Center of the World
prologue- cogito, ergo sum
Kunihiro Hajime had always had the bad habit of thinking too much when alone and bored.
It used to happen all the time before she'd met Touka. In fact, she'd been in the middle of doing it exactly when she'd met the other girl. She'd probably end up doing it until she died, too, and drive herself mad in the process of living.
To tell the truth, she hated thinking.
Of course, it wasn't like she wasn't smart, or didn't like smart people, or didn't happen to enjoy the occasional deep conversation. It wasn't like that at all, really, because she was very intelligent
(she had to be, you know, what, with her practicing magic on her spare time and coming up with her own tricks- tricks which always left Touka feeling breathless, which was very truthfully an added bonus, and-)
and was surrounded by intelligent and incredibly talented people. To be honest, the reason why she hated thinking was, admittedly, very foolish.
It was so stupid, in fact, that she hated to think about it. Except that, against her wishes, she would end up thinking about all sorts of bad things all the time, and would also think about things that were not so much bad as troublesome. Worrisome.
Which was, in itself, why she detested thinking. Her brain would never let her focus on a positive event, and instead went for the bad.
Like, say, the fact that Touka's obsession with Haramura Nodoka was only increasing as time went by. Which, quite frankly, scared the living shit out of her.
But, you know, whatever. It's not like she'd really care if Touka happened to…to…desire…that…that impossibly well-endowed, penguin carrying, pink haired bim… but, whatever.
It's not like she really cared.
Really. She didn't.
She was just concerned in a way that didn't let her sleep at night and, during the times where she'd just break down from utter exhaustion, caused her to dream of very creative ways in which to make Nodoka disappear…
Like, say, with a particularly spectacular magic trick.
Like, say…
With a sleight of hand.
~o~
Takei Hisa was beginning to suffer from a chronic fluttering in her stomach, and she was absolutely positive it wasn't a good thing.
As a devious, teenage girl, she most certainly could not be considered dense. She was a sharp thinker, had a wonderful capacity for logic, and, at times, could not help but think in numbers. So she wasn't dense, and just so happened to be one of the brightest people her age.
She was a strategist. She planned ahead, took her time, and waited, with large amounts of patience. As a result, she won very often, very big, and very clearly.
So she was devious, and not dense, but she still went to the doctor.
"Discomfort in your stomach, you say?" He asked her, while sticking a thermometer in her mouth.
Hisa nodded and smiled in that particular way of hers, exceeding self-confidence and bordering on arrogance. Other people often found themselves wondering how she could make it seem like an attractive quality.
The doctor in front of her was one of them.
"Then, I'm going to have to run some other tests." He said softly, though he had a very big inkling as to what the girl's affliction was. "But first, I need to ask you some questions."
She nodded slightly in acceptance, the corners of her lips still tilted up into a small smile. Her eyes were, as always, seemingly perpetually amused.
"Right…have any of your friends been sick lately?"
She shook her head.
"Do you have anyone in your family that has gotten sick? Maybe a little brother or sister?"
Before she could answer, the thermometer began to beep. He took it out of her mouth before she could even begin to reach for it, looked at it, and muttered, "What a surprise. A perfectly normal temperature."
He turned to look at her, and she peered up at him with a raised eyebrow. Smug girl, he thought, but it was oddly charming on her.
"I don't have siblings." She replied, grinning at his expression. "And my aunt and uncle haven't been sick, either, so I don't think I've gotten it from anyone I know."
Au contraire, he hummed in his head, I believe you have.
But, please. As a responsible doctor, his only duty was to tell her what was wrong with her medically. He wasn't one of those strange love gurus, and he most certainly wasn't about to start on a different practice.
"Well, Takei-san, I'm certain you're a perfectly healthy seventeen year old girl." He turned around and began scribbling on a piece of paper. "I'm sure your…discomfort…will go away…eventually." Hisa visibly blanked at this. "But really, it's nothing to worry about. You seem like a bright girl. You'll figure it out in due course."
And with a last swish of his pen, he practically shoved her out of his office.
"Next!"
A/N:
Because I only just finished watching Saki, and fell in love with Fukuji Mihoko in the process. Hisa, too, because she's badass. And, of course, there's my unusual infatuation with Hajime, but that's a different story.
Either way, I love all the characters in the series, so whoever reads this can expect more from me. Especially if it has to do with HisaMihoko. It's, like, my OTP for this fandom. And, God, I hate how fangirl-y I sound.
I'm not a fangirl, I swear. I just think a lot about characters that catch my attention and try to find out as much as I can about them.
Later.
PS: Koromo owns me. Nodoka does, too, because I understand her pain. It sucks to be well-endowed.