The Spica girl's emotions were frantic, but her movements were anything but. With as much grace and care as she could, Kaname hefted the red head on to her back. She was surprised to find how light Nagisa was concerning how many sweets she eats. Aside from the shock, Kaname started her trek back towards Strawberry Dorms.
Along the way, Kaname couldn't help but notice the warmth coming from the girl's body. With her arms around Kaname's face, they made it easier for the older girl to take in her scent. She smells sweet and mouth watering. Realizing what she was thinking, Kaname changed her thought into pondering on Nagisa's currant state. She couldn't fathom why the red head would be out wondering through the woods, and how the Miator girl ended up it this sad state. From what little she had heard from Nagisa, she knew it had to be Shizuma's doing. Anger curled in Kaname's gut as she thought on how unjustly the Etoile must have treated the girl on her back. She wanted to find out why the girl was so devastated and broken, but she would let in rest while she walked on. Her anger kept her going as she wanted to hurt whoever hurt Nagisa.
During her walk, she realized she was developing some over protective feelings for the red head and it shocked her. Never before had she wanted to protect a person. She surely never wanted to protect Amane nor Momomi; well, she knew Momomi was a big girl, who could take of herself. As for Amane, it seemed as if no one really wanted to touch her. However, Nagisa was different. She was so much more emotional and showed so much more love towards people. Somehow, Kaname couldn't help but think that Shizuma had taken advantage of it or whoever else got close to the red head. Mostly she took anger out on Shizuma trying to figure out ways she would torture the Etoile, despite her respect for the girl which seemed to be dwindling to nothing. Due to her wandering thoughts, it surprised her that it didn't take her as long as she thought it would to arrive at the Strawberry Dorms when it came into sight.
When she was just inside the gates, she beheld two figures running straight for her. It took a moment to realize who they were. The one she was more familiar with as Miyuki, who had stopped her before she reached the steps leading up towards the dorm's front doors. The other one she knew as Suzumi Tamao, the writer of the play Carmen, who had rounded behind her to check on her friend Nagisa. The girl was still unconscious.
"Kenjo-san, what have you done to Nagisa-chan?" asked Tamao rather rudely. Unlike Miyuki, Tamao knew about the incident between Hikari and Kaname. The poet couldn't help but not trust any of the older girl's actions.
"I've done nothing to her," Kaname bit back. "I'll explain later, just let me take her to her bed."
Miyuki moved out of the way as she went to hold the door open for Kaname entrance. It took a little effort and some spotting while climbing stairs, but Kaname had managed to take Nagisa to her room. Tamao unlocked the door and reluctantly allowed the Spica girl to deposit the red head carefully on her bed.
Being out of breath, Kaname ended up on the floor in a heap while Tamao took the red head's boots off and Miyuki checked to see if Nagisa had a temperature or not. Sadly, there was a hint of a fever as well as a look of exhaustion. Knowing the red head was warm, Miyuki went into the bed to get a cold damp cloth for the fever ridded girl. Once placing the cool cloth on Nagisa's head, Miyuki turned towards Kaname with serious eyes, "Could you explain now what happened?"
Resting her back on Tamao's bed, Kaname answered, "I was walking through the woods when I spotted her alone. She looked at if someone beat the crap out of her. From the kindness of my heart…"
"Ha," laughed Tamao, "as if you had any kindness in you."
Kaname shot the girl a glare, "Shut up you, before I make you shut up."
"Why you…"
"Quiet both of you!" demanded Miyuki, who had no time for them to get into an argument. "Tamao-san, let Kenjo-san finish."
Still angry, Tamao could only nod her head.
Kaname broke up her staring contest with Tamao to look at Nagisa before continuing on. "Honestly, I don't think she would have cared who she ran into, but she ran into my arms and started crying. During her sobbing, she said that Shizuma had no room for her. She collapsed soon after. I might be known for not caring and most of the time I don't, but I couldn't just let her on the ground." She gave as pause to consider more words to speak. Instead she settled on, "It should bring us up to date."
Miyuki fell on Tamao's bed, shaking her head as if she held regret. "I thought she was the one," she managed to say after a while.
"What are you talking about?" asked Kaname, who figured she knew the answer already, but just wanted to make sure.
"The one, who could bring the real Shizuma back," explained Miyuki.
Kaname just nodded her head, "Not like I care or anything, but do you any idea how Aoi-san ended up this way?"
The Miator Student Body President looked at Kaname, "Someone told her about how there are two people who were elected to be Etoile together. Since she knew of only Shizuma, she asked around to know who the other Etoile was. No one told her anything, including Tamao-san here. She came to me, but I told her it would be best if Shizuma explained things to her. I approached Shizuma about it, and she thought the time was right to discuss it with Nagisa-san. Then yesterday, they went to Shizuma's summer home, a part of me thought it was a bad idea, but I didn't listen to myself. I hoped for a healing process would happen." She sighed again.
"Don't beat yourself up over it," Kaname consoled her. "Anyone with a heart would have done the same thing."
Miyuki gave a light-hearted half smile.
"So, I take it Shizuma-sama told her about Sakuragi Kaori," deducted Kaname. Her state wasn't a question. So she didn't expect when Miyuki replied.
"Yes and no."
The Spica girl looked at the other girl as if she lost her mind. How could Rojuko-san know what happen between them at Etoile's summer home? "How would you know?" she said out loud.
"Shizuma had called me this morning, letting me know that she had mentioned Kaori to Nagisa-san but didn't give her the whole story. She also asked if I could keep an eye out for Nagisa since she left the summer house without saying a word."
No wonder the girl collapsed. It was from exhaustion. "Did she run after her?"
"I don't think so."
Anger once again flared in Kaname, "How dare that woman not run after her?"
Both Tamao and Miyuki were surprised by the Spica girl's outburst. "Why are you upset?" asked Tamao, feeling upset herself.
"I'm enraged that woman would let the red headed brat go like that. If she truly loved Aoi-san there, she should have run after her, tackled her to the ground and let her know, 'I love you.'"
"Ha, ha, ha," laughed Tamao. "Didn't you do something like that with Hikari?"
With more wrathe burning her up inside, Kaname stood up and grabbed Tamao off of Nagisa's bed. In a low and menacing voice, she growled, "Don't judge me, Suzumi. You have no idea what you're talking about. If you speak to me like you did, I'll make sure you'll never write a single thing ever again."
Both blunettes looked into each other's eyes almost willing to burn the others'. Kaname pushed Tamao to the ground and stormed out of the room.
Miyuki was divided between going after the Spica girl and checking to see how Tamao was. She decided to do the latter as she took hold of Tamao's arm and helped her to her feet. "What do you think that was about?" asked Tamao.
"I have no idea," Miyuki honestly replied. "But if I were you, I would watch I what say around her. She's not one to play fair."
"I guess you're right," admitted Tamao as the fear of the threat Kaname gave her scared her. Leaving her anger mingled with fear at the door, Tamao sat down next to Nagisa. Very gently, she undid Nagisa's hair so the girls could rest more comfortably. Miyuki had watched it all; she hadn't left because she felt like she had to stay and clean up after Shizuma.
As Tamao smoothed out Nagisa's hair, the red head started mumbling. Curious, the poet leaned her head down to listen closely to what her friend was saying. Her eyes grew wide when she made out one word, "Kaname."