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A bit of a later update, but I was stuck at the doctors/coughing up my lungs. Anyways, finally some plot is going down~ I had fun writing this chapter, so let's hope you enjoy reading it!
Chapter 3
Mid-week Insanity
The infirmary was mostly deserted; devoid of its usual occupant of the nurse who was nowhere to be seen. Usually, Madoka would have found it strange and wondered why the woman had abandoned her post. But at that very moment, she was a bit preoccupied with the fact that only the transfer student was with her in the room.
She went to leave, and got halfway towards the door then she froze on the spot when two arms wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her back against a warm body.
"We're all alone…"
Hot breath blew against her neck, making the blood rush straight to her head.
"…So don't go yet, Kaname-san."
Madoka moved her hands to the ones clasped across her stomach, weakly attempting to pry them off. "We'll be late for class," was the best excuse she could think of to bail herself out of the situation.
"Not if we're quick, so don't resist."
The seductive whisper melted any resistance she still felt, and she didn't fight when moist lips pressed against her neck, making her shudder. Leaning her head to one side, she exposed her throat to more of the intimate assault, whimpering when teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.
"Kiss me." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Her answer was the other girl pulling back with a smirk that absolutely dripped sex appeal. Turning her around and cupping her cheek, the transfer student leaned in…
BeeepBeeeeepppBeeeeeppppppp
Madoka's eyes snapped open, finding herself face-deep in her favorite plushie as per-usual. Yawning, she drowsily leaned across the bed and reached for her cell phone on the floor to shut off the alarm.
She had just shut off the persistent beeping before the sleepy haze hanging over her mind evaporated; drawing her attention to the very fresh memory of the dream she had just had.
She dropped her phone back onto the floor with a dull thud.
Her eyes went wide.
She promptly jammed her face back against her plushie and squealed.
"What was that?!"
A dirty dream? With her! That's so…weird!
Her face was aflame, and she could feel the heat scorching her cheeks. Though that wasn't the only place that felt hot.
Squawking at the realization, she decided to get ready and get to class before any more questions could come of this. All too hectically; she tried to leap out of bed only to get tangled in her blankets and crash down onto the floor with an almighty bang.
Madoka groaned, forehead pressing against the carpeted floor. "I'm going crazy."
*X*X*X*X*
"You look terrible," Sayaka informed flatly the second she sat down after dragging herself into the classroom.
On instinct – and perhaps a little bit paranoid – her hands shot up to the ribbons in her hair.
"Woah, do those things come with volume control?" The blue-haired girl covered her eyes in mock pain. "I need sunglasses just to look at them!"
Not even five minutes into class, and Madoka already wanted to retreat home and take her chances with questionable dreams. Why had she let her mother talk her into opting her usual bland ribbons with bright red ones? "Are they really that bad?"
"Very bright…But nice, I like them. At least now I'll never have trouble looking for you in a crowd – just look for the scarlet woman!" She grinned cheekily. "Oh come on, why so sad?"
"You just said they looked terrible."
"No – I said they looked bright. I said you looked terrible. Like you've just sucked on a lemon, actually."
"That's not much better, Sayaka-chan." Sighing in defeat, she put her folded her arms on the desk and put her head down. "Have you ever had a weird dream?" She needed advice – and she didn't really care who it came from.
"Oh yeah, loads of time. I had one on Monday night, actually."
"Really?" Quirking up in her seat, she felt hope flame in her chest. Maybe this was just a thing that everybody thought of once in a while, it didn't mean anything after all!
"Yeah. I was stuck in this carnival funhouse with all these zombie polar bears."
Then again, maybe she was the only one having weird dreams. About overly appealing girls seducing her in the nurses' office.
Oh help. She face planted the table again.
"Eh – Madoka?!"
*X*X*X*X*
Okay, I can do this. I just need to talk to her, and then I can prove to myself that she's just a normal person, nothing special about her.
Madoka pounded her fist into her hand determinedly, walking briskly towards the infirmary in not-so-hot pursuit of the transfer student who had left for there a few minutes ago. It was only her second day attending the school; but she was already developing a ritual of going to the sick bay every time the class had a break.
Right, time to prove that my dream was just a result of a crazy infatuation. Just a crush, it's just because Akemi-san's cool, that's all. I'm probably not the only one…
Exhaling to calm herself down, she pushed open the door the second she arrived without hesitation.
"The nurse isn't here – she had to go on a message." The one she was looking for had her back to her, currently riffling through the medical cabinet.
The door swung shut just as she heard that, and Madoka almost had a heart attack. No authority around for the foreseeable future; and a clear lack of any other sick students. Just her and the other girl, all alone.
Talk about Déjà vu…
"That's alright; I was actually looking for you." Taking a deep breath and stepping forward, she tried to resist the instinct to chew her lip.
"Kaname-san?" Homura turned upon hearing her voice, one hand full of medication boxes and a perplexed expression. "What do you want?"
"That's a lot of medicine," she murmured to herself, earning an unamused look. "Er – I mean, I wanted to apologize."
"Why?"
"For yesterday, for staring at you in the locker rooms. I wasn't checking you out or anything, honest! It's not what you think it was!" She knew she was becoming flustered; but couldn't help it. She wasn't used to lying, either. To be accurate, she wasn't just staring on account of checking out the new girl, but because of that mark, as well.
"It's fine."
The dark-haired girl brushed off her panicked behaviour passively, and for some reason it disappointed her. The answer just felt lacking, somehow. She wasn't sure what she was expecting; maybe disagreement, even an insult. But overall, a bit of conversation either way. How was she supposed to clear up this stupid infatuation when the transfer student wouldn't stop playing the mysterious stranger card?
"You really don't say very much." She crossed her arms when the reply was as elusive as ever.
"What do you want me to say?" Homura began opening the medication boxes, popping out the tablets from their trays and into her hand.
"I don't know. Something about yourself, maybe. Something that you haven't already told all the others."
"Why are you so interested?"
The girl didn't look up, refusing to meet her eyes and focusing on the tablets in her hand. Madoka pouted, knowing that it was obvious that she was sulking. Couldn't Homura at least pay attention?
"Because I am. You're really smart and athletic, but you won't say what school you went to before. You're really pretty; but you won't tell if you have a boyfriend," okay, I'm getting off topic here…"I like you – so open up a bit more!"
That did the trick. Maybe too efficiently. She watched in surprise as the other girl glanced up, dark red staining her cheeks and appearing coy. Any other time she would have called it adorable, until she realized in horror what she had just said.
"Ka-Kaname-san, you-"
"Heh…that came out wrong…I mean like in the friend way. Yeah, I wanna be friends!" Madoka tried to appear nonchalant, though she wanted nothing more to abandon ship and run for her life.
This was crashing and burning, and it was making eyeing a girl up in the locker room look like a perfectly normal thing to do. She was starting to wish that she'd brought Sayaka with her. At least that way, she would have had someone to say that she'd `lead a sheltered life and doesn't know what she's saying,' or something of the sort to lighten the mood.
"Okay…"
Lost in thought, she could only answer the uncertain and suddenly-shy girl with an oblivious stare.
"…Let's be friends."
Just like that, the total train wreck of the past few minutes shaped up to fit fairy-tale standards, and she had to resist the urge to squee.
Yes, squee is now a word by my standards. It has been added to my MS Word dictionary – so it is official! 8D Now, it is time for me to take some medicine and pass out for the night. Let me know what you thought of this chapter! :3
-Obsidian
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