Reuploaded: 24th December 2022.
Before we start, here is some important context.
Harmonium-Kruger and I started writing Renascence together back in 2010. Throughout the years, this story has gone through several rewrites. This is the final version. In the original version (which you can find in Abandoned Concepts), there were many inconsistencies and errors. I think I've ironed them all out now. The information is as follows:
1). Natsuki no longer repeatedly receives her hair pin for the first time.
2). Characters should no longer seemingly teleport into scenes.
3). Greater emphasis has been added to important and intimate scenes.
4). Lots of unneeded details were either adjusted or completely deleted.
5). Natsuki has earned a major rewrite. She is more mature and calm now.
6). Mai no longer suffers from Weeaboo Syndrome.
7). Sarah and Mahya's names have been corrected.
8). Skin descriptions have been removed. Those aged poorly.
9). Natsuki's sexuality is no longer all over the place (she is a-spec).
10). Nao is more in character.
11). Rosalie's kleptomania has been boosted.
12). The rewrite was finished on the 1st September 2021.
13). Editing finished as of the 24th December 2022.
14). Renascence's chapters have been formatted to 10,000 words.
Please tell me if there are any problems still.
One problem I'm worried about is that Shizuru is a commoner whilst Natsuki is a noble. These ranks might have been jumbled up throughout the story.
P.S: Yes, there is new content included here.
I require feedback to get this up and running again! As of the 24th December 2022, I have completely revamped the story and restructured the timeline. There may still be inconsistencies and other issues. I would greatly appreciate these being pointed out! Please tell me what your favourite scenes are so I can get an idea where to take this!
by Harmonium-Kruger
and Twisted Eternal Wolvetta
Acquiesce II: Renascence
Chapter I: Myosotis Scorpioides
Garderobe Academy, the Underground Facility: 23rd January 333AR.
The domed chamber was, as ever, depressingly void of visitors. This was a small intensive care unit attached to the underground facility's laboratory: A vast cylindrical tower whose walls curved inwards at its tipped ceiling. Metal plates scaled the walls, its windowless interior illuminated by overbearing fluorescent lamps. In the centre of the room was a hospital bed. A mountain's worth of wires scattered around and beneath it, all connecting to tired machinery. They droned silently in the background, their burnt-in screens flickering occasionally.
These machines, it turns out, were keeping a Meister Otome from the brink of death.
The first thing Natsuki Kruger vaguely experienced was the taste of saline within her throat. Ugh, it's disgusting! The metallic mouthful was not leaving, nor was the rubbery tube gorging down her oesophagus. No doubt this is what had kept her alive for so long.
Yet Natsuki's eyelids felt ever so heavy… Even though they remained closed. It felt as though slumber would swiftly pull her back into the void forever.
Miraculously indeed, the heart monitor tracking her status began to quicken. Not by much, but enough to warrant a glance and a notice. The insistent beeps echoing in her exhausted head was infuriating. Natsuki swore that when she woke, the first thing she would do would be to shut the thing up.
But… Why is such a feat so difficult?
Grinding her teeth, her body finally started to stir. Blinking several times, the Gakuenchou winced as the fierce light shone down on her. Narrowing her eyes, her vision blurred as she gazed through her eyelashes. Staring at the tube inserted into her left hand, her clouded mind stalled further. Why… is she… A needle was inserted between the transparent duct and pierced into her skin. It was securely taped down by medical gauze.
"...Gakuenchou?"
A voice from her other side made her panic, pupils pin-pricking from the exposure to fluorescent lights.
"Keep calm, or you'll choke on your feeding tube."
Her what?!
As Natsuki's hazy vision slowly cleared, it allowed her to recognise her medical officer. Yohko Helene's appearance and clothing were unchanged. The familiarity didn't help; her chest heaving in terror like a tested guinea pig.
"Hold still, I'll take the tube out. Try not to speak immediately." Helene warned her, placing a case she had been carrying onto the nearby metal table. Opening it, she retrieved transparent, blue vinyl gloves that she stretched onto her hands. She got to work, steadily easing the tube from the Gakuenchou's throat. This quite obviously caused her to choke.
Natsuki was astounded that she was not vomiting—the pain and discomfort making her eyes well with tears. Eventually, after what felt like aeons, the tube was coughed up, leaving her ragged and breathless.
Hearing scrapping metal, Natsuki's panicked eyes flew to Helene who dragged a chair over towards her. Before the medical-scientist sat upon it, she instead surveyed the monitors surrounding Natsuki's bed. She seemed different—ill. She looked as if she had not slept in a long while. Her hair was unkempt, skin gaunt and her eyes tired.
"You have been in a coma." Helene paused, something seeming to be on her mind. Unpocketting a light from her coat, she eased over Natsuki. Gently placing her hand upon the woman's forehead, she aimed the light into a viridian eye. "For a year."
A year?!
Natsuki would have squawked, if she still had a voice, that is. For now, she mouthed the words. Casting such an indignant expression, Helene flinched as though she had heard her. The scientist pressed a hand to Natsuki's shoulder, steadying her back onto the bed.
Constricted pupils reacted violently to the light. Natsuki fought to calm herself down, if only to relieve herself of that blasted heart monitor! Sluggishly, she crossed an arm towards her hand where the clip was latched onto a finger. Removing it at last gave her respite. Thank the Founder.
"I'm going to take the IVs out." Helene cautioned next, manoeuvring her weight towards Natsuki's dominant left hand. Sliding the transparent plaster off the skin, a dull white marking remained. Keeping the tube pressed down with her fingertips, she leant to the small box from earlier. Acquiring some bandages, the medical-scientist said nothing as she worked.
Painstakingly the tube and needle were removed from pale flesh.
Breathing still strained, Natsuki observed Helene work as though she had plunged her into this coma. For all she knew, she had!
She had no saliva to speak of. If Helene told her she had been in the Black Valley, she'd have wholeheartedly believed her.
Alas, Natsuki's fingers instead twitched as Helene delicately grasped her hand. Bandages were now neatly wrapped around the needle prick. This was rather excessive, wasn't it?
"I'd advise that you remain here, Gakuenchou. Your body has suffered significantly from muscle loss."
Natsuki felt as if she was going to vomit. The news hit her gut like a cannonball. A year long coma! How on Earl is she supposed to process this? The last thing that she could remember was going to Aries. But… why? Reaching out for Helene suddenly, Natsuki grizzled a faint growl, clawing maddeningly as she tried moving.
She was just finishing her final scan of the surrounding machines when she noticed Natsuki's distress. What is… Quickly grasping the younger woman's wrists, Helene shot her a questioning look.
"W-wha…?" Natsuki forced a grunt, mouthing the words as she tried to speak more. "Wh-at h-app—?" She harshly groaned, her voice not properly contorting to the words. Rather, they contoured around them in a twisted excuse for speech.
"Do you want a pen and some paper?" The taller woman asked, ignoring the ringing of the intercom from inside the lab.
No! Natsuki wanted to know what happened! But… that would suffice, for now.
She did not realise her illogicality; her mind far too clouded still.
Forcing a nod, the Gakuenchou relented her movement and lay flat on the bed once more. In vain she focused on other things beside the blinding light and the blaring intercom. Her GEM buzzed incessantly inside her ear. Alas, for the other alerts and noises made her weak, pale hands fly to her ears. Is she going to go insane?
Helene retreated from the room for a few moments. Natsuki could faintly hear the medical-scientist muttering into the intercom. A minute or two passed until she reappeared, a stack of paper and a pen being placed onto her lap. Once this was completed, Helene sat herself down beside her quietly.
Breath still painful and heavy, Natsuki grasped onto the pen tightly with her left hand. Skittering it across the paper stack, a line of dark ink stained the page below. The action was frustratingly difficult; her wrist burning as she attempted to convey her written message. The scrawl was sloppy at best and it annoyed Natsuki to no end. Shoving the stack towards the doctor, groggy green eyes slanted onto Helene and stared: 'What happened?'
"You were heading to Aries to discuss controlling the population of Meister Otome. Something happened—an argument, we believe—and the Brigadier General lashed out." Helene paused, digesting the information that she had stored for so long. "It was indicated early on that you had sustained a heavy blow to the back of the head. It should've outright killed you, considering who had dealt the damage." Frankly she is amazed that Natsuki had woken up at all.
'Back of the head? While I was turned? That coward. What has been done about this?"
"Martial law." Unsure over what reaction she might receive, Helene stood. "The Archmeister issued it with a trial for the Brigadier General. If it was the case of you dying… then execution."
Natsuki released a small exhale, looking almost proud as her lips twitched into something of a faint smirk. She definitely liked the sound of that. Before writing more, she closed her eyes to drown out the buzzing inside her GEM. The thing was undeniably searching to remember who she was.
Just like herself.
"How did the trial go? Where is Shizuru?'
"Hm." The doctor's eyes shifted uncomfortably.
Now Natsuki wasn't too sure whether she liked this.
"Aries immediately escaped. They threaten us with war—their allies included. The Archmeister is running Garderobe in your stead." 'Or well, to the best of her ability.' The doctor mused, making sure to not mention this snippet.
Jaw dropping, Natsuki winced in kind to the reaction of pain it sparked within her. Grabbing the pen, she furiously wrote, uselessly growling—the noise incoherent instead. 'That guard dog attacks me and they threaten war when faced with the consequences?! Get her down here. Now."
The medical-officer backed away, quickly departing from the chamber. Her heels echoed throughout the lab as she approached its super-computer. Activating the intercom, she linked it straight to the Gakuenchou's office: "Archmeister."
Crimsons revealed behind restless eyelids, having snapped open at the call of her title. Sat behind the office's desk, nary a paper on it was signed. Sitting up, the woman blinked slowly as she pressed the intercom's button. "...Yohko?"
"The Gakuenchou is awake."
The bluntless from the doctor took the Archmeister by surprise, but the information refused to enter her brain. Shizuru sat there briefly, staring at the stacks of unfinished documentation. Again she blinked, her heart dropping into her stomach. "Na—"
"—She needs you here, Archmeister."
Natsuki, who was still alone, felt agitated by this fact. Lying back and curling her arms towards her chest, scenarios mercilessly looped inside her fragile mind. She had been in a coma for an entire year. What the hell could she have done to deserve Haruka striking her down like that? She felt so weak and mildly delusional. Also, why in God's name did her GEM keep buzzing?!
The Brigadier General was by no means a coward—or, at least she believed so. But people change, she supposed.
The minutes passed by dully until her annoyance became stale. Instead, her boredom took hold. She wondered whether she could walk. Then again, no matter how many times she wiggled her toes, the stiff feeling didn't seem to want to go away.
Helene returned with a heavy air surrounding her, moving this way and that. Natsuki watched the anxious woman busy herself as her restlessness transformed into unhappiness. Surely Shizuru has arrived by now...?
Helene appeared tense. It was Shizuru, right? She's never been overwhelming; if anything she has the opposite effect on people and her surroundings. Or at least, when she wasn't about to tear someone's throat out during combat. So why iss Helene so anxious?
After another torturous moment, Helene sighed, her shoulders sagging.
Natsuki eyed the approaching woman suspiciously, unsure whether to trust her. Honestly, she didn't. Licking her lips, her irritation rose again, having forgotten that she had no saliva at all. Lying back down for the umpteenth time, the Gakuenchou attempted in vain to relax. "U-gh…" Oh, right. She has no voice!
"The Archmeister should be here any moment." Helene piped up, giving the room a brief look-down before continuing: "Would you like some water?" Receiving a nod to the request, she left for wherever a sink was located.
Natsuki closed her eyes and rubbed them softly. Everything burns. She felt as though she was as thin as paper. She wasn't even sure where Helene was going for water—she couldn't remember where the sink was. Nor could she care less that she had forgotten right now. Oddly enough she felt—avoiding the stiffness, hypersensitivity and the stuffiness—relatively sound of mind. Or is she? Hells' if she knows!
In the distance, Natsuki heard running water followed by a creaking tap shutting it off. Eventually, the doctor reappeared, offering the clear glass towards her.
Sitting up with a ragged slowness more befitting one of the undead, Natsuki's hand wavered. With great difficulty, the Gakuenchou drank, uncaring as the water sloshed down her front messily. Slating her thirst was far more important. Her hands shook delicately, her ears twitching as she heard faraway footfalls echoing down the stairs.
Shizuru?
Forgetting that the glass was within her hand, it fell from her grip. She didn't register the smash; her mind far too contended by her yearning for her Archmeister. "S-shiz—" Her voice still not returning, the leftover water gurgled within her throat. Swallowing roughly, she second-glanced Helene who cleared away the glass before removing herself from the room. Wait, the glass? ...Oh.
The footsteps had paused upon the glass shattering, the pace quickening to a stride. That's definitely Shizuru. The Gakuenchou wasn't sure how she knew—
"—Natsuki?" The unmistakable Windbloom accent filtered into the room, the Archmeister at last showing herself.
The Gakuenchou could only blink at the new arrival. "Shizuru!" Her exclamation was sadly mouthed as her voice was all but hoarse. The reaction startled the Archmeister who stepped back. Meanwhile, the returning Helene snorted, apparently amused by the encounter.
Natsuki ignored the medical-scientist, far too busy staring at Shizuru. After several moments, Natsuki realised what was different; the Archmeister's uniform seemed to have been tailored. It was now form fitting and no longer puffy as it once had been.
Shizuru quickly scoped her gaze along the Gakuenchou, an uncharacteristic frown wrinkling her forehead. 'She?' Her mind echoed, wondering whether Natsuki had attempted to say her name. Cautiously making her way over, Shizuru realised something to her horror.
She wasn't able to read Natsuki well.
Throwing a look of utter disgust at not being understood, Natsuki lifted her forearms. Moment's later, she relented, allowing them to fall back into her lap. Frustrated, she clasped her hands to her face, rubbing it again. What even was the point?
"I believe… She wishes to know your changes to the uniform." Helene was very amused, eyeing both of them with a curiosity befitting her profession. She ignored the cold stare volleyed her way by the Gakuenchou.
Quickening her pace, Shizuru strode over and sat herself down on the chair Helene had used. Grasping Natsuki's hands, she stilled them. "I am so sorry, Natsuki. We are shocked that she is even awake after so long… The uniform; there have been some adjustments."
Her voice was delicate, instantly blocking out the annoying buzzing piercing Natsuki's ears. Listening intently to the Archmeister, Natsuki's brows furrowed togetherly tightly as emerald travelled over Shizuru's face. Some adjustments? The droning went away as more questions filled her mind. Focusing on Shizuru's face became rather difficult as harsh light distracted her again. Closing her eyes, she felt a sharp pain striking through her temples. "What… else?" She managed to make more than a growl, her teeth gritting as her eyes opened again. Miraculously, the Archmeister had understood her.
"Garderobe is undergoing martial law with the Aries Republic. The world is taking sides between two factions over whether Otome should be abolished or made more powerful."
Gawking at this, Natsuki reeled back as if she had missed a section of the conversation a moment ago. Swallowing tensely, she covered her mouth as a ragged cough escaped her throat. She needed water… Vaguely she was aware of the Archmeister's hand upon her back.
Attempting to soothe the Gakuenchou's coughing fit, Shizuru reached for the new glass that Helene offered.
Desperately snatching the glass from the Archmeister, Natsuki lowered her hand to slowly drink, relishing as the water trickled down her throat. Managing to spill less this time, she paused to take a breather after finishing the glass. "What…" A breath. "What exactly was Aries' reasoning to refuse giving Armitage up?" At last her voice was coherent enough to understand—albeit it ragged.
"Ah…" The Archmeister caught Helene's gaze, taking the glass from Natsuki. Holding it within her lap, her hands cupped the transparent container. "The public of Aries." Redirecting her attention over to Natsuki, she continued: "They believe that the Brigadier would never do such a thing."
Jaw going slack, a bit of water dribbled out from Natsuki's mouth who fervently wiped it away. "I had a ham-fisted dent in the back of my skull, but the only woman to possess the ability to do it, wasn't convicted?"
"No. Aries immediately threatened invasion. Naturally, Garderobe issued martial law—Natsuki." Shizuru's voice tilted lower. Passing the glass over to Helene, Shizuru guided her hands along Natsuki's cheeks. Bringing them closer, she said: "I do not want you to be reckless."
"N-no… I have to make her pay. She could have killed me." Maybe she already had? "I… I don't feel right."
"Doing so will only give Aries an excuse." Shizuru uttered, stroking the padding of her thumbs along Natsuki's cheeks. "How would you, Natsuki? You can not stand, nor can you coherently speak. You have been in a coma for over a year."
"We have her wheelchair ready for when she has enough strength." Helene announced.
Natsuki glared at the medical-scientist. Oh, how she dislikes it when people speak as if she isn't here. Her face soon fell, not even strong enough to hold an angered expression. "Mn… Shizuru, why are your hands so rough?" She murmured, dull eyes closing as she wavered.
"You are exhausted, go to sleep, Natsuki." The question was leapt over deftly, the brunette guiding the Gakuenchou even closer to her. Encircling an arm around Natsuki's head, she eased her head down to rest against her shoulder. Wrapping her other arm around the Gakuenchou's thin body, her ears twitched. Shifting her head to glance over her shoulder discreetly. Past the heavy door, Shizuru spotted two students who had ventured down into the laboratory.
Sleep was honestly the last thing on Natsuki's mind right now. What is happening to Earl, to Garderobe—to Shizuru? Her eyelids grew hefty again as she faintly whined. She could barely bring her hands toward the Archmeister's arms to hold onto them.
Helene gave a faint smile at the pathetic sight, turning to the two students with a glance.
No longer did the students wear the ridiculous uniforms of Garderobe.
Thanks to the profound reform that the academy had experienced, they wore something more suited for training. Now, rather than the frilly dresses and stockings, they wore military fatigues. Coffee in colour, the material was form-fitted to allow mobility. These students were Pearls as their collars were silver and brandished a stack of pearls. Their shirts were tucked in, as were their trousers tucked into their combat boots.
"Oh, hey! The Gakuenchou's awake!" The shortest of the pair rang out, clad in glasses.
Her associate meanwhile said nothing. Dark eyes peered over towards the hospital before blinking in surprise.
"She's barely awake and definitely not in any fit state to have visitors. What do you two need?" Helene approached the duo, flicking the chamber's console to shut the large door. Languidly pocketting her hands, she expectedly eyed them.
"Damn." Irina mumbled.
"Miss Maria sent us." Nina said. "She has organised the survival hike's date. It no longer clashes with any of the other upcoming events this year."
"We shall see who can supervise it." Helene pulled off her nursing gloves. 'Maybe it would do the Gakuenchou good to come along for the fresh air? Though the terrain for her wheelchair might prove a challenge.' That thought aside, she asked: "When's the date?"
"The 24th of March." Irina declared. "Um... but." She glanced over to Nina who stood stoic, contently listening to the doctor. "She said she wishes to see you about something or other, and that the number three to one Amethysts' are to have their nanomachine boosts soon."
"Ah, absolutely right... Over here, Wang. You can get yours now." Helene smiled, guiding the student towards a batch of the prepared nanomachines. Humming as she input the password into the cooler's holographic screen, a syringe was filled then popped out. "Come, sit."
Doing so, Nina rolled up her sleeve and offered her left arm towards the medical officer who held it gently. The stainless steel needle was then inserted into the crook of the arm.
Meanwhile, Natsuki was still very exhausted. Unable to sleep, Natsuki had however caught fragments of the conversation as the door sealed. "Boosters? Amethyst...?" What else has Shizuru changed? She held herself closer against the elder, a mournful feeling washing over her. Truly, she felt that she didn't belong here.
Natsuki's still awake? Dropping her gaze down onto the half-asleep Meister, Shizuru eased her down onto the mattress. "The world is changing, Natsuki." Gingerly, Shizuru lay herself beside Natsuki, manoeuvring her arms so Natsuki could finally hold onto them. "Two years are no longer enough to train Otome; It was decided that there are now four years—Coral, Pearl, Amethyst and Diamond."
"I'm so confused…" Natsuki admitted softly, her head aching as her world morphed around her. She felt as though she were on a carousel, her stomach churning more with every additional detail. Closing her eyes briefly, dull viridian searched crimson for any sort of familiarity. "You changed so much in a year…"
What had Shizuru been doing this whole time when running the academy? There was a totally different air around Shizuru now. Rather than her gentle nobility, a soldier-esque presence had replaced it.
"We all have. Try not to worry, I am still myself."
"I hope that I'll still be myself." Natsuki murmured, resting her brow wearily against Shizuru's. Just what had she done to make Haruka cold-cock her? A stronger migraine encapsulated Natsuki as she attempted to remember.
The threat that war approached sounded grand; epic in its own weight. Perhaps even one to rival the Dragon King War that Miss Maria had mentioned so much.
"You will." Shizuru promised. Musing, the Archmeister smiled a moment later. She knew something to lighten the mood perfectly. Resting a hand atop the Gakuenchou's, she squeezed it and said: "Mai has returned. She did so five months ago."
Drawing back, Natsuki stared at her. "...Mai?"
"Yes, Mai. If you would like, I could send fo—"
"—I want to see her." The demand left her mouth before Shizuru could finish speaking, her hands tightening in the elder's. "Please."
"Alright." Gently pushing the Gakuenchou against the bed's headrest, Shizuru eased up. Looking at her for a moment, she smiled. "I will return shortly." She uttered, heading for the door to open it.
Natsuki sat there, a little annoyed at being left so suddenly. Lips parting, she thought against speaking and closed her eyes. "Mmph." She growled softly, bringing a weak hand up to rub her brow. Why did she feel so annoyed? It was understandable that Shizuru needed to ask someone to bring Mai over. But… Mai? They had thought she had died!
Helene had heard the door grind open before her eyes swept after the departing Archmeister. Where is she going? Focus returning to the task at hand, she eased the needle from the crook of Nina's arm. Dabbing cotton wool to the point of blood, she said: "There. You may feel sick soon, but it should pass within the hour. If it doesn't, please contact me immediately."
Nina nodded, brushing her uniform down as she stood.
Having also witnessed the Archmeister's departure, Irina curiously glanced into the infirmary where Natsuki remained. "Say…"
"What's on your mind, Woods?" Helene ridded herself of the syringe, cleaning the chair and dispenser. These new nanomachines were a fantastic idea.
"How do you think the Gakuenchou's going to react to everything?"
"She has a case of typical PTSD. It's rather comparable to some of our worst off Meisters, I would say." Helene casually acknowledged, throwing the two students off guard entirely.
"Esh." The spectacled girl hissed, unsure with what else to say. "Do you want to risk going back up?" She prodded Nina.
The medical-officer turned her head slightly as she placed the syringe into the sink. "What are you two up to?" She eyed them doubtingly, her eyes narrowing discreetly.
"Oh. We don't need Nina throwing up and falling down the stairs, do we?" Irina grinned.
"Who says I even will?" Nina arched her brow, her attention shifting as the Archmeister entered with Tokiha Mai in tow. The Meisters climbed the stairs downwards onto their platform, silently conversing.
"I still can't believe it!" They heard what Mai said. "She's awake?"
"True, but you can't stay here. It would be too hard on the Gakuenchou." Helene pointed out. "Return to your dorm—you're excused from your evening classes." She slipped the spiky-haired student her doctor's card, ushering them away.
"Try not to fall."
"Shut up, Woods."
"...Those kids." Helene shook her head, returning to a solemn mood as she was greeted by the two younger women. "Archmeister, Tokiha."
"Hm." The redheaded royal halted beside the medical-scientist. "Good morning, Doctor." She bowed her head. "How's Natsuki?"
"Go on inside." Helene gestured towards the infirmary. "I'll be here if you need me." Striding towards the super-computer, she sat herself down and got back to work.
Natsuki's ears twitched as the duo arrived. Wearily she struggled to adjust herself before her eyes locked onto the royal. "...Mai?" She asked, cursing as she knocked over a pile of bandages on the side table. Grumbling under her breath, she wondered why there were even so many bandages here. She had been in a coma, not bleeding to death!
Violet and viridian locked, a distance remaining between the two women as they stared. Shizuru waited by the door, giving them privacy.
"Mai… You look so different." Natsuki could only state, confused at being met by an older version of her lost friend. Lifting a hand to her head, she squeezed her eyes closed as her migraine returned.
"Oh, come off it, Natsuki. I'm not that different." Mai wafted her hand, laughing. Approaching the bed, she parked herself down onto the chair that Shizuru and Helene had used previously. "I'm just taller and better built these days." Gripping hold of her knees, she leant closer to the Gakuenchou. "How do you feel?" Her demeanour changed at an instant, a frown marring her brow.
"I feel… really bad. Weak, strange. For the life of me I can't remember anything about the incident. I just…" Natsuki sighed. "I'm so exhausted." Her voice was still a hoarse rasp. "How are you? Where have you been?" She seemed concerned—betrayed? Why on Earl was her mental and physical health seemingly decreasing now?
"Er—" Peering away over to where Shizuru was located in the room, Mai scratched her neck thoughtfully. "Where to begin…" Readjusting their gaze, Mai continued: "To put it simply and blunt? I got lost in the forest just before our graduation. I walked, walked and walked, then before I knew it, I got kidnapped by a catgi—"
"What?" Natsuki's eyebrows furrowed further as her mouth hung open slightly. "A what…?" Staring at the woman incredulously as the information sank in, the Gakuenchou shook her head softly, and rubbed the nape of her neck.
"A catgirl." Mai repeated. "I know it sounds stupid—maybe even insane, but… yeah. The Cat Goddess of the Cat God Mountain on the border of the Black Valley."
Staring transfixed at her old friend, Natsuki closed her mouth. 'Cat God Mountain?' What on Earl? "Did you get your head looked at?" She blurted, ignoring the medical-scientist's snort of amusement from the lab.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me." Mai sighed, slipping a hand underneath her tabard. "I brought a photo just for the occasion." She offered the exhausted Gakuenchou a crinkled monochrome photograph.
Hesitantly taking it, Natsuki stared at the picture. Sure enough, the supposed catgirl and Mai stood side-by-side. "...Wow." She could only mutter, handing it back as confusion refused to relent in her clouded mind. "I… what?" Closing her eyes, she rubbed them for perhaps the millionth time. What is even happening?!
"I know it's hard to take in. I was exactly the same when Mikoto found me. But I think that's enough about me. You want to see Shizuru, right?"
Shizuru? Mai had certainly gotten closer to her Archmeister. "What else has changed since then…?"
"Since when?" The royal seemed puzzled.
"You never used to call her by her forename."
"Oh." Mai realised. "She demanded that I call her by her forename." Maybe the use of her surname made her feel lonely? Mai didn't know. Shizuru had never mentioned anything during their student years, so it may very well be the case.
"I want to get out." Natsuki suddenly declared, lurching forward in an attempt to stand. To her absolute irritation, her legs were totally useless. In spite of this, she lunged for the table, this being the only thing keeping her from collapsing.
"Gakuenchou, please don't be so hasty." Helene had heard the commotion and power-walked her way into the infirmary. "You can't leave yet, you're far too weak—"
"Then stop me being weak!" Natsuki snapped.
The medical-scientist wasn't even fazed by the harsh response. Brushing past Mai, she pressed her hands to the Gakuenchou's shoulders, stabilising her. "How about we wake your nanomachines up first? They're currently dormant; this will speed up the healing process."
"I'll be leaving, Doctor." Mai informed her, Helene nodding in return. "Hey, Natsuki. Listen to her, alright? I'm sure you won't want to disappoint Shizuru."
Disappoint Shizuru? That was an odd statement, and yet Natsuki didn't want to disobey it. Suddenly feeling conflicted, she relented her struggle against her medical-officer. "Mai, I will see you soon." Guided back onto the bed, she pressed the heel of her palm against her brow. "These mood swings…" They were wearing her out entirely.
"It's your first day up, it'll get better." Mai motioned as she left the infirmary. "You'll feel better when your system starts clearing up." With that, the royal departed, passing Shizuru along the way.
Something felt up, Natsuki realised. Not only was Mai acting weird but so was Shizuru and Helene. "What's happening…" She mumbled under her breath, putting her head into her hands.
"It will take time, Gakuenchou." Helene clasped a palm to her shoulder. "Waking from a coma is disorientating; as Tokiha said, the symptoms will die down eventually."
That didn't really help her, did it?
"Natsuki."
Shizuru's mellowing voice immediately relaxed her. Bringing her face from out of her hands, her eyes flew to the small bowl the Archmeister carried. "...What's that?" She eyed it suspiciously, no doubt thanks to her mood swings. Rearing away, Helene easily stabilised her with a hand to the waist.
"Natsuki… calm down." The officer warned.
"Doctor, I will take it from here." Shizuru said as the medical-scientist made way for her. "Natsuki, promise me something." Placing the bowl down atop the chair, she rested her hands against Natsuki's sternum. Instantly, as if under a spell, the Gakuenchou stopped struggling as she faltered against the headboard.
"Promise what?" The younger murmured, evidently confused as her gaze shifted to the bowl. It was just a bowl for the Founder's sake. Why had she acted as if something in there could harm her? Wandering a hand to the back of her skull, she froze as she felt a seam.
"That before you decide anything, that you will not get yourself hurt? I will take care of you. When Natsuki has slept, I will explain what has happened." Shizuru questioned her, not having noticed Natsuki's change in demeanour yet. Taking a cloth from the filled bowl, she wringed the excess water from it. "Does this sound fair?"
"...Yeah. That sounds fair. How much has changed in one year? It's… unreal." Natsuki lamented.
"Shall we awaken those dormant nanomachines now, or when she wakes later?" Helene reentered the infirmary.
"I am here, you know." The Gakuenchou could only grumble.
"What do you think?" Shizuru asked, gently dabbing the cloth along Natsuki's oily face. She eased away as the fabric was taken by the Gakuenchou, the action being taken over.
"...Now." Natsuki mumbled into the cloth.
"Alright." Helene chuckled. "I will enable them through the console." Leaving the chamber for a split second, she returned with a small computer on a trolley. Rolling it over towards the two women, she said: "Excuse me, Gakuenchou." Taking a needle resting on top of the computer, she leaned in close to Natsuki. "I need to wire your GEM to the console." Much to Natsuki's surprise, it turned out that her GEM had a hidden compartment. The needle prised open a tiny hatch on its side that covered a BUS. The medical-scientist pulled at a wire attached to the computer, extending it over towards her. "You may feel a shock when I turn this on." Helene cautioned.
Right at that moment, Helene flicked the console on by its dial. The machine burst into life, and the Gakuenchou jumped.
"Ah?!" Shooting a hand to her ear, Natsuki shot the woman a stare.
"They will hurt for a few hours." The medical scientist casually added, her lips pulling into a smile at the Meister's discomfort.
"You're mean, Doctor." The Archmeister shared in the officer's amusement, despite Natsuki's disheartened expression. Reaching for Natsuki's hand, she squeezed it encouragingly. "The nanomachines will only remain dormant for a few minutes."
A few minutes or not, this felt like an eternity to Natsuki who winced every time a shock pulsed through her. As this continued, her mood began to steadily worsen. She was practically ready to rip the damned wire from her GEM. That was until Helene finally removed it, the console having completed the programme.
"There. All done."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Natsuki itched the shell of her ear. Though this was short lived, as she was now incredibly sensitive—just like the rest of her body. In her veins, the nanomachines came back to life. They wriggled past the blood cells, slithering through her vessels. It felt extremely disturbing. "Ugh. I forgot how much I hated this feeling." Her voice cracked, a nauseous sensation pooling inside of her gut suddenly. Gritting her molars, she angled her torso down and held her head within her hands.
She felt as sick as a dog.
The Gakuenchou was only mildly aware of Shizuru's hand rubbing along her back. As black stars soared into her line of sight, Natsuki cursed whichever Gods' bothered to listen. The sensory overload was so heavy that she could not do anything. Defencelessly, she remained in her position, a hand against her mouth tightly.
At some point a bowl—different from the one full of water—was placed in her lap. At least the medical-scientist was considerate enough to her sickly state. Or, at least Natsuki assumed it had been Helene rather than Shizuru.
"More students have arrived. Call me if you need anything."
"I… I think I'm fine." Natsuki breathed after a drawn out pause. Still feeling fragile, she stayed frozen, glaring into the bowl in her lap. It felt peculiarly inviting. Inhaling deeply, she refrained from getting blinded by the fluorescent lights, lest she'd vomit. "I… Shizuru." She mumbled weakly, somehow appearing even more broken than before. "I don't remember… a lot more than just Aries."
Shizuru glanced towards the lab to Helene who was focused on a group of students. Her heart sank at their reality, rather unsure over what to say. "What seems unclear?" It was a simple question, but one that made her feel awful.
"Everything, I…"
The Archmeister could only helplessly watch the Gakuenchou struggle. Frozen in place, it was only up until Natsuki's hands wrenched into her hair that she pulled out of it. Seizing the younger Meister's hands, her heart shattered upon the next uttered sentence:
"I… Mai told me not to disappoint you. Was I in any… were we together?"
"We…" Shizuru started, her eyes downcasting away from the Gakuenchou. A tremendous weight sank into Shizuru's body at that point. Feeling as though a stack of bricks had landed on top of her, it took her all to not break down. Her throat constricted as she squeezed the woman's hands desperately. "We are—were… partners." The words rolled from the Archmeister's tongue unsettlingly. It sounded unnatural after so long together. Shizuru was at a complete loss.
Partners? Natsuki dared to look at the woman—fluorescent lights be damned. For only a split moment did she catch Shizuru's breakdown. Then, a moment later it was gone. The Archmeister sat straight once more, her hands relaxing in hers. "Shizuru?" She frowned, her concern rising.
"We were lovers."
The Archmeister fired her a smile so abruptly that it unhinged Natsuki. How could somebody hide themselves away so flawlessly like this? Their student years remained mostly intact, but this facade? When did it become so monstrous? "I'm sorry I don't remember." She searched the woman's eyes for any sign of distress. Rather than find anything, her concern grew larger. "Shizuru, you're scaring m—"
"—How are you feeling, Gakuenchou?"
The officer had returned. Much to Natsuki's surprise, she felt relieved by this fact. Sparing a look at Helene, this only lasted a moment until her eyes fell onto Shizuru again. Her murky memories were burdening enough, but Shizuru? It was obvious that the Archmeister had been hit hard by the coma. "I'm… really tired." Natsuki muttered, the syllables rough around her tongue as her fatigue caught up with her. "But do I really have to stay overnight?" Scrunching her face up at the thought, she wondered whether she had memorised the infirmary during her coma. Anything was possible at this rate.
The brunette hummed, pressing a thumbnail to her lips. Studying the Gakuenchou carefully, she edged towards her. "She would certainly recover better in a normal bed—the staff dorms though. She isn't ready for the hike up to the office yet." Taking the torch from her pocket from earlier, Helene flashed the light into Natsuki's eyes. "You look terrible."
Yeah, no kidding? Natsuki eyed her pointedly, far too tired to fight back. That damn wheelchair was then brought over by Shizuru. Though she was grateful she could leave the underground facility, that wheelchair irked her. Before the coma, she had been a competent Otome, now? She may as well be a dried up lettuce left in the sun.
"I advise that she isn't left alone." Helene cautioned the Archmeister as Natsuki steeled herself. "Those nanomachines waking after being dormant for so long may cause trouble."
Nodding dutifully, Shizuru slotted her hands onto the wheelchair's handles. "When should her next appointment be?"
"Tomorrow if she isn't feeling well. A week if she's fine." Turning to the console, she began to wheel it out of the infirmary. "If she cannot remember in due time, her memory may have been affected by the hit, as well as the coma."
Left to their own devices, Shizuru solemnly mused. She had been aware that this could have been possible. But she could never have prepared herself for loss like this. When the news broke that Natsuki had been injured and was placed into a medical coma, she… Swallowing, she retained her train of thought. 'One step at a time.' "Would you like something over you?" She asked Natsuki. "It is quite cold out."
"A blanket, I suppose. If it's cold, I trust your judgement, Shizuru." Natsuki forced a smile as the covers were pulled from her body. The Gakuenchou wondered how negatively she would be affected by the weather now. Having grown up in a cold climate, Windbloom's winters were nothing, but now?
"Alright." A smile tugged on Shizuru's lips. "I am going to lift you up now? Natsuki will need to hold onto me."
"Okay…" Feeling like a child, the Gakuenchou wound her arms around Shizuru's neck. Holding on tight, her fingers curled into her collar. They paused like this for a time, causing Natsuki to wonder why: "Shizuru?"
"You're so thin." Shizuru mumbled into her throat. It was disconcerting how underweight the Gakuenchou was. She would change this, she decided. Pulling an arm around the small of Natsuki's back, Shizuru languidly eased her away from the bed. Unsteadily, Natsuki's feet met the brittle floor.
"I'm not really hungry, either." Natsuki wobbled, her legs like lead as she clung to the woman with all her feeble strength. It was a wonder she hadn't snapped in half.
"Perhaps you will be up to eating something later." Shizuru hovered her over the wheelchair, easing down with her until she was seated securely. She supported her weight into the armrests, checking Natsuki over.
"I will. Maybe porridge." The Gakuenchou monologged, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to get comfortable. This seemed pointless until a cushion was tucked behind her by Shizuru. "Oh, thanks." Pressing her spine into it, the wheelchair now felt somewhat adequate. "That feels better." Certainly not good, but it was better than nothing. Looking up to Shizuru, she passed her a pathetic little smile. "Thanks for taking care of the academy while I was gone—and the future care of myself." She remembered to include.
"Natsuki is a lot more polite." The Archmeister teased, only to sober a moment later: "I am sure she will most definitely look forward to bathing."
It took a brief moment for the Gakuenchou to realise what Shizuru had said. Choking on her own spit, she hurriedly coughed into her fist. "N-no." Pulling her gaze from the woman, she watched her from out of the corner of her eye. The Archmeister who remained leaning against the armrests only smiled. Then, just like that, her demeanour seemingly shifted again.
"Shall we head out? I am sure that your cute students have missed you."
"I suppose they should see me up and about—well, rolling, I guess." Natsuki shook her head at her own lame joke. Leaning forward, she pressed her brow to Shizuru's cheek briefly for affection.
"Is this your muscle memory at work?" Shizuru murmured silently, gesturing to their contact.
"I know that at least you had—or rather have strong feelings for me. I do admire you, and I'd like to remember. If not, then new memories." The Gakuenchou smiled weakly as she pulled away. This was rather overwhelming.
Waving over at Helene who was still swarmed by students, Shizuru rolled them out of the chamber. Taking a turn on the large platform off the side, they arrived at an industrial elevator. Pressing the button, she called it down. "I am sure with experience your old memories will sink back into place."
"Perhaps… Say, did you change my uniform as well?" Natsuki listened to the dull hum of the elevator as it lowered down towards their floor. The trousers had always been rather tight on her and made her stomach feel terrible.
"I did, it should hopefully help you during the cooler days." Shizuru planted her hand atop Natsuki's slender shoulder, squeezing gently. The elevator arrived, and the doors rolled open. "They're a lot warmer." Bringing them inside the lift, Shizuru ordered it up to the classrooms. "More comfortable, as well."
"Thank you." As the elevator jolted back into life, Natsuki mused internally. For the life of her, she couldn't remember her Robe and Element? This was despite the fact she had seen them during her Pearl year when she had received her GEM. Frowning at the sudden realisation, she fiddled with her hands uselessly. How was this possible? "I think I forgot what my GEM is."
"She forgot?"
Sensing the Archmeister's weight lean into the wheelchair, Natsuki hummed in return. "My Element—perhaps even my Robe too. Everything just feels so…" Her face twisted as she searched for the words. "Empty? I know your face, your personality, voice. But the deeper it gets the emptier and…" Trailing off, Natsuki sighed and put her face into her hands.
"I see." Resisting the urge to wrap the woman into a hug, Shizuru lowered her hand to Natsuki's shoulder instead. "Your GEM is called the Ice Silver Crystal. As for your Element, it is an ice cannon. But I am sure once materialising it will sink in for you."
"What if it's changed?"
"If it changes, it changes." Shizuru said simply. Rubbing her fingertips against the nape of Natsuki's shoulder, Shizuru herself wondered about it. Historically Otome have experienced their Elements and even their Robes changing. It was quite uncommon, but not impossible. "Elements have changed throughout Garderobe's history. Our Robes altering is rarer."
The answer seemed to put Natsuki's mind at ease for the time being.
As the elevator's doors opened, Shizuru pulled the wheelchair out of the cramped space. How long would she be stuck in this thing, anyway? Weeks? Months? …Years? Natsuki dreaded the latter option. Surely she was overreacting? "I want to get back into good health as quickly as possible." She decided, pressing her knuckles to her lips in thought. "Maybe porridge." She mumbled under her breath. "Enough protein and vitamins, perhaps a boost for a drink too."
Now this is the Natsuki that Shizuru remembered. Smiling at the oblivious Gakuenchou's back, Shizuru pulled back the sleeve of her uniform to reveal a wristwatch. "It is 7:29am and the 12th February 333."
The 12th? It was two days until Valentine's Day, Natsuki mused. Wincing as the lights within the corridor shone down on her, she lowered her head. "That means the Corals have been here a while."
"Correct."
As they bypassed the circular windows belonging to separate classrooms, Natsuki got a glimpse of some students. Other than the change in uniform and years, nothing else had seemed to have changed. The building's architecture remained the same—which was understandable. Why change what isn't broken? Though, then again, this didn't quite explain the alterations in the first place. Judging by the colour of their collars, these were Corals. A red band ran through the coffee hue, a symbol she couldn't see well brandished atop it.
In fact, the uniform reminded her of an age documented in the Garderobe Archives—Soviet Witches, she believed?
Why could she remember this of all things?
"Where are we heading?"
"To the apartments down the road. It is a new extension by the entrance." Hitting a button by the exit, Shizuru wheeled her out of the now open doorway.
Outside at last, Natsuki breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally!
The air felt neither too cold nor hot. It is perfect. "It's so refreshing." Peering up into the overwhelming azure sky, she grimaced as the Sun's gleam caught her eyes. But what was this about a new extension? "We have new apartments?" She would have assumed they would head straight to her quarters. Or were they theirs? Natsuki scratched her chin in mild concern, her eyes shifting to a gathering of students who had spotted them. "I don't feel up to answering any questions. So if anyone tries stopping us, could you wave them on, Shizuru?"
"Absolutely." Guiding the wheelchair along the path's smooth tiled slabs, Shizuru took a route Natsuki didn't recognise. In the distance the old office quarters could be seen on the mountain's forest edge. This was quickly blocked by the unfamiliar path's avenue of trees which took them down a gentle slope. Down this route is the academy's entrance. The iconic steps leading to the Founder's Memorial are located here.
In this section of the grounds, there were far fewer students. Either way, Natsuki turned her gaze down to her lap, not wanting to be seen in such a weak, pathetic state. She felt invalid—undeserving of her privileged position as Gakuenchou. Feeling Shizuru's palm squeeze against her shoulder again, this soothed her fray nerves a tad. "I'm okay." She lied through her teeth, shaking her head at the declaration.
Things would surely get better… right?
"I know you are lying, Natsuki." The elder uttered from behind her. The hand squeezed harder, but not enough to hurt. "Do not be afraid to tell me, otherwise you will make me worried, no?" Casting an index over Natsuki's shoulder, she pointed out a distant building. "Look, we are almost there."
Taking hold of the Archmeister's hand, Natsuki smiled weakly. "I'll tell you." She promised, letting go of her hand a moment later. Of course Shizuru would see through her, she chastised herself.
The rest of the trek went by in silence as Natsuki absorbed their surroundings. The new apartments were right on the Memorial's pathway beside the entrance's grand gates. She could not remember them and from what Shizuru had said, these were probably built during her coma. They appeared to be loosely inspired off the student dorms, except white and one storey tall.
"You will find the staff here off duty." Shizuru explained as they entered the building. "We started the construction of this building last November. Due to the impending war, House Windbloom is now funding us financially under a Royal Warrant."
Funding by Windbloom itself? A Royal Warrant? Awestruck, Natsuki didn't know what to say. Garderobe had originally been strictly self-funded. It was no secret that they held close ties with Windbloom, but getting funded by them could cause a disastrous butterfly-effect. If a country such as the Artai Principality knew they were being funded, this could create a sticky situation. But, then again, what did Natsuki know? She was just a coma victim who had been dubbed the Office Otome in the past.
Ugh. Office Otome. What kind of lame name is that?!
"Wow." Natsuki muttered in disbelief. Lifting a hand to her brow, she exhaustedly slid the palm down her face. "It's very efficient." Why had she never thought to expand the grounds, exactly? Had she been worried due to unforeseen consequences? She couldn't remember, however Natsuki did know that she despised taking risks. She supposed that she could blame it on being too busy, what with being named the Office Otome. She rolled her eyes at this. "You have done a great job in my absence."
"I am flattered." The Archmeister chuckled quietly. "But Natsuki has all the teachers to thank as well." Wheeling the Gakuenchou towards the corridor, she unpocketted a keychain and hung it before Natsuki. "We are almost there."
"What's that for?" Natsuki blurted, chastising herself a moment later. Why was she so quick to fall into the defensive?
"Silly, Natsuki. We need a key to access my apartment, no?"
"Ah, yeah…" The Gakuenchou could only flush.
"You will be fine." The Archmeister encouraged, halting the wheelchair beside one of the multiple doors in the corridor. Facing the door, her face turned on the Gakuenchou as she inserted the key into the lock.
"I hope I'm not intruding." Natsuki murmured, arching her head to look past Shizuru. Realising her mistake, she frowned a moment later, her words becoming lost. "I… I mean… since we're together, right?" 'Are we?' She echoed, wondering how far behind she was compared to the Archmeister. Would Shizuru even still want her at this point? Did she want Shizuru? It was obvious that she needed her.
As the door swooshed open, Shizuru stood there silently.
"Do you even still want me?"
Spinning around, Shizuru knelt towards Natsuki, balancing out their height. "Of course I still want you! Never think for a second that I would not." She admonished, capturing the Gakuenchou's hands underneath hers. "Never believe that you are not worthy. Natsuki proved herself to me long ago. It does not matter if you do not remember." Easing down onto her knees, Shizuru's expression softened as she exhaled a breath. Sweeping her crimson gaze across Nasuki's, she squeezed her hands. "What is important is that you're awake now. My prayers are answered."
Shizuru prayed? Natsuki was at a loss, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous inside the corridor. Glancing around, she forced a smile at Shizuru. "I'm sorry, I had no idea." Twisting her wrists, she returned the hold with the Archmeister. "I hope I remember."
"That is all that is important."
Rolled into the apartment, Natsuki curiously looked around. It certainly suited Shizuru, that much was obvious. The apartment was neither too small nor big; the perfect space for two to live here happily. Beside the window on the opposite end was a settee with a coffee table. Papers were stacked upon the oak which all she could assume was paperwork. Bookshelves neatly lined this side of the room without an electronic in sight. To the right of the settee was an open doorway leading to the bedroom. Meanwhile to their side was a kitchenette. Unsurprisingly, the supplies for tea were in easy reach.
"What papers are you working on?" She asked as she veered her focus back onto the coffee table.
"A recreational garden for the students and staff. Doctor Helene recommended it. Mental illness has been a large concern this year." Shizuru said as she locked the door, placing the key onto the kitchenette counter.
"A garden?" Natsuki lit up. "I think I would like that."
Hadn't she refused to admit she appreciated flowers back when she was a student or something? How silly. But there was something grating on Natsuki's mind; there was a hidden memory regarding the garden, wasn't there? Her forehead wrinkled as she furrowed her brow in thought.
"Yet Natsuki did not like flowers in the past." The Archmeister laughed softly.
"That's because you made sexual innuendos about lilies—" Realising she had remembered something, she froze. Chewing her bottom lip, Natsuki whacked her brain to remember more. Alas, she couldn't, and glared into the carpet in frustration. She hated this.
"You're remembering?" Shizuru dared to ask, bringing Natsuki over to the settee.
"I, huh… sort of." Natsuki grumbled. "Nothing else came to mind."
That was unfortunate. "Would she like to sit down on the settee as I prepare something to eat? Are you hungry?" The Archmeister asked, feeling rather deflated that Natsuki could not remember.
"Yeah. I guess?"
This time it was more difficult on Natsuki as she was hauled up by the older woman. Snaking her arms around the Archmeister's shoulders, Natsuki couldn't help herself. It was infuriating how familiar this felt yet how empty her mind was. How could somebody forget their own lover?! How on Earl had she forgotten their years spent together? Founder, she isn't even sure how old she is!
Once eased down onto the settee, Natsuki felt like she was in heaven. Her back was supported perfectly. Sighing a breath of relief, she leaned her head back. "You're a lifesaver."
"So is Natsuki." Shizuru murmured into her ear, earning a shiver before moving away. "I am afraid I do not have porridge, but I do have vegetable soup."
"T-That would be perfect—please." Natsuki pressed a hand to her ear nervously.
As the Archmeister started to rummage inside the kitchenette, Natsuki looked down at her hands. The skin was incredibly pale and veins were easily seen. It made her feel vaguely sick as she twisted her hand around, staring at her palm. Enclosing her hand, she scrunched her face in mild discomfort. Noticing her thumbnail however, she hesitantly loosened her fist. Her nails seemed to have been taken care of, nicely trimmed and even buffed.
It was obvious that the Archmeister had been visiting her this whole time.
"Be careful, it is still hot." Shizuru murmured in warning. Leant down towards Natsuki, a bowl of steaming soup atop a plate was within her grasp. "Would she like a spoon, or is she fine without it?"
"Spoon, please." Natsuki smiled up to her, lifting her hands to carefully accept the plate. A towel was underneath the plate to protect her lap from the heat. Her Archmeister was so considerate. "Ah, I should eat this at the table." She didn't want to end up spilling anything.
Crimson orbs became thoughtful as Shizuru mused. "I will return shortly." Gently taking the bowl from the younger woman, she placed it onto the coffee table. "Miss Maria might have something to help." Grabbing the key, the Archmeister unlocked the door.
"Shizuru, wait! Ah... I can't move." Natsuki murmured softly, wondering where the old veteran's room even was. She sat against the settee, thankful it was at least more comfortable than the wheelchair.
Perhaps for the umpteenth time that day, she peered around curiously.
If her memory served correctly, the last building to be constructed was her office and quarters. This had been around a century ago. Now that she thought about it, it did seem rather odd that it had taken so long for expansion to occur.
As the minutes passed, she was just beginning to get worried when Shizuru returned. The Archmeister shut the door before locking it—a tray under her arm.
So that's what she went for. "Oh." Natsuki's interest piqued at the Archmeister's return. Not wishing to be lost inside of her own head for too long, she said: "I thought you were going to be gone for longer."
"Miss Maria has taken a liking to filing her paperwork here."
In the comfort of her own living space? Natsuki had always figured that Miss Maria was far too dutiful to even consider working outside of her office.
Gliding over towards the shorter Meister, Shizuru clipped the sides of the tray to rest either side of Natsuki. "She just finished using it. Natsuki is lucky."
Giving a face at that, Natsuki shook her head minutely, raven locks brushing her cheeks as her hair swayed behind her. "I must be due for a trim by now." She murmured absent-mindedly before she looked up to Shizuru again. After another moment, her demeanour changed: "Are you alright with this?" She spoke seriously. It had to be discussed sooner rather than later.
Saying nothing, Shizuru tilted her head, holding the plate with the soup on top. 'Whatever does she m—ah...' She stood straight, placing the soup onto the tray before sitting next to the fellow Column. "... As long as she is alright with this." Shizuru said carefully, pausing. "Recovering will take time, but I believe Natsuki has more than enough potential to recollect her memories. I will wait for however long it takes." The Archmeister smiled, capturing the younger Otome's hand between her own.
Unable to hide a smile, Natsuki's hand tightened just a bit onto Shizuru's own. "Thank you... I know you are not as weak-willed as others who would not dare to invest repeated time if their—hm, partner were to forget as I have." Focusing on the task at hand once more, Natsuki looked to the tray. "I'm really hungry."
"Then eat." The brunette laughed softly. "I am not about to stop her." Besides, that little wait would have cooled the soup down a little.
Somewhat embarrassed, the Gakuenchou grasped onto her spoon, pleased that the soup was cool as she heartily dug in. Manners would be for after, right now, she was far too hungry to care. Chewing was a major task, as was keeping her face clean.
It took her a long while to finish it, and by around midway Shizuru had gone to file the paperwork she had pending. Yet, even when she sat in such a relaxed manner with the papers on her lap, she somehow managed to appear so graceful.
Grasping a napkin, Natsuki splayed it out and wiped her face, including a bit of mess on the tray as well. "That was good..." She murmured softly, flushing as she looked towards the elder once she was finished cleaning. "It kind of exhausted me." Shy to admit it, the Gakuenchou sighed; Emerald glancing over to a clock. It was definitely not late, barely a few hours after lunch, but nonetheless she was so tired.
"Then would Natsuki like to sleep?" Shizuru pondered aloud to her, pressing the papers and pen down onto her lap. Glancing over towards her, she offered to remove the tray.
"Please." Natsuki felt as though she was a child again. Inwardly she cursed as the flush refused to depart from her face. "Ah... I don't want to take your bed, though."
"Do not be silly: Natsuki must remember who she is speaking to." The Archmeister teased softly, shuffling the paperwork and placing it onto the coffee table. Rising from the settee, she motioned to the Gakuenchou: "Now," she briefed; "Hold onto me tightly." She lowered her arms down either side of Natsuki, easing closer to the Gakuenchou's level.
"Ah, right. We are, um—together." Natsuki murmured with another blush, reaching up to wrap her arms around Shizuru's neck. During her student years she had entertained the idea of dating the Archmeister. But garnering the courage to actually do it was another level entirely. From what memories were stored within her mind, she could only remember a severe anxiety. At some point she had steeled herself to ask Shizuru, but had failed to do so. She mildly wondered who had been the one to ask for a date—Shizuru, most likely?
Thankfully she could still remember their years together as students, but those years as the Gakuenchou? That was out of the question altogether. Had she forgotten something else? Natsuki didn't kno—Feeling her stomach flip without warning, she yelped. The Archmeister had hooked her arms around her shoulders and the underside of her knees, flawlessly scooping her up.
"What has Natsuki so distracted?" Shizuru hid a smirk at the yelp, cradling the younger Column closer to herself in case she had truly startled her. "There, there…"
"S-Shizuru?! Stop teasing!"
"Oh, my; teasing? How so?" Shizuru walked them past the settee and through the open doorway.
"Cradling me like a baby..." Natsuki fussed, her cheeks flushing for what felt like the thousandth time. If she had the ability, she might've ushered Shizuru away from her. But alas, as it was, she could hardly even stand. "Ah." Remembering just now that Shizuru had been filing paperwork, she asked: "Will you be doing any more paperwork tonight?"
"No. It is almost ready to be sent to Miss Maria."
"Thank you for doing this, Shizuru." Natsuki rambled, clearing her throat. To get through this, she needed to stop feeling like a child. Being placed down onto the bed, the sheets were softer than the ones in the infirmary. but a faint whimper escaped her lips when her head met the pillow. A dull ache was still prevalent, her features contorting into nausea.
Ah, she… how Natsuki wished she could remember everything.