Our Story
By Kitara Lira
Chapter Eight: Initial Meetings… Aren't Always Perfect
Morning class had to have been the worst class Natsuki had ever attended in her entire life. Normally she would have been able to shrug off any distasteful looks, but first class happened to be the one the bluenette shared with a certain red head - a very upset and over protective red head.
Flashback
Natsuki stepped forward, extending her hand, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, please don't…" The hand stopped as Natsuki noticed something in the other woman's eyes; fear. Clutching the violin and bow closer to her own chest, the woman took another step back as Natsuki had taken one forward. The woman however had no where to go as she hit the chain linked fence that encased that particular section of the roof. About to say something in a hope to calm the girl and show her that she meant no harm Natsuki opened her lips. But the words were never allowed to leave her lips.
The door to the roof slammed open and from behind an all too familiar voice called out, "Shizuru are you… Kuga? Get the fuck away from her!" Natsuki turned around just in time to catch a pair of hands going for the second time that day to her collar, the figure tossing her to the side and making there way to the violinist.
Everything happened so fast, it was baffling. One moment Natsuki was lost in such a breathtaking melody and the next thing she knew the woman playing had stopped. She was absolutely terrified of Natsuki, and when the bluenette tried to comfort her, she was thrown upon the dusty rooftop as if she were an old rag. There comforting the brunette - something Natsuki wanted to be doing - was Nao. A faint click from behind and Natsuki turned to notice a woman with cyan coloured hair leaning against the frame of the door.
"Are you okay Ruru? Did she touch you anywhere?" The woman still had not spoken, but she shook her head as if to indicate no. This however did not stop Nao's next comment, as she glared back at Natsuki, "I swear if she did anything to you Ruru… don't worry Miyu and I will take care of her."
It was the first time she spoke, and the first time Natsuki had ever felt so weak in the knees (even if she was sitting), "Nao-chan please… I'm okay…" Whispered the woman softly, while tugging at the sleeve of the red head's jacket, "I was just playing and I didn't realized… please don't hurt her Nao," Crimson eyes looked pleadingly at Nao, then at the cyan haired woman, "Miyu, please?"
Nao was about to speak, no doubt in a not so pleasant notion towards the already forcefully seated bluenette, but was stopped by the one called Miyu. No longer leaning against the frame of the doorway, Miyu strode until she stood next to Shizuru, the two falling into what appeared like a staring contest. Minutes of silence trickled away and still nothing. Natsuki was in awe, Nao was getting upset and Shizuru and Miyu seemed to be discussing silently through telepathy.
"Shizuru says she is alright Nao and I believe her. That girl didn't touch her. Let's go home." And just like that Natsuki's fate had been decided. Miyu, the tallest of the three watched carefully as Shizuru rushed to put away her violin. Once the instrument was safely in its confines, Shizuru handed the case to Miyu who willingly accepted it. Then the two turned to leave, leaving a rather flustered Nao for but a moment.
"O-o-oi! Yu-yu! You can't just go deciding things on your own!" The red head stormed up to the trio who had just passed Natsuki. The two continued onwards, but Nao stopped, casting her gaze down to the bewildered woman, "You were lucky this time Kuga, but if I ever see you so much as look at Shizuru in an odd way," An evil grin crept onto the corner of her lips, "Let's just say Miyu isn't always around to stop my better judgement." With that she was gone, following the other two down the steps, back within the darkness of the school.
Natsuki's eyes hung wide with shock. What the hell… had just happened?
End Flashback
Thus, the entire first class had been spent with Nao sitting off to the right side of the class a few rows back, glaring daggers into her backside. It had certainly made it difficult to concentrate on the Sensei's words. After all when you have someone screaming death at you through their eyes, one doesn't tend to focus too well on other tasks.
An elongated sigh resonated from the bluenette as the bell rung indicating second class. Perhaps Traditional Literature Studies would be a more pleasant class. Apparently it was one that was shared by her entire homeroom. Stuffing the notepad and pen into her bag, Natsuki took her belongings. It was only the second day, but thanks to last night Natsuki had the entire campus mentally mapped. Thus finding her next class or any of her classes for that matter would be a breeze.
Before her next class, hand poised over the handle of the sliding door, Natsuki paused. Emerald eyes opened wide as the events of yesterday reran through her vision. The roof; the fight with Takishi; lunch; the fight with Nao; first class. First class; homeroom; the girl – the one who had played the violin - she was the girl who had been so awestruck by the world outside. She was the one who hadn't paid an ounce of attention to the lecture. She was the one who Natsuki couldn't help but remember: Shizuru.
Author note: Before you all want to kill me I just want to say I love you all very much!! I honestly was not expecting to get fifteen reviews. You all have just made my last two days.
Okay, now you can kill me, I've said my peace. Haha, I noticed a few "Yay! Shizuru/Natsuki interaction!" And ah... I did not chuckle as that would be cruel. No, more I thought: "Shit, I should hurry and write some of that before I get my ass BBQ'ed" Yep, that is most certainly what I thought.
So I'm getting my bottom on it! I'm trying to write some ShizNat interaction... yeah.... about that...
Anyways, review time! Make me even happier and get me more than fifteen reviews? That way I'll post a chapter... on the weekend?