A/N: Hey guys! Neko-chan is here! Bonjour to you all aspiring writers and readers out there!
And here it is: my very first work.
Sub-written and some research by Nico Phantomwhite.
The summary? New school, new challenges, and of course, new people. Will Amy Rose survive the life of a high school based around Japanese school rules and policies, and of course, her greatest obstacle, the student council president who has no tolerance for rule breaking students who becomes her roommate? We will see about that. Yuri, slash, and f/f in here. First yuri story!
This story is inspired by the yuri manga Citrus.
Oh, and, every girl in this story has different ages and have that aura of different types of teens.
Please don't flame it, and if you don't like yuri, I suggest you turn back.
Starting with this story is the pairing BlazAmy; my favorite. Well, expect to have some little scenes, if you know what I mean...
Please enjoy~!
Chapter 1: A New Roommate?!
A pleasant and bright day has shone over Mobius, the people going to work, the usual traffic, and of course, Amy Rose walking to her new school. She was new to that place, and would want to leave a first impression among her new classmates after her parents were killed and she was forced to attend there for... some reasons. To put it simply, Amy is going to this all-girls' school that was once regarded with a neutral reputation. She wanted to let whatever she did that would make her regret of doing it, before her parents were dead. She had to leave some things behind after a thirty-minute argument with her parents' lawyer. Also, before her parents died, they said that Amy's getting a roommate in her apartment so that she won't feel lonely. Amy didn't had that sense to be excited and eager of who it is.
She was known to be bubbly, exciting, and sociable. She had many friends. Her reputation was high, and many wanted to be or with her. This proud Amy even put some makeup and flashy accessories on her uniform like some pins and unbuttoning some of the buttons that might reveal her cups, so that her new school might be so awed in sight of her; she wants to be treated like a celebrity who always walked on the Red Carpet and attended the Oscars. Amy felt excited, yet nervous at the same time. She even had to glance at her pocket mirror to check if her hair is straight down or her makeup not ruined by sweat because of the hot sun. She never wanted to ruin this opportunity to make another year great for her in her first year in high school.
Five minutes later, she was at the school's gates. A large three story building with a large clock, paved pathways and cherry blossoms growing at the sides leading to the front doors and the plaza. It's kind of a typical Japanese school one can see in an anime, with that atmosphere of composure and pride yet modesty mixed together. There are two students, one is a lavender feline with tipped hair she ties in a ponytail, fiery gold eyes and a cold demeanor eyeing on the students entering the gate, with some atmosphere of a ruler with an iron fist. The other, a tall bat with sly teal eyes, was holding a black clipboard, probably listing anyone who violates the rules. Both have red armbands. Amy felt nervous right now, but that doesn't stop her from entering the gates. The lavender cat caught a glimpse of her, then a frightening glare came in her composed eyes. She shuffled her way to Amy, blocking her way.
"Just what do you think you are doing in here?" The cat asked Amy, arms crossed.
"What do you think I am doing right now?" Amy scoffed.
She tried getting in, but the cat didn't let her. That reply made the other girls gasp. The cat, not affected by Amy's words had that glare. Amy fiercely stared at that glare, as if she was going to back down from this cat. Now it's on. Some of the girls stopped to listen and watch the fight.
"What kind of a student are you? Are you trying to run this school down?" The cat deflected Amy's question. "You also don makeup, so... we have to do something about it, don't we?"
"Uh, excuse me? I haven't heard your rules 'cause I'm just new in here, so beat it!" Amy frowned.
"Well, may I know your name then? You are a newcomer."
"Amy Rose," Amy answers. "Yours?"
The cat had stared at Amy's chest, much to Amy's chagrin.
Her phone... it must be hidden in there... or somewhere...
"Hey! What are you looking at?" Amy waved her palms near the cat's eyes.
The cat closed in on Amy. The hedgehog blushed hard, feeling warmth in her veins. Her heart couldn't stop beating so loud, it won't even calm down. Amy could feel the soft fur of the cat brushing across her cheek. She could feel deft hands feeling the fabric of her modest uniform that she customized for her wanting to impress her fellow girl classmates. She heard something being grabbed and the cat withdrew, standing back with Amy's phone.
"Hey, that's mine!" Amy snapped.
"Starting from today, you will obey the rules, understand?" The cat says, showing Amy the phone in her hands.
"Yes, whoever you are," Amy grumbled.
"Rouge! List Amy Rose for many offenses regarding improper appearance!" The cat ordered the bat.
"Will do, honey." The bat smiled at her.
The feline walked away, with Amy's phone. Amy would throw an outburst right now, but since she committed a lot of offenses, she's not going to ruin her reputation because of her first time and her not knowing the rules. Amy didn't bother to read the rulebook, which is damn thick if you ask me. This school wants to keep its very great reputation, and they would implement rules and severe consequences to make sure none can rebel. Until now. Amy rushed to the bathroom to wash the makeup off her face and take those flashy accessories off. She looked fine for now, as the person she can see on the mirror is now not the person she visioned to be.
She sighed and puts her hands on her face. She's maybe fucked up for the first day. Amy ruined it, as if she was going to screw her reputation up. After checking the time, Amy rushed to her classroom. The bell didn't ring yet, so she sat on her seat and begin to think on how she's going to restore that reputation again, now that mutters flood the room about Amy.
"Is that the newcomer?" One asked her seatmate beside her.
"Yeah, I think so. She's got a nerve of saying that to the student council president."
"Oh dear, I hope she won't be getting into trouble anytime soon. The president doesn't want that to happen."
More came. Amy ignored it and sulked over her phone, confiscated for her violation of the rules regarding appearance. She groaned, hoping she can get her phone soon. She wouldn't live without it, that phone is full of emails, photos, selfies and a ton of social media posts. Amy fell silent, feeling that a part of her is gone. That cat who she encountered had the nerves to do so. That almost pissed Amy off. Her pride's got eaten and she just got some of the humble pie.
"Hey, are you Amy Rose?" A rabbit asked her.
"I am," Amy grimly said.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Cream!" The rabbit cheered Amy up.
Amy looked at the ten-year old rabbit, and much to her surprise, she's wearing some flashy accessories on her uniform but it was not obvious. Amy quickly hugged her new friend, knowing that she's not alone all along. The other girls were shocked at Amy's action.
"Hey, come on, you haven't been into trouble, have you?"
"I did," Amy groaned again. "They took my phone..."
"That's too bad! I was gonna ask you to tell me your email address!" Cream broke the hug.
"Then how can I get it back, then?" Amy asked.
Cream nervously laughed and scratched the back of her neck.
"You have to talk to someone in order to get your phone back." Cream answers. "Well, you can get it later, but right now, since you're new to this school... I think I might give you a little insight in this school."
"Oh, sure, you can tell me about this uptight place!" Amy smiled.
The two girls stood by at the window, looking at the view of other students walking to the entrance the same people eyeing on them. Amy glared at the cat, wanting to avenge herself.
"Looks like you've landed on hot water with someone in here," Cream remarked.
"That uptight bitch... who does she think she's messing with?! She got my phone!" Amy vented.
She was about to shout curses to the cat, but Cream was quick enough to cover her mouth with a hand. The cat took a quick glance, finding the same person she confiscated her phone. The feline simply shrugged and went back to keep an eye at the students by the gate.
"Stop doing that! You'll get even on hotter water!" Cream hissed.
"Why, can't I express myself that I'm angry to this bitch?!" Amy said.
"The person you're talking about is the student council's president. She's like that; she's thinking we're her underlings and she's the princess of the school. She takes the rules quite real serious."
"How come you came here to know it...?"
"I was here since elementary," Cream calmly says. "We have this ideal that we belong here, we have to stay modest, to prepare us to become the very sophisticated ladies of this world, and become the people who follow..." She pointed her finger to the cat. "Her. We adored her so much that we wanted to be her. We love her like she's our big sister."
"Who's that?" Amy asks.
"Blaze," Cream smiled.
Amy was puzzled why Cream kept staring at Blaze, the person that might cross swords with this hedgehog.
"Not only Blaze is popular, she's also the smartest girl we have. She won many competitions. She made this school so great that it stands out from others. But right now... Blaze isn't happy... it's unlike her from before..."
"Uh, what about telling me what the heck is this uptight school is composed of, Miss Model Follower?" Amy raised a brow.
"Oh, right!" Cream giggled like a child. "This school is like a Japanese one. Your appearance reflects who you are and also the school. They want to make a good and fresh impression to the public... so... try not getting yourself in the newspapers, okay? The staff in here don't want anyone to ruin the reputation they worked hard for. You might get kicked out for doing so, Miss Troublemaker."
"Hey, I'm already bored. What should I do to make this shitty life so great? Trouble always follows me."
"But go do it without the uniform," Cream slyly smiles.
Amy sighed in boredom and stopped staring at the window. She went back to her seat, just a few feet away from that window. The bell rang. Shoot.
Fuck it. You just messed yourself once, and never happen it again! You're in some school that doesn't forgive troublemakers and here you are, Miss Troublemaker. Get yourself together, Amy Rose!
She was starting to plunge into the depths of hell.
-After School-
Amy had her phone back at this time, enduring a harsh scolding from the headmaster. She cringed in fright as the headmaster lectured her about a lot of things. Things like discipline and self-responsibility flooded Amy's mind with frustration. The hedgehog hoped she wasn't going to ruin her toiled reputation anytime soon, since she's now the troublemaker that's not going to make serious trouble in this school. She had to endure many hours of classes for boring discussions, more arithmetic things, and things that make one nosebleed. Much to her surprise, the student council president is her classmate, just beside her.
Blaze and her didn't spoke to one another, as if they never met and just forget their little drama they relayed at the school grounds. Amy calmed down for a bit as she approaches her lockers from one of those rooms where a lot of lockers are placed, near the doors and the walkway to the gate. She didn't want to join a club, so she took time to wear her outdoor pair of shoes before leaving with her bag slung on her shoulders. The hazy sunset dimmed the school, approaching to the dark time of night. Amy stepped out and went to the gate, hoping to get home soon. Cream surprised the hedgehog by latching her hand around her shoulders.
"Cream, you scared the fuck out of me!" Amy almost jumped.
"Now that you got your phone back, let's exchange email addresses, Amy!"
"Oh, right..."
They did so. Cream bid Amy farewell, promising to keep in touch with her, as always. Not long after that, there was a sleek limousine, much to Amy's shock. She wondered who the hell owns a limo like this, only a rich guy can get a chauffeur costing thousands of bucks to get you to be drive to school. Amy felt a shiver down her spine once she saw Blaze walking, a book bag slung on one shoulder. The chauffeur went out, giving Blaze a bow and opens the door at the back.
"Your hardwork has been praised," the chauffeur said.
"Indeed."
Before Blaze could enter the limo, she saw Amy. A slight blush escaped from her composed face and she heaved a sigh. She scratched the back of her neck, implying nervousness. Amy was also perplexed, pretending to look at her phone that has no new notifications.
Now how do I talk to her...? This is so difficult for me to say this... Blaze thought.
"Amy Rose... may I drive you home?" Blaze asks.
What?! Is she even gonna put a prank on me? Amy was nervous.
Her mind is getting anxiety in, thinking that Blaze might humiliate her as punishment. The question was still unanswered, and now it's like Amy's two opposite consciousnesses are now on her shoulder. She puts her phone back and now, in her mind, it's now in a tight conflict. It always happens to her, so she can tolerate it for now. Blaze felt more awkward, having an uneasy look as Amy was just standing there, thinking in deep thought.
Get in that car! I'm sure she's gonna treat you to dinner or something, Amy!
NO! Don't get in! This bitch ruined your reputation in the first place at your first time in here!
You see, don't listen to this tempered whore! Just; you know, just get in the car!
Idiot, you would regret this decision if you don't follow what I command you! Don't. Get. In! It's that simple!
Hey, answer her right now! You are just wasting time!
You know what? Fuck off. Amy blinked in realization, slightly shaking her head in the process. And since almost no one is there except the chauffeur and Blaze, she faintly smiled and finally had the guts. Blaze, on the other hand, was stealing glances on her wristwatch, since time is of the essence and maybe Amy is just wasting it. The hazy sunset is gone, being replaced by the dark night. Cold breeze blew across them.
"Fine, I'm in." Amy answered.
"Very wise decision," Blaze curtly nodded.
Amy went inside the car before Blaze did. The chauffeur closed the door and went to the front at the driver's side. Soon enough, the limo began to move as silent as a sleek glider on land. Amy was shocked of how comfortable the seats are, there are some snacks in front of them, and of course, a space enough to do homework. Blaze crossed her legs and tilted her head to the side, adding hand to support it. Amy felt so nervous about touching some buttons at the snacks panel, since it's full of the things she likes: including soft serve strawberry ice cream. Blaze didn't mind. It was silent, as if they were just strangers sharing a car in Uber. After ten minutes, Blaze stole glances to Amy, who was now emailing with Cream on her phone, not aware that the person sitting beside her is glancing at her. Amy quickly turned her face to Blaze, who reverted back to tilt her head and probably think of what she's going to do next once they get home.
She is so cute without her distracting makeup. Blaze commented in her mind.
"Where is your home, Amy Rose?" Blaze asked.
"Uh... at an apartment," Amy answers.
"Good." Blaze nodded.
"Why?"
"You will see," Blaze just said, before going silent again.
Amy continued emailing with Cream. Blaze planned to doze off, but it turned out they were getting near. She planned to glance at Amy with discreet, while uttering that she won't be caught by the hedgehog doing so, or else Amy would've thought that Blaze might be just glancing just to creep her out. Blaze shrugged it off as the limo stopped at a simple apartment, those types where there is an intercom. The rent is fairly expensive, and Amy isn't going to get herself a job; it's a large fortune her parents left her.
By the time they settled, Amy was shocked that there's full of luggage and her room is divided into two. One has a window revealing the view of the city along with Amy's stuff and bed neatly arranged. It's composed of hot pink and some posters of a blue barechested hedgehog posing a sexy pose, a hand on his head, implying the bad boy atmosphere, like how Harry Styles from One Direction does it from some magazines. It made Amy fall in love that she was this guy's fan; she was clearly obsessed. The other is some sort of genius's, organized shelves full of books smart people read, a study desk organized with pencils and a lamp, a queen-sized lavender bed, and instead of guy posters, it's full of posters with mugshots of Einstein and some known icons to have changed the world with their famous quotes. Everything is cleaned, much to Amy's relief. Blaze arranged her new space, putting the excess beside her bed.
Amy was at the lost of words. Blaze grabbed duct tape and taped the middle of the room with some of it. She then stands on the side where the lavender bed is.
"I will be your roommate," Blaze says. "Since your room is vast, I now divide it into two to make another space for myself. Now we have some rules so that we can be in good terms. First, no intrusion from the other side or putting a toe on this line except for bathroom breaks or permission is granted. Second, we have a schedule to follow on who does a chore. Third, refrain from making a mess and what you people call "invading" personal space or even profanity. I have no tolerance for those kinds of things. And lastly, do your best to wake up early to do the daily chores. If you obey these rules, I'm sure we can be in such normal terms."
Blaze saw Amy's foot stepping on the line.
"You already broke the first rule, Amy Rose." Blaze pointed out.
"Ah, sorry!" Amy stepped back, inches away from the tape.
"And... a side note," Blaze added. "Refer me as Miss Blaze."
"Why would I call you that? We're like classmates," Amy was confused.
"I am the student council president, and even outside the school gates, you have little right to call me by my name. Know that you are sharing an apartment with a high-ranking student, and your actions will be the result of your inability to respect me inside and outside the school. Think of me as your boss in a company regardless of wherever we are. Understand, Amy Rose?"
"Y-Yes... M-Miss Blaze..."
"Pardon?" Blaze pretended not to hear.
"Of course, Miss Blaze."
Fuck. Is this hell now, Amy? Will this be my last time to do whatever I want?
"Very well. I have said enough to start my night and first day in here. Wait as I prepare dinner for the both of us." Blaze commenced.
When Blaze was about to go outside, Amy grabbed the feline's wrist. Blaze stopped.
"What is it?" Blaze faced Amy.
Amy stared at the feline's eyes. Something made her heart race. Those fiery gold eyes, composed, but full of a passionate glint was what had caused Amy the sense of being attracted.
"Instead of you... c-can, oops, may I prepare tonight's dinner, Miss Blaze?" Amy nervously asked. She could feel the lump in her throat rising up.
"...Seeing as you want to welcome me... you may," Blaze answers.
Blaze had tuned into the news, sitting on the couch, and Amy in the kitchen "preparing" for dinner. The only things she can prepare are whatever's microwaveable and instant food. She doesn't want to disappoint Blaze at her first night in her place. The feline can hear cutting, so she went to the kitchen to check if Amy's preparing or not, or she might be get a cut on her blade.
She's slicing up some greens... Wait! Those aren't cut exactly the same!
"I think I should prepare it instead, Amy," Blaze sighed.
Amy stopped cutting it with the knife. "Why, Miss Blaze?"
"You're doing it wrong," Blaze pointed it out again.
And that's how Amy got off to watch her favorite bad boy on TV at a show called Deep Blue, while Blaze silently prepares their dinner. To be honest, Blaze was annoyed at how Amy squeals and knowing that she's in charge of this apartment as roommate, she might implement another rule. After fifteen minutes of screaming and praising her idol, Blaze went and unplugged the TV, much to Amy's surprise.
"And I have another rule: stop making a ruckus," Blaze says. "And especially, I ban you from watching TV until you do well in both being my roommate and my classmate."
"Aw, come on!"
"If you mess up, I will also cut the cable and the Wi-Fi connection. Understand?"
Amy nodded.
"What show are you watching?" Blaze asks.
"It's Deep Blue," Amy smiled from ear to ear.
"That must've meant the posters in your space," Blaze rolled her eyes.
"They are! Ohh, Deep Blue is so freaking handsome I wanna marry him!"
What in the elders...? Is this girl obsessed with this Sonic guy who's called Deep Blue? Gosh... it will be difficult to tame this girl... time to implement new measures...
"Alright, Amy, if you want to watch it again, get well on your exams," Blaze then said. "I have prepared your test."
"Already?! W-Why, Miss Blaze?"
"So that I can have a decent mindset to regulate you in this school."
"What... would be the punishment... M-Miss Blaze?"
Blaze slightly smirked. "You will suffer months without watching Deep Blue and I have to confiscate your phone until you get better."
NOOO! Amy knew she is going to land in hell.
Dinner came out very well. Amy was surprised of how Blaze prepared it; it's something she didn't eat before. Much to her chagrin, it was more of vegetables than meat. Blaze didn't mind to finish her plate, but Amy had no appetite, prompting Blaze to make her eat it or she won't watch Deep Blue for months. Amy wouldn't dare to gamble her exam results for months without watching her idol on the show Deep Blue. Teenagers; that's what Amy is. She thinks Blaze might be living under the roof with some strict parents like in one of them in a reality show called The World's Strictest Parents series. Amy shuddered, not wanting to be a child of one of these parents.
Amy immediately went out of the bath after five minutes of dipping on the cold waters, not forgetting to prepare it for Blaze. She shivered her way to the bedroom, a towel around her chest, and arms hugging herself for warmth. Blaze was reading the novel Tale of Two Cities on her side, waiting for her turn. After Amy wore her simple night clothing, she went over to Blaze's side.
"Miss Blaze, the bath's ready for you."
Blaze puts the book down and takes a shower. She lasted there for just how long a song can go; three to five minutes. Amy was listening to some tunes that most of the teens in her age were into; rock, the Deep Blue's captivating voice singing a cover of Justin Bieber's All That Matters. Blaze went to her side after one song ended. Amy felt her heart pace again as soon as she laid eyes on Blaze. Under that luxurious wool coat was a beautiful bare body, so slender, so perfect in proportions that Amy felt a bit jealous about Blaze's body. Her back was facing Amy as she puts on her nightwear, a simple tank top and shorts. Amy felt she's gonna go to the gym to lose some pounds to get that body she wanted.
"So... Miss Blaze..." Amy started, taking off her earphones. "...Why do you know about Deep Blue?"
"I am not a fan but I have heard it from every corner," Blaze explained.
"But did you even wondered what's it like to get his attention to you?"
"Enough, Amy, I may respond in a wrong mindset," Blaze gets herself under the covers of her bed. She turns off the light. "Good night, Amy Rose."
Blaze slipped to dreamland. Amy scoffs and wanted to talk to Blaze even more, since it's just two hours left before she herself can sleep.
"Miss Blaze, come on, let's talk about something you like!" Amy smiled.
Blaze turned her back to Amy. She was still asleep.
"Um... do you wanted to know what I want Deep Blue to do to me?" Amy asked. The feline didn't respond. "...I want him to... you know, kiss me like he loves me. It's so exciting if someone kisses you and you liked the taste of that person's lips... I wish I can get one..."
Blaze suddenly jumped out of her bed, shuffling her way to Amy's side and goes on top of her on the bed. Their faces were just an inch. Amy blushed hard at how close they are. Amy's heart didn't calm down, and it pounded like a drum. Warmth got into her veins. The two made eye contact. Before Amy can struggle, Blaze gripped her wrists and pin them, then closed the gap between them. Amy had widened eyes. She felt arousal at any time Blaze licks her tongue. She felt being rammed to a gate of romance. Amy moaned in response, wanting to enfold her arms to Blaze. Amy broke off, finding a string of saliva connecting their lips. She trembled for a bit and readied herself for another kiss, but Blaze gets off of her and looked at her with those fiery gold eyes again.
"That's the kiss you desired," Blaze says, returning to her bed to sleep. "Good night again, Amy Rose."
Amy touched her moist lips with her fingertips. She blushed hard at how soft they've become. She was literally turned on for some reason... but no. The kiss had paved a new way to her rebellious teenager life.
How dare she... she turned me on! The kiss I longed for Deep Blue to do with me for years... it's now gone! I'm now in love with my own roommate! Fuck, is this for real? Will Blaze change my life...?
Amy panicked for a while, then something like a needle pierced into her skin. She could feel fatigue getting the best of her, as she slowly calms down and collapses on the bed and falls into a deep slumber. Blaze, at the other side, sighed in relief and finally went back to her dreamland. She made Amy fall asleep.
Blaze made a little smirk and dreamed of Amy all night.
A/N: Neko-chan reporting!
A first kiss now changed everything. Well, it's just the beginning. Two opposing students with different personalities and have some sort of opening relationship.
Please follow me and fav this story! I've been needing support just like my sister Nico-chan. Will Blaze open up to Amy at each day they spend as roommates? We'll find out.
Later!
