DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kannazuki No Miko. {Except Yumi the maid, who I made up out of convenience.}
I wanted to write another Kannazuki no Miko fic xD. I couldn't stay away! Just letting you dears know, this is set in a reality where the two are re-incarnated and get to live their lives like any normal person. Yah, yah, feel free to give me some hate for using a somewhat similar surrounding such as my other Kannazuki no Miko fic but this is fanfiction so I get to choose the settings so meow to you (^_^). I had to add a random character of my own but she is only there to give Miss Otaha Kisaragi someone to argue with and add some comic relief here and there. Anyways, please enjoy.
There are many things in this world that can create intense, crashing sounds. Sounds that can nearly deafen you with its raging supersonic waves. Such sounds are usually created by things that are somewhat immense in size. However, you made one of the lightest things in the world create the only noise that I could hear for the few moments your violet eyes captured mine. Kurusugawa Himeko, I wonder if you have ever heard the sound of falling snow. I have, and the first time I had ever heard it was the moment you gave me your name.
It was early winter but snow had been falling heavily all day and the Himemiya's majestic mansion was partially buried in it. The long, archaic windows that lined every floor of the mansion were all frosted over except a few windows that stood guard within a room that housed a grand piano. A fire was blazing in a hearth at the far end of the room and a young lady, with flowing locks of sapphire hair, sat on a couch near the hearth, sipping at a cup of tea within her delicate hands. Beside the beautiful lady stood a maid with thick, curly blonde hair, and she seemed ever ready to do her Lady's bidding.
Despite the intense heat that was emanating from the hearth, the air of the room was heavy and slick with a coldness to match the frigid air outside. The maid could feel that something was amiss with her Lady but it was not her place to ask any questions unless her Lady gave up the information willingly. Frustration gnawed at the maid but she did her best to comfort her Lady by being ever ready to be of service. A sigh broke the maid from her thoughts and her eyes shifted to focus on the lady with ocean-blue hair.
"Thank you for the tea, Miss Otaha." The lady with blue hair turned her stunning blue eyes to her maid.
"Anything for you, Miss Himemiya." Miss Otaha bowed her head in submissive thanks.
"You can just refer to me as Chikane while my parents are away, Miss Otaha. I've told you that we're more friends than master and servant." Amusement sparkled within Chikane's eyes as she smiled at her maid.
Miss Otaha shook her head and her thick curls bounced comically in concert. "To do that would only be dishonoring you, my lady."
Chikane slowly nodded her head in acquiescence and she slowly turned her eyes back to the hearth in front of her. Her cobalt eyes were emblazoned with the fire's reflection as she lost herself within the maniacal dancing of the flames before her. "I met someone quite interesting today, Miss Otaha."
"At your college, Miss?" The maid asked as she admired the natural, stoic beauty that only belonged to Himemiya Chikane.
A slight grin appeared on Chikane's lips. "I met her by pure accident as I walked through the park at school. She was taking pictures of the winter scenery and I accidentally became caught within one of her photographs."
(Earlier that day)
Himemiya Chikane wrapped her black, cashmere scarf tighter around her elegant neck as she made her way out of her college's main building. The snow had begun to float down from the heavens in soft, picturesque sheets of unblemished white. Students hurried past her to their classes but a good number stopped by to greet her before scurrying away to their destinations. She returned their salutations with a curt, but respectable nod, and made her way to her car, which was clear across campus.
As she was about to pass mindlessly past the school's tiny park, she decided that it would shave off a few minutes off her trip if she cut through the park instead. Taking in a frosty breath, she briskly walked onto the cobbled path that snaked its way throughout the park. As she neared the center of the park, her senses caught the gurgling sounds and the sight of a tiny fountain that was situated directly in the center of the path itself. She admired the simplicity of the fountain as she slowly made her way around it but then the tell-tale clicks of a camera shutter tore her eyes away from the fountain. Chikane focused her piercing eyes onto a blonde girl, who was busy taking pictures of the snow-covered trees off to the side of the path. As Chikane senselessly made her way towards the girl, time seemed to nearly stand still. The natural sounds around her seemed to grow suddenly quiet and the rapidly falling snow seemed to fall so slowly now that Chikane could easily discern each, unique snowflake that obscured her view of the golden-haired girl in front of her. The sounds of the camera shutter clicking seemed to boom within her ears and her breath caught as the blonde turned the camera towards Chikane and took a picture of the blue-haired beauty. Chikane stopped in her tracks and the girl lowered the camera to stare wide-eyed at Chikane; an apology written across her violet eyes.
Chikane couldn't feel the nipping cold anymore and she felt her eyes lock onto the girl before her. All sounds remained on mute and time was still crawling by. The blonde only stared back at Chikane, her lips quivering but no words coming out of her pretty mouth. Chikane gave the blonde a genuine smile and the blonde gave a high-pitched squeak and smiled back. The blue-haired maiden gasped as she blushed and was at a momentary loss for words.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take a picture of you." The blonde stammered out as she hugged her camera close to her chest and a blush began to bloom across the bridge of her tiny nose.
Chikane's mute world shattered at the high-pitched voice of the blonde and she couldn't help but give her another smile. "It's my fault; I'm sorry I got in your way."
The blonde relaxed. " No, you didn't get in my way at all. In fact, I'm sure you made my picture collection much better."
Chikane let out a small bit of laughter and the blonde blushed an amazing red. "I'm Himemiya Chikane; a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Kurusugawa Himeko and it's nice to meet you too." Himeko beamed and giggled at Chikane.
At that moment, for some odd reason, Chikane felt her heart warm like as if caressed by a fire. She felt her heart beating faster against her chest and she was wracked with a sudden onset of nervousness. In order to compose herself, she focused her attention away from Himeko and on to the individual snowflakes as they hit the ground. Each one that landed softly onto the dirt gave off the same sounds of a heart-beat and Chikane realized that her heart seemed to be rhythmically pumping to each slowly descending snowflake. She managed to regain her courage and she looked up at Himeko's brightly-lit eyes and the blue-eyed lady felt her world become summer in a land that was bitter winter.
Chikane kept her eyes focused on the hearth before her and she sipped her tea. Miss Otaha's face gave no expression but a tight knot of jealousy was forming within her. So that's it? She found some blonde bimbo on the side of the road and now she's love-struck? OH COME ON! Miss Otaha's thoughts were loud like shattering glass within a silent room.
"She was absolutely beautiful, Miss Otaha." Chikane said with a smile as she placed her eyes onto her maid.
Miss Otaha was fighting a crushing battle within herself but her visage was cool as she gave her Lady a smile that never touched her eyes. "Are you two now friends, Miss?" Miss Otaha asked through a slightly wavering voice.
"We went out for some coffee and talked for a bit and even exchanged numbers. She's a very pleasant person to speak to and I expressed that I would love to meet her again. We might meet up in a few days because she needs some help in her math class." Chikane's voice was silky as she recollected on her blissful day.
"I'm sure that you can find someone of higher quality, Lady Himemiya."
"But I like the way she is with her golden hair and violet eyes. She's the first person I have come across who didn't flounder around me because of my family's wealth and status."
The room became silent again and all that was heard was the capricious crackling from the fire. After a few minutes, Miss Otaha excused herself as she picked up a tray with the empty tea cup and tea pot on it, and made her way to the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen, she nearly flung the tray at a passing-by maid and plopped herself down at the kitchen table. She growled and shook her head violently as she thought back on how dreamy Chikane's face had become as she told her about Himeko.
"I can't believe she fell for some dumb blonde!" Miss Otaha scowled at the air in front of her as she spat out her venomous words.
The maid that she had passed the tray to, came and sat across from Miss Otaha. "What's wrong, Kisaragi?" The younger maid asked.
Miss Otaha gave the other maid a dirty look. "It would seem our Lady has the hots for some girl she met at school today. Can you believe it; some random girl she just found as she was walking to her car! I bet she's a peasant no less! Oh, our Miss sure is getting herself into a mess, Yumi!"
Yumi gave Miss Otaha a coy grin. "And you're flustered about it because...?" Yumi's voice trailed off as she waited for Miss Otaha to give her a clear-cut answer.
Miss Otaha was nearly sprawled out onto the table. "I'm just mad because I expected Miss Himemiya to find a respectable man or woman, that's all."
"Uh-huh, you're sure it's not some personal jealousy on your part?" Yumi raised her eyebrow and smiled.
Miss Otaha shot Yumi a death glare and Yumi visibly winced at the look. "I might be over-protective but who isn't?"
Yumi shrugged and got up from her seat and went to the sink to begin the dishes, leaving Miss Otaha to ramble on about how much she hated blondes for being stereotypically dumb. Ah, and the pot calls the kettle black. Yumi thought to herself as she let a small smile spread across her lips as she began the dishes.
I'm not sure...I might make this a one-shot. Depending on how much hate/love I get xD. As always, thank you for reading.