Disclaimer-I can wish all I want. But, I still don't own the rights to Gosick.
Before you read this story, you should read this boring, but helpful paragraph. Since they are in 1924 (in the anime) and look about 14 at the time, this story takes place in 1930; 6 years after the anime/light novel/manga took place. So, they will be around the age of 20 during my story.
Sorry. One more thing. In this story, Kujo, Victorique, Avril, and Cecile are all teachers at the Academy. Kujo, however, still refers to Cecile as Cecile-sensei because she was once his teacher. And Victorique goes to the botanical garden after she finishes teaching because her father forced her to.
Okay then. Nothing else to say. So have a nice time reading my story.
It was a perfect midsummer day. Flowers were in full bloom, relationships were budding, and once again, Kujo and Victorique were living life to the fullest extent…as friends.
After all those years of running up the stairs in the library to reach Victorique, Kujo had become a swift runner, whereas Victorique always stopped every few minutes to catch her breath in her petticoats, frills, and such. And, since they were playing a chasing game (he had stolen her candy), Kujo was once again in the lead.
Looking back, he noticed that Victorique had seemingly stopped in the middle of their game to stare up at the sky. Still running, he too looked up, only seeing chartreuse and auburn. Too dense to even wonder why he could only see leaves and branches-and still looking up-he tilted his head this way and that to see if he could see even a sliver of sky.
Then, he felt something crash into him-or was it he who crashed into something?-and he fell down. Victorique, after barely glancing at his direction, quickly rushed towards him. In an attempt to make him feel better, she told him that his skull was too thick for him to take any damage to his brain.
"What were you looking at?" he asked, ignoring her comment. Victorique frowned and looked up again.
"I fear an omen is telling me that the second storm truly is coming." She said.
His eyes widened and his hands went limp to the side; his headache from his accident gone without a trace.
How does she know? He thought.
Kujo had thought of telling her about his important news as soon as he got that letter but, he was afraid that she would persistently kick him until he gave up even trying, which would then cause him to risk their wrath.
But, how could he betray his best friend like this? How could he just leave her here alone? After all, the only other two people she knew here were Cecile-sensei and Avril, both of whom Victorique wasn't quite close to.
And, if he left, Victorique would once again be trapped in the prison on top of the library, endlessly forced to read and re-read books and solve cases (not even worthy for the reconstruction of chaos) for all of eternity.
In fact, the only reason he had stolen her precious sweets was so that he could tell her that he had to leave…in a more public area. He was not going to risk getting a fractured bone from her powerful kicks.
But, now as he remembered what the old man from the "Nameless Village" had told him, he feared that if he left he would never see his Golden Fairy again.
Kujo sighed, deciding that it would be better if she read the letter after he left. It would be too painful to see her despondent face as he left. For, if he ever did see that, he knew that the image would haunt him even to his grave.
Yes, it would just be much easier and less painful for her to find it on her own. He would leave tomorrow-the sooner the better.
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