Strawberry Panic! Fanfiction: My Master - 12. Chapter 12
Tamao idly tapped her pen on the surface of her writing desk as she let her chin rest on the palm of her hand. The empty sheet of paper sitting in front of her stared blankly in her eyes, enticing her pen to strike along the blue horizontal lines and let the ink fill out the void of creativity that was whited out on the sheet.
But no matter how much brainpower or deep thinking to knock down that intimidating heavy wall in her mind, her thoughts kept wandering off to Nagisa.
It has been a while since she last seen her; her concern for her have gotten a bit bigger ever since the start of New Years.
There”s a possibility that she has gone off with Shizuma to the shrine, but Tamao wanted to be the one to visit the festivals with Nagisa in city. It really bothered her that Shizuma was getting more closer with her everyday, even though she was the one who had met Nagisa first.
Those words reminded her of Shizuma’s best friend.
Shizuma’s has her own best friend as well, Miyuki. She had nearly forgotten about that, since Tamao rarely sees Shizuma walking Miyuki. But then again, she hadn’t seen Shizuma for a while. However, she would occasionally spot Miyuki walking off in the hallways, having very tense shoulders resting on her stiff posture. Whenever she sees those shoulders, she just wants to massage them and run her hands along her soft skin and down her-
At one time, just after Miyuki was walking past her, Tamao was bold enough to steal a glance over her shoulders. However, that fleeting glance was soon caught when Miyuki, as well, looked past her shoulders, making an awkward moment between them. Tamao wanted to immediately look away, but to her surprise the tensity in the air was quickly dispersed when Miyuki gave her one of her soft greetings. Tamao was a bit taken aback, but greeted back nonetheless.
Miyuki might be signing some boring, inconsequential paperworks or doing her Student Council duties in her office. Even though they’re only acquaintances, Tamao would sometimes worry about Miyuki’s health.
‘Rokujou-sama…I hope you’re alright…’
Shizuma was slumped on her lounging chair as she watched the petals of white crystal gracefully hit the ground through the frosty-glazed window. It had been snowing nonstop since this morning and Shizuma was a bit worried of Miyuki trekking through this merciless blizzard all in one piece if she were to choose to visit her. Shizuma had talked to her through the phone last night, insisting that she wanted her to come over to her place just because Miyuki sounded a bit stiff and tired when she noticed. Of course, Miyuki declined, making up an excuse that she has a load of work to do but Shizuma had seen right through her white lie and kept relenting her to come. In the end, Shizuma won.
But from the looks of the harsh weather as of now, Miyuki might not be coming over today.
She sighed and let her mind drift off to somewhere else. It was Winter Break and she wanted her vacation to last. Next week she would have to go back to school and do those boring Etoile duties.
It was then that Nagisa came in the room, dressed in her maid outfit, with a huge blush on her face. Her eyes remained on the floor, and Shizuma couldn’t help but chuckle at her overwhelming cuteness when she spotted her.
“Ara…So you’ve finally gotten used to wearing that?”
Nagisa pouted and crossed her arms in a dignified fashion. “Mou…stop it! You wanted me to wear this and I don’t want you punishing me!”
Shizuma shook in laughter. “I’m sorry, but you’re just so cute…”
Nagisa’s face tinted into a more deeper crimson but shook her head instead, not wanting to get this conversation too far.
“Whatever. Is there anything you need, Shizuma-sama?”
“No…nothing really…please sit down.”
“Uh…okay…” Nagisa sat down on one of the couches next to Shizuma.
The fireplace in front of her was flickering lively, letting Nagisa’s cheeks bathe in warmth of its glorious blaze. It was the only light source in the room making the place a bit dim. Nagisa turned to Shizuma and saw her features being illuminated into an orange glow as the silver-beauty stared in the fireplace with a contemplative expression. Nagisa’s not sure if she’s just imagining things, but it was as if she could feel a small saddening tone in her expression.
“Shizuma-sama…are you okay?” Nagisa asked with concern in her voice.
Shizuma’s expression pensive expression faltered a bit, only mumbling a small, “Huh?”
Nagisa bit her lip, deciding whether she should go on with her conversation or not. “I can’t help but think if you’re unhappy or not. Maybe it’s just my imagination but…are you sad?”
Shizuma’s eyes blinked. “What…”
“I mean…sometimes, I can feel that you’re sad- AH! I mean… never mind, never mind…” She chuckled uneasily and scratched the back of her neck in a sheepish manner. “Sorry…just forget what I said.”
Shizuma only stared back at her… until she bursted out in a small laughter. “Aha…you really are cute, Nagisa-chan…”
Shizuma’s laughter died down into a small smile as Nagisa’s cheeks continued to paint into a much deeper red.
“I’m sorry.” Shizuma sighed, rested her elbow on her armchair and let her chin rest on the palm of her hand while the small smile still graced her lips. “You know…you remind me of someone I know…” She said as she stared at the fireplace again.
Nagisa eyed her attentively. “Really?”
“Yes…her name was Kaori. But…” she paused to look at the dancing flames of the fire. Something in her voice felt like their was saddening edge to it. “…she left me. Nagisa-chan…” She turned her head and stared deeply into Nagisa’s eyes; a serious look was deepening in Shizuma’s eyes. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you?”
Nagisa blinked in surprise. How could she respond to a question like that? And what did she mean by not leaving her. Sometimes, Nagisa can hate how dense she could sometimes be.
Shizuma’s soft whisper interrupted her mesh of her thoughts, but not because it was her voice. It was because of how close the voice seemed. Nagisa looked up, and saw Shizuma on top of her.
Shizuma wrapped her arms around her neck and rested her chin on top of Nagisa’s head.
“She died because of an illness,” The way she breathed out her words made her voice seemed like a sob. A sob full of tensity, as if she was choking through it.
Nagisa’s pupils rolled up and saw her bangs covering her face. A few tears streamed down her cheeks and Nagisa could feel a sharpening pang pricking her heart. It was then that she knew the answer to that question. The moment she saw the sad tears shimmering down her cheeks was the moment she knew what she wanted to say.
“Nagisa-chan, you wouldn’t leave me, would you?”
Nagisa shook her head and looked up to give her a warm smile. A soft, warm smile that had melted her troubles before when Shizuma herself had first given it to her back then.
“I’m not going to leave you. Not because I’m your servant. But because you’ve been there with me before.”
Shizuma froze. And then pulled away to look at her. Her eyes were widened into huge orbs and Nagisa could only stare at her with a soft grin gracing her lips. “Nagisa…chan…”
The stood motionless for awhile, until the doorbell rang. Their eyes pulled away from each other and eyed the oak surface door.
“Uh…I’ll get that.” Shizuma said and stood up to answer whoever it was on the door. “Maybe it’s Miyuki. Nagisa-chan, will you please prepare some tea?”
“Hai…” Nagisa got up and went to the kitchen to prepare a batch of tea. When she got back with a tray of tea in her hands, she saw Miyuki Rokujou sitting in the couches across Shizuma. Her posture was stiff as ever and gave off a cold demeanor.
“Good afternoon, Rokujou-sama.” Nagisa greeted and settled the tray on the coffee table.
“Thank you, Nagisa-chan.” Shizuma said as she sipped her cherry-flavoured tea.
“I’ll go make today’s dinner then.” Nagisa bowed courteously and walked off to the kitchen to prepare supper.
Whatever they are going to about leaves no interest for Nagisa. When Shizuma had asked that question, it felt as if an insecure feeling inside of her melted away. Nagisa started whistling cheerfully as she chopped the onions. Shizuma had supported her before. She was there when Nagisa needed comfort. She was there, welcoming Nagisa with open arms.
Now…it was Nagisa’s turn to comfort Shizuma.
A/N: Damn…I’m not good at these kind of things. D; I get so weak… T_T
Uhm, anyways…I noticed that I had a shitload of grammar mistakes and crap typos when I skimmed over my past chapters. O_O LOL, I’m sorry. I read them over before submitting, but I don’t have that much of a keen eye and I tend to overlook things. = U=;; SO SORRY.