"What are we doing here, Chikaru?"
The stares were starting to unnerve her.
"Need reinforcements." Chikaru said absently, as she was more preoccupied searching for something.
Students in their white uniforms gawked as they passed. Not that Shion could blame them, as they were wearing the cute pink seifukus of Lulim. They might as well have been shouting: "Look at me! Look at me!"
Truth be told, it wasn't that two students of a different school were wandering about a strange campus when there wasn't a school fair that drew attention, nor, was it the fact that they were students from the famed Astrea Hill. The school they were exploring was pretty famous in itself and it's pupils exceptional enough that heiresses to the Minamoto and Tomori wealth, whom they did recognize, could stroll by without fanfare.
It was their coloring.
Chikaru and Shion didn't realize how beautifully they contrasted each other. Chikaru was the outward embodiment of "yamato nadeshiko". (Okami-sama knows what a hellion she really is inside!) Her delicate Japanese features invoked images of cherry blossoms in bloom, traditional yukatas in summer, and samurai going to war for her. The unrelieved black of her hair caught a sheen when she turned her head and it was braided at her temples, but fell free at her back.
Shion, on the other hand, looked like she lived in the Neuschwanstein - the castle Walt Disney used as a model for Sleeping Beauty's castle. Her mother's Teutonic heritage flowed strongly in Shion's veins and only her eyes and ivory skin hinted her Japanese genes. Her white gold hair was neatly held by a ribbon away from her face with bangs swept to the left. Her pretty cornflower blue eyes now held a sultry quality...perfected from years of being used as Chikaru's bodacious blonde distraction.
Polar ends of beauty. Like bookends. Like yin and yang.
However now, they were mostly lost.
Chikaru threw up her hands in frustration, a decidedly un-Japanese gesture that she picked up from Shion. This cued the blond to snag a passing student before Chikaru blew her top.
"Sumimasen, could you help us out? We're looking for..." Shion arched a slim brow to Chikaru.
"Ootori Kyoya-san." A slow grin bloomed at Chikaru's face when the student visibly shuddered at the mention of the name. "Yeah, that one." She said, vastly amused.
The student reluctantly led the pair to the correct room, thoroughly trumped in socio-economhc stature by both girls and the person they were looking for.
"Why couldn't you just say that we were visiting your cousin?" Shion demanded while Chikaru bowed in thanks to their hastily departing guide.
"What's life without a little mystery?"
Shion looked heavenward as if imploring: "I could really use less mystery in my life!"
Ignoring her, Chikaru turned to her approaching cousin.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, Chikaru-chan? Or shall I say, what will you owe me?" Kyoya smirked, nodding to Shion whom he was familiar with, what with her and his cousin being virtually glued at the hip.
"Oniichan, you're too evil." Chikaru pouted.
"Pot. Kettle." Kyoya shot back. Shion stifled a smile.
"Megumi-neesan is attending this omiai."
"Please don't tell me you're gonna meddle in it!" Kyoya cringed at the shadow of looming disaster.