Broken Threads

Broken Threads

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Part 1

"It's okay Secchan, you can sleep in my bed!" Konoka announced, stunning her raven haired friend.

"B-but Ojou-sama! I simply could not do such a thing! Where would you sleep?"

"Next to you, of course!" was the reply, as the brunette attached herself to her blushing protector's arm. A long string of stuttered reasons why this could never happen began to spout forth from Setsuna's mouth until Konoka held up a hand, giggling.

"It's okay Secchan. I can talk to grandpa about finding you somewhere to stay. I was just kidding."

The pair set about sorting through Setsuna's few possessions, trying to find anything salvageable. Konoka felt a little responsible for what had happened here. She had called earlier that morning, saying that there was an emergency, and that she needed her samurai straight away. Fearing the worst, Setsuna had dropped everything she was doing, grabbed her sword, Yuunagi, and dashed out of the door. She had also forgotten to turn off the taps to the sink she had been filling to do the dishes.

The emergency, it had turned out, was that Chamo had run off with the underwear of the female occupants of room 643, and run off into hiding. Asuna had needed to leave for work as quickly as possible, so had grabbed a pair of Negi's shorts as a substitute, making a mental note to personally give the ermine a beating he would remember when she returned. Konoka's reason for calling was:

"Well, I thought you might be able to scare him out."

This kind of logic was one unique to her, and Setsuna had to stifle a giggle at the utter notion that anything of the sort would be possible. The water forgotten, she had agreed to help look nonetheless. Unfortunately for her, although no underwear could be found, Konoka had still dressed normally for school, and gave the half demon an eyeful every time bent over when she thought she'd caught a glimpse of the furry panty thief.

Eventually, he was found hiding in Negi's unused futon (the owner of which had once again climbed into Asuna's bunk, and had been told to remain there while the underwear situation continued), curled up sleeping in a nest of lace and cotton. Setsuna's punishment was harsher than usual, owing to the fact that she had lost so much blood from her nose in the forty minute search

The rush to school was then even more hectic than usual, as Negi was still yet to dress because of his confinement, and Asuna had to replace her underwear upon returning. With so little time remaining, it was a miracle that they made it in time to class, and had only just run through the door when the bell began to chime.

"And here I thought we'd be spared your presence today, Asuna," the class rep piped up with a smirk.

"Girls please don't fight, the bell has already rung," Negi pleaded, panting a little from running.

The next few hours passed without incident, although Setsuna found it difficult to focus while Konoka did her stretches in gym. Cursing the memory of her beloved Ojou-sama's curves, she forced herself to think of something else. And that was when she remembered she had left the taps on. With a startled cry, she ran off to check on the situation.

"Eh? Where'd Secchan go?" Konoka asked nobody in particular as she stood upright again.

"Probably had another nose bleed watching you touch your toes," Asuna replied with a grin.

"I was only teasing her. I'd better check she's alright."

When Setsuna reached her room, the water seeping from under the door was not a good sign. Dreading what lay inside, she opened the door and looked around her room. Sighing at the damaged furniture, she noted that it was not as bad as she had imagined, and walked over to turn the taps off and find a mop.

"Hey, Secchan, are you okay?"

"Eep!" Setsuna leapt about three feet on hearing Konoka's voice, and on landing, heard a crunch as her foot went through the soggy wood floor. Perhaps the damage was as bad as she had first thought.

"It's okay Secchan! You can sleep in my bed!"

"I guess I left it a little late before asking grandpa if he could find you somewhere." Konoka smiled in her usual bright way, despite the dark.

"Mrf, ofrou-fama, " came the reply. This was not a situation Setsuna Sakurazaki had ever dared imagine herself in. She pressed herself further towards the wall, her face buried in the mattress. She could not allow herself to take up any of her Ojou-sama's pillow after all.

"Secchan, relax. I don't bite," Konoka pouted. When her protector did not reply, a grin spread across her face. "Have you suffocated yourself? Do I have to give you CPR?"

"No! That will not be necessary!" a beetroot face shot up, visible even in the dim light from the open window.

"It's cute when you blush, Secchan."

"Wha…?"

"That's why I tease you so much. It's because I like seeing you like that. It means you like me too."

"Ojou-sama, I-"

"-Sh, Secchan. I want to hear your heart beat."

Konoka slid an arm under Setsuna's body and pulled her closer, resting her head on her chest. She giggled.

"It's getting faster."

"Kono-chan, please, I'm not sure this is entirely-" she was cut off as the brown haired girl lifted her head and planted a kiss on her lips.

"It's just fine."

Setsuna nodded, and then realising that Konoka may not have been able to see it, kissed her lightly back. Konoka giggled again, and responded by adding more pressure, and teasing her companion's mouth open with her tongue. Setsuna's hands wandered, finding a comfortable spot on Konoka's lower back, occasionally moving down to sample the soft flesh of her backside.

A few moments of intense giggling later, something hard and alarm clock shaped smacked Konoka on the back of the head.

"Grab a cold shower you two. Some of us have to get up early in the morning."

Several hours later, lying awake with Konoka's sleeping form in her arms; Setsuna praised her lucky stars for the field trip to Kyoto, for running water, for teasing, and for nose bleeds. Without those, she would probably be out patrolling, despite the fact that she would have been told to stand down for the night by now. Before she had allowed herself to get close enough to the object of her affections, she had been obsessed with trying to get away whilst still doing her duty. She had been convinced that keeping the campus clear of danger would keep Konoka clear from danger. As she lay there next to her, there was no need for that now.

Her thoughts were disrupted as the window shattered, a rock landing with a thud on the floor. Prepared for the worst, she sat up quickly, only to trip over her bed-mate as she scrambled for Yuunagi. Regaining composure, the young Samurai found her sword and drew it. Too late.

"I was told that a pebble at the window was the way to catch the attention of those in a room like this. It seems to have backfired. Sorry about that." A large figure flew through the window. Black wings were folded as he landed on the broken glass.

A gasp escaped Setsuna's lips as she recognised him, and she immediately pressed herself to the floor in the lowest bow she could manage.

"Father, it has been a long time."

"Secchan, come back to bed," Konoka muttered groggily, seemingly unaware of the stranger who had just broken in.

"O-Ojou-sama, this is my father, Karna."

"Oh…well, I'll make some tea, then."

Karna clicked his beak amusedly.

"There is no need, Konoe Ojou-sama, I have only come to talk briefly with Setsuna. Please, return to your dreams."

Konoka muttered a few incomprehensible words before falling back on her pillow, snoring gently. Asuna looked on with wide eyes and stuffed a pillow over Negi's head absentmindedly, panicking when she realised what she was doing.

Clicking again, Karna returned his attention back to his daughter.

"I'm sorry to interrupt things here. I have good news, Setsuna. After long talks, the laws regarding half-bloods have been revised. It has been decided that you are to return to the village to live among your own kind."

Author's notes: I hope you enjoyed, and I assure you, I will have another part up soon, next week, if I remember. I have a small buffer of chapters, so no worries just yet.

Please bear with me, it gets better. This part may seem a little rushed, and I apologise for that. I wrote this a few months ago, and I haven't had a chance to change much yet. Perhaps at a later date, when I've finished the entire story, I may revise it, but for now, this will stand.

The idea for this story came from me wanting to try my hand at writing fluffy fiction. It did not work, but hopefully something good came of my efforts anyway.

Any comments and constructive criticism welcome. I will just laugh at flames, but they're not nice, so please don't.