving it but through her nervousness in front of Chikane; she didn't double check the paper she wrote her information on before passing it to the stoic woman. She was about to put the poem back in her pocket when her eyes caught sight of two hearts drawn near the top of the poem. The hearts were drawn near Himemiya Chikane's name and this caused a blush to form on the sapphire-haired woman's face. Hearts, huh? I wonder what that could possibly mean...
Saotome Makoto quickly covered her mouth with her hand as soda spewed out from between her fingers. She gaped at Himeko and the blonde was blushing a magnificent red as she stared down at her plate of half-eaten pizza. Makoto took in a dramatic breath and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and focused her bright blue eyes on her best friend. "You actually had the confidence to go and speak to the Queen of the school? Oh MY GOD, Himeko, you've got more balls than all the men in this restaurant!" Makoto laughed loudly.
Himeko felt a nervous twitch form near the corner of her eye as she realized that the people in the restaurant probably heard Makoto. "Mako, could you be quieter." Himeko's voice trailed off as she moved her eyes to her friend.
The auburn-haired woman gave her blonde friend a mischievous look and a sly grin. "Come on, you've had the hots for this woman since the beginning of school! Tell me, did you confess your undying love for her?"
Himeko's eyes were wide with horror. "No I-"
"DID YOU take her in your arms and look into her face and-"
"No, we just talked about-"
"Talked about all the wet dreams that you've had of her-"
"Oh my god, Makoto!"
"PLEASE TELL ME you at least got to touch her!"
"No, we only talked!"
"Okay, you at least smelled her?"
There was a pause between the heated conversation and Himeko blushed enough heat to compete with the marvelous sun. "...she was wearing Moon-Kissed Petals; that fragrance from that high-end store near the bakery in town. I knew it was that fragrance because she wears it all the time and I saw it hanging out of her purse once." Himeko's voice faded and her face took on a dreamy look.
Makoto winced at her love-struck friend and she laughed heartily. "Oh Himeko, Himeko...what am I to do with you? Did you at least give her your cell number?"
Himeko's face was radiant as she smiled at Makoto but just as quickly as her smile came; it suddenly was replaced with a look of absolute dread. She fumbled through her pocket and realized that it was empty and she slapped her forehead with her hand. "Oh my god..." Himeko's voice came out mumbled thanks to her hands that were clasped over her mouth.
"What-what is it?" Makoto asked worriedly.
Himeko shook her head and her amethyst eyes seem to be on the brink of unleashing tears. "I...the poem...I accidentally wrote my information on her poem I cut out from the newspaper."
Makoto raised an eyebrow at her friend and then her eyes became wide. "Holy crap, that poem that you drew the fricken hearts on?"
"Yes..."
Makoto burst out into a violent fit of laughter and Himeko hung her head in embarassment and defeat. "Oh my god, this couldn't have gone out more perfectly! Don't you see, now Chikane probably knows that you have a thing for her! Oh my god, this is great! HAHA this is something out of a Korean drama or something oh my god hahaha!" Makoto resumed her laughter even though Himeko was contemplating suffocating herself with her pillow later.
"But now she won't call me because she knows..." Himeko felt her chest tighten at the thought of Chikane becoming disgusted with her.
Makoto finished her laughter and wiped some stray tears from the corners of her eyes. "Oh Himeko, Chikane will not be spurned by this; hell, it might make her come over to your side! By the way, do we know if she's even gay?"
Himeko blushed brilliantly again. "Well, her poem was about a woman and in the poem, she wrote about kissing the woman passionately like as if her life depended on it."
Makoto grinned. "Okay, well let's hope she's gay or bi-curious then so my little, little Himeko can have a chance at love!"
Himeko couldn't take the teasing from her best friend anymore and she desperately tried to hide her embarassment by stuffing her face with as much pizza as possible.
Well there you have it, dears. Let me know what you think, okay? (^_^)