Jaych
Forgotten 3
Tact
Disclaimers in previous chapters, enjoy. Oh wait, I'm a Rei/Yoshino fan too.
Yumi had heard the door rattling and thought it was their weight. Then she had heard muffled voices and blamed it on her own labored breathing. Then Yoshino charged through the door and Yumi felt herself fall back into the table, flailing wildly with her arms, only to catch the table cloth before hitting the floor next to everything that was on the table.
"Ow," Yoshino heard the whine coming from the floor but was caught in Sei's gaze. Clearly the older girl had been taking lessons from Youko and Sachiko because when her eyes locked with Yoshino's violet, the first year student knew she should have just left her scarf. Rei had made it for her. Rei, who would be standing at the gate wondering where her cousin had gone.
Without ever breaking her line of sight with Yoshino or the door, Sei reached down to help Yumi up. Her face never became tender, but Yoshino was familiar with a possessive glare and gesture. She had practically perfected it, just like Yumi had perfected the art of breaking serious moments without a clue as to whatever could be happening. Yumi would be getting a phone call much later, but for now Yoshino was still pinned in place by the tall blonde's eyes.
"Ow, thanks, Sei," Yumi mumbled, attempting to untangle herself from the table cloth. "And, Yoshino," the brunette continued, seemingly oblivious to her current state of disarray, "I'm glad to see you so, energetic, huh? Just stop practicing your, uh, new moves on doors I guess."
Yoshino snapped her attention away from Rosa Gigantea and took the opportunity to help her classmate replace the table settings. Yumi would tug her skirt here, or adjust her collar there, in quick efforts of restoring the peaceful, calm, and certainly not lascivious appearance all girls of the Lillian academy were expected to present. The slight girl, however, recognized the flush Yumi couldn't cover with her collar, the sweat dampening her bangs and the sounds coming from the meeting room suddenly made sense. She would have to leave now. Where was her cell phone? Where was Rei, damnit?
Yoshino lightly slapped at Yumi's hands, now constantly fluttering over her uniform. "Yumi, stop it you look fine, and so does the table. Hey there's my scarf," the girl whirled around and violet eyes found Sei with her back to the door, an amused grin replacing the earlier look she had never seen on the usually care free face. "In…your hands! Thanks! I had better get going," and Yoshino played her only trump, "Rei's waiting for me at the gate, and she's getting worried if my phone's vibrating is any guess. I, uh, I'll see you in class tomorrow, Yumi."
Yumi's classmate headed to the door, nervous that Sei would not be scared by the threat of Rei's observational skills and presence, but found the blonde was moving back slightly, hand still holding the home made scarf. "Okay Yoshino. Thank you for cleaning up and," Sei paused to hand the younger girl her scarf, and leaning in close finished with a whisper, "being so tactful. Rei should be proud."
Yoshino snatched her scarf and was halfway through the door before parting with her own retort, "I'm sure Shimako would say you've come a long was as well, Sei."
Yumi looked at the table, neat and orderly. She looked at Sei, beautiful and fierce. Then Yumi looked at the closed door, filling the room with vague echoes. She grabbed the blonde's hand with her own, squeezing tight. "I know a lot just happened, but what did I miss?"