Written for Mel-chan! I own nothing save for the abysmal lack of a plot and Hokuto's tutu.
Whirlwind
Sumeragi Hokuto was your typical teenage girl: an energetic fashion
devotee with a passion for design as a bonus, a fondness for chocolate,
and utmost reverence for love. The Relationship sat loftily at the
centre of her madcap, whirling thoughts. She idolised it and, as she
schemed to get her introverted, workaholic brother a place in
Sei-chan's heart (and vice versa, of course!), she searched for someone
for herself. Thus far, she had rejected all of her peers; they were
simply too juvenile, and none of them properly appreciated the effort
that went into her wardrobe.
Men!, sighed Hokuto as, pyjama-clad, she slipped into bed and drew the blankets up to her chin. Before she fell asleep, she made a mental note to renew her magazine subscriptions, as they were all due to end in the near future.
Hokuto didn't dream very often, or at least she didn't remember most of her dreams. However, some nights were different. Waking up to peppy pop music, she recognised that the previous night had been one such evening for she had wandered into someone else's dream (Or was it a Dreamscape? Her grandmother had taught her about yumeni, but Hokuto lacked not only magical abilities but also the attention span necessary to follow one of the older woman's lectures.), and she was emphatically not about to forget Kakyou. In fact, Hokuto planned to visit him again very, very soon.
As ever, her mind was dancing like a frenzied ballerina, pirouetting at impossible speeds and leaping offstage only to enter from the other side a split second later (upon drawing this uncannily accurate analogy, she decided to wear a tutu). Still, the Relationship sat upon its ever-calm, perpetually soaring pedestal. Chomping on a piece of gum, Hokuto suddenly realised that she'd reached the eye of the storm; at long last, she'd found her Relationship.
