AN: I've written this story a good, long while ago and had it submitted on my dA page. I will update occasionally here but as to when exactly I cannot say as it's always a spur of the moment kind of ordeal. So all I can say is enjoy this story and the second chapter will be up soon. Au revoir, mon cherie~
A huff of breath, frustration permeated around her entire being at this point- no matter what s~he tried Natsuki still couldn't get through to Shizuru. There was absolutely no answer to her calls nor text messages. The raven-haired woman flipped open her phone and stared at the last text message she had sent... I need you, now... Her phone shut again with a clack as she resumed staring up at her bedroom ceiling, while lying upon her bed.
Another sigh exhaled, then she began toying with the phone resting on her chest; it beeped and Natsuki's heart raced, fingers fumbling to open the phone again. Shizuru hadn't answered her for the passed couple of days, and it concerned her greatly, causing her to rake her thoughts to see if she said anything to possibly upset the other woman. Her heart dropped as she gazed at the screen, the phone's cell in the upper right corner was flashing signifying 'low battery'.
She had her hopes raised, only to crash like the tides of the sea. Natsuki groaned, even more frustrated with allowing herself to get so hopeful over her message possibly being answered, as she reached for the cord to charge her phone. It was unlike Shizuru to ignore any message of the sort, on any other occasion she would have been over quickly, even using her spare key to gain access to Natsuki's apartment. This time, something was preventing her- had Natsuki really said something wrong? The woman groaned again, this time to turn and bury her face into her pillow; a fist pounded into it beside her head, impact upon impact before deciding it didn't help matters any.
Everything was racing through her mind, all the possibilities of what she could have said to upset Shizuru- but they were all the normal things she said in response to the other woman's teasing, so it couldn't have hurt her, could it? All of this thinking wasn't getting her anywhere, if anything it was making her think the worst of this situation. Thinking never did her any good, everything just ended up being over-thought, and she normally left the thinking to Shizuru... No! She must not think on this anymore! Things between them were fine, nothing was wrong... At least, she hoped so. Her thoughts weren't going to leave her be, if she remained in bed and allowed them to run rampant. She'd have to stave them off with something, a shower did seem really good and perhaps her thoughts would just wash down the drain with the water.
A shower. It was something she had to try. Natsuki pulled her face from the pillow and rolled to the edge of her bed, feet moving around to land on the floor. One last glance to the charging phone on the night stand, before abandoning her room for the door on the far side of the wall. The bathroom door closed behind her with a silent click, a few minutes later her phone lit up someone was calling; it went ignored.
"Ara ara, my Na-tsu-ki~, you need me? I wonder why I am needed so terribly? Kanin-na, I didn't receive any of your messages or calls until just now. I already know you would be blushing so cutely from my first question, just adorable. I will return to my Natsuki very soon." There was no answer to Natsuki's phone, the next best thing Shizuru had to settle for was leaving a teasing voicemail. Fingers clasped the phone closed, ending the call, then held it at her side while she gazed at the city on the cliffside. The wind blew softly, just enough to ruffle her caramel tresses and skirts; it was a quiet night aside from the rustling of the tree leaves and occasional animal scurrying amongst the grasses. Crimson hues gazed at the little lights flickering in the city below, the lights flickering similarly to the stars above. Fingers gripped the mobile tighter, before turning on a heel and disappearing into the darkness of the pathway.
