Disclaimer: I don't own Mai Hime.

My computer is active up, so if anything is repeatedly typed or something, that's why. Sorry.

Okay, so this isn't exactely new as I've posted it in a different story-type thing. But, I promised myself that if I made three or more chapters, I'd make it into a story. So here's the story with three chapters pinned up at once. XD;;

What's more is that I went through a proof-read carefully so see if I made any mistakes with these chapters, so it should be an easier read.

Anyway, this whole story is in Shizuru's POV which has a tad more sophisticated touch to it, which I think I pulled off pretty damn well. XD Well, you can be the judge of that when/if you read. But seriously, I tried my best and I hope it shows.

Perfection was what they always asked for and so I gave it as best I could and for as long as I could. As far back as I can remember I was told to smile even in the most awkward, boring or political situation. After all, everyone wanted perfection for a leader and all Fujinos were breed as leaders.

I put up with school drama. I put up with family drama. I put up with classes and homework. I put up with the fangirls and I put up with the teachers. I put up with classmates and I put up with business leaders. I put up with Student Council members and I put up with paperwork.

The stress.

Oh God, the stress.

If I wasn't already doing so much work at home and being taught about being a 'proper' lady, I would have broken down in the beginning of the year before I could even start.

But here I am. Under stress and with about two more piles of paperwork that needs to be done before next week so the school doesn't loose one of the companies that's funding the school.

But the sunset does look pretty from the office. I see it often here. I'm usually here long after everyone else is gone and still clicking away at the laptop with a cold cup of tea half-filled next to me.

I yawn and look at the clock, rubbing my shoulder blades to relax them and closing my eyes tight to moisten them up from staring at the computer screen for so long. I look up to the clock, "Six thirty-seven…" I whisper, my voice is slightly horse from not using it all afternoon. I swallow while I close my eyes normally and make a bet with myself.

Let's see, it's six thirty-seven and during this time of the month, the sun should be just above the ground.

I look back out the window and sure enough, the sun if right where I predicted. I've done this so many times that I barely get it wrong anymore. I get up and slowly clean up my work space, taking my time while I place things back in order and dread how I'll just have to pick up where I left off the next day. I start down the hall of the school and exit outside before heading towards the dorms.

I bet you're wondering about what that 'bet' is, aren't you?

I'll put you out of your misery: Every time I get the answer right, I get to go back to my dorm room and work on my paintings. Yes, the Student Council President has a secret hobby.

As I walk into the dorm building, I think about where I left off last night and a small, real smile escapes my lips and I can't wait to continue working on it. I unlock the dorm room's door and walk inside, closing it after myself. I place my bag on the table; my homework was finished hours ago. I walk towards my bedroom and open the door, walking in and turning on the light.

I look at the one-third finished picture. I admire the picture for all its beauty. No, I'm not taking pride in my work; it's just the feeling of love I get when I look at the picture. Half the background is painted and a pencil outline of a person is sketched.

Her outline is sketched.

I don't know who She is. I don't know a name. I don't know a face. But something is telling me She's a female. All my paintings have Her in it. All of them pencil outlinings of Her, never filled in nor ever attempted to be filled in for fear of ruining Her.

This outline of Her was one of Her looking down and kneeling slightly, and holding her hand out, as if to help the fallen up; taking up about one-third of the whole canvas, a very big proportion. But alas, once I am done with this painting's background, this canvas will probably be stored with the rest of them in my closet.

I slowly walk up to my stool in front of the painting and sit down. My hand moved and touches the spot where Her hand is held out. Oh, how I wish I could meet Her.

I sigh as I pick up my paints and my brush before I begin working.

I'm sure everyone agrees with me that alarm clocks are annoying, right?

I grumbled something incoherent, even to myself, as my head slid towards the direction of the annoying beeping sound. I sighed. I knew it was going to be a long day. If only something could change the daily routine and make my life better. Make it so stress wasn't that big an issue as long as this something was still here to make my life more enjoyable.

Okay, Shizuru, stop dreaming. Wishful thinking never got anyone anywhere.

By now, I was only vaguely aware that my alarm clock still hadn't been shut off.

"Hrm… Five more minutes."

"Hm," I grumbled in agreement, "Five more minutes wouldn't hurt." I reached over and hit the snooze button. Well, taking into account that it was only five minutes out of my day, and that people usually feel more energized after a small nap, there should be no harm in it —

Wait… who did I agree with?

I hitched my breath and my mind raced as I realized someone else was in my room and sleeping in my bed with me.

I've never taken alcohol before so I shouldn't be drunk. I don't remember passing out and I don't take drugs.

I couldn't come up with an explanation.

I slowly opened my right eye after turning towards the usually non-occupied side of my bed and glanced for a body. I found no body and let out of breath of air that I was holding. Then I saw it. Maybe I let it out too soon.

Both my eyes opened wide and my mouth gaped and I slowly leaned up and looked at it.

It looked like a person! But, but it was tiny! A tiny person! A tiny person that couldn't have been no taller then my hand's length was currently laying on my pillow sleeping soundly!

The figure and lengthy blue hair gave away that the tiny person was female. She had on baggy jeans, sneakers and a white hoodie; all tiny!

It groaned, shifting slightly, rubbing its' right eye as it grumbled, "Could you move to your left a little?" I heard it speak, "The sunlight's coming into my eyes."

I did what any normal, calm, sensible, collected person would do:

I screamed Bloody Murder, stumbled to the bottom edge of the bed and lifted the pillow up in a threading manner.

What? Even if I'm calm and collected, no one in their right mind would be able to take this, right? You can't really blame me.

"Ow!" The tiny person plugged her ears after shooting up. Her features were twisted in pain, "You mind not yelling in the morning?!" She scolded, glaring straight at me.

I said nor did nothing in reply. I was too busy trying to digest all that was happening.

"Honestly," The tiny girl growled slightly in her annoyance, "If this is how you normally wake up, I'm sorry I came at all."

I blinked, the pillow falling down from its' attack-ready position, "'Came at all'?" I echoed unintelligibly. I was crouching slightly in my nightgown, looking straight at the tiny creature, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah," The tiny creature got up and tried to balance itself on the uneven surface of the pillow, "The name's Kuga Natsuki. Call me Natsuki if you like." She continued once she got her footing.

"Natsuki…" I tried it on my tongue, still a little wary of the tiny girl. "Why are you here?" I tried my hand at getting answers.

"Beats me," She answered bluntly, stuffing her hands into her hoodie's pockets. Did she really not know anything?

"… Okay." I continued, even if it wasn't the answer I wanted, "Why are you so…?"

"Small?" She finished for me, "To be frank with you, the only personal information I know about myself is my name. Can't really tell you anything else, seeing as how I don't know."

I sighed, relaxing a bit more then I would have hoped, but I had no energy to do otherwise, "What now?" I asked rhetorically, still not getting anywhere near this 'Natsuki'.

Just then, the alarm went off once more, telling me my 'five more minutes of sleep' were up.

Natsuki looked at the clock, then back to me, "How about some breakfast?"

So, am I coming off too hard with the 'upping-up the vocabualry and how everything is described'? XD;; Sorry about that, but it's like that for the next two chapters so just bare with it. Also, if you could read an review every chapter and tell me what you think about each, that'd be lovely.

I'd also like to point out that yes, this chapter, and all the rest of the chapters are this slow. XP It's not meant to be a fast-paced whatever and I myself usually don't like to read anything this slow, but I enjoyed typing it, so whatever. XP;;

P.S. Whoot! Chibi Natsuki!