A/n- I wrote this about 5 years ago and recently rediscovered it. I was surprised at how entertained I was reading it after all this time. I hope you are entertained too! I've always had a soft spot for Yaya. I'm not so good at formatting, suggestions welcome :)
Yaya surveyed the Strawberry dorms sprawled out before her like so much cancer on the face of the countryside. She hadn't even realized she missed the place until here in this moment, looking at the stately buildings scattered amongst the tall trees. She shoved her long dark hair back in a satisfied manner, peering upon the familiar territory with a kind of proprietary smugness. Her senior year was going to be the best ever, she just knew it.
After the Hikari running off with the "prince" debacle, Yaya had had enough of the petty games and tragic love that being in an all girls private school entailed. She put her foot down firmly, telling her parents that she refused to go back and demanding they send her to public school. Much to her surprise she hadn't even had to throw the tantrum she was planning on for they had agreed on one condition: that she return to Astraea Hill for her senior year. Something having to do with needing that final year for refinement and looking good on college applications, all that business.
So here she was, three years later with more confidence and a whole lot more wisdom and ready to get her damn senior year over with so she could go on with life. She wasn't even worried about seeing Hikari. Rumors had it that she and Amane were still in a relationship, though Amane was in college. Hikari had blossomed, Yaya heard, gracefully leaving all her reticence and shyness behind and moving up the ranks to become one of Spica's student council members. Frankly, Yaya could not care any less. She had left bitter and jaded, and much to her surprise she found that amongst public school girls she was quite a hot item. So Yaya had plenty of distractions to get her mind off the blue eyed temptress, and indeed, Hikari's memory had faded quite quickly with the entertainment of rolling around in other girls' beds.
Yaya smiled a little as she remembered her throngs of fangirls' tears at her departure. Not that any of them had meant a damn thing. No one had touched her heart, not since Hikari's heartbreaking rejection. Yaya made sure it stayed that way, always up for hitting the sack but at the first mention of anything deeper, she gathered up her clothes and bailed. It would stay that way, Yaya decided, fuck love. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't fallen so hard for Hikari, and if Hikari hadn't chosen that butch "prince" over her—it just felt like such a slap in the face. She had always been there for Hikari, she had been the one to bring Hikari out of her little shell, she would've loved Hikari so much better and so much more than Amane. That "prince" didn't have a fucking clue how to properly care for someone such as Hikari.
Yaya ran her hands down her jean clad thighs and straightened her shirt before hoisting her satchel over one shoulder in a thoroughly nonchalant and dominant manner and heading towards the dorms. She walked along the stone lined path, looking for anyone she might recognize, but all the girls were new and stared at her in her street clothes curiously. Yaya impishly winked at some of them, and they immediately averted their eyes cutely.
Oh yes, Nanto Yaya was back with a vengeance.
Tsubomi checked her watch and cursed to herself, as she took off and bolted blindly down the path, late for a club meeting. She deftly maneuvered around the groups of girls scattered around the path, but didn't see the dark haired girl until it was too late. Her momentum knocked them both to the ground, and she looked up aggressively, ready to berate the girl for getting in her way. But her eyes were assaulted by a thoroughly shocking sight, like a ghost, or someone returning from the dead. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Nanto Yaya. Impossible.
Yaya had half a mind to be pissed off at the girl that ran into her so rudely, her ass was throbbing and her grand entrance had been ruined. She slit her eyes at the rude girl, then realized who it was. Tsubomi was older; Yaya almost didn't recognize her, except the pink hair gave it away. It had to be Tsubomi. Her eyes ran up the little spitfire, taking in the long legs, older face, and considerably larger chest. A sly smile crept over Yaya's face. Damn if the little shit hadn't turned into a fox.
"Tsubomi!" She said, getting to her feet, "What the hell kind of welcome is that after three years?"
Tsubomi's mouth just opened and shut silently like a gasping fish. Yaya offered her hand to help the younger girl up, but Tsubomi shot up of her own accord.
"YOU!" She exploded. "Baka!" She hurriedly tugged down her skirt and brushed the dirt off her butt. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" she asked huffily, tossing her pink hair back over one shoulder in disdain.
Yaya rolled her eyes. She didn't have time for this. She was ready for a nap. She reshouldered her satchel and brushed past the younger girl. "Nice to see you too, Tsubomi-chan." She said sarcastically, "If you'll excuse me."
"Wait! Yaya-sempai!" Tsubomi clenched her fists, the words were out before she could stop them.
Yaya turned around. "Ah, so you remember my name. And are you showing your sempai the proper respect for once?"
Tsubomi grit her teeth to stop the rude remark she wanted so badly to make. "Welcome back, Yaya-sempai." She said through still clenched teeth. "Do you need help with your bags or anything?"
"Nah." Replied Yaya breezily, turning once more towards the dorms. "They're being brought up to my room later. Besides, they would be much too heavy for a dainty little flower such as yourself." She snickered.
Tsubomi bit back a hateful response and felt anger well up inside her, red and bitter. So why then amongst all the anger was a little shred of her actually glad to see the vile girl? And why did she desperately want to hug her sempai and scream at her to never leave again? Her body moved forward of its own volition, and she launched herself towards her retreating sempai.
Yaya walked on, not even looking back at Tsubomi when she was propelled forwards by some strong force and promptly fell back to the ground. "What the hell?" she exclaimed sourly, but all she felt were the younger girl's arms, and all she saw was the tumble of pink hair pressed firmly to her chest. Yaya's hands flew up in a surprised fashion and she looked down at the underclassman.
"Welcome back," mumbled Tsubomi, her voice muffled against Yaya's chest, sounding much more sincere this time around. Yaya was taken aback, but she knew better than to patronize the younger girl in the least, it would be punishing her for showing her softer side. So Yaya thought quickly and laid a hand on Tsubomi's head. "Better be careful, Tsubomi-chan. People'll get ideas."
Tsubomi flushed, leapt away from Yaya and straightened her headband before plastering a scowl back on her face. "If anybody was getting any ideas it would be because they think you are taking advantage of a much younger and impressionable girl. And just what kind of habits have you brought back from that public school?" Her cute little nose wrinkled at the word "public", like she was uttering a filthy word.
Yaya smirked. "Oh, if you only knew, Tsubomi-chan." And with that, she turned on her heel and left Tsubomi standing and pondering just exactly what Yaya had gotten up to in the past three years. No, on second thought, she didn't even want to let her mind wander there. She was sure whatever it had been was definitely not decent. However, Tsubomi was a little affronted that Yaya had not told her she looked good, nor had Yaya even seemed to notice she had grown at all; Yaya still treated her as if she were the annoying kohai. Frustrated, Tsubomi looked at her watch. "Shit!" she yelped. She was so late for her meeting with the head sister that she was going to be in for a hell of a tongue lashing. She took off at full speed in the direction of the library.
Yaya tossed her satchel onto the tiny twin bed in her dorm room, and was mildly surprised to see the rest of her luggage already there. She took in the bland décor and frowned. Well I see not much has changed she thought sourly. At least they've given me a single room. She would have been pissed if she had had to share a room with some girl she didn't know, especially after all the privacy she'd enjoyed in her own room in her own house during the last three years. Besides, Shizuma and Miyuki had gotten private rooms when they were seniors. Spica damn well better keep up with Miator in that aspect. She harrumphed in a satisfied way, threw open the window and grandly lit a cigarette. Time for a smoke then naptime! Ah, it's good to be back.