"Onee sama. I…"
Yumi's voice cut out as she tried to articulate her feelings, a desperate feat which eluded her. She found at that moment her decision to hold off on delievering the actual speech to her Onee sama until she was sure she could transpose her emotion to word had been one she would not regret, quite the opposite really.
"Yumi?"
Sachiko's tone held a slight variation which could easily be attributed to her surprise upon finding her petite soeur in the rose mansion before classes. The smaller girl jumped a small eekk escaping her lips as she whirled about to face the object of her troubles, hopes, and everything in-between unable to hide her surprise and what Sachiko believed to be fear in the younger girls eyes.
"Onee sama."
Yumi desperately wanted to rush to the Rosa Chinnes however she found herself unable to move tethered to the spot by self doubt. Her eyes though conveyed her message quite clearly. Sachiko read only what she saw before her, fear and longing . Taking the combination as a negative sign she sighed wondering if all human relationships were so frail as to fall to pieces under the weight of time. Love. Such a fragile abstraction of an idea, she was mentally berating herself for she should have known that nothing could withstand her cold distance, least of all the innocent girl before her.
"Yumi Chan, perhaps we should sit down for a moment. We have prolonged this inevitable discussion long enough."
Yumi's eyes widened wondering what her Onee Sama wanted to say, fearing the worst. Her insecurities catching up once again to her, she shakily nodded however rather than taking a seat in the mansion she decided that if she were to have this discussion it would be at a location of meaning. So, she smiled sadly taking the hand that was offered and with all of her courage managed to lead her onee sama to the door, Sachiko's eye widened for a moment before realizing her petite soeur's intentions. The moment they stepped out of the mansion Sachiko took the lead, their hands clasped together fingers intertwined desperately clinging to one another. On lookers watched the rosa chinnese and en bouton pass with envy, unaware of the weight pulling at each girl's heart.
Upon reaching the green house Yumi took a seat along side her onee sama, once again finding the courage to speak. Well what I describe as courage truly is the desperate frustration that had been building up for the previous few weeks. In an enlightened explosion of raw emotion all Sachiko could see coming was the fear, frustration, and love playing across Yumi's face.
"Onee sama. I don't know what's been going on in your life but i…i..want, no, I need. Yes. I need…you need to know that i was wrong. I should have stood behind you, trusted you even when I didn't know what was wrong. I should have never pressured you to tell me because, because, I'm your petite soeur. It's my job to believe in you no matter what, to remain by your side no matter how desperate the situation. Aaand from now on I will, if yyou sstill want me. Either way, I I I'm sorry."
The insecurity rearing its head once again was endearing and Sachiko found that her petite soeur's innocent earnest words always seemed to have incredible impact. Though Yumi lacked etiquette in such moments, with such powerfully raw emotion etiquette seemed to be a lesser matter. Conditioning, etiquette classes, years of proper training had refined Sachiko's tongue however her heart eased at hearing those words and all of the debutant courses in the world could not have prevent her from reaching out the smaller girl.
"Yumi."
The brown eyed girl's eyes widened her innocent countenance revealing suprise with the display of affection.
"Onee Sama."
Despite the circumstances leading up to that point, neither girl would have traded that moment for the world. Sachiko's arms remained about her petite soeur in the green house while the girl in question did her best to return the sentiment wrapping her arms hesitantly about her onee sama. They remained in that position for quite a while taking solace from the other's presence neither moving to break the intimacy upon the ringing of the school bells. In fact they remained together speaking of light topics for the entirety of their morning classes. Undoubtedly their bond was powerful, unbreakable truly, however in that time they were able to mend the chips that had been wearing into it, and scrape away the rust.
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"You just don't know how brilliant this girl is. She sits in the back hiding behind her wide innocent eyes, but the way her mind works, the way she see's everything that's going on about her is truly astounding. She by far is the best author in class simply because she's seen the way people in the real world interact and has found a way to transpose their very real interaction into a fictional world of her creation!"
Ms. Nakamaru was undoubtedly a young teacher and while her enthusiasm had outlasted the two months her colleagues had predicted, a novice teacher lived more so on ideals, dreams, and hopes than the actual practice. Knowing this Samaru felt doubt that the fictional works she had received were upon the top level of the school, he highly doubted that this student, whomever she may be, was more than a child writing of her adventures in wonderland. Still the vexed woman before him would not leave unless he offered advice, this he had learnt the hard way after suffering through many diatribes of the brilliance of students he could truly could not care less about. So huffing a sigh of annoyance he looked up at the woman from a poorly written thesis upon an overdone topic.
"Do nothing. If she truly is as brilliant as you say, stop giving her one hundreds. If she feels there is room to grow she will, if you don't point out where she is succeeding then she will branch out into new directions and grow rather than falling into a rut of what she knows will get her an A."
Nakamaru's face contorted at his words.
"How will that help her outside of the class room? I'm worried."
Shaking his head, finally placing his pen upon the desk and laying his hands palm down before him he made very direct eye contact with the daft woman.
"Nakamaru remember your place. It is our job as teachers to help students to grow in all horizons related to the subject that we teach. You are not to get emotionally involved. That will only lead to heartbreak. Take my words. If you want to help your students, don't cross the lines that have been drawn in the sand."
Though harsh this was honestly his philosophy, still something in his tone had hardened Nakamaru. Her face transforming before him from troubled and questioning to stone set with determination. Fully believing that he had finally gotten through to her he once more picked up his pen, returning to grading his students work however, poor it may be. After he had read, and properly corrected three paragraphs he glanced up annoyed that the woman would not leave.
"No. We are meant to get emotionally involved. There's more to teaching than just bleeding red pen upon hours of a student's hard work and dedication. We owe it to them to help them to grow in every way possible. It's our job to guide them unto a point where we are sure that they can face whatever destiny the stars have written for them."
And as she turned, walking out of his room for what she promised herself would be the last time, she made a silent resolution to never again grade in such an offensive pompous color.
Either way she realized that he did have a point, Yumi needed to feel that there was room to grow. Glancing down at the copies of Yumi's first chapter that she would distribute to her classes, she tried to come up with a grade that was still an A, yet low enough that her student would not become complacent.
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Even if Onee Sama sought me out to inform me in person that she would be unable to meet with me this weekend, it's nice that we no longer have that distance between us. Still though, am I really able to help her if I don't know what's wrong?
I don't know.
I just need to have the faith in her that I should. She is my Onee Sama, and no matter what my place is by her side. That's the only place I want to be anyway.
"There you are, Yumi,! Where were you in class today? You missed the top story, The Rose Tales."
If Yoshino said anything more Yumi didn't hear it. Her eyes widened upon hearing the title of the story, her story. Looking to Shimako for confirmation her heart stopped beating as her friend nodded. It didn't matter that Sensei Nakamaru had believed her story to be the best in the class, the younger girl completely overlooked that detail jumping straight to the fact that everyone now had read her tail. Forcing herself to breath she rationalized that Sachiko Sama would maintain composure until she knew weather the paper had been printed with her name upon it or not.
"Yes. The author used the Yamayurigki as stock characters much as the people of ancient Greece and Rome used their gods."
Realizing how pretentious her words appeared Shimako closed her mouth thoughtfully allowing Yoshino to take over the conversation as she looked over her friend. Yumi was terribly easy to read and something was troubling her simple friend. Wishing that Sachiko would take the time to resolve the situation Shimako quietly sipped her tea listening to Yoshino while her eyes and mind remained on Yumi.
"Yeah, whoever it was used Sachiko, Yoko, Sei, Rei, and you. I was completely left out, so was Shimako. Maybe we'll appear in the next chapter. Oh yeah that's the assignment you missed by the way. We're supposed to write at least twenty five hundred more words over the weekend. She's crazy! Expecting us to write so much before we return
Talking about crazy, she graded my paper with green pen!"
Looking up from her tea Shimako thoughtfully stared into the distance for a moment before offering her piece.
"I rather like the change in color."
Shaking her head Yoshino turned her attention back to Yumi.
"Yeah well I suppose you'll have to go turn your second chapter in after school. I'll go with you, by the way where were you?"
It was in that moment that the bell rang cutting the conversation short which Yumi found herself grateful for as they gathered their belongings before slowly making their ways to arithmetic.
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It was officially the weekend and as Yumi sat at her desk she wondered what to do. Her Onee Sama once was well, she was unsure. Glancing at her calander on the wall, and starring at it for a few moments she finally sighed, pulling out her pen and a writing pad she lost herself in her own world.
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Sunday night Yukki sighed as he looked in upon his sisters room. She'd been huddled over a writing pad for the entire weekend only leaving her room briefly for food. While it was refreshing to find her passionate about something it worried him that she was neglecting her needs. Sighing he walked in clicking off the desk lamp, before leading his groggy sister to her bed where which he softly tucked her into.
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Alright so I hope you found this chapter pleasing…I own nothing by the way so don't sue me it's not worth it…
So the next chapter is totally awesome! And I might be swayed to put off that college stats homework just a bit longer to proof it so that it'll be up sooner . Ah, who am I kidding I'd update either way. I have plans for this story…Reviews just make me giddy.
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G. Laces.
