Hey guys! So I'm back with the second revised chapter of this story, sorry it took so long – I do not type fast. Also if you have any suggestions on a new title for this story then please message me or leave a review. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! (Which is a lot by the way)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Mimiko and Masaki. The rest is all Matsuri Hino's amazing work.
They say that when you're about to die, you should probably start apologizing for all the wrongs that you've committed in your life or something like that. Well, that's exactly what I began to do.
God, I'm sorry for stealing Mimiko's cookie, I'm sorry for blaming said theft on Masaki, I'm sorry for yelling at them when they fought, I'm sorry for going along with this STUPID idea…
I could have gone on and on with the list (hey, no one's perfect okay?) had I not felt a pair of strong arms underneath me, one at my back and the other beneath my knees, ending my free fall. I felt someone's knee at my lower back, and I realized that whoever had saved me must've been kneeling to brace themselves from the force of my fall. If your wondering who it is, well guess what? So am I! Seriously how many people would fall to their deaths (okay maybe not death, more like concussion, but equally as frightening) with their eyes open?
As soon as the world stopped moving, I cautiously opened my eyes and was face to face with none other than the infamous Zero Kiriyuu. Wow, he's even more handsome up close, he has such beautiful lavender eyes, so deep, but why they look so sad?… Wait idiot say something! He just saved your ass! "Oh… Thank you, Kiriyuu…" I felt my cheeks heat up with each word. Seriously? THAT'S the best you can do?
"Hooray! Go Zero!" cheered Yuuki, still standing on the wall I'd just fallen from.
No one else said a word as Zero set me back down on the ground glaring at me, his face full of annoyance and anger, and the intensity of his glare made me squeak in terror. OH SHIT YOU'VE DONE IT NOW DUMBASS! "I've told you a thousand times now…" Zero started, finally taking his eyes off me as he directed his glare to mob this time.
"Members of the Night Class do not leave the Moon Dorms during daylight hours. If you absolutely must give them presents, it will have to wait until dusk. Come back when the Day and Night Classes change over." He glanced at me briefly, his eyes with a hint of… concern?, before continuing.
"If any of you pull a stunt like that again… I'll personally make sure that you're suspended on Valentine's Day every year until you graduate." Is Zero… worried for our safety?
All the girls in the mob shivered as one and then slowly dispersed, everyone shuffling away from Zero's frightening aura. My shocked brain somehow found Mimiko and Masaki and I faintly heard them complaining.
"Kiriyuu is such a spoil–sport!" mumbled Masaki as she trudged on, sparing a glance back at the two prefects standing side by side.
"He doesn't HAVE to glare at us!" Mimiko also gave the pair a last look before staggering after Mimiko.
I took a gamble and peeked over my shoulder to see Yuuki patting Zero on the shoulder while saying something, but by then we were to far away to hear anything.
Was Zero worried about anyone else getting hurt? And why did he even save me? He seems like the kind of guy to leave the girl her own devices, not be her knight in shining armor… Not that he's MY knight in shining armor, nope, not even close. I mean, he's REALLY handsome, he could rival the Night Class with those looks, but his eyes were so sad…
"Hello! Earth to Naiko–chan! Doctor, I think she's suffering shock from facing the direct force of the Kiriyuu death glare."
"Huh?" I was dragged out of my thoughts to find Mimiko and Masaki staring at me, both of them with their worried eyes framed by a matching set of furrowed eyebrows. Taking a glance at our surroundings, I found we were just outside the school, in a patch of shade courtesy of a nearby tree, not a soul in sight after Zero's performance even though classes didn't start for another 5 minutes.
Mimiko felt my forehead for a few seconds. "False alarm! She's just herself!"
"I'm totally fine, there's no need to be worried about me! I'm jus–WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"
"Hmm, she seems a bit slower than normal…"
"MIMIKO!"
"Yes, my darling?"
"You enjoy living, am I right?"
"Yes, I quite certainly do."
"Well then, too bad, 'cause this is your last day alive."
"Ah yes then–Wait what? Oh shit, MASAKI!" Mimiko darted behind Masaki, grabbing her from behind as a human shield.
"Nadeshiko! Calm down! Mimiko was just trying to get you to focus; you seemed a little more out of it than usual." Behind her Mimiko nodded vigorously like a broken bobble-head.
"Well how would YOU feel if you almost got a concuss–WHAT DO YOU MEAN MORE THAN USUAL?!"
Masaki sweat dropped, placing her hands up in front of her as my anger flared. "PEACE! I just mean you seem disoriented since Kiriyuu caught you…" I didn't catch the rest of Masaki's explanation, my thoughts drifting to the perfect in question. He is quite good looking, with that beautiful silver hair framing his pale face, dark eyelashes bordering his round lavender eyes, so deep I could drown in th–"NAIKO–CHAN! COME BACK TO US! Doctor, I think we're losing her!"
"WH–What?"
"You just zoned out AGAIN!" Masaki groaned. She pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers and let out a controlled breath. Whoa, I MUST be zoning out a lot if it's pissing off Masaki, normally she's okay with it…
"–seem to lose focus when we mentioned Kiriyuu." I don't really know that much about him actually, he's like those handsome mysterious strangers in books. Wait, why do I keep on going back to his looks, I mean it's not like I LIKE him, right? My face burned hot enough to fry eggs at that thought. "WH–What? N–No that's silly, why would I like Zero, pssh…" Crap, was that out loud?
Mimiko and Masaki both quieted and snapped their heads towards me, then to each other, and then back to me. This time however, they both had wolfish grin stretching across their faces at their silent agreement. Uh-oh. Mimiko and Masaki almost NEVER agree on something, this is BAD… for me! Masaki was the first to act, stepping towards me as she spoke. "I didn't say anything about you liking Kiriyuu."
This time I was the one to sweat drop. Crap. "O–Oh y–you didn't? Wow, I–I guess I should get my h–hearing checked then, I thought that's what you said." Please buy it. PLEASE.
Mimiko leaned in close to my face as she inched forward as well. "You called him Zero this time. Not Kiriyuu." Double crap. Way to slip up, dumbshit!
"T –That's h–his name, isn't it?" Good save.
"Since when do you use it?" Apparently not good enough.
"W–Well h–he did save me, s–so I should show him some respect!" Even to myself it sounded weak, and based on the cut–the–crap looks I was receiving from Mimiko and Masaki, they didn't buy it.
"Nadeshiko," Masaki began, taking another step closer to me as I took one backwards, "We've known you since PRIMARY school."
Mimiko copied her movements. "AND, we know when you are one, lying to us, and two, when you like a guy." I took another step back, only to feel the rough bark of the tree against my back. Shit, I'm trapped.
Both of my best friends–turned–traitors crossed their arms across their chests and answered me simultaneously. "So cut the crap and SPILL!"
I gulped as I scanned their faces for any sign of mercy, but there was none. Defeated by my best friends. Who would've thought? Granted Mimiko and Masaki were polar opposites, but when they had the same goal, well, pray that you're on their side. My shoulders sagged as I sighed in defeat. "Okay, okay! I surrender! So I might have a teeny, tiny, microscopic, crush on Zero…" my voice trailed off towards the end of my confession, but they already heard all that they needed.
At that moment, two things happened: Masaki smiled brightly at me with her classic, "I knew it" grin, and Mimiko scared away about every bird within a 5 mile radius with her screech of, "MY NAIKO–CHAN HAS A CRUSH!"
I scowled at her, rubbing my poor ears. "Yeah, why don't you just scream it on the announcement speaker?"
"What an excellent idea, my darling!" Yeah why no–WAIT WHAT?! "NO MIMIKO! IT WAS A JOKE!"
Said soon–to–be–dead girl was now sprawled on the floor, laughing as she held her stomach in pain. Why that little–wait, perfect vengeance opportunity. I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my face as I approached the heap that was Mimiko on the floor. Masaki was going to interfere until she saw the look on my face and thought better of it. I stood over Mimiko and patiently waited for her giggling fit to end. Finally, she noticed my shadow and smiled up at me, no fear in eyes–yet.
"Anything you need, my darling?"
"Oh no nothing… I was just wondering how Aidou would feel if he found out you had a shrine for him in your closet?" Oh yeah two can play at this game.
Her eyes widened at the declaration of war, but then narrowed as she returned fire. "Then how bout I do you one better and tell Kiriyuu to his face!"
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
"How bout I tell Aidou you were the one who cut off a piece of his hair the first week of school?" Check and mate, Mimiko.
"Well how bout I tell Kiriyuu, um, tell him…" Mimiko's face fell as she realized that she had no more dirt on me that could top that nasty little detail. "Ugh, fine! Truce! Well played, my darling. Well played."
I smiled at my rare triumph against Mimiko, seeing as she had dirt on everyone at this academy, even some of the teachers…"Well, I did learn from the best."
"And don't you forget it!" Mimiko said as she picked herself off the ground, dusting the dirt off her skirt.
"Um, guys?" Masaki raised her arm to get our attention, scaring the crap out of both of us. Jeez, that girl is WAY too quiet! "Jesus Masaki, you know that still gets me! What is it?" I asked.
She pointed to the school. "I didn't want to interrupt your little war, but the 5 minute bell rang about 4 minutes ago…" Wait, WHAT?!
"DAMN IT WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!" Mimiko and I shouted as Masaki held her hands over her ears.
"Because I knew you guys would act like this. And shouldn't you be more concerned about getting to class on time for once?" Crap she's right! Mimiko and I both paled at this and glanced at each other before making a run for it, leaving Masaki behind.
I don't have a problem with waking up early, but most of the time I'm so busy trying to wake up Mimiko that we both end up late. "ALMOST THERE!" Mimiko screamed as she raced past me to the closing door of our first class of the day: Chemistry with Mr. Hasegawa, or should I say, the Spawn of Satan himself. See, he has this policy where if you arrive a SECOND after class officially starts, you have to stick around for supplementary classes. And those are NOT fun.
"Mimiko! … Wait … for … me!" I panted in my feeble attempt to match her speed. Like I said, I'm not exactly your best athlete. Mimiko wouldn't leave me behind, right? My jaw dropped as she slid through the door without looking back at me, and I could hear the click from the other end of the hallway. That little traitor!
Somehow I managed to slam my exhausted body against the door loud enough for some kind soul to realize I was outside. Another lovely trait of Mr. Hasegawa: he locks the door once class starts, and won't open it. You have to hope someone has it in their hearts to let you inside, and if they do, you both get supplementary classes. It's a real pain in the ass, isn't it? Finally the door opened… and revealed Mimiko herself, with a VERY pissed Mr. Hasegawa behind her.
"Miss Shindo! You're late, AGAIN," he growled behind Mimiko, who looked like I was Jesus himself. "NAIKO–CHAN! Thank goodness you're finally here! You can tell Hasegawa–sensei I wasn't the one who super–glued the beakers to the table, RIGHT?" she pleaded, her hands folded together, probably praying I would help her get out of yet another one of her pranks gone wrong. Oh I'll help you traitor…
I met Mr. Hasegawa's stony glare and answered him in complete seriousness. "Yes, Hasegawa–sensei, it WAS Mimiko." Payback's a bitch, I thought as I felt Mimiko trying to kill me with her imaginary laser eyes.
"That's it! Miss Shindo, supplementary classes for being late once again! Miss Komatsu, YOU get supplementary classes for your latest stunt!"
"Aw man! And I was actually ON TIME today!"
I know it's going kind of slow but bear with me people! I promise it gets better! Hope you stick around to see if it does!
–HimuroMiharu102398 (^_^)