A/N #1: Uhhh...sorry? -meek smile-
A/N #2: Might be a tad short. Sorry about that. Wanted to get a chapter out for you guys since you've waited for so long...again, sorry about that. Real life...well, you know how it goes. Also, I haven't been in the mood to write. Hopefully all fans of this story will be here with me when I update this. Thanks for waiting, and sorry for making you wait.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mai HiME, only the idea of this story. I also don't own any of the quotes I use from movies/shows/various other anime. If you can point them out, awesome. If not...well, awesome.
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"I thought she said she's never played?" Viola mused as she sat on the bench, watching her husband play tennis with Shizuru's supposed fiancé. "For his first time, he's doing...well."
"Ara, I find it easier to keep up with what my Rellan can't do as opposed to what he can." Shizuru said proudly. Confident as she may be, she was starting to get worried.
Hiro had showed up as he said he was going to and had promptly challenged Natsuki to various contests to prove he was the better man...after figuring out the rather feminine looking person he was talking to was indeed a man. After muttering a quick apology, he continued on his tirade until Natsuki accepted, though reluctantly.
Since then Natsuki had proven herself to be a magnificent painter, an unbeatable chess player, an outstanding cook, a superb debater, and a rather impressive marksman.
"And after all that, she's proving himself to have unmatched stamina as she's now outlasted that fool Hiro and my husband is about to collapse." Viola said out loud. "My, if word got out of your fiancé being...insatiable, I'm afraid you couldn't hold onto him."
"Would you like to bet on that?" Shizuru's eyes narrowed at several of the maids who were looking at Natsuki with what could only be described as fangirl eyes. It only slightly disturbed her that some of the butlers were doing it as well.
Viola looked up into her daughter's face and gave a small smirk. "Ara, so determined." she gave a soft chuckle. "I doubt he's going anywhere, dear. He seems to have eyes only for you." she gave a mock sigh of distress. "The curse of being Fujino women, I'm afraid."
"Yes, how wretched." Shizuru could only roll her eyes, a habit she had formed being around Natsuki. A anguished cry coming from the direction of the court caught her attention and she quickly looked, only to see her father on his knees, pounding the tennis floor.
"Curses!!" he cried. "Almost...almost!!"
Natsuki shook her head, giving a easy winning smile that sent several maids to dream land. "No worries, Fujino-san...it's just a game."
"A game you thrashed me at. And this fool as well. At the same time." Sanoshi pulled his shirt up and wiped his brow. "You said you've never played."
"I haven't." Natsuki rested her racket on her shoulder, giving a soft sniff. "I'm a quick study."
"Quick isn't the word for it boy!!" Sanoshi roared, then began laughing uproariously. "You will give me many talented grandchildren boy, I can feel it!!." Before she knew it, Sanoshi was by her side, pulling her in close as he whispered into her ear. "Are you on that, boy? I mean, weddings can wait, after all..."
"FATHER!!" Shizuru yelled, standing up. "You never were that quiet you know!!"
"Ah...haha...ha..." Sanoshi gave a small stuttering laugh before looking to the butlers that were bringing out large trays of food. "Ah!! Saved by the lunch bell!! Come, let us feats before returning to the game of kings!!"
"Ano, Fujino-san...I thought you said golf was the game of kings?" Natsuki asked as she followed her girlfriend's father. "You said that right before we started in tennis."
"I lied." Sanoshi deadpanned before giving Natsuki narrow look. "Okay, I didn't lie. But I'm not letting you anywhere near a golf course, understand?"
"That's quite cruel of you, Sanoshi." Viola said as she joined them. "Afraid of a little competition?"
"No, you know I'm not." Sanoshi huffed. "I'm just afraid he'll break all my records at the club!! I can't have that you know!!"
"Hai, hai." both Fujino women said in perfect sync. Shizuru pulled Natsuki in close and gave her a small peck on the cheek. "How are you, dear Rellan? Tired?"
"Nothing I cannot handle, love." Natsuki smiled into Shizuru's crimson orbs, a real smile. "Spending time with your family was a wonderful idea."
"And Hiro?"
"Well...eh...can't be all perfect, can it?" Natsuki heaved a sigh gave Shizuru a look. At the soft laughter of the elder female Fujino they both turned to her.
"I'm sorry...you look like a lost puppy." Viola continued to laugh, though trying to suppress it with an elegant hand. "It's too adorable, really..."
"I'm not a puppy." Natsuki deadpanned, only making the elder laugh harder, and this time Sanoshi joined at seeing Natsuki's indignant look. She pulled her bottom lip out into a pout and looked at Shizuru, only to see her love trying very hard to suppress her own laughter. "Oi...not you too?"
"I'm sorry, Rellan dear..." Shizuru began to chuckle. "Your blush...your look...you're just too perfect is all."
"Am not..." Natsuki bowed her head, suddenly finding the ground very interesting, only further encouraging the Fujino trio to laugh harder.
"Well, it all must come to an end, after all." Sanoshi sighed. "You leave tonight and after that we won't see any of you until the school year ends." he gave a small pout of his own. "And here I've been enjoying myself this past month."
"Except for Hiro." Viola muttered. Everyone silently agreed.
"Well, this is your last night here Rellan." Sanoshi gave Natsuki a wink. "Make it count."
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They were alone, and while her usual mask wasn't up Natsuki still felt drained. She released herself from her chest bindings and put on a shirt and some sweatpants before joining Shizuru on the couch in front of the television. Massive bedrooms such as hers are more or less the size of your average suburban house, after all...nothing but the best for a Fujino.
"Natsuki?"
"Hm?"
"I like your smile." Shizuru's face was glowing. "Your real smile, I mean. Not the one from before."
"What can I say? You bring it out in me." Natsuki said, truthfully. So maybe she didn't feel as dead inside. She knew there was one more obstacle she needed to overcome before she could consider herself 'cured'.
The past month was n interesting ride for Natsuki. She had to spend two days after her emotional connection with Shizuru in the bed because the trauma of having regained the use of her emotions kept her down and out. Shizuru didn't leave her side unless it was to get her something to eat or to go to the bathroom. When she had come in to find her mother silently cooing Natsuki she just about lost it, but thankfully her mighty aura prevented Viola from going any further...or coming back after Shizuru's rather vicious tongue thrashing.
It was odd to Natsuki to be treated in such a way. Yes, her skills were numerous and would only grow larger. But her knowledge on how to woo such a woman was sadly scarce and it scared her. But she ran various scenarios in her head and came out with only one that would work on someone as outgoing, blunt and...well, wonderful as Shizuru Viola.
Shizuru had turned back to the television, waiting for Natsuki to crawl onto the couch so they could cuddle. Looking up, she saw Natsuki looking at her with an intent look. After a sly grin spread across her face, she turned around and bunched up her shirt, slowly taking it off as she headed towards the bedroom.
"N-n-natsuki?" Shizuru's eyebrows nearly shot off her face as she saw Natsuki wasn't wearing her usual bra. Her jaw dropped as Natsuki stopped for only a moment as she stuck her thumbs inside the waistband of he sweatpants and bent over to pull them down unessassarily slow, revealing no panties and a rather shapley ass.
Shizuru swallowed. Hard.
"Natsuki...what are you doing."
"Me?" Natsuki looked behind her shoulder. "No, dear, us. We're going to have sex now."
Shizuru's mind went blank.
"Now?"
"Yes. Now."
"Sex?"
"Yes darling, sex?"
"Now. With naked Natsuki?"
"Yes love...with naked Natsuki. Now."
"Natsuki...sex...now?"
"Now. Or never."
Shizuru pounced.
