A/N: Here's a random scenario that I thought up. It's my first Strawberry Panic fanfic, and probably not the last. Let's say, the OC reminds me someone that I know. I just wanted to write of that person interacting with our favourite couple ;) Let me know what you think~
"Wow. That was a long flight. We've finally landed." Nagisa commented, as she slung her purse over her shoulder, turning her head to face Shizuma as she walked.
Said woman nodded with a grin. "Were you really glad to get off that plane? In a rush or something?" A teasing grin tugged on her lips.
Nagisa's face flushed, a rosy hue creeping up her face. "I-It's not like I didn't enjoy myself per se, but I'm not particularly fond of flying. Y-You made it b-bearable."
Shizuma grinned at Nagisa's embarrassed look. So adorable... She is so much fun to tease.
The two pushed forwards together, hand in hand, each with a small luggage and their own purses. It had been several months since they were living together, and they definitely had never been on a vacation together, not until Nagisa graduated from Miator, as was promised by Shizuma.
Today, they were headed for Vancouver, a beautiful city on the West Coast. Even Shizuma had not been to Vancouver before. She'd been to California, but that was the closest she'd ever been to the city. So needless to say, the both were extremely excited.
Heading towards the car rentals, a whispering caught their attention, increasing in volume until it was blatant gossiping. Shizuma and Nagisa looked at each other in slight confusion, and Shizuma gave her hand a comforting squeeze.
The throng of people parted before the two, revealing a woman, walking briskly with her lips pulled tight into a line, as if she was holding back from barking at the nearest person. She wore a doctor's attire, completely buttoned up, and she wore incredibly thin, black, satin tights, accompanied by a pair of black heels. With each step on the marbled floor, her heels struck with resounding finality on the ground, seemingly as a warning. The woman gripped her purse Louis Vutton purse tightly and without a word, brushed past them in her haste.
Shizuma and Nagisa froze. They had both seen it. Although the rest of the crowd seemed to exhale with relief, and continued their activities after her absence, the two turned around to watch the retreating figure.
Those eyes. They couldn't forget the worry in those eyes. She was a beautiful young woman with flying raven tresses as she briskly walked past, her toned and bronzed skin showed meticulous care, but the chocolate eyes held such sorrow. It seemed she was a frequenter of this airport, but no one seemed to notice, or care, of the hollow depths of that woman's eyes. Even though Nagisa wasn't extremely familiar with English yet, she took a bold step forward to chase after the woman and ask her what was wrong. She felt a strange compulsion to know that woman.
However, she was stopped by Shizuma's arm, and a silent shake of her head, indicating that it wouldn't be a good idea to chase after her, even though Nagisa could tell that Shizuma wanted to know what was wrong too.
"Don't go. There's too many people watching... And I have a strange feeling we'll meet her again somewhere."
A/N: Yes, they'll be a little bit 'cramped,' per se, but I wanted to work on shorter chapters. They seemed more challenging. Let me know what you think :) I'll be updating when I can. As of now, I'll have the first two up. Thanks for the read, and please drop a review!