Author Notes:
I suddenly had a dream about this one and just had to put pen to paper. Hopefully this is a story that we can all relate to. Being the anime fans that we are, we had to have at least one anime crush.
It may seem highly unlike Shizuru to fall for a nonexistent person, but we all know how she gets about Natsuki.
This first chapter will be in Shizuru's point of view.
(This'll be my 1st first person fic!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Mai-HiME. XD If I did I wouldn't be writing fan fictions about what I've already made up.
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By the harsh screech of the alarm clock, I knew it was 9:45 AM. After all, that was the time that I woke up on weekends. As I quickly sat up, all signs of weariness departed at my action. As a reaction, my light purple sleeping kimono slipped down, revealing my shoulder.
Covering my mouth from a soft yawn, I mentally excused myself from the well kept violet bed and made my way over to the restroom for my morning shower. Once the door was closed, I shrugged the kimono down to the midsection of my back while reaching for the pressure knob. Knowing from experience not to turn on the streams of water while I was still under the faucet, I leaned my head away and turned the knob to the red label to its left. Seconds later, steam filled the larger than average bathroom, fogging up the mirror. Wanting to test its heat, I stuck one foot in the water, only to recoil it back. 'Ara, one second longer and I'd know what a lobster feels like before it's served.'
Correcting my mistake, I changed the water to a warmer degree and stepped in, now fully undressed. As if on cue, my hair became drenched and stuck to my back, forehead, and neck. My hand brushed a few wet locks blocking my vision as I looked up to the streams. I soon had to look away though, for the water was filling up my eyes, leaving a stinging sensation. As one hand rubbed my eyes clean, the other roamed about for the shampoo. Its scent was one of sakura blossoms, the same as my soap. I soon found the bottle, after grabbing and testing a few others.
Soon after massaging my scalp clean, I rinsed it and went on to bathe myself. Once I was covered with a thin layer of bubbles, I let the warm water wash them away. I turned off the water shortly after, and then reached out the glass door for my towel, which was also purple.
My hair takes far longer to dry, so I dried my body first. Slipping on my underwear and bra, I put on a not too short, not too long beige skirt, then a white long sleeve shirt with a black and purple vest on top. Today I went with a more casual outfit, knowing that I was only paying a visit to father and going on a few errands.
Spending about 20 minutes in the restroom, I decided that it was about time to leave. Turning off the lights and leaving on the fan to get rid of the steam, I left the room to go to my kitchen. Once there, I fixed myself a cup of tea and plugged the hair dryer near the sofa. 'I might as well watch a little TV.'
Personally, I never saw anything interesting on TV, but it did often cure my boredom. The first thing that appeared on the screen was an anime. It didn't look bad, it just didn't look like something I would watch. It looked like a mecha of sorts.
I was just about to change the channel before a streak of blue on the screen caught my attention. "Ara?" I looked up slowly, wanting to get a better look at whatever that was. Suddenly a pair of green determined eyes appeared on the screen before showing their owner. Her body was absolutely
perfect, but then again, she was an anime character. Her long navy blue locks reached down to the middle of her back. It was simply beautiful. The girl, who had to be at least eighteen, held a gun up to the screen, a confident smirk on her face. The bullet that was fired headed towards the screen in slow motion before turning sideways, the word 'Duran' printed on its side in capital letters.
With that, the theme song rolled on. The opening song was horrible. Japan was trying to have Americans sing the songs again. A lot of characters were shown in the theme, but I only cared about one. She was the last one to show at the end of the song, she was sitting on what looked like a wolf mecha, robot, thing. I shrugged. I never paid attention to such things.
I blinked a few times at what I heard next. "ON LAST WEEKS EPISODE OF DURAN…" The voice was loud, but beautiful, in a husky sort of way. I immediately matched the voice to the owner, assuming that it came from the blunette beauty. I listened to her voice in a dream-like state, not exactly hearing what she was saying. After all, listening and hearing were two different things. "I, NATSUKI KUGA, DEFEATED NAO YUUKI IN A HIME SHOWDOWN, GETTING HER TO JOIN OUR SIDE!" "Na-tsu-ki." I pronounced each syllable, remembering it perfectly.
A cat like girl suddenly blocked my view of my Natsuki, shouting something about the show being rated PG, and about having a parent watch it with you. I smiled at the comment, mentally saying 'I should get father to watch with me then. I don't want to see anything I'm not ready for.'
Father? I quickly looked at my watch, panic beneath my mask. 'That's right; I'm supposed to go meet him at 10:15.'
My eyes scanned the time.10:15. 'Duran must start at 10:00 then.' At the thought, I turned off the TV, catching another glimpse of my Natsuki. 'Wait. My Natsuki?' I massaged my temple, a smile on my face. 'Shizuru, she is a fictional character. She's not the kind of thing that you own.' I mentally scolded myself, knowing better than that. 'How utterly foolish.' Looking around the room, left and right a few times, I turned the TV back on. "I'm not going to watch, I'm just setting a reminder for when it comes back on…"
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Author Notes:
I know, its short, but I plan on updating soon.
Please review and let me know what you think.
Thanks for reading.