Foreword: The following is a Chronicles of the Fallen/Coming of the Seraph crossover AU piece. I feel like out of the many AUs, this one is the most straightforward, which is oddly relieving. I don't think I need to explain much. This is a simple juxtaposition of Miharu, OC of HaloRecoil's Coming of the Seraph series, and Nemaelle, OC of my heartfic Chronicles of the Fallen. Placing them and their storylines parallel to each other. It is also one of the earlier swings at AU work for me, and has its roots as something cowritten, so it will be credited accordingly!
Also, the title is actually meant to be uncensored, but as much as I flirt with the posting restrictions of this site, I feel like posting this with the uncensored title is a little too bold.
Best F'n Friends
The Meeting of Wayard Highschool Girls
By: Brenli and HaloRecoil
Miharu stretched as she threw open the door that led to the school roof; the hot autumn sun felt divine against her skin, and she pulled the black pack of cigarettes out of her blazer's coat pocket. Patting her other pockets for the yellow lighter hidden somewhere on her person, she shrieked as she moved around the noisy air conditioners towards the open and significantly quieter part of the large school. She'd been expecting to be alone; roof access was strictly prohibited and most of the other delinquents used the dumpsters out back to hide their bad habits, but sitting against the fenced-in ledge was the strange white-haired underclassmen she'd seen once or twice.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Miharu put a hand on her chest. "Didn't think anyone else knew the code to open that lock."
Nema's vivid red eyes went wide as she stared at the girl sauntering closer. Dark hair, dark eyes; exactly like the girls who constantly gave her a hard time for her appearance. But the charming smile on her face gave Nema some peace of mind. "Four zeros isn't exactly a password." Nema shot back, trying her hand at normal socializing. Miharu laughed, pretty and honest, picking out a cigarette and thrusting the pack into Nema's hands. "No thanks. My mom will smell that on me from a mile away." Nema handed the pack back, knowing how her mother felt about smoking.
"One of those huh?" Miharu snickered, blowing smoke into the early afternoon air. "My name's Miharu. Fujiwara Miharu."
"Ah... Nema. Mudou Nema." A shift in the summer breeze sent bitter smoke in her direction, and Nema waved her snow-white hand, wafting the smell away.
"People say you're a weirdo." The dark-haired girl said flatly, seating herself beside Nema.
The albino girl frowned, wondering what had made her think that this girl would be different from the other needlessly cruel teenagers in the school.
"I think you're pretty cute." Miharu winked, laughing as pink color rose up on Nema's cheeks. 16 years and no one but her parents had ever called her cute. 10 minutes later a teacher found them, and they spent detention texting each other, quietly giggling as they shared gossip about the girls in their homerooms.