Blazepanzer here with yet another new chapter! Well, part one of chapter thirteen anywho. I kinda figured it'd be easier to put this chapter into three parts, given one half would focus on the morning part of the day, the second...well, Yukaro's got some competition, and final part would focus on the latter half of the day, say Sensado practice and the evening.
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Dim lights flooded the room as Hanoashi rubbed her eyes. Is...is it time to go? she wondered hopefully.
"Hanoashi, sorry about the early wake up, we've had to reschedule your flight to Ooarai."
Damm it! She cussed inwardly.
"So instead we've rearranged a midnight flight for you." the guard continued, "so please place your hands on the wall so we can begin the release procedures."
Obeying, she mentally sighed in relief that she was almost done with the handcuff routine. Just a bit more Blaze, she told herself. You are almost done.
The guard kept her hand cupped around her arm, ensuring that Hanoashi could not escape. I seriously hate this. I mean, sure, I would tolerate my close family or friends lead me like that for a sort distance if I needed help getting around, but still, I hate this.
Arriving at a holding cell the guard uncuffed her and opened the door. "Your clothes and belongings are in there, please put them on and sit on the bench until I come back."
Obeying, she entered, shuddering as the door shut behind her. Taking a step forward, she picked up her bra, her gaze turning flustered when she realized that a guy, specifically her childhood friend, had seen her handcuffed to her bed rail in nothing but this and her undies.
Shaking her head, she placed the bra on, sighing with relief. Slipping her panties on, she quickly slipped into her jeans and then her shirt before sitting down. Feels great to be wearing real underwear again, she smiled.
After what seemed like thirty minutes, the door open. Gasping, she stood up as her father entered.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"Yes father," Hanoashi squeaked, before hugging him, smiling as he too wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so ready to go home."
"Then let's head home," her father smiled, patting her back briefly before letting go.
Heading through customs once again, she glanced at her father. "Is...is it really okay for me to go home now?"
"Yes, you've served your time and behaved well too."
Glancing ahead, she could help the surprised gaze as the warden appeared to be praising her.
Stepping aside, she nodded to Drake. "Take her home with pride," she smiled.
Drake kept a level face. "I believe I will, thank you," he remarked in a tone that was both neutral and offered no argument.
As soon as they reached Drake's rental car, Hanoashi noticed her father had a rather angry gaze on his face. Is...is he mad at me after all? she fretted.
"That bitch, I bet she loved watching you so uncomfortable," he growled, before entering the car.
"It's my fault that I had to be sent there," she pointed out, relieved her father wasn't that angry at her.
"Be that as they may, they could have shown you some mercy," her father argued.
"I guess...but the way I see it it was merciful enough that I wasn't expelled or that this arrest will not go on my record," she argued back.
"True," her father grunted, before looking at her. "So, how did they treat you?"
Frowning, she couldn't help but glance down. "They didn't beat me or sexually harass me, but they did mock me being a vice heiress."
"That's all they did?" her father asked, rising an eyebrow.
"Petty much," she lied. No way I'm going to comment about they often ogled me about my freckles or foreign looks, she told herself determinedly.
"That's a relief," Drake sighed.
"How are Rikona and Aacob handling things?" she asked apprehensively.
"They seem to be handling things, but they miss you deeply."
Once again she felt like she had been punched in the gut. "I never meant to hurt them," she whispered.
"I think they understand that." Drake smiled before patting her head. "They'll just be glad to have their little sister and cousin back, so you shouldn't fret too much about that."
Hanoashi couldn't help but smile at her father's gesture. "I hope so."
As it turned out her father could only drive her over to the airport, as he wasn't able to book a hotel in time for her midnight flight. As a result her flight was rather quiet, albeit interesting as she got to ride in the modified F-16X2s, a two seat version of the F-16 falcon. The pilot, as professional as he was, kept his conversation brief.
She opted to walked home, wanting the excuse to enjoy her new-found freedom a bit. I hope father's right about Aacob and Rikona not being angry with me, she fretted as she walked, stuffing her hands into her pockets to try and generate some warmth. I really couldn't blame them though, I'm still quite mad at myself over the whole ordeal.
Glancing upward, she gave a small prayer of thanks for her safe return before walking up her steps. Pausing at her door, she briefly wondered if she should knock first. Opting to knock softly, she hesitated to open the door.
Come on! You've spend two weeks in hell, stop being so sissyfied! She insulted herself, before sliding her key in and opening the door.
Nothing greet her. No hugging sister, no surprise party, nothing. Everything was just silent. Maybe this will give me some more time to think, she hoped, as she still wasn't too sure how her reunions would go.
Stepping towards the bedroom, she slowly opened the door, gasping slightly as she realized Aacob wasn't in there. Hmmm... I wonder where she could be? Hanoashi wondered, starting to worry for her sister.
Glancing towards Aacobs bed, she noticed that her OHDF locker was slightly open. Sloppy sis, you're supposed to keep that locked! she chided.
Still, that tells me she must have gone on a late night patrol, she mused quietly, nabbing a fresh set of undies and a nightgown. Glancing at their alarm clock, she noticed that the time was about four in the morning.
That, or maybe she took an early morning patrol, she contemplated before rushing over to the showers. She took her everyday clothes off, before nabbing her nono shaver and began to whack away at the tiny hairs that had begun to grow in the two week period.
After she finished about half an hour later, she nearly jumped into the shower, sighing as the warm water flooded over her body, soaking her sore muscles. "Ah, sweet sweet freedom," she smiled, allowing herself to enjoy the water for a brief moment before she actually began showering.
That felt good, she smiled as she stepped out of the shower, smiling to herself.. But now, it's time to get serious! Heading back to the bedroom, she noticed a stack of papers on her computer desk. Time to get to work! she sang, taking the first page in the stack.
Math, great fun! Her gleefulness wasn't due to sarcastic, as she had always enjoyed homework. Tearing through the first page, she smiled as she took another.
I've really missed this! She cried happily, before frowning. Come to think of it though, how many students are actually glad to have a stack about one centimeter high of homework. Ah, who cares about that, I enjoy it and it beats sitting in a rotten jailhouse all day!
Working furiously, she continued to whack at the stack of papers, finishing the math and English sections by the time the sun rose.
Well, that was fun, but I guess it's time I get to school now, she mused as she stood up, stretching to take the ache off of her muscles. Quickly but efficiently, she put on her uniform, grabbing her bag and other necessities, and headed out the door.
Her eyes promptly let their anger known with a slight sting as she shielded her eyes from the sun. Geeze, I guess spending half a month in jail in an area where the only access you have to the outdoors was a roofed jail yard doesn't do your vision any good upon release.
She took her cell phone out, gasping as she saw nine calls from Samori, She quickly dialed her friend.
"Finally, didn't think they forbid heiress from answering cell phones during meets," Samori grunted as she answered.
"Sorry about that, didn't being my cell phone with me,"Hanoashi sighed.
"So, how was that juvenile facility?" Samori asked.
"What!" She...she can't know that I went to jail! Hanoashi panicked.
"Ha, don't worry about it kid, aside from me and Miho, no one else suspects a thing, and we can't exactly be too judgmental about the whole thing." Pausing, Samori chuckled. "And we both promised not to tell anyone, so you don't have to worry."
Pausing, Hanoashi wasn't sure what to say for a moment. "Well...okay fine, I did go to that place," she confessed. "But...what exactly do you mean we can't be too judgmental about it. I get why Miho can't..."
"Would you believe it if I told you I once got arrested for driving while intoxicated?"
"No, I find that hard to believe."
"Well, true story." Samori then let out a gusty laugh. "Ah man, I wish you could have seen how I've improved. I used to have a buzz cut, and was always into some from of delinquency."
"Wow," Hanoashi was finding it hard to believe her friend.
"Well, that's how I got in a poor position to hold whatever you did against you," Samori laughed. "Speaking of which, since I told you what I did..."
"I brought a pair of handcuffs on the academy and had the brilliant idea handcuffing myself to my bed railing. Talk about a stupid mistake!"
"Ah, that's nothing!" Samori laughed. "Most academies would have only penalized you for playing hooky."
"I guess so, still, as the vice heiress, I broke a school rule and thus had to be punished appropriately"
"Seems like you've got the right idea." Samori paused abruptly. "Look...there's also something else I needed to tell you."
"What is it Samroi?" she asked, her gaze becoming worried.
"Well, we've took a vote, and we've decided to disband the club if we don't score a better half by the time end of the tournament, then we'll have no choice but to shut down."
Felling her gut tightened at the news, she let out a loud gasp. "Is...is there anything I can do to help?" she asked frantically."
"Keep on a good relationship with our friend Rose, she's got it in her mind that you'll be mad if we close down." Samroi replied. "Anyways, I've got to get ready for school."
"Alright, and don't worry, I'll make certain Rose understands that I'm not going to be mad if the club shuts down."
"Thanks, I guess I'll see you around then."
Shutting her phone down, she sighed as she began walking. The Archery club closing down? She mused as she walked. I know they where competing on a curve, but still, that's quite the dilemma.
Normally Archery teams consisted of seven members, but you could compete with six members. Before she joined, Ooarai's archery team had six members, yet due to the fact that an archer had to be able to shoot at least one red round at two hundred feet and one perfect shot at four hundred feet, she wasn't ready to form the seventh member.
Maybe if I had stayed behind...but it was Samroi who suggested that I should go ahead and switch back to tankery for the winter cup.
After a bit of walking she came across Rikona's home. I wonder if they are home? She wondered, before she whipped out her phone and a text to her aunt. Thankfully, both Rikona and Sheila where home.
Entering in, she sat that her aunt was sitting in the middle of the living room. "Come join me for a second." her aunt requested.
Sitting on her knees while folding her hands neatly in her lap, she obliged. "Yes Auinte?" she began apprehensively.
"The warden told me that you escaped last night," Sheila growl.
"I have the papers of release on me, as does my father and the pilot you sent to fly me back early." Hanoashi pointed out calmily.
"Heh, of course, I guess my attempts to fluster you really have gone downhill as of late," Sheila sighed before smiling softly. "Actually, the warden reported that you behaved like a model prisoner," she noted. "As such, let me formally welcome you back to Ooarai as her vice heiress."
"Thank you Auntie, I promise I'll work hard." Hanoashi smiled softly, relieved she was actually welcome to come back at all, much less that she was still the vice heiress.
"That being said, I meant what I said, you will be worked hard given that you are the vice heiress." Shelia stared at her intently. "Whether or not you can keep your title as vice heiress permanently is a matter of how hard you are willing to keep your promise to work harder and stay out of trouble."
"I understand, and I'm ready to start," she promised determinedly.
"Good," Sheila nodded. "For starters, from now on you'll be joining Rikona's crew when it comes to basic tank cleaning in addition to your own. You'll also be in charge of helping your cousin deal with basic day to day paper and advanced decisions when it comes to tank selection and upgrades. Third, you'll also be helping Rikona with her Heiress duties every evening. And finally, if the archery team closes, you'll be taking on the role of deputy commander next year."
"I understand Auntie," Hanoashi nodded. "I'll work hard and prove myself worthy of the title Vice Heiress," she promised.
"Good, I'm glad you understand," Sheila smiled. "Rikona's in her room, by the way, I think she'd like to walk to school with you."
Rising up, Hanoashi bowed. "Thank you for not expelling me," she whispered, before heading toward her cousin's room, knocking.
Quick as a flash, she found herself in one of Rikona's infamous hugs. "Your back!" Rikona sobbed. "I...I've missed you so much!"
"I..I'm so sorry!" Hanoashi cried.
"No no, don't apologize, I'm just so glad your back." Rikona smiled as she faced her. "Did they treat you harshly."
Hanoashi shook her head. "Not really, they love their handcuffs though," she joked.
"Yeah, I guess I should apologize," Rikona sighed.
"Not at all," Hanoashi smiled. "At any rate, we should head to class.
One thing I've forgotten to mention in my AN: (Well, didn't forget to mention but wanted to avoid a massive blob of text at the start of the story) I've decided to dedicate every Friday to error correcting. I'll grant you, I fell like I've improved on the error correcting department, but I wish to dedicate one day a week to error correcting, just in case. I know I could just get a beta reader, but my upload schedule is so wacky that I'd hate to have someone have no chapters for over a month or so and then have a new chapter or two every week for a month.
Here's hoping that improves my stories. While I'm not aiming for diehard perfection with my work, I want to try and make them at least enjoyable to most fanfic readers.