I know, I will update but this came up, and if I don't write what my imagination wants, who knows what will happen! The chapter of 'Like no other' will be posted well into the night. So keep an eye open!

* is Chikane writing in her… journal that she rarely uses only if something puzzles her or she is wanting to express herself.

I can imagine Kannazuki no miko going like this, well, actually, can I rid of the mecha for a minute and focus on their relationship? Or, rather, their attraction to each other that is thickening the air whenever they are together, but won't admit it?

Disclaimer: I don't own Kannazuki no Miko—but I can dream…

Your lullaby

plan one: to ascertain

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No words can ever express love. What was it? An emotion to feel? Or a state of mind to change what your heart feels? Or is it something that takes time to blossom? What does it take for one to understand love? Or is it better left a mystery?

These questions haunt me. They haunted me since Himeko. They still do. I get no answer, and I wonder about perfection, then I go back to questioning love.

I am guessing this is why we're humans, we were made to be imperfect. No wonder why it is a mystery. For it hits you so suddenly. There is no schedule for love. Huh, it is something that is best left unknown.

No one can ever say I am perfect in mind and body, because of what I do and how I look or what I am thinking; it isn't like that. No one can be too smart without making mistakes. No one can say they know what their feelings are without experience of lust. I wonder why people continue to think they are perfect. That they are fit for my love. Don't they know I found my soul-mate? But they do not stop, they are insistent bugs wanting to scrawl love letters to me.

There are days where I need to run away from it all, even the secret area father made for me was found by someone… not a fan, but a girl, only a few days ago after I chased her. She isn't normal, though, she made me think it was an accident that she was only chasing after the pup that ran into my arms.

It wasn't an accident when I chased her. It was impulse. I guess there are first times for everything.

Even with making a… friend. She's innocent and naïve, happy but shy, fine and intelligent. Like her world is far from reality, she is making me think that fairy-tales are true, but she knows well they aren't, but she isn't shrewd. I see it in her eyes, they speak more than her mouth.

I always wonder. She imagines on her own. I think she knows– of my feelings for her.

We fit together like a puzzle when I first embraced her, when she first seemed to seek my arms at lunch, while the silence was more than comfortable. And she continues to surprise me; each time and more.

Even when she falls when a girl forces her down. The momentum is more than uneasy in my stomach as she stumbled before sitting on the step to look at her swollen ankle to avoid being injured severely and crushed by other feet. Her roommate, the one with auburn hair and emerald-teal eyes, was by her side. Helping Himeko to the infirmary with an arm around that slim waist.

Uneasiness doesn't take the cake when I am hit with a different emotion unknown and unnamed.

I find myself stifled at the word 'love' even when writing. I am certain Himeko feels the same, for when I asked her if there was anyone she love; I received only a shake of the head. But her eyes… such beautiful shades that don't exist anywhere else, are saying what her mouth doesn't before the emotion is gone.

Who am I to say that I love Himeko, it was not like she would feel the same way. What I feel for her can by anything! It could affection, to wonderment. She is only a budding student with regular grades but amazing skills in photography. I could see her passion for taking pictures stopped in time, it is making wonder which hobby I like more and having me doubt that these friendly feelings are anything but that.

Himeko is a puzzle that confuses my heart and myself, I wonder if the Gods are trying to send me a message when the Dorms' fell from the strong aftershocks of an earthquake. But it isn't plausible to believe. I… am enjoyed that Himeko didn't turn my offer down when I said she would stay with me
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A thought weighed heavy in her mind, and settled as a boulder in her heart as she closed her journal and hid it under the pillow she rested against.

This wasn't the only time her mind was whisked away by Himeko's smile, and the feel of soft skin warm under her touch as she slumbered peacefully. Guilt ate away at her conscious, the feathery whispers of the pits of her darkness slithered and coiled around her neck.

She was slowly reacting, but held back, breathing heavily her nostrils and her body heated as images– never stopping, flashing– continuous threw her mind in a pile of her temptation.

Beside her, laying down, curved and seeking warmth, Chikane savagely reminded herself this was an innocent. But how oh-so different she was from any person she met, it was a broad range of athletics, to winsome millionaires, and Himeko would outshine them all, any day.

The maelstrom in her heart calmed, but the confusion that lay stubbornly, stayed.

There wasn't any doubt that Himeko was hers. When the day that Himeko felt the same to say her attraction– Chikane wondered how long that would be– she knew that she would handle it delicately as the body that was by her. It felt like a challenge she would take, the opportunity held many choices that had her heart beating erratically.

A sigh left her, Himeko wasn't dense to when it came to hidden plans. Chikane wondered if she sported a sixth sense to know if she was in danger or not, or if there was a plan involving her in some way.

Himeko wasn't sleeping, she could very well hear the scrit-scrit of a pen moving across paper. She did wonder what Chikane was writing about, but decided against that. It wouldn't do good to let her friend know that she was awake. Even when she said she had a nightmare as soon as her eyes closed and sleep claimed her, on that fact, she tried to go back to the land of dreams.

But she couldn't.

Chikane was making her body warm when one hand lay on her hip, twitching every once in a while. It drove her crazy, she knew well of the plan Chikane was making, but she wasn't sure.

Though it amused her, it was flattering to know that they held the same attraction to each other. I want her, she wants me; shouldn't we– talk about it? This running around is a bit confusing.

Though, Chikane, with her genius mind, wanted to take it up a level; where she could be as charming as she wanted, and touch Himeko without her finding out. Himeko released an inaudible sigh, sinking further into the bed and furrowing her brows into a tense pinch of frustration.

Gods, Chikane, why can't you see that you don't have to do all of this?

When Chikane hummed, she knew Himeko was awake; who fell asleep after listening to the soothing melody and focusing on the hand that caressed the skin under her shirt.

So, they both refuse to say anything until one breaks. Does this make sense? When I first wrote it, it did. :)

I think you'll get it after a while. But I can't spell it out in every chapter.

;) Review, or read.