Disclaimer:
Yes, I know... I do NOT own any stories. -cries while running away-
This is a translation attempt of a Chinese ShizNat fanfic. For details on the original work and author please refer to the bottom of this chapter. Thanks.
Summary:
A day in the life of our favorite Gakuenchou. Originally a 3 piece fanfic written by 3 different authors. Morning, Afternoon and Night.
A Day In The Life Of Gakuenchou - Afternoon
Chapter 2
Authored by asuka
Translated by glowie
More?!! This is already the seventeenth! Can you really carry that much? Hrrmpph! And what's with that smile? Are you THAT happy?
Although seated in front of the Headmistress desk... her desk, Natsuki's line of sight was anywhere but there. Focusing instead on a figure clad in purple down below her office.
Peering through her office's glass window she could clearly see the figure ever graceful even though her arms are filled with bundles of gifts, smiling warmly towards the group of squealing students.
Usually whenever there was a cooking class Shizuru was bound to receive a lot of student's self-made dessert like cookies and cakes.
It seems, today was no exception.
Natsuki, almost pouting, turned her head around in a huff. Seeing Yukariko about to say something but hesitated, she frowned.
"What is it?" she spoke, agitation highly evident in her voice.
"Gakuenchou... it's upside down..." she replied not entirely sure if she should voiced her observations.
Stunned, she quickly looked at the paper she was holding in her hands, a report given to her earlier by Yukariko on the student's exam result.
Beside the fact that the report was crumpled under her earlier unconscious ministrations, the report, which she had been holding for sometime now... was indeed facing upside down.
Red from embarrassment, she massages her forehead vigorously and groans.
"Maybe Gakuenchou is tired? Do you need a rest?" thankfully, the kind hearted and considerate Yukariko failed to noticed the real reason behind the Headmistress's lack of concentration.
"I am alright. Miss Yukariko, you can go back to your work now. Once I have finished reading the report I will place it back on your desk."
"Ohh... alright then." Yukariko said and exited the room quietly.
Seeing that she was now alone, Natsuki slammed the report unto the table.
It's all Shizuru's fault! It all her fault! Argh! Why does she always affect my emotions like that.
For countless times, Natsuki's many attempts to punish Shizuru by giving her the silent treatment and cold shoulder have failed miserably.
Just take this morning for example, right on the dot she appeared in her room, uninvited, again!
Throughout breakfast, she tried to show her displeasure by ignoring her.
Eventually, Shizuru stopped talking. Feeling proud of herself thinking she had finally won, she was taken aback when she heard her name inches from her ear. Surprised, she lifts up her head to find Shizuru's face right in front of her.
... your face is smudged by tomato sauce.
That's right. That's exactly what she said and before Natsuki could regain her bearings she felt something wet, warm and soft... brushed against her face...
A sharp intake resounded thoughout the hall. What happened after was better left unsaid. Discarding whatever utensils she was holding at that moment Natsuki, face boiling red fled from the scene.
"That Shizuru!"
How could she do that! That was a public restaurant! There were so many people!
Just that thought alone efficiently recalled the previously dispersed burning redness to her face.
Pacing around angrily in her office engrossed in muttering inaudible phrases under her breath, Natsuki did not noticed the fact that she wasn't alone anymore.
"What about me?"
A unique yet gentle voice filled the room. Its owner seemingly tickled with what she was witnessing.
She froze. Turning around awkwardly, she was greeted with a highly amused Shizuru who was obviously enjoying the moment.
"Shiz... Shizuru!? When did you come in?"
"Hrmm... when you were saying 'That Shizuru'."
She gracefully approached Natsuki's table and gently placed a cup of hot red tea and a tray of cookies.
"It's tea time now. After such a busy day Natsuki should take a rest."
Reclining herself into her black leather chair she glanced quietly at the plate of cookies. Pouting slightly, she looked away.
"I don't want it."
"Hmm?"
"I said I don't want the cookies."
Hrrmppphh. No way would I want to eat what your fangirls have given you!
Of course... Natsuki did not vocalize that second part of her thought.
"... I made them myself you know... Natsuki really don't want to try?"
Shizuru explained as if she could guess what was bothering Natsuki.
"Eh? You also made..."
Curses! Although she caught her own slip up but too much had been revealed already.
"also?"
Shizuru's line of sight moved from where Natsuki sat to the huge glass window behind her, a knowing smile forming.
"Ara ara... Natsuki should know better that I would never offer her what others have given me."
Sensuously she made her way around the huge office desk towards the side of Natsuki's chair. Lowering herself slowly she placed her lips right beside her ear, "Are you... jealous?"
As she spoke, Shizuru's breath carrying its owner's unique scent filled Natsuki's senses.
As if on cue, Natsuki's cheek turned bright red. Instinctively she pushed backwards in a desperate attempt to place some distance between them.
"Of course not! And don't come too close!"
Smiling seductively, she moved closer instead. Sitting herself unto Natsuki's lap, she encircled her arms around her neck.
"Is it really? Why do I feel Natsuki's expression and her words seemed to be contradictory?"
Crimson eyes winked suggestively eyeing the now flabbergasted person before her.
"You... You... Get up now!"
She quickly tries to push Shizuru away but that only got the brown-haired woman to respond by wedging even closer. For fear of causing Shizuru pain Natsuki's half-hearted actions were not the least successful in deterring the older woman.
Just as they were busy with their little tug of war, the office door squeaked slightly.
Alarmed, both quickly turned towards the entrance. The door was slightly ajar but no one was in sight.
They looked at each other, confused. Shizuru, reluctantly stopped her teasing session stood up and walk towards the door. Peering outside the hallway she couldn't find anyone.
Brows knitted, Shizuru closed back the door. However, before she could turn around she heard Natsuki bellowed in anger.
"How dare you!!!"
Panicked, she quickly turns around to find a way beyond fat black cat sitting on top of Natsuki's desk, gobbling down the cookies she had prepared for Natsuki.
Surprisingly, the fat object was agile despite the extraneous weight her body had to bear. Jumping down the desk before Natsuki could pin her down, she looked back at Natsuki smiling smugly.
"No!!! The report!!! I haven't finished it yet!"
Holding up the now not only crumpled but spotted with various little paw prints of a report, Nasuki wailed. Adorning her face a priceless expression of utmost cuteness.
"Don't you think you can get away with this!!!" she declared before she lunged for Mikoto yet again.
Sounds of banging, crashing and things breaking filled the room.
Ignoring Natsuki's death glares Mikoto struts her victory swaying her tail in mocking amusement and to top if off, she lazily meowed as if bored by Natsuki's lame attempts of catching her.
"Argh! I hate you!"
Just as she readies herself for around round of attack, she was held back by the shoulders.
"Allow me."
Before the two simple words settled, she was gone from Natsuki's sight.
Only when she heard her name did she turned around to find the brown-haired woman, a fat cat in hand, approached herself while smiling pleasantly.
"How do you want me to handle this?"
Natsuki glanced around, taking in the sorry state of her office before looking back to the now struggling Mikoto, releasing a resigned sigh.
"That's Queen Mashiro's cat... What other choices do we have?" she said.
Shizuru did not answer but was looking quietly at Mikoto who was now grinning from ear to ear upon hearing Natsuki's helplessness.
"If that is the case, please allow me to handle the matter."
Shizuru said before exiting the office, Mikoto in tow.
She placed Mikoto in a corner along the hallway. The cat immediately barred its teeth in anger, screeching menacingly.
"I don't care whose pet you belonged to nor do I care what havoc you create in the school grounds. However..." she paused.
Crimson orbs darken coldly, "You shouldn't have disturbed my alone time with Natsuki nor should you have eaten the dessert I have prepared for Natsuki! Because of that, be prepared to pay." she continued.
That afternoon, a pitiful shrill wailed throughout the hallway of the northern building.
From that day onwards, although the mischievous Mikoto still disturbs the peace within the school grounds, she religiously avoid Natsuki's office like the plague.
Whenever she approached the area she can't help but shivered with fearful eyes before recharting her path away from the spot.
But that is all in the future...
Witnessing the fleeing form of Mikoto, Shizuru returns to Natsuki's office.
"Shizuru? What did you do? I thought I heard the fat cat screaming."
Natsuki who was kneeling on the floor picking up pieces of papers scattered all over her office, looked up and asked.
"Do not worry Natsuki, I just gave her some lesson on the necessity of proper etiquette."
Smiling pleasingly, she joined Natsuki.
20 minutes later, apart from the crumpled paw print filled report, the office finally somewhat regained its former glory.
Exhausted, Natsuki slumped back into her chair massaging her throbbing temples.
"I'll prepare some tea for you."
"Thanks."
Clearing the mess which was previously a tray of cookies before being ravished mercilessly by Mikoto, Shizuru made her way to the sink.
Suddenly, the whole building shook. The quake almost caused Shizuru to drop the tea set.
Natsuki sprung from her seat almost immediately and look through the window.
Approximately 200 meters away huge columns of fire filled the sky followed by a series of loud explosions one after another.
Judging from the distance and direction the source of the commotion seemed to be the student's practice grounds.
Grabbing her coat from the chair Natsuki rushes out from her office with Shizuru following closely behind.
TBC
Note:
Ahh... finally... something without ANGST as a tag. -grins-
However... I think it is easier to translate angst than comedy.
(Our sadistic mind sort of does the rest of the translation VIVIDLY... LOL)
I hope it did managed to earn a few smiles. :)
This is a short story. Just one more chapter and its done. I can then move on to the next ANGST by the same author.
And ohh... please give me your honest review. As usual, ANY FORM OF CORRECTIONS OR BOMBARDMENTS are welcomed. Thanks.
tomato#1: -SPLAT- Thanks so much to SychoBabbleX for the correction. I am so confused when is a comma needed and when it is not. -sob-
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Author's name nick is asuka666
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