My name is Nanao Ise. I teach at what used to be an all girls high school named Yamamoto after the founder and principal Yamamoto Genryūsai. I work with an array of people starting with my best friend, Matsumoto Rangiku. I could be lying to myself, but I never thought things would wind up here. She most recently finally revealed a secret relationship that she had been having with a student, Hitsugaya Toushiro, the very student who turned this school into a coed admissions. Just when I think that was all to worry myself over she just happens to blurt out how she married him which I have yet to get the answers on why, how, when, where, and did I mention WHY! Nothing I do about it now[like talk her out of it]. I swear she's gonna make me have a heart-attack one day!
I sigh and sip my morning coffee as I sit at my work desk. I'm the only teacher in here and I hope to keep it that way. Matsumoto is hunting me down for some sort of evil doing she has planned to torture me with. When the door slides open I jump and wince as some of the coffee in cup gets slipped out and lands on my lap. Looking at the door I expected a teacher or maybe Hitsugaya doing Matsumoto's bidding, but rather I see Kuchiki Rukia, her head slumped and eyes covered with make-up to hid the crying she had done, she wore something oddly out of character being a short maid like outfit. "Are you OK?" I asked sincerely as my heart wretched seeing her stand there.
"Can you help us with our festival project?" She asked in a small voice and who could say no...well I can name a few bastards off the top of my head that could, but I was not one of them.
"Sure sweetheart" I say. I stand from my chair and she leads the way as I start to remember that she is from Matsumoto's class...oh crap.
You would of thought I could realize something like this sooner even worse as her class is preforming a cafe which explains the odd choice of clothing for miss Kuchiki, who she witting used as bait. Before I even enter the classroom I find Matsumoto or more like she found me...or expected. She holds out on a hanger yet another maid outfit and no ones guess that it was for me. I snatch it right out of her hands and clear my vision to get a look at the one she wore which dare I say I prayed Yamamoto would never enter this hell because surely he would die.
The dress was not Matsumoto's favorite color at least not mainly, the body was blue with white ruffles , her cleavage 5 times larger than she normally would show and me wonder as how those monsters could stay in there. The skirt was blue as well, but she left place in back for a large pink bow. I knew her reasoning for the color choice was for no one but Hitsugaya and until he came in she wasn't gonna give damn whether you spot her cleavage from space because he was damn sure gonna see it. Though the only problem with all of that was he wasn't the only one seeing it.
I sighed it was time to change. I dragged my feet every step. You know for the complexity of most maid outfits I was surprised how easy this one slipped right on. With a zipper in the back[that took me three minutes to find] and a corset lace front, the skirt was less poofy as Matsumoto's was, but still the length did not thrill me as it only came to my mid thigh. Now for colors it was mostly white with dark purple accents on things like the tie of the corset, but then the skirt had cherry blossom pattern running across the top and I swear to kill Matsumoto Rangiku. I only say this because I know why she did such a detailed thing.
As I walk back into the classroom I can even see her talking to the reason why I'm probably even in this stupid getup. She smiled happily focused on her conversation which by now only Ukitake was listening to her because that man's eyes happen to wander and fall on none other than me. Luckily I was too built up on anger at Matsumoto to care what he had to say to me, so with courage brought by the product of rage I stepped forward toward the table by window of the modified classroom they had taken residence.
"Ah Nanao! Perfect I knew I had the measurements right!" Matsumoto grinned as she turned her attention to me.
"You look lovely, Nanao-san." Ukitake smiled and I nodded in silence and bowed a thank you.
Seems the other man was too stunned to speak, normally words vomit from him exceptionally when hitting on women. Now he was drop dead silent and I hoped he stayed that way.
"Nanao can you team up with Rukia?" Matsumoto asked.
"Just what happened with Kuchiki?" Ukitake asked before I got the chance.
"Her sister was in an accident, I don't if she survived...She won't console in me and the last thing she wants to do is go home. I said she didn't have to help with cafe, but then she got more upset so I decided to let her do as she pleases, but I do want help keeping an eye on her." Matsumoto sighed glancing at Rukia who moved slower and was not in much mood for chit-chat like normal cafe girls might do.
"You could have asked me yourself if wanted that you know." I placed my hands on my hips and started at her with a half-hearted glare.
"Yeah, but this way was much easier." She giggled and skipped off to another table as I rolled my eyes.
"GAH!" Renji screamed as he tripped.
"You OK?" Kira was first to ask.
"Yeah, but this kinda sucks having a festival at school with nothing to do. Not even the shrimp has work." Renji said pointing to Hitsugaya with his last statement.
"Not shrimp, Hitsugaya Toushiro." He seethed. "Plus it doesn't matter with such a small male population not many of the work environments are geared toward them."
"Our class is having that cafe, there are a few food stands around a couple children's games and craft stores." Ichigo listed off.
"At least we could set the tables and chairs for them at our class." Hisagi mentioned.
"If you boys want something to do then you can come to the garden. The pots and fertilizer is heavy and the girls are having quite some trouble with it." Ichimaru Gin interjected smiling even as he waited for their answer.
"I'm in, better than laying around." Renji said and began to follow Ichimaru to the garden and one by one the rest joined last being Hitsugaya who joined only for the fact that he was just as bored as the rest of the guys around him.
Well it did not take long for this festival to turn into chaos. I had been groped over 8 times and I think one was a new boy just added to my class. I have not been able to catch them all or keep up with all the work. If I hear how nice my outfit is one more time I think I could scream.
In the midst of all the chaos I noticed it's queen, all mighty dictator, was slumped in a corner table starring out the window to the garden. I remove myself from all the becks and collars and take a seat right across from her. "Spit it out." I saw not in time to mince petty words.
"He hasn't come." She pouted and I roll eye for the millionth time that day.
"Yet, the festival isn't over and it isn't like he's working." I blurt out.
"He is, I can see him in the garden from here. He's been there for hours." Matsumoto pouted more.
I shifted in my seat a bit and looked down at the garden and I think I need new glasses because I cannot tell one of those specks from another. "Point? Doesn't mean he isn't gonna come." I argue. You can see as what I say sinks in her face brights up and she smiles sincerely and gets up from her seat.
"Your right, oh course he's gon- oh god" She stops talking looking at the door to the two new customers that just walked in.
I pivot my head and want to jump out the window if I know Matsumoto at all she would most likely follow. Aizen and Ichimaru the best friends did something obviously schemed by who knows which one. Aizen sat on one corner of the room and Ichimaru the other...Matsumoto and I did not need to communicate as we went to wait on the others ex.
I regret the moment I walked up to the table he sat. "What do you want?" I said hoping he was smart enough to read my get-the-hell-out-of-here tone.
He didn't or just didn't care. He smiled that same smile he walks around here every day with, "Any tea you have available will do fine, a small desert your choice, and I'd like to speak with Rangiku."
My hand slapped down on the table making a noise the drew everyone's attention, but after a small pause of silence they went back to their activities. "Don't dare try to call her that." I whispered as low I could in my most threatening tone. I was about to kill him oddly it was not my job or Matsumoto I took into consideration which stopped me, but rather Hitsugaya and how he would be so upset to have no been able to have done it himself.
Frankly as I got to the make-shift kitchen we had I let out a giggle. Matsumoto instantly came up behind me then.
"From slapping the table to laughing...should I call a medic?" she questioned.
"It's nothing, but he wants to talk to you." I informed.
"I know Aizen told me. He wants to speak to you." Matsumoto said in return.
"Might as well do it now." I sighed.
"What else does he want?" Matsumoto inquired
"Oh, any tea and any desert." I mentioned before stepping out into the mix again. I looked at Aizen's seat where Hinamori had taken residence and it was time to kick her out, for her own good really.
I step to the table stopping whatever babbling Hinamori happened to be doing at the moment. "Hinamori-san could I speak with Aizen-sensei alone?" I asked politely yet I could still tell she was a little disappointed as she nodded and took back to the new customers coming in. Soon as she was out of ear shot I glared at Aizen as hard as I could muster.
"Quite the outfit you ladies are wearing today." Aizen started, "Matsumoto did tell me she had the girls pick and design the ones they wanted so they would be unique."
"I think she paid for some of it herself being that she-wait...forget this chit chat what do you want?" I questioned.
Aizen's attentiveness turned my attention in the same direction his was among most of the other patrons. Matsumoto looked all too uncomfortable and from the distance I could see Ichimaru tracing circles on her bare knee. Aizen didn't want a damn thing from me except to distract me from them.
I felt like things were starting to go in slow motion as I stood and was about to sprint less than a yard to tackle or punch or do something to hurt him. But then it happened a tray full of teas came pouring down on top of Ichimaru Gin. A sight I shall never forget.
He stood with haste the slits that he called eyes actually open showing the red color beneath. The girl who had spilled the tray was highly apologetic however the reason she spilled them was not as so enthusiastic to ask for forgiveness from a demon. He stood tall as he could locking eyes with Ichimaru for about what felt like a minute and it was not until Ichimaru had stormed out in pissy rage that Hitsugaya leaned down and began helping the girl clean the mess.
I looked to see Matsumoto who still seemed a bit stunned by it all. Nemu came out and gave her a glass of tea which she started to refuse, but Nemu was gone before she could even give it back. Hitsugaya after cleaning sat in Ichimaru's previous seat using the excuse that the table of his new guy friends was full and crowd. Which was not a lie as the girls just flocked around them. But I could tell Rukia was getting a bulk of attention from two of the boys which could brighten her mood a bit in the least.
As that one table took hold things died down. There was only talking and laughter. Hard to imagine that one table couldn't or just didn't notice the teacher and student flirting with one another.
I took this moment to sit and relax also stealing a desert I've been eying all day. Just as I go to take my first bite I had company. That same man, who fell so stupidly speechless this morning. I held off my bite waiting for him to speak, but if he winds up a dub like this morning then I would not be at all surprised.
"Hi" He managed and started to relax.
My body shook with laughter as I watched the tension release with a greeting. I took my spoon in my mouth and held it there. I dipped my other hand's finger in the whipped topping of the desert and wiped it on his nose. "Baka" I laughed as said it which only made him grin.