Title: Hold my Hand
This is my first Shiznat story
Content: Rated K+
Summary: The story started at an orphanage where young Shizuru accompanied her father for a certain charity event where she met the young loner: Natsuki. Few months after Shizuru came back only to learn that Natsuki has been adopted. 10 years after they met again in Fuuka Academy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything even the characters on this story. I love mai-hime specially the Shiznat pair.
Prologue
There were three soft knocks on my door and the voice of my personal maid calling. "Young miss please wake up. You father needs you to be ready in 30 minutes. I have prepared the bath for you and I will be outside if you need anything." "Thank you but if there's anything I need I can manage." I answered as I drag my feet towards the bathroom. As soon as I got out from the shower, she laid 3 different set of clothes for me to choose. There's a summer empire dress: sleeveless white organza blouse with lavender flowers and a high waist lemon-yellow silk strip with a double layered ribbon, attached to it is a small silver accessory akin to my pendant, an emblem of a howling wolf. Next to it is a denim blouse and a zebra strip leggings. It has jabot front with soft ruffles extending from the neck to the waist line on each side of the buttons. Paired to it is my favorite black boots. To the neck line are two pins. One pin had a figure of a 7-headed snake – ancient Fujino emblem and the other is the new era Fujino emblem, the howling wolf. It look so perfect, however, I know that my father would never approve of this outfit. The third pair is a simple innocent looking shirt-waist floral dress. It has a rectangular collar like a jumper and spreads right above the knee with a near invisible pleats. It has pink tulips printed to most parts the rest are small black dots neatly arranged in a straight horizontal line running the whole length of the dress. Paired to it is my favorite headband with a matching pink flower. I chose the third dress so I will not stand out in the crowd since I know we'll be going to an orphanage.
Exactly after 30 minutes I was seated by my father's left side by the corner of a long empty table. Sometimes I wished to go back to the old round table we had where we used to happily chat while taking breakfast with my Mom and my half brother Reito. We were so happy back then despite the struggle of everyday living. Everything was perfect until it was ruined with one dirty little secret. From a brightly colored room, now everything is washed white like the old memories in my head. We silently ate and out of a habit I would secretly look at my father by the corner of my eye. And as always I can only see his neatly tailored necktie under the early morning paper. I would secretly watch him hoping he would look back but since the day he broke up with my mother he never allowed me to look at him directly in the eye. At first I would lock myself in the room and cry my heart out but as the days passed by I got used to it, specially when I learned that I got the color of my eyes from my mother. I know how he despised her. "Shizuru," he called out. Doing my best to hid my nervousness for being caught staring. "Yes father?" I quickly answered. "I trust that you'll be at your best when we're on the orphanage." With that being said he stood up and left. "Yes father," I said to his back.
Inside the limo my father was very busy on the phone and never spared a glance at me so I focused my gaze outside the window. On that same moment I saw a mother wiping her son's tears and and cooing him to comfort while rubbing his small back. I fought the urge to cry when I remembered my brother and my mother. Few minutes later we came to a halt in front of an old building with worn out colors. I gracefully stepped down from the limo as soon as the chaffeur opened the door. He escorted me just below the stairs where my father is standing. In front of us are the children with hopeful eyes singing a welcome song.