Chapter 1: Is This Seat Taken?
A/N: So, I've noticed that in all of the many fanfictions that I've read, the author always does at least one of these little note things. Well, please note that this is my first fanfiction. I've never really had the right motivation to start my own. Not until I came across the author CanaanAlphardForever, whose work I've read 90% of. They're like the god of Yumikuri fanfiction, so I'd like to be the apprentice. Maybe I'll write 50 Yumikuri stories, as my goal. Who knows? But, I hope you enjoy my first one.
Ymir was running late for school. Though, that wasn't something out of the ordinary. It's just that she forgot. That's all. But in all seriousness, this was bad. Throughout her freshman, sophomore, and junior year, she had multiple tardies. Multiple couldn't even begin to describe how many times she had been late. Her first period teachers didn't even call out her name for attendance anymore because ten minutes before the bell everyday came the husky sounding voice of, "I'm here." She honestly didn't care about being late. At least she showed up in the first place. But, Principal Pixis didn't see it the way she did.
She had been called down to the office for the hundredth time that week. She was so used to be here that she had her own personal seat. As she sat looking around the familiar surroundings, Pixis finally evoked her from her thoughts. "Ymir. I hope you know why you are here. If not, allow me to fill you in." He said, looking directly her the brunette. She stared right back, being one not easily intimidated by old authority figures such as him. Or anyone else for that matter. She was freaking Ymir.
"You're here in my office once again because of your tardiness. This is an issue, and will not be tolerated. If you wish to repeat the same year over again, be my guest. It doesn't affect me." He leaned back in his seat, his expression laced with an unreadable emotion. "But, let me assure you that there shouldn't be a reason you end up repeating. You're one of this school's brightest students, Ymir. Your grades are excellent, and you're very close behind our genius, Armin Arlert." He sighed, returning his face to display his usual menacing one. Any sign of the one before was gone. With a crease in his brow, he straightened.
"But, your tardiness will bring you down. Now. Moving on, I have a task for you." Ymir stretched out her rather long legs as she waited for the old guy to speak. For once, she really had nothing to say. She was never really fond of school, but she decided to listen. She'd be damned if she ended up repeating for such a stupid reason.
"This will be your final chance to make up for all your unexcused tardies. Come to school everyday from this day forward on time. If you screw up even once, you can say goodbye to graduating with your friends." Ymir visibly frowned. This was complete bullshit. And, it wasn't anybody's fault but her own. "Fine. Have it your way. But just so you know, I'm not failing. I will not stay in this hellhole longer than I have to." And with that, Ymir stormed off.
That was only a few months ago. Every since that day, Ymir made it to school on time. Even if it was only by a few seconds. But now, she could mess up her record. She finished the rest of her junior year with no tardies, but her senior year could ruin her. How could she forget that today was her first day?
"Shit." She muttered as she looked towards her clock. It read exactly 7:10, and school started at 7:30. Walking to school wouldn't be an option, since it took her about 15 minutes to get there on foot. She would have to take the bus, which could get her there in about 7 minutes. Give or take a few, but she didn't have a few to give. She groaned at the thought of riding the bus. "All those annoying people.." She shook the thought from her head as she hurriedly rushed to get dressed.
Rose High had a standard dress code policy, which was to wear whatever you wanted. As long as it wasn't crude or insensitive. Ymir liked to play dangerously close to the line sometimes, but never crossed over. She decided that she'd settle for a black muscle tank top with the words "Parental Advisory Explicit Content" in bold lettering, a pair of black ripped jeans, and some basic maroon colored Vans. The strings of the shoes were black of course.
She rushed out of her apartment in record time, her backpack slung over her shoulder. She checked her phone for the time, 7:18. She thanked whatever deity out there that she had showered the previous night as she rushed to get to the bus stop. It was right around the corner from her apartment building, so it didn't take her long to get there.
"Fuck me." Ymir tiredly breathed out. "I made it." She rushed to get in the line, which was steadily starting to disappear as people got into the bus. She noticed that there weren't many people in it to begin with. A couple of guys in business suits, and a small blonde girl behind her. The small girl was minding her own as she idly played with the tips of her two pointer fingers. "She's kinda cute." Ymir thought to herself, as she looked at the girl from the side. She must've started staring, because the girl looked towards her.
The small, blonde girl smiled up at her, and Ymir sheepishly scratched the back of her neck. "How could you get caught staring, dumbass?!" Ymir chided herself, as she was not one to easily get caught. While Ymir was staring she noticed that the girl wore nothing more than a simple blue dress that came a few inches above her knees, with a medium sized bow in the middle of it. The dress matched the color of her eyes, while the bow and the collar of it were a much darker blue. She wore a grey cardigan on top of it, along with some white knee high socks to cover up most of her legs. The shoes she had on were some white flats with little bows on them as well. Altogether, Ymir thought the unknown girl was more than cute. She was freaking gorgeous!
"A princess?" She thought, trying to figure out what the girl reminded her of. "Nah. That's not right." She shook her head, not paying attention the line. Then, that's when she heard it. A voice. A faint one, but still a voice nonetheless. It was coming from the girl. "Um, miss? Could you board the bus, please? I could be late for school if you don't hurry.." The blonde girl shyly spoke, as if she thought she wasn't supposed to be. That's when it came to Ymir. The girl was a "...goddess." She spoke the last word out loud, only confusing the shy girl more. But, a faint blush came across her cheeks. "Oh, shit." Ymir mumbled to herself, not knowing which one was worse. She hadn't meant to call the small blonde that out loud, and she was stopping her from getting on the bus too. She thought it was best not to mention either one of those, as she finally got onto the bus.
She paid the amount to ride, and she went to look for a seat. There were a lot more people on the bus than she thought there would be. None of the inhabitants of the bus occupied the poles though. "Lazy fuckers." She muttered, but she was no better. She saw that there was only one seat left, and it was hers. "Lucky me." She started to sit, but thought about the girl that was behind her. The one that was making her way down the aisle right this moment. "I can have this seat all to myself. Ignore her, Ymir. Your resolve is not that weak." Ymir thought, but she couldn't do it. She called the small girl over, as she noticed some of the guys in business suits were leering at her. The girl gladly made her way over.
"You can.. You know." Ymir struggled with her words, as she pointed at the empty seat. The girl was looking at her quizzically, but then a small frown came across her face. "Where would you sit then?" The girl asked, with large, curious, blue eyes. Ymir looked down, not being able to look directly at the girl. She doubts she'd be able to even speak if she did that. "Um. I wouldn't actually.. I'd just be using one of those poles." Ymir pointed, as she went to grab one. But, something stopped her. A hand, a small one. "I can't possibly have you do that..." The girl shyly held onto Ymir's arm, determination on her face. "Then, what do you think we should do blondie?" Ymir asked, starting to get her confidence back. It took the girl a minute to get out, but she definitely said it. "You can take the seat, and if you don't mind... I'll seat on your lap. But, only if you don't mind!" The girl nervously added the last words, trying not to upset the freckled girl.
Ymir looked at her, as she finally let go of her arm. She started playing with the tips of her fingers again, as she waited for her reply. "Must be out of habit." Ymir thought, looking at the girl's fingers. But, she shrugged and walked past the girl. The blonde visibly saddened, thinking that she made the stranger upset. But to her surprise, the stranger sat down and pulled her along too.
The small girl turned completely red when she found herself in the lap of the attractive stranger. This was way more embarrassing than she could have imagined. She was surprised once more when the stranger spoke. "The name's Ymir by the way. What's yours?" The small girl smiled, happy to see that the freckled girl named Ymir was willing to speak to her. "My name is Krista. Krista Lenz. Pleased to meet you, Ymir." The freckled girl nodded, wrapping her arms around Krista to keep her from falling off. She thought she was being too forward, but smiled slightly as the blonde leaned into her embrace. She was so glad the girl couldn't see her smiling dorkily to herself.
For the first time in awhile, Ymir felt warm.
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