Okay so I decided to re–write this story once I reviewed what I had previously written. Honestly, it wasn't coming out like I had planned, so I did some MAJOR revisions, and this is the result. Hopefully it's better, if not well, no harm no foul, right?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the vampire knight characters, who belong to the wonderful Matsuri Hino. Mimiko and Masaki are mine though so PAWS OFF!
I gazed up at the light of the morning sky, a cool breeze sending a chill through me, a reminder that while spring might be on its way, it isn't here just yet. Are the Night Class students even going to be awake to accept all these early Valentine's Day chocolates? I tried to tune out the barrage of voices coming from the mass of squealing fan girls surrounding the gates to the Moon Dormitories as I got closer, but unfortunately, two of those fan girls were at my sides.
"I'm giving mine to Shiki! He's sooo gorgeous! He's the total package with that red–brown hair and those beautiful blue eyes!" No kidding. He's a MODEL for crying out loud, of course he's handsome!
"Are you kidding? Idol is the one for me! He's perfect!" Eh, he's cute and all, but he's a HUGE flirt, I don't think he's the type to last in a committed relationsh–
"Hey Naiko–chan, who are you giving your chocolates to?"
I snapped out of my silent commentary as I turned to Mimi Komatsu, aka Mimiko the Aidou supporter on my right. She hated saying her last name, always claiming it's 'a waste of my precious energy' and one day she just ended up saying only the beginning of it. The person she was introducing herself to misunderstood her and thought her name was 'Mimiko.' Mimiko never bothered to correct him, and it's just stuck ever since. I, lost in my thoughts, responded to the brunette with less than exquisite grace.
"Huh, wha? What'd you say?"
"Geez, you're such an airhead sometimes Naiko–chan." Masaki Hirota shook her head, her straight honey blonde hair falling out from behind her ears, and sighed before meeting my confused gaze. "We just asked you who you're giving your chocolates to."
"Oh, umm…"
"You're giving them to Idol, RIGHT?"
"Well, I– "
No she's not! They're OBVIOUSLY for Shiki!"
"Idol!"
"Shiki!"
"IDOL!"
"SH– "
"STOP IT YOU TWO! YOU'RE DRIVING ME NUTS!"
Mimiko and Masaki froze at the sound of me yelling and shrunk back when they met my glare. Most of the time, I, Nadeshiko Shindo, am usually the nice, quiet, shy girl in the back of the class, but if you push my buttons hard enough, you WILL face my wrath. The only people to have accomplished this feat are the two idiots cowering in front of me at this moment.
"Mimiko, you give your chocolates to Ido–I mean Aidou, and Masaki, you give yours to Shiki. ALRIGHT?"
"Yes, Naiko–chan."
"And stop calling me that!"
Mimiko faced me, her mouth upturned at one end with a mischievous glint in her emerald eye –her renowned troublemaker smile– as she threw her right arm over my shoulder. "Well my darling, it's your fault for always leaving your key in our dorm."* She wagged her finger at me as we walked forwards towards the sea of shrieking girls, Masaki joining us on my right this time.
"Do not!"
"Then where is it now?
"… In the dorm."
"I rest my case."
I huffed, crossing my arms and whirling my head away from her smug grin. So I forget my dorm key a FEW times, can't they just LET it GO! Oh wait, I forgot: they're my best friends. It's their obligation to annoy me.
"Hey! You never told us who the lucky guy is Nadeshiko!" Why does Masaki have to remember everything?
"That's because I'm not telling."
Mimiko released me, but before I could even blink she had done a 180, effectively blocking my path. "No fair! Who is it? Kaname? Kain? Ooh, I bet it's Takuma!"
"Why are you only listing Night Class guys?"
She blanched at my words. "Are you kidding? NONE of the Day Class guys are cute, and the Night Class guys are so HOT!"
"Yeah, who would you even give chocolates to from the Day Class?" Masaki chimed in as she placed herself next to Mimiko with hands on her hips. Aw great, they've joined forces. Crap.
"Umm… What about Kiriyuu?"
Both my friends' faces paled as they stood there like statues, eyes wide and mouths agape, staring at me as if I'd grown an extra head. What the hell's the matter with them?
"…Guys, you're gonna catch flies if you don't stop gawking at me."
Masaki was the first to recover. "ARE YOU INSANE?!"
"Last time I checked, NO."
"Have you had any brain trauma recently?"
"NO! What's so wrong about Kiriyuu?"
Mimiko finally returned to us and took me by the shoulders. "Excuse me? Are you new to Cross Academy? Remember, Zero Kiriyuu, Day Class prefect, and also the SCARIEST PERSON ALIVE?!" She shook me while saying those last few words as if that would cure me of whatever illness they thought I had contracted.
"Well, I don't think he's THAT bad…" He doesn't ALWAYS act cold anyways… okay so maybe he does, but there's got to be a reason behind it, right?
"Have you SEEN his death glare?" she retorted. Masaki waved her hand in front of my eyes. "She doesn't seem to be showing any signs of blindness…although the early stages of glaucoma ARE difficult to detect…"
"How would YOU deal with this mob then?" I argued, gesturing to the swarm of females, preparing to ambush their prey.
"He doesn't have to threaten us though! Yuuki doesn't!" Masaki countered, bringing up the only other prefect, Yuuki Cross. Yeah, look how well she's doing…The poor girl looked more like a battering ram than a barrier the way she was being shoved around. That's gotta hurt.
"Fine, forget I mentioned it."
"Doctor, I think she's going to make it."
"Haha, very funny Mimiko. And I was just going to tell you who my chocolates were for…"
"What?! Oh come on! Please, please, PLEASE, PLEA–"
"TAKUMA ALRIGHT! Jeez, Mimiko…"
"YES! Masaki you owe me five bucks!"
"YOU BET ON THIS?!"
The two of them gulped and went rigid, Masaki with her hand reaching into her skirt pocket and Mimiko with her palm open expectantly. "Umm… No?"
"Someone dies, NOW."
"Take Masaki!" Mimiko shoved her forwards, almost toppling her over. Masaki returned the favor.
"No! Take Mimiko, I'm smarter!"
"So what? I'm funner!"
"'Funner' isn't a word."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is n–"
"SHUT IT!" I grabbed both of them by the ear and dragged them into the pit of hormonal girls. "If you two don't quit it, we'll never get our chocolates to the Night Class! Now shut up and move it!"
Once we had gotten about halfway into the madness, I twisted my head to locate the prefects. Yuuki was the only one I spotted, perched on top of the Moon Dormitory wall, directly above the massive iron gates, near the center of the horde. From the way her mouth moved she was probably saying something. The real question, my friends: Was I hearing a word she said? The answer: That would be a no.
"We'll never get through that gate!" cried Mimiko, still rubbing her ear from before.
"To every problem there is already a solution whether you know it or not."** quoted Masaki as she analyzed the situation.
"Thank you, for those lovely words of advice, Miss Fortune Cookie."
"Mimiko! Play nice."
"Fine! If Masaki can find a way to get to the Night Class, I'll actually DO my homework."
"WHICH you should be doing on your own instead of copying mine!"
"But it's HARD!"
"That's not the poi–"
"I have an idea."
I stopped mid–lecture and faced Masaki. Her brows were furrowed, coffee brown eyes narrowed, and her mouth in a slight frown– her classic thinking face. "Are you serious?"
"Yep."
"Damn it! Now I have to do my homework…"
"Okay so spill!"
"Easy. Climb the wall."
"…"
"Well, unless you happen to be eight feet tall, then be my guest!"
"Shush Mimiko! Masaki, elaborate please."
"Okay, so one of us will shoulder the other and their combined height might be able to clear the wall, while one of us protects the base from the herd of raving girls."
"Are you sure this could work?"
"Well, Nadeshiko, after calculating all the variables and estimating the probability of error in–"
"JUST ANSWER THE GOD DAMN QUESTION!"
"YES! It could work, okay Mimiko?"
"… So who's the base?"
"NOT IT!"
"NOT IT!"
"DAMN IT!"
"Okay so Mimiko is the base (insert whine from Mimiko) but who's gonna be the one climbing?"
"NOT IT!"
"FINE I GUESS IT'S ME!" Oh great. If you haven't seen me in gym folks, then you don't know that I suck at everything that involves coordination or balance.
"Let's move to the far end, it'll take Yuuki longer to notice." Mimiko and I nodded at Masaki's logic and began squeezing our way to the far right side of the mob.
I kept getting shoved and squished by screeching fan girls until I felt myself getting slammed against the concrete wall. I like the Night Class too, but this is just ridiculous! My vision blurred a bit as I slid to the ground.
"Okay people, let's make some room! 'Scuse me coming through! Move your asses, NOW!"
"Ya know Mimiko, you could try being nicer to people."
She smirked at me before bending down to pat my head like a dog. "My darling, where would be the fun in that? Now get off your ass and help me get these dipshits TO MOVE!"
With the help of Mimiko's, um PERSUASION, we finally managed cleared some space at the wall. Alright, phase one of Masaki's plan, ENGAGE!
"Mimiko! Let Nadeshiko get on your shoulders!"
"But she's heavy!"
"I'm WHAT?!"
"Um, uh, thin as a twig?"
"That's what I thought." At that Mimiko relented, bending down to hoist me on her shoulders.
"Whoa!" Shit! This was WAY too wobbly, but I can almost reach the ledge! I retrieved my chocolates from my pocket and stretched my arm until it was practically popping out of its socket.
"Reach, Nadeshiko!"
"I'M TRYING! I have to give them my chocolates…" I muttered the last part to myself as self–motivation, straining to lift the chocolates in my hand to the top of the wall.
"Take…mine…too…" wheezed Mimiko from below, and I felt her shaking underneath me. Crap! Almost there Mimiko, just hold out a little longer…
"Hey, you! Get down from there!" Shit! It's Yuuki! Apparently she caught Mimiko by surprise too, because she turned to face where Yuuki's voice was coming from, completely forgetting about yours truly on her shoulders. I lost my balance, chocolates flying out of my hand as I tumbled backwards. Obviously, I did the natural thing: scream.
"AHHHH!"
"NADESHIKO!" The only time Mimiko calls me by my name and I won't live to hear it again.
"LOOK OUT!"
*Nai ko means 'keyless child' I thought it was a good play on Nadeshiko's name… Yeah, I'm not good at puns (-_-;)
**Quote from Grenville Kleiser
Sooo, that's all I got. It's a whole lot longer than the original first chapter, but I guess this is just a step up for the entire story. Do you think it's better? I tried working more on developing Nadeshiko's character and adding dialogue, hope it's not too shabby. R&R please!
–HimuroMiharu102398 (^_^)