Disclaimer: Again, Sailor Moon and Maid Sama do not belong to me.
Michiru paused before the door, coughing slightly. She silently opened the door and went inside the office, letting the door close with a small sound.
"Ah, Sorry for calling you here, Kaioh-san," said a middle aged man with glasses. He was the aqua haired girl's homeroom teacher and an altogether annoying person with his passion for gossip. Incidentally, he was also the sponsor of the School Newspaper.
"Not at all," said Michiru smoothly.
"It's actually about the practice test we had a few days ago. But before we talk about that, could I ask you something?" he leaned closer to her, his eyes darkening with hunger. Michiru instinctively took a step back, feeling uncomfortable, although she didn't fail to keep the small smile on her face.
Taking her silence as a yes, he continued, "Would you happen to know anything about what happened to...Furuhata-san?"
She blinked, caught off guard.
"A student said that he saw you with him, right before the incident with his ears, " he leaned back in his chair, feigning disinterest, "I merely wanted to ask you, if you knew anything about what happened to him. After all, we want to make sure that all our students remain safe from harm, and to do that, we have to immediately suspend the student responsible for it."
At this, Michiru regained her composure, letting the coldness take over her body. Her eyes narrowed, and she finally spoke.
"I have no idea of who could have done it to Furuhata-san, Sensei," she emphasized her last word, mocking his title, "Perhaps, asking me wasn't the...best idea. Now, can we get back to why you called me here?" The last words were spoken in a chillingly cheerful manner with an equally scary smile, making the teacher involuntarily shiver in fright.
"You scored a little lower than what you usually do. Is everything alright?" the teacher said, switching gears and feigning concern for his student.
Michiru once again blinked, thrown off guard. "Excuse me?"
The teacher smirked as the tables turned and began to explain himself, " You've always been first place right? But you dropped to second…"
Unconsciously, the aqua haired girl's fist balled up and it took everything she had to keep her composure, "If I may ask, who was first place?"
"Hmm, let me think," he pushed his glasses closer to his face in a thinking gesture, deliberately answering slowly, "I think it was…Tenoh Haruka."
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Michiru roamed the halls, looking for trouble once again with her mind racing.
'Damn Haruka. I'm taking time off work just to study, and she thinks that she can just score higher than me! You better be prepared Tenoh Haruk-'
She was broken out of her reverie when she heard a murmur in a closed classroom. She opened the door without a sound and slipped in without getting noticed.
She noted that there were two girls on one side with a gaggle of guys on the other, and that the girls looked a bit intimidated.
Her eyes narrowed as she said,"Ara, what's this?"
All the occupants of the room jumped when they heard the voice. The two girls turned to look gratefully at Michiru," Michiru-san! We were reading magazines when they started to bother us."
The boys quickly went on the defense," We're not allowed to bring any magazines to school, so how come the girls can?"
Michiru replied calmly,"Because I, and I should think the girls, got sick and tired of seeing inappropriate things laying around."
"What do you mean inappropriate? Just because there are colored pages, we're not allowed to bring manga or magazines in! You're so strict, but you never think about equality for boys and girls!" a boy bravely spoke out.
Michiru paused for a moment, shocked by him as well as her own actions after a little thought, 'If I really think about it, it really isn't fair for the guys to have separate rules than the girls'
The aqua haired girl sighed in defeat. With all eyes watching her she spoke in a resigned tone, "I suppose what you're saying isn't unreasonable. I'll look up the contents of all magazines and revise the rules. Tell me all the names of the magazines and manga you want to read. Both girls and boys. I'll personally look through them and then have a meeting with the student council to decide which will be allowed." It was a rare concede from the Kaichou.
One of the girls, a brunette named Naru, who coincidentally was also one of Usagi's friends gasped, "But that's going to be a lot of work! Aren't you already really busy?"
"I don't mind, As student president, this is nothing," she reassured the girl though a small cough escaped out of her.
Although she looked unconvinced, Naru gave an uncertain sound of agreement before walking away with her friend. She stopped several times to look concernedly at the president before turning a corner.
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The next day
Another student council member dropped a massive pile of papers before Michiru and quickly went to the center table.
She sighed before starting to cough uncontrollably. Michiru had tried to hold it in but the tickling sensation in her throat was persistent, and so, with tears in her eyes, her delicate frame began to wrack with coughs.
All the student council members looked at their president with sympathy, knowing how hard the girl was working. Just ten minutes ago, the accountant of the council had told the woman that she had lost the account book for last month with steady but remorseful eyes.
For a second, the air in the room turned frigid as sharp fury emanated from Michiru, but in an instant, her face turned blank, with her eyes empty.
"Forget it, I'll redo myself."
The council had been surprised at their president's reaction. If she had been her normal self, she would have at the least scolded her gently, and told her to do it again with eloquence. Perhaps she was being nice to the only other female student council member. But it seemed that she simply didn't have the energy to.
So, the council slowly left the room, knowing that the president was exhausted but too proud to rest in front of them.
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Michiru slumped down in her chair as soon as the last member walked out of the room. Although she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was extremely tired, and sleep was sounding very appealing to her.
But, looking at the huge pile of things she needed to do -It was at times like this she wondered, wasn't this a HIGH SCHOOL? Why was there so much work? Why was she doing what the teachers were PAID to do? But of course, she couldn't listen to these thoughts- she forced herself to remain awake and work on the pile.
"You should go home."
Michiru whipped her head around, now completely awake, and saw Haruka sitting in a chair close to her.
"Tenoh-san, this room is for student council members only!" she reverted back to her president mode and stood up.
"Pushing yourself to work until you pass out isn't a good idea. Even you should put down the load on your shoulders for a while" the blonde stated with eyes that Michiru couldn't read.
For some reason, the aqua haired girl was lulled by the husky voice of the blonde and she could feel her eyes going blurry.
"Just looking at you makes me feel," Haruka paused as she got up and caught the near fainting Michiru," tired."
Suddenly, Michiru straightened, releasing herself from the clutches of Haruka by slapping her arm, and said angrily, "Getting touchy there, aren't we?"
The blonde's teal eyes darkened as she answered, seemingly unruffled, "Yup."
Again, more of a filler than anything. Right now, I'm working on a new H/M story! Hope you read it when I upload it!
I can't wait till I write the sports festival part! I already have some ideas though it won't be too different from the manga. I've also figured out a different way to write the Michiru as a boy part!
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floire: Sorry I was a little slow in getting this chapter up. I have no other excuse than to say that I was procrastinating and thanks :]