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Natsuki dragged her feet, as if walking slowly would delay the inevitable. She knew she'd have to face Shizuru sometime, she just wish it wasn't today.
Maybe in 20 years, or so, I'd be okay.
A deep sigh, and she straitened and walked toward the door to her classroom. As if it wasn't enough to have to see Shizuru, but repeating all of High school? That was just too much. She remembered how Shizuru had suggested that maybe she shouldn't graduate, but stay in school with her, and then later, after the karaoke, inviting Natsuki to her 'party'.
I should have seen it coming! Why couldn't she understand?
"Natsuki-chan." The quiet voice of Shizuru brought Natsuki crashing back to reality.
"Sh-sh-shizu-ru." She stuttered.
"Please follow me." Shizuru turned and, as she was the Director, Natsuki had no choice but to follow.
What the hell am I going to do? Oh shit! Oh shit!
Shizuru led her back out the building, toward the Director's Mansion.
Her mansion.
The bell rang. It was a long shot, but, "Um, Shizuru, I'm going to be late for class…"Natsuki tried.
Shizuru turned and smiled her big fake smile, "Don't worry Natsuki-chan, I'll write you a pass."
"Oh, um, thank you." Natsuki quietly said. One of the things that bothered her about Shizuru was her ability to mask herself so well. And she did it in such a way that you couldn't disagree with her.
I wonder if I've ever really seen the real her? Unless that time she lost her mind was the real her…She could really be a loony!
Natsuki followed Shizuru into her large plush office.
"Have a seat, Natsuki-chan." Shizuru said as she sat behind her oversized desk. Natsuki sat in one of the cushy chairs opposite Shizuru.
Shizuru's mind was buzzing. She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do, which was rare for her. None of her thoughts showed on her porcelain face, unlike Natsuki, whose expressions she could easily read.
"You are probably wondering why I asked you here, Natsuki-chan." Shizuru watched as her dearests' face crunched and turned slightly red. Shizuru knew what she was thinking. "It's regarding your attendance record." Natsuki's face relaxed and she let out a small sigh of relief.
"I know I need to repeat-" Natsuki began, but Shizuru chose to cut her off.
"No. That's the reason I asked you here. I have found an alternative." Natsuki's surprise was so great her mouth opened.
"Y-you have?" She asked, shocked.
"Yes, but you may chose to repeat if you don't like the alternative." This time, Natsuki's face darkened and Shizuru imagined Natsuki, coming up with the evil plots Shizuru might have in store. "You can study after school, with me."
"Sh-shizuru!" Natsuki's face was now a shade of red, "I, I, ugh!" She screeched in frustration, and leapt out of her chair.
Shizuru sat quietly while Natsuki fumed and eventually, calmed down enough to sit down.
"I...…I know…...You don't...…I…...It's…...I understand." Shizuru had a difficult time coming up with the right words.
For a moment, her mask broke, a tear slipped out. But, the next moment, it was gone, wiped away by a casual hand, and the mask was back.
"Shizuru..." Natsuki wasn't sure whether to shout at her, or comfort her.
"In any case, you should tell me by the end of the day." Shizuru's voice was slightly sharper than usual, but her big fake smile was back.
"I…yes, Fujino-sama." Natsuki was rather pleased to see the small shock that crossed Shizuru's face at the sound of the formal title, even if it only lasted about half a second before the smile was back.
Natsuki left the office, twice as worried and confused as she had been ten minutes before.
Shizuru leaned back, and contemplated what had just occurred.
It was better than I expected.
She was relieved that they hadn't talked about the last time they saw each other.
It was foolish of me. She thought, as she remembered.
"Guess it's just us."
"Oh, alright," Natsuki replied rather nervously. She sat down on the couch. She was tense; sitting on the very edge of her seat.
Shizuru went to her kitchen, and returned with a bottle of Champaign and two glasses.
This is it.
She carefully poured the drinks, and handed one to Natsuki. She sat down next to her…
A commotion outside brought her back to the present. She rose, and walked to her window, and what she saw made her giggle.
Natsuki was standing over some boy, a 1st year by the look of him. A rather large group of people encircled them, and the boy looked terrified. He had fallen and his eye was starting to swell; the contents of his book bag were strewn across the pavement. Natsuki was shouting, though her words were unintelligible. After a few moments of ranting, she gave him a nasty hand sign and stormed away, knocking over a few people who didn't move out of her way quickly enough.
Don't mess with her.
Natsuki was furious with herself.
Why did I loose control like that? He just asked me out, why did I freak?
She didn't know the answer.