Planned on 24.12.10, Written on 24.12, 28-30.12.2010, Edited and corrected with my beta on 5.01.2011, thanks Julie.
Scene 10
Warmth… uncomfortable… smooth… spiky... Everything feels weird… and good. This has to be a dream…
I open my eyes and yes, I am in fact in my bed. My white queen-sized bed, which is in no way a dirty storeroom. And there's no evil were-cat sleeping beside me… Actually, I should check, cause usually after you feel relieved, it turns out it wasn't a dream and that unexplained impulse me and Miria had would turn out to be true. I lazily turn my head to the side to see her Christmas tree of a hairstyle, but all I see is a fluffed pillow. Ha-ha… nice… It was a dream, I mean there's no way Miria could've been that cute, right?
And wait…why is my white bed blue? And how come the cover is on the floor? Oh it fell off cause… Miri's sleeping there? The f…
Flower?
OK, so this is obviously not my room. I mean, I know every nook and cranny there to. And there's a girl suspiciously similar to Miria sleeping on the floor next the bed. So I can only assume that I'm going totally insane and hallucinating. Or maybe I'm in her room.
Awkward, I really don't recall getting here. She didn't carry me here, while I was asleep, did she? I cringe at the mere thought of her carrying me here bridal style. That's my trademark move… And she really wouldn't be able to lift me now would she? So did she carry me here like a drunk relative from a bar? Probably not either, I'd probably wake up. So…
I came here on my own volition. As I cover my face with my hands and let out a sigh, Miri looks up and sees me. Oh great, I guess I won't be able to slip out undetected and make her believe it was all a dream.
"What's wrong?" asks the girl, under the bed. I guess the double face-palm does make me look troubled.
I look at her through my fingers and after another sigh I say in my usual haughty voice "Nothing, I'm just lamenting that I'm now ruined for marriage…"
She throws me a "Heh" and cuddles up into her blanket again, she actually piled it up as a pillow, "And here I thought I actually saw you crying."
"I don't think the world is ready for the cure for all diseases yet." my tears are also the fountain of youth and other stuff. Damn that joke is old… and lame.
"That's good. Cause I thought you'd force me to take responsibility and stuff…" said Miria and yawned.
"Who the hell do you think I am?" maybe the softness of my voice made that phrase less badass but more suiting to a morning like this… "So…nice place."
"Yeah whatever…" she replied and closed her eyes seemingly going back to sleep.
"So, you always sleep on the floor?" I should so stop starting every sentence with "so".
"Only when somebody kicks me of my bed… Seriously, I got up like 6 times and you pushed me off, what the hell?"
"Sorry, but being bitchy is one of the things I do in moments of low consciousness…"
"Oh really? Aside from drooling on the pillows?"
"I do not drool…" um witty comeback, I need you... "It's just cause… my mouth was tired after yesterday's escapade." I so love the word 'escapade'…
Miria continued talking to me without turning her head to me, "Maybe yesterday also had something to do with your snoring?"
"Objection." always wanted to say that, but really, Miri… "Do you know how many other girls would notice that by now and tell me? So quit the lies…"
"It's a cute quiet snore, so maybe they liked it or… were too tired to notice."
"Well…" and I kind of lost track of what I was going to say, seriously she's making this up, I don't snore, not even the 'cute quiet' variety. I'll have to ask Helen to watch me as I sleep and tell me. Or maybe ask Dietrich…
"Or maybe they like knowing a neat cute detail of their otherwise perfect idol. That explanation suit you better?"
"I prefer the one where you made it up to get back at me for kicking you out of bed. And now if you don't mind, I'm privateering your shower." I step over her and go for the shower.
Oh and not surprisingly I wasn't wearing too much clothes when I woke up… so yeah, probably I did more than I'm willing to remember at the moment. And Miria isn't helping by being so annoying in the morning and her damn shower is… actually kind of nice. I turn the water on and it cuts off all the noise from the room. Like this I can maybe pretend I woke up alone. And after fighting my fear and convincing myself that her shampoo won't make my hair spiky, I get on with my usual morning procedures. This kind of hair does demand a lot of attention. But the feeling of water itself just feels good, my senses are probably dumbed down, but I probably smelled of dust and sweat . And god knows I don't want to dwell on those thoughts. And actually, Miria probably needs a shower herself. But she's smart enough not to knock on the glass and propose to share.
By the time I come out Miria is already dressed and ready for action (study actually), her hair is messy, but she can pull off making it seem cool. Bonus points to you for that, Mir, I'll never be able to do something like that.
"Aren't you going to take a shower?" I ask parading past her in her bath-robe.
"Took one last night, after you kicked me the third time." That's thoughtful of you Miri, but I really have to get my mind together and remember what the hell else happened last night.
I remember the day and what led to the… incident… and I of course recall the incident itself. It's painted into my goddamn muscle memory in thick layers or exhaustion and a slick feeling of renewal. Yeah, did I have to use the word 'slick'? I kind of grossed myself out just now... But anyway, after that my memory just falls through as if I was drunk. And I never kill my brain cells with alcohol without a proper occasion.
"I guess your body is just damn poisonous…"
Probably sounded out-of-the-blue to Miria and she was quick to retort "Well, excuse me, princess. You were like a demon yourself, you bit me."
"Bit you?" I couldn't have…
"On my thigh." I could've.
"Sorry about that, but seriously, I got... carried away. I hope I didn't cause any more damage." Maybe she'll give a debriefing on what the hell I did and how I got here.
"Not really…" said Miria packing her books for class.
I need more details… "What did I do?"
She stopped and turned around to me "You don't remember?"
"Of course I do. I'm just interested in what was… most memorable to you." I say in my usual flirty style. It's time I got less casual and back to my day-to-day persona with her.
"I… have to go now. I already slept through the first class, so…" she started moving towards the door and was she blushing?
"Oi, wait a minute. Where are my clothes?" I can't see them anywhere.
"They're in the laundry. You can take one of my uniforms." said Miria stopping briefly in front of the wardrobe and throwing me a set.
"OK" I say, as the uniform slams me in the face.
I was going to call her out on throwing stuff at my face, but she disappeared with the slamming of the door. What the hell did I… or rather we… do last night? She seemed reluctant to talk about it. But then again the things we did at day were already enough to get to serious Miria, apparently.
Hey, at least I got a clean article of clothing. And the sizes seem similar. But yeah, that's the uniform, the shirt and skirt set, and I also require some socks, shoes and… Well, I guess when she confronts me about it, I'll say that dire need and consequences forced me to search through her underwear drawers and requisite a pair. I mean, she so could've foreseen this…
The uniform fits nicely, standard issue and all. But our difference in height makes it look like I'm trying to stealthily show some midriff. The bikershorts she uses for underwear are OK. But the goddamn shoes are killing me. I should've went barefoot, but that would just look silly. I wanted to high-tail it to my room, which is on the other side of the goddamn school, and change into my stuff and actually put on a bra underneath this shirt. But I had to run into Theresa and her "Hurrying to my class, aren't you?"
So I'm on the last rows, nearer to Helen for once, throwing Miria's, shoes off and giving my feet some rest.
"Hey…" said Helen cautiously, seeing that I'm not in the best of moods, "everything going OK?"
"Sort of..." I say quite passively.
Helen seems to take this as a sign to question me on yesterday's events, "So how did that clash with Miria go?"
Right to the point, eh? "Well" I lean over and whisper, making sure not soul in sight except Helen can hear me, "She's might seem inexperienced, but she's actually pretty good."
"And to be more exact?" whispered Helen.
"She's a sex demi-goddess, she's vigorous, unrelenting, and her tongue…"
"Whoa, stop right there…" Helen jerked away a bit, "I was asking about the fight you had in the sword storeroom, not the make-up sex afterwards. Too much information, Gala."
"Fight?"
"Isn't that what you did? People say, she challenged you to a sparring match, but you took it farther away from innocent bystanders and had an epic clash in the storeroom." said Helen
"Is that what people say about that incident?"
"Um... yeah." said Helen looking as simple-minded as she never has.
"Cool, keep it that way. It was a friendly fight, end of story. OK?" I say persuasively..
"I get it, sure. So who won?" she air-quotes it in her usual manner.
"It was a sparring match. So let's consider it a tie."
"So you both gained some experience from this encounter?" she asks, smiling.
"You could say that…" you really can.
With that Helen smiles and leaves me alone for the remainder of the lecture. I guess calling it a fight would be a half-truth and half-truths are always better than lies. I'll just go with that legend if someone asks, and I know someone who'll be particularly interested to know.
I slip back into Miria's shoes and exit the classroom. Dietrich should start following me pretty soon, so instead of giving her the opportunity to sneak up on me, I decide to go find her myself.
My feet got kind of accustomed to the pain and walking over to the first-year's classroom was tolerable. Hopefully I won't run into Audrey and she won't start a 'polite' conversation which I will be obliged to participate in, but won't anyway. I start spying out Dietrich in the exiting crowd, considering she's pretty low-profile, this might take some time. But something else catches my attention. There's this girl and her hair… Damn. It almost reaches to her waist and it's curled up… into massive curls. Sorry that's about the only way to describe it that comes to my head. But this girl's hair is basically screaming "I'm the princess here!" Why didn't I come across her earlier? The first-years are definitely interesting. Time to move in.
"Hello, can you help me with something?" I approach the princess.
She gives me a surprised look and replies in a soft calm ojou voice "I'll try"
This girl reminds of Flora, but so far she seems less clingy, so far "I hope you can, I'm looking for a girl. She's short and goes by the boy's name of Dietrich"
Before the girl can reply, some other first-year comes up to us both, looking a lot like the princess' loyal guard, "Hey Anastasia, who's this?" a protective knight indeed, hotblooded eye-brows included.
"Oh I'm just a student looking for a specific first-year… Nothing too important." I say sarcastically, somebody will tell the eventually who I am.
"Dietrich is inside the classroom, miss Galatea." said the girl called Anastasia, "I look forward to studying with you." she really is polite, and informed. She may be a bigger threat than Audrey in terms of out-classing me as the queen of this school. But she seems peaceful, I guess.
"Thanks for the directions" I'm speaking of Dietrich as a landmark, funny that, "With this I'll leave you lovely couple alone…"
The un-introduced girl said something along the lines of "This isn't the kind of relationship we have" but I pass into the classroom to find my unfortunate stalker. She looks surprised… no I'm exaggerating, she looks like usual. Time to take the initiative.
"What are you doing here?" she asks.
"I didn't want you to miss out on stalking me…" I say in my usual proud matter.
She raises a brow and looks at me suspiciously.
"You going or not?" I say as I exit the classroom, "We're going to my room, to pick up stuff."
"I see." she said, sounding distrustful.
"What's on your mind?" but I of course know what she's interested to know, "Wondering how it went? Sorry to disappoint you, but it was just sparring match…"
"'Just a match' as opposed to what?"
"Opposed to anything else. Miria isn't that easy to drop, if you know what I mean." but falling for her is.
"But you are wearing her uniform…" she said sternly.
"Wha?"
"Our uniforms have symbols remember, and this is Miria's uniform. And you're not wearing a bra under that shirt. I assume the sparring match went well." Nice deductive skills, Sherlock,
"Were you looking at my breasts? And I thought you were platonic about me."
"Don't change the subject, you know what I mean."
"I get what you're implying…" and you're 103% on mark, but… "Why don't you ask Miria herself what happened after you left?" cause I sure as hell would like to know and maybe if Miria tells her, she won't deliver this to Audrey.
Honestly though, lately I care less and less if people find out.
"I believe Miria is right over there. Why don't we go and ask her?"
I turn my head from looking down on Dietrich's face and turn to see Miria talking to someone in the hall. Dietrich pulls my hand like my bossy little sister (which I don't actually have) towards her, already forming a question or something. But I really don't hear it. I just saw who Miria was talking to.
"Hey, Miria and… hi, Flora…" of all the times and places…
End of Scene 10