I updated! Woo! And humor to teh maximum! I try to get over the 1,500 vantage point but as an average, I am writing more– for chapters, I try to at least write over 2,000 words sometimes, if I'm tired and lazy, it'll be the normal of 1,500. That said, onwards!

Oh, and I'm sure you can find what she likes! It's obvious when I write about Chikane. She's such a fun character! :D

Mood: lazy. So it's 1,516 words.

plan two: to acknowledge

Why did Himeko have to ruin her fun? Chikane wondered through the morning. She remembered the surreptitious glances Himeko gave her as they ate. The tension was killing her on the inside! Chikane sniffled the blood that wanted to leak out back. Her hands patting her pockets for any tissue paper.

Though, she stopped, realizing that from any on-lookers, it would look weird as to why she was needing tissue paper. No doubt, it would cause concern for "Miya-sama". Not that she cared what they thought, she had important situations to handle.

Of course, Chikane did wonder what Himeko was trying to prove by avoiding her. This was not how she wanted her plan to be executed as such…

What is Himeko doing with Oogami? Hopefully not another date. She grimaced, but what was she expecting? For Himeko to suddenly say that she felt the same way? No. She is simply wanting me to say it. She hummed to herself in agreement. Turning away from the scene of Himeko and Oogami less than a body apart. She's mine. She never realized she was gravitating towards the petite blonde without even knowing it before she stopped and reluctantly turn back.

Two could play at that game.

Never did she act so irrationally when she walked back to the Student Council building. Maybe it was the hint of jealousy that boiled in her veins. But before she could concentrate on work, the door opened and a student– a girl, certainly a fan girl underclassman or an assistant of the Vice President– came in, holding papers to her chest.

Inwardly, she wondered why the people of the Student Council thought she was invincible when it came to paperwork. A wince kept in check when she saw the many papers.

The girl noticed, for she flushed before clarifying. "The Vice President wants you to review the suggestion of making another club after she had to consider the fact that we won't have a happy student body system if we don't. Half the papers are done, you just need to give consent."

The Himemiya smiled lazily, a bit grim, but she felt compelled to do so after the assistants' efficiency at explaining. She was rewarded with a blush, but it didn't compare to the lovely shade Himeko had.

There really was no one who could ever come close to the innocent beauty Himeko held. Not that she kept track of how she transformed from a girl to a lady that could be worshiped. Chikane watched the girl walk out dreamily, she suspected what exactly the V.P wanted her to look over– but first, she needed to write down her thoughts.

When she opened her bag, she leaned down the floor, bent under the desk level to find her journal and trusty pen.

Satisfied, she pulled the writing journal on her lap and popped the cap off the elegant pen.

*
Himeko can be as selfish as she wants. As long as she is happy. Is this what love does? The power of love that blinds me to eternally pledge my heart for Himeko. She can hurt me, worry me, but never can she stop this liquid lava that warms me. I wonder– if her mind understands that she can do as she wants– always what she wishes for is my bidding.

Her power over me is my weakness, but her heart is my strength. Would that make sense if I wrote a poem and compared her to an apple? She is sweet– though I have yet to taste those lips– when I hunger in my dreams. Her body is driving me crazy– these hands of mind want to do more than grazing smooth porcelain skin, they want to feed the fire roaring in the pit of my stomach.

Does she know how much I want to do so much more? It's more than frustrating and teasing.

At nights I hold myself back– from going to her room and wanting to embrace her, whisper sweet nothings in her ears– and I find myself having erotic dreams of passionate abandons with her.

Can she feel my heart beat when I hug her lovingly? The me underneath wants to act as such.

Doesn't she hear my heart beats? I am starting to doubt if she feels the same.

Her avoiding me this morning, though I did not act hurt, stabbed me in the heart. It is a distant pain that numbs my heart from feeling, which is bad.

Can she hear my cries for help when I need her by my side?

I used to be unperturbed by nothing. Love was a foreign concept to me. It hadn't bothered me, until Himeko entered my life so innocently. The disease weakened me, strengthened me, it had me in pain after realizing from a while of being her friend– I'm attracted to a girl. I am in love with Himeko. My tears finally escaped.

It feels wonderful, I feel confused and happy. I don't think Himeko will figure out my plan now.
*

Chikane sighed, closing the journal, wiping away the tears.

A girl in love, at first, wouldn't confess to their object of that love until they saw signs that they felt the same way because, before, they were blind that what they wanted; the answer to all their questions, was right in front of them.

Even though from afar, it could look like they were together because of how close they were, but in honesty, Himeko was only having a conversation while she was thinking of a charming feminine face, deceptive sapphire eyes that stole her breath away, and a tall toned body that was cool in the summers and heated in the winters along with a tenor voice that would always have her in a daze.

It worked many times to keep attracting Himeko when she went to join Chikane on her bed secretly. Always to find herself in bed with the one she loves during mornings, it never failed to make her heart skip a beat at being so close.

Sometimes, she would lean in, eyes that were focused on full lips parted and teasing her, but never did she close the space despite as her lips tingled for the delicious contact. Only once did she kiss Chikane; that happened during one random night when she decided to see what it felt like to kiss.

When her lips first touched Chikane's, her mind imploded on itself, and it was then she first felt desire pouring in.

It was also then that she vowed never to kiss Chikane without permission. She swore she touched Heaven at the one-sided kiss.

"Kurusugawa-san?" Oogami's face was in front of hers, she uneasily moved back.

"Um, I have to go!" See Chikane. She must be doing Student Council activities. Himeko felt her lips pull into a tight smile. As nervousness ate her stomach, she almost ran to where Chikane surely was. Not that she longed to see Chikane. But it felt as though– when her abdomen tightened in anticipation. She wondered why Chikane loves her, it always haunted her thoughts. She was plain, she was– scared. What if Chikane found someone else and decided her love was fake?– pained to even think about that.

Chikane should know. How she felt. She shouldn't have to suffer so when she felt the same way. When she wanted to kiss Chikane.

Her feet took a short cut across the trimmed grass, as her heart gained confidence when she saw the building looming up ahead.

Now, what will happen? Will Himeko forget about her sixth sense?

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*I should mention that this is a short story of five or so chapters. :3