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Short, short little ficcie thing to prove I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. Maybe if I'm not lazy, I'll squeeze out some actual romance between these two before I head back to school. Little Nagi in episode 91 was just so cute that I really wanted to write something with him when he was younger. Here's the result, enjoy C:
Young Ladies
On the way home from school he is walking with his hair restrained high in a ponytail and his posture straight as a ruler. His skirt flutters over his thighs in the breeze; his violet mane sways to the right. Such a beautiful, elegant young girl he is, or looks like. Nagihiko is indeed young, beautiful, and elegant. But not a girl. The graceful female that most eyes see is nothing more than a façade he is required to wear, according to the words of his mother, so that as he grows he will be capable of taking the female role in Japanese dances just as lovely as any girl.
The laughter of boys his age rings in his ears and he shifts his gaze to look across the street. Although Nagihiko does not detest his situation, he cannot help but turn green with envy at the sight of the boys and their freedom. They know no restrictions in their behavior, appearance, or posture. They are free to jump and run around, do as they please. They are lucky, he figures while watching them bound off around a corner.
It is not long before the boys are out of his sight. Nagihiko's envy fades away to a mere flicker of longing inside him. He is just about to return his eyes to his shoes when another sight grasps his attention. He now finds himself in awe, unable to tear away from the petite (even for a child) beauty shuffling along the opposite sidewalk. Her sandy curls bounce behind her with every step she takes. Her back is straightened naturally, not forced as his occasionally is. She blinks her round golden orbs at her mother, the path in front of her, and then in Nagihiko's direction.
He stops walking, deeming the girl as the pure definition of elegant. As if suddenly scorned, he straightens out his slouching posture and brushes a wrinkle out of his skirt, all while keeping his eyes fixed on her. However she has turned away from him and does not look back again. Eventually she too rounds the corner, vanishing from his sight.
Nagihiko only begins to walk again when his emotions calm themselves. He is still a child, but having lived as a female, does not hold any resentment towards girls. He is interested in them, still intrigued by their odd ways despite having lived as one of them as long as he could remember. He is now particularly interested in the girl he has just seen, though he knows that he will likely never cross paths with her again in his life.
The thought saddens him; he would have liked to speak with her.