Any moment now. . . You know what, I'm just going to start. It feels awkward so, hope you enjoy it and do tell me your thoughts of it. No FLAMES, please. I'd enjoy it, hope there isn't much mistakes and nevermind the typos or mistakes, or if there is lower capitalized letters or not, ne?
For now. . .since this is my only story, I hope it is good enough.
Gifts of Love
PRE-INTRO: in Heavens chambers
The night was opaque, the stars gave off a glimmer of a wink; but it did not quell Himeko's worried thoughts, nor did it do anything to calm the raging emotion in her heart. All alone in her house, she sat on the decked porch, sighing wistfully every now and then. Her mind formulated thoughts of her friend; her friend whom held her close whenever they had sleep-over, as childish as it sounded. The meek teenage girl wrapped her arms under her knees, drawing comfort from the warmth her own body emanated and wished it to be Chikane holding her securely.
For the last four years in Otachibana Academy, while Chikane had a thriving popular fan club, it made everything the more harder to keep a secret. Their discreet friendship, and meets by the fenced tree that reigned over the school grounds. Himeko drew a deep exhale, her amethyst gems shimmered with a deep longing—but she did not know it herself, and brushed it off as merely wanting to see her friend.
Even during the hardest times, like accusing one another of something without any evidence, it made the hill steep and their steps falling deeper. But over time after explanations, the roads of accusation were clear and the road was smoothly paved. Though, fate had surprises that conquered their lives at one point. And through those times, it made them stronger, but the two friends had their conflicts.
Giving another prolonged sigh, the shy sylph looked at her front yard in contemplation. The garden needed love, the flowers were slowly wilted away—despite the sun and the chlorophyll that absorbed it for energy and the water it fed off to survive; all it needed was love to rejuvenate—and she used those flowers in the yearly contest. The reward of 25,000 yen was enough to pay for rent and hydro bills, etc. And the grass needed to be renewed, this was going on her to-do list for the next month. Seeing that July would be a great time to work her butt off, and refurnish her house and replace old tiles, just in time for the August yearly contest.
"Shouldn't you be inside? You'll get a cold sitting out here." That was not true, but Chikane needed to do something before she made Himeko warm herself. Plus, after running towards her friends' home, and with a desperate grip on her heart; it made her body warmer than it was and she needed to see Himeko right after practice. The mere thought sent her into a fiasco, it made her attention stop to see her Himeko on the swing; knees tucked, and hands clasping while she looked at the grass. She knew it felt parsimonious, but no matter how much the emotion was denied, it came back ten times stronger, and often left her nervous and made her choke up after realizing she couldn't remember all of her dream.
And her feebleness was just apart of the things she loved about Himeko—and no overrated cheesiness was going to stop her—but it gave chills down her spine. Many dreams attacked her, an envision of her and Himeko in bed, sleeping with a new life between their arms. Her picture shattered to new fantasies; the one from a week ago, made a rippling shudder course through her body. It cleared to reveal her with Himeko. . . .making sweet love. And Himeko's moans ringed throughout her mind with a singing echo. She just hoped it didn't make everything so difficult for her. Attention during class was directed to that taunting dream. With a mental picture of Himeko writing beneath her, as she explored her regions that are reserved for her. Damn, she admonished herself for even thinking of Himeko that way.
"Chikane-chan?" The high-school girl meekly questioned, her amethyst orbs shimmering in a caring warmth and giving a curious notation of 'Are you okay?'. The older girl looked away in resignation and shame; the shame that burned her cheeks and lit a fire in her heart. She was too aware of everything, from the clothes that hugged her developing curves and the sweet vapour hitting the cool night air and her heaving chest binded by a lacy bra, or how her lithe thighs clenched to keep her warm. It all over-loaded her senses and made her mouth dry like a desert, maybe heading here wasn't the best thing in mind filtered through her mind.
But seeing Himeko wasn't going to be enough soon, her control would snap. How would her feelings be viewed as? Disgust? Would there be rejection? . . .Hate? It made her knees quiver, her weakness revolved around Himeko. No, she didn't need Himeko's hate for something in society that was viewed as sinful, she would die before having Himeko hate her, the colors in her world would turn grey, her place in the world: desolate and her heart vacant as the empty hallways at school. But questions remained: should she be her friend; the friend whose place is reserved in Hell? Was it right to even be Himeko's friend after realizing her feelings?
Her attention to Himeko's question was directed away, her thoughts turned to deep, serious questions on her consquence should she confess. Her emotions quaked and throbbed in her heart, the organ painfully clenched. Did love bring pain? It would be certainly a subject to focus on, Chikane surmised pointedly, besides her chattings with Himeko surrounded the subject 'love'. If there was a person for their being, their soul-mate. And she briefly wondered if Himeko meant to ennounciate that their relationship should be announced to other fellow beings of their school.
Why is Chikane-chan so distant? Is she. . . Her mind went off to a conclusion, a stubborn one, at that. The violet gems widened in realization and her mouth bulleted out the question before she could stop it. "Are you in love with someone?" The words tasted bitter on her tongue for some reason, and her heart felt like it was wrapped in plastic. It skipped a beat, her stomach tensed, but she stared abashedly at the wooden floor coated in a blue sheet; her cheeks aflame with hot heat.
Silence premeated the atmosphere, Chikane stood tense and tersely replied her answer which sounded (to Himeko) the most bravest thing she said. A mere and dull answer of "no, my being is free." before she sprinted off and disappeared the next three blocks of the town from where Himeko lived. As blue as the sky would be, and with dawn returning, Himeko felt a strange emptiness fill her stomach and tug harshly on her heart. Her mind void and stubborn on chanting: "Chikane, is there something wrong?", it was what she wanted to ask, but couldn't simply bring herself to say. It was just one of those times were words were strangled in her throat.
A gasp broke out of her mouth, running three blocks with the wind roaring past your ears at night, made the oxygen in her lungs freeze and dry her mouth. The night would turn over to a new dawn, with a fresh beginning. Her heart pounded like a hammer in her chest, the blood rushing past her ears like a bullet train did nothing to erase what she implied. Hope flared in her heart, but it mitigated just as quick as it had come, snuffing out that slender flame of her hope.
Glancing at her mansion, she passed the gates by jumping, landing with a huff. Her lone surroundings didn't ever change, her parents dead and escaped to that plane of Nirvana, in peace and watching over her for the time remaining in the shape of the moon and rain. Chikane gave her auqamarine tresses a quick brush with her nimble fingers, and smoothed her creased sweater and jeans, then began awaiting for her maid, Otoha to give a stern lecture about being out so late. . .again.
The door burst open and dim light shone down the stairway and onto the Himemiya's outline. Otoha, ready and dressed warmly for the occasion and started to harangue the heiress, to call first and etc. Chikane tried to diverge the conversation onto a different subject; she knew this was coming, but to be nervous for no reason? It made no sense, but in a hypothetical way, it was perfect sense. The lecture was long, and Otoha, a very stubborn maid, gave way when she saw Chikane exhausted from having her ears chatted off.
For a consequence, she would have to report if she had anything that abruptly came up.
The night is getting old Otoha, and inside there, she mentally pointed to the open door that gave way to the warmth protruding and internally scowled, is my comfy place. But she stopped, sarcasm was going to grow on her if she wasn't careful, and the Himemiya heiress wasn't going to turn into some sarcastic, verement teenager, who just scream anarchist. She had more pride and honor than that.
Sighing, Chikane shook her head and glided past Otoha, who had her eyes and closed and still sermonizing to no one now. She felt a longing, and remorse, what kind of friend am I? Her mind was haunted with that question, she kept asking herself and wondered.
How much control do I have before snapping?
An angel you are, I can't help but feel this way, is it human to live such a sinful path?
Well, there you have it. My first installment, hope you guys like it! :)