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Chapter Two
Hazed Reflections
The telltale signs of sunset were beginning to swathe the sky above the downtown Kyoto area. This was the moment when the sun's last recesses of reds and pinks would give way to evening twilight. The twilight would be accompanied by the illumination of street and other such lights to welcome the official start of the night. Nighttime was often considered one of debauchery and secrets but Himeko was a person who believed there was also a hidden, mystical beauty to the night. It was on clear nights the moon was visible that she felt enchanted by its silent and fine brilliance. It was similar to the way she felt when she met…
"Chikane-chan." The name she whispered had left her lips on its own accord. For what could've been the hundredth time that day, the blonde woman sighed at her scattered thoughts. Mako would certainly poke fun of her friend in her current dazed state and not let her live it down. Besides, would Mako even believe all that she had to say about their fateful encounter?
Himeko fiddled with her bag strap as she waited for her friend outside of a kaitenzushi shop. Both Makoto and Himeko were college students with limited funds, so it had been a wise choice. With the forthcoming nightfall there were many people who began to crowd into the popular eatery and the petite girl began to fret that they would soon have to wait some time until they were finally seated. She glanced at her wristwatch again, the seconds ticking at her mockingly, and her stomach began to release low growling sounds. Thanks to the event earlier, she had neglected to properly feed herself an adequate lunch. Makoto was going to scold her for that one, too.
Just as Himeko was contemplating leaving her name and party at the counter inside, she heard her name being called loudly by someone. Looking up, the girl saw the brunette running towards her, waving an arm at her. The blonde smiled and gave a small wave back before she was glomped by her overly zealous best friend.
"Didja miss me, Himeko? I didn't take too long, did I?" Makoto's hug, unlike the one she had given to Chikane, was super tight and robbed her of air for an entirely different reason. Himeko typically wasn't so open to showing affection in public if you didn't count today's fiasco, but this was one of Mako's endearing characteristics she had learned of during their years as high school classmates and roommates. She secretly enjoyed her friend's embraces, minus the part where people stared and their undivided attention caused her cheeks to flush. Kind of like exactly what was happening at this very moment.
Himeko answered her inquiry with a whiny, "Mako-chan!" and the other girl knew that was the indication to let go of the blonde before she died of embarrassment. The other people who stared turned their heads away from the short scene and kept going on their way. Makoto gave Himeko one of her usual grins and laughed softly as the latter regained her composure.
"Sorry, but you know how much I love giving you hugs!" she said, still chuckling. Himeko gave her a half-hearted glare before smiling and laughing a bit herself.
"I know. You didn't take too long, but I was starting to wonder when you would get here…"
"Oh, are you really hungry? Is that it?" On cue, Himeko's stomach rumbled rather loudly. A slight flush came to her face at her body's involuntary reaction. Alas, Makoto heard it and her brows furrowed as she shook her head.
"Don't tell me- You didn't have lunch today. How many times have I told you-"
"To quit skipping lunch. I know, okaa-san, I know," Himeko taunted her. "You can keep scolding me later, if you want, because I think we should go inside before we end up having to wait long to be seated."
Makoto punched her arm softly though it still hurt if you asked Himeko, who proceeded to rub the spot gently. "Fine," Makoto rejoined as she opened the door to the shop and held it for her friend. They both walked to the counter and asked for a table for two. A young man told them to wait shortly as he scanned the seating chart of the establishment and found a small table to seat the both of them.
A waitress appeared and asked the girls to follow her as she led them to their table on the second floor. As they took a seat across from one another, the woman wrote down their order for drinks and left to retrieve them. An awkward silence pervaded the air between them despite the lively atmosphere that surrounded the restaurant. It was due to the fact that Makoto was worried that maybe she had overstepped her bounds and had upset Himeko. It didn't take long, however, for her to notice the girl hadn't even picked up a single plate of sushi or sashimi from the conveyor belt. At that moment, the woman returned with their teas, the cups thumping against the table when she put them down. This served to snap the longer-haired girl from her reverie. Makoto took this opportunity to resume conversation.
"Himeko, you're acting a little strange today. Did something happen?" Makoto, who had now grown hungry as well, put her personal need aside in order to get to the bottom of things. Himeko was careless, clumsy and sometimes forgetful, but she wasn't usually this quiet…or contemplative.
"Well, something pretty extraordinary happened today and I'm just, not really sure what it all means. Or that I behaved sensibly, for that matter," Himeko responded. She raised the ceramic cup to her lips, blowing some of the hot steam away before taking a cautious sip and putting it back down.
"Tell me about it then," Makoto insisted. Himeko reached over into her bag and pulled out the matching shell necklaces that belonged to both Chikane and herself, holding them out for her to see.
"Don't tell me, you blew money on a necklace with a shell that looks like it matches yours?" Makoto was getting ready to scold her friend for spontaneous decisions but Himeko interrupted her before she could speak again.
"No, the other necklace actually belongs to someone else. I was crossing the intersection in front of Kyoto-eki when, suddenly, I saw this beautiful girl. She's around our age and she has long, dark blue hair and stunning blue eyes and wore a white dress but I froze the moment I saw her wearing this necklace."
"You mean you, Himeko, actually found the sole person in this world who has the other half to your shell? That's crazy!" Makoto exclaimed in a voice full of surprise. "But, why are you holding onto it?" Himeko blushed, knowing she would get asked that.
"I dunno what came over me, but I cried and hugged her in the middle of the street, like she was some long-lost friend. Then the light was going to change, so she took us out of the street and we introduced each other…and I ended up calling her Chikane-chan out of all things. I wanted to see for myself if they actually matched, so I asked her to let me see it. They fit perfectly. Then she got what I guess was an urgent phone call from her mom and she hurried off. It took me a while to realize it, but I still had her necklace." Himeko put her arms on the table and buried her head in them. How could she be so brainless?
"Chikane-chan, eh? Wow, it's hard to believe that two people who wear necklaces with the two halves of the same shell actually found one another. You did say that you felt someone was waiting out there for you and this person was the other half of your shell, right? Does that mean you think she's the one?" Makoto attempted to pry Himeko's head from the surface of their table and when she gave up without much of a fight, the brunette duly noted the bright, red cheeks her blonde friend was sporting.
"Maybe? Kami-sama, it felt so right and awfully familiar when I hugged her and referred to her that way. But I don't even know her and she doesn't even know me. And to top it all off, we're both girls." Himeko shook her head vigorously at herself.
"Does it weird you out? The fact that you're girls," Makoto replied after a second of contemplation. Himeko gave it a good thought and sighed.
"Well, not exactly, but-"
"Then what's the problem?"
"She probably thinks I'm creepy, for one. She also might think I'm a thief since I still have her necklace. And I grabbed and held her hand, for goodness sakes! I don't know if she'd even like me that way!" Himeko took a slight pause and added as an afterthought, "At least she gave me her number and e-mail."
"Wait, hold on a second," Makoto interrupted her best friend's rambling. "You have a way to get in contact with her? And you still believe she thinks you're weird?" She took her hand and struck Himeko on the head playfully with a few knuckles. The other girl had put her hands up in self-defense rather late. "Come on, look at you! I'm sure she thinks you're just cute and adorable…maybe just a teensy bit weird."
"Don't make fun of me!" Himeko huffed. "Besides, she's just so beautiful, like she isn't someone from this world. And I'm…well, I'm pretty plain."
"That's nonsense! And the attraction can come later… Wait, are you actually attracted to her?" Makoto raised a brow. Himeko blushed, looking down and playing with the hands she now held in her lap.
"Um, well, I-I dunno. But the thought of being attracted to a girl doesn't bother me, I think," she replied. Makoto blinked in mild surprise at the abrupt revelation but quickly recovered in time to give her a sly grin as Himeko happened to look back up at her highly amused friend.
"Well, I should get you some lesbian books now so you can read up on it…" Himeko's eyes widened and her scarlet blush reached a new intensity.
"Stop it, Mako-chan! You're too much! We need to get to know each other first and become interested in one another before anything like that could even happen." The other girl shrugged.
"Suit yourself," Mako said. She grasped one of the plates on the belt that had two salmon rolls and grabbed a pair of chopsticks, setting them down to pour soy sauce in a provided dipping dish. She noticed Himeko hadn't picked up a single platter. "Weren't you starving before I got here? Eat up already!"
Himeko rolled her eyes and spotted a plate with tuna sashimi before fetching it off the belt. She picked up some chopsticks for herself and the two women began eating in earnest. The amethyst-eyed girl chewed thoughtfully, thinking about the circumstances and the way her friend had reacted.
"Hey Mako-chan," Himeko began, "What do you seriously think about all this? I mean, don't you think it's strange and maybe I'm just, I dunno, overreacting and putting my hopes up for nothing?"
Makoto finished of the second roll and grabbed a plate of the mackerel kind before she looked at her with an earnest expression. "I'm frankly surprised, Himeko, that you're asking me that because you were so convinced about it when you told me you had rejected Jin-sama years ago. Now that it's finally happened, you've become so unsure about it. Don't sweat it so much. Just talk to the girl and see where things go. I think the fact that precisely you and this -Chikane was it? - happened to have met means that there's bound to be something in store for you. There's a reason you two crossed paths and now it's up to you to unravel what it is. Just don't go on replacing me, okay?" At this, the emerald-eyed girl stuck her tongue out. Himeko gave her friend a bashful smile.
"Hmm, you might be right, Mako-chan," she said softly. She turned to the screen above their table and made some selections on the touch screen to request shrimp tempura rolls. Makoto was grinning when she looked back at her.
"When am I not right?" Himeko shook her head and, soon enough, the small shinkansen replica arrived at their table carrying the blonde's special order. She removed the dish containing them and pushed the red button that sent it back into the kitchen. Picking up a piece between her chopsticks, she stuck it into her mouth, savoring the light crispiness of the shrimp.
Both girls spent the rest of their dinner engaging in idle chat, mostly talking about what happened on Makoto's end throughout the day: her classes, track meetings, some cute clothes she spotted when she went window shopping. With all this, Himeko's previous reservations about Chikane seemed like they had melted away.
'Thank goodness for good friends,' she thought. Nonetheless, she was pretty hesitant about going on ahead and actually contacting the girl though she knew she was entitled to. Her nervousness over forgetting she still held onto the blue-haired goddess' necklace was the single roadblock that held her back from enthusiastically seeking her. That and the fact that maybe, just maybe, Chikane had been overly polite and really had no interest in making her acquaintance, save for retrieving her forgotten shell necklace.
'I hope Chikane-chan gets in contact with me first, I just feel too awkward about the whole ordeal still.'
Once the girls finished eating, they were handed receipts totaling the number of platters they had consumed (Makoto's, as always, surpassing hers) and after paying downstairs, they left the kaitenzushi place. Now that the sky was completely dark and the younger crowd had taken to the streets, the atmosphere had changed to a more energized and lively one. Shop workers lined the streets announcing hot deals on clothing, accessories, food and karaoke. Groups of people clamored together into many of the establishments along the main street and a few of them were beginning to show the signs of intoxication.
Both of them agreed on seeking some place to enjoy themselves for another while before heading back for the night. They decided to visit a nearby department store in the meantime and walked the few blocks to get there, Makoto teasing Himeko about her 'unknown secret lover' all the while.
Alright, so maybe she had fancied a brief thought about what it could be like. After all, she had plenty of inspiration from Oota Reiko-sensei, her favorite manga-ka's yuri manga. Maybe that's why the idea of two girls together hadn't really fazed her. There was just something about a love so deep that it overcame the barrier of gender that held appeal to Himeko.
As they waited to cross the final block before their destination, the short-haired brunette linked arms with her friend and Himeko looked at her in question. Makoto simply smiled at her.
"No matter what, Himeko," she declared firmly, "I'll always support you." Himeko practically beamed at the statement and pulled them a little closer together as they walked.
"Thanks Mako-chan."
"Gochisou-sama," Chikane announced as she set her custom-made ivory chopsticks on their rest. She wiped her mouth daintily on the napkin she held in her lap before setting it beside an empty dinner plate. A maid with dark blonde curls dressed in an elaborate lacy uniform stood by her mistress. She bowed wordlessly and stacked up the used table and silverware on a cart before whisking it all away to a kitchen across several hundred feet from the dining room.
A similar-looking woman with shoulder length dark blue hair and dark brown eyes sat adjacent to the younger lady and sipped on a cup of freshly brewed coffee. It didn't take a genius to figure out that, based on their looks, they were mother and daughter. However, the older Himemiya had lines on her face that came with age though she had certainly maintained herself well. She set her cup down and turned to her daughter who seemed more interested in being anywhere but there.
"Now that we took care of your father's business," the refined older woman started, "How was your day, Chikane?" The woman in question sighed, not really interested in engaging in idle chit-chat but humoring her mother for harmony's sake.
"For the most part, rather uneventful," Chikane curtly replied, "I seem to have misplaced an item of mine, but I should be able to recover it without issue."
"Hmm, I don't see you wearing the necklace you usually carry around. Is that what's gone missing?" The older woman only sounded genuinely interested in her daughter's affairs but Chikane knew better than that.
"Yes. However, I have the person's contact information so it should be alright." The long-haired girl was growing bored of her mother's useless questioning and hoped she could just up and leave in the face of the awkwardness of acting like they were carrying out a normal conversation.
"Ah. Is it someone I know?" her mother asked. Chikane sighed internally. She hoped this mother-daughter 'bonding' time didn't end up taking the rest of the night.
"No. It's someone I just met today, really," she said.
"Is he an attractive young man?"
"It's actually a girl."
"Oh."
Chikane knew the route her mother sought to take. Although she had barely turned twenty, she was cognizant about her mother and father's push for having their only daughter consent to an engagement. The Himemiyas needed a male to marry into the family in order to carry on the management of their corporation, Himemiya Heavy Industries, or HHI for short. It was one of the leading Japanese manufacturers of transportation equipment with prior roots as a leading supplier of airplanes to the government during World War II. A few years following the end of the war, five other companies joined them to form the conglomerate that it was known as today.
The Himemiya heiress respected her family's company and had expressed her assent to join its ranks once she attained a degree in Business Administration, to many a male Himemiya's chagrin. Still, she had not agreed on most of the terms set forth by her now retired grandfather. Chikane stated that she preferred to hand pick her own spouse while secretly doubting she'd ever find a suitable companion. She hoped the white lie would suffice for the time being and then she would attempt to find a loophole when the situation called for it. It seemed like the topic was growing more and more critical in her household and, frankly, this annoyed her to no end. She would happily oblige to some mediocre position at the Kyoto branch as long as she could enjoy some privacy and avoid relocation to the headquarters in Tokyo with a husband.
"Chikane, I know this may sound impetuous coming from me but, you know, I can still arrange an omiai, if you wish. There are plenty of interested suitors-"
"No thank you, Mother. I'd rather stick with my original aims."
"But-"
"I really do not wish to discuss this issue any further. I'm sorry." The look on Chikane's face left no room for contradictions. The elder's shoulders slumped and, releasing a sigh, she found it prudent to not push her daughter this time.
'No doubt about it, Chikane's no-nonsense attitude is definitely a trait she inherited from her father's side of the family,' the mother thought amusedly, 'yet she looks so much like her grandmother and I. Looks are deceiving.'
"Very well then, what would you like to discuss?"
Chikane reflected on the question she had been presented with and picked any trifle thing to mention.
"I just wanted to inform you that I've declared BA as my major along with my minor in music, so everything is in perfect, working order."
"Alright…anything else? Maybe that girl you met today?"
Chikane visibly shifted in her seat and became a bit stunned. This physical response did not go unnoticed by her mother, though. She found her daughter's behavior rather peculiar and began to highly suspect that there were many things left unsaid about their meeting. Not wanting to risk any further disputes between them, she decided to leave it at that but she was determined to get her daughter to reveal a fuller account in the near future.
"It's really not that important but we can chat about it more next time." Chikane did not have the desire to go into a heart-to-heart conversation about her life-altering meeting with Himeko, her confused feelings or muddled thoughts- at least not until she had thought long and hard about the day's earlier event and figured out its meaning.
"Sure. So…will you be sleeping over tonight?"
"Hmm, I don't think so. There are a few things I have to take care of tonight." The older woman's spirits deflated a little.
"Okay, I understand."
"If you'll excuse me, Mother, I should get going now."
"Hold on, I'll call the driver so he can take you home-" Chikane had begun to stand and was about to politely decline, but conceded her mother this one. She gave her a small and forced smile, a smile nonetheless, and stood rooted to the spot.
"Okay."
The Himemiya's personal chauffeur welcomed Chikane on board their private limousine with a bow and held open the back door. She greeted him casually and gave her mother, who was standing by the gates of the entrance, a quick goodbye before going inside. She saw her mother give her a smile and wave as the vehicle pulled out of their estate, one of the grandest in the whole town. Lush green and a variety of colored flowers and shrubs enveloped the entrance to the Himemiya mansion so much so that an entire team of landscapers were hired to look after it all.
Back inside the limo, the driver thought about having small talk with his mistress but took it back when he stared at her through the rearview mirror. Chikane's mind was all but there at the moment, sort of how it had been for the remainder of the day following her meeting with Himeko.
It was weird.
She never gave much importance to anyone outside of her parents and family, but this girl was utterly captivating. More so than anyone she'd ever met. Another thing was just how…cute she was. The long-haired woman had found things cute before like kittens, puppies, maybe clothes, but it was the first time it had been another person.
And the hug, my goodness, that hug just warmed her entire body up without the presence of a flame. She was strangely overwhelmed with the strong desire to protect the blonde and the feeling that responsibility solely belonged to her, and only her.
Her eyes, though. Those lipid pools of amethyst had drawn her in with an invisible force. Before she knew it, she was leaning down to get closer to that angelic face almost as if she was about to kiss her. Chikane scoffed at the thought. That was hardly possible.
That moment the limo had reached its destination and the chauffeur was already making his way to the other side to open the door for the Himemiya lady. She was filled with slight embarrassment. What if he saw all her reactions during her trance?
She decided to turn a blind eye and thanked him before making her way inside the apartment complex. Chikane took an elevator to the top floor of the building and turned the keys in the lock to open her suite. It was a nicely furnished apartment, though nothing about it really held a homey sort of feel. The place had more than enough space for her and she even had staff to look after keeping it clean for her, one of the perks of being a Himemiya. She knew money didn't buy happiness and, through this, had realized she was not a happy person.
Deep inside, a voice told her that this Himeko, however, could possibly provide her with a slice of it.
Chikane locked the door behind her and set her bag down, fishing out her high-tech cell phone. Realizing seconds later that her nimble fingers had brought up the blonde's entry under her contacts, she blinked in surprise. 'What the hell?'
The blue-haired girl knew that she itching to compose a message to her new –she assumed– friend. She had offered the girl initially to contact her, so did she really need to take the liberty of doing it first?
kaitenzushi: lit. conveyor belt sushi. There need to be more places like this outside Japan.
eki: station, like a bus or train station
shinkansen: the bullet train; I've been on it and it is awesomely fast.
gochisou-sama: a set expression thanking the person who made the meal
omiai: where two individuals are introduced to one another with the possibility of marriage. It's not that common in Japan anymore but the Himemiyas are a more traditional sort of family.
(A/N): This chapter sure ended up being longer than I expected it to. Hopefully you don't mind too much. Let me know how the length is working out for you. Again, please review with sugar on top! :3
