Strawberry Panic! Fanfiction: My Master - 13. Chapter 13
“Well, what is it that you want with me, Miyuki?” Shizuma inquired after she took a sip of her cherry tea.
Shizuma was a bit surprised that her friend decided to visit her, but she welcomed her nonetheless. It’s been a while since she last seen her, now that Shizuma is further thinking about it.
A whistle of wind escaped Miyuki’s lips as she blew on her teacup. “It’s about your father…” She drank the tea, her expression remaining unreadable and cold. “He wants to see you tomorrow.”
“My father? I don’t have time to see him.” Shizuma laid back on the couch, clearly showing no interest about what Miyuki is saying. “I have other things to do then see that pig.”
“Shizuma…” Miyuki sighed and placed her cup back on the coffee table. “It’s about something important. He insists in wanting you to come.”
“If it’s about his stupid marriages arranging me with other piggish men like him, then I don’t want to come.”
“I don’t know what it is, but he stressed enough on how important it was.”
Shizuma’s eyes glinted in contempt as she glared angrily into space, not making any eye contact at Miyuki. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of Nagisa’s knife chopping against a wooden board at the next room in the kitchen.
“Shizuma, about that girl…”
Her raging contempt in her eyes simmered down as her pupils drifted to Miyuki’s golden-like orbs. “You mean, Nagisa-chan?”
“Yes. If I recall correctly during the fall when you finally showed up to school, you said that this ‘Nagisa-chan’ broke a very ‘important heirloom’ of yours.” Miyuki said, making Shizuma smirk impishly. “Shizuma, did you really care about that vase, or did you just wanted to toy with this girl?”
The impish smirk continued to play on her lips. “She was a cute girl back when I first saw her. It’d be a waste if I had just let her go like releasing a fish in the waters…”
Miyuki sighed as she shook her head in disapproval. “You never change.”
Shizuma’s playfulness quickly fainted into soft sincerity as she leaned back on the chair once more. Her eyes glued to the ceiling as her reflective orbs stared blankly at the white washed ceiling. “…and she reminds me of Kaori.”
Miyuki almost choked upon hearing those words, eyes widened at her as she tried to regain herself at the forsaken name. “Shi-shizuma…”
“It’s nothing.” She sighed and stood up. “I’ll be going to my father’s mansion this weekend then. Whatever ‘important’ thing he wants with me better be worth my time.”
Miyuki smiled at the agreement. “Well I’m glad you’re actually listening to me. And be sure to turn on your phone next time so I wouldn’t have to walk all the way over here.”
“Turn on my phone?” Shizuma smiled playfully. “I don’t like talking to people. And besides you’ll probably annoy me non-stop if I did.”
“Tsk..whatever. I don’t have time for your pointless banters, so I best be going now.” Miyuki sighed weakly and stood up from her spot. But as she started to walk to the door, Shizuma grabbed her wrist.
“You’re not eating dinner with us?”
Miyuki sighed and shook her head. “No. Besides, I have better things to do.”
“You’re not fun. You should at least eat with us. My Nagisa-chan is probably done cooking by now.”
“Your Nagisa-chan?” Miyuki arched an eyebrow. “Very well, then.”
Dinner went by as usual.
“Hmm…this is good Nagisa-chan,” Shizuma commented as she nibbled on the tip of her chopsticks.
The meal was none other than a traditional Japanese dinner. It was served with modest amounts of side dishes, rice bowls, and delicious coarse meal.
“Thank you. My mom makes it all the time,” Nagisa said. “But I’m sorry if you’re not used to this kind of dining, Rokujou-sama. I didn’t know that you were going to eat dinner. I should have cooked more rice.”
“That’s alright, Aoi-san. I’m just a guest here,” Miyuki grinned. “Besides, the food is really delicious.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Nagisa said and popped a fried squidball on her mouth.
“Shizuma, stop nibbling on your chopsticks.” Miyuki told Shizuma, who had just smirked at her admonishment.
“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” She challenged as her eyes glinted playfully.
“It’s just not courteous,” she sighed. “And don’t lay back on your chair like that. You might hit the floor.”
“Meh…you’re no fun.”
Nagisa smiled at how open Shizuma is with Miyuki. She had never seen Shizuma so friendly with someone. It just seems like she just mingles with girls and then just throws them away like some unwanted, broken toy. She felt happy that there’s a whole new side to Shizuma that Nagisa had never seen before. Maybe Shizuma could open up to Nagisa as well.
After dinner, Nagisa washed the dishes as Shizuma helped her clean up the kitchen.
“By the way Nagisa-chan…” Shizuma said as she wiped the kitchen counters. “We have to leave for tomorrow so please don’t stay up to late.”
“Where are we leaving?”
“You’ll find out soon.” She said. “I’ll take a shower. You could do the rest, Nagisa-chan.”
And so she left Nagisa to clean up the rest. The night went by as usual. Miyuki had left before long and Shizuma was preparing to sleep in her room. Nagisa did as she was told and was not to stay up late.
The next morning, a car was prepared to them outside in the gates of Asterea. Shizuma and Nagisa had to walk up all the way over there, much to Shizuma’s displeasure.
They entered the car when the driver opened the doors without Shizuma saying a word. Nagisa was a bit surprised that Shizuma stood silent all the way in the car ride but she didn’t question anything.
“We’re here.” Shizuma finally spoke up. She had bored look on her face when she spotted a figure of a building looming in the distance. “Yay…”
She sighed and crossed her arms, as if not wanting to visit that particular place.
As the car drove in the road and the figure becoming closer, Nagisa was more than amazed at what she saw.
The mansion was made of stoned structure and had a few levels of floors with clear archaic windows lining in the sides. A lawn of snow covered the vast landscape, as well as the roofs and branches of leafless trees. The black metal gates squeaked opened for the car and the vehicle pulled over to the front of the house where a few sets of Greek Architectural Posts stood in the cobblestone porch.
“Wow…” Nagisa awed at the grandness of the house stood under the gray sky. “You actually live here?”
“I do.” Shizuma said as Nagisa noted an odd glint in her eyes. Maybe it was just Nagisa’s imagination but it was as if the eyes glinting in contempt.
Shizuma, looking totally uninterested, frowned when the doors opened for her to step outside. Nagisa followed without saying a word, wondering why a mere servant like her wanted Shizuma to come along to such a place that showed off great wealth and aristocracy.
As the driver opened the wide oak doors for them to enter, a set of maids aligned in the doorway, greeted them warmly.
“Welcome home, Mistress Shizuma.” They all bowed at once.
A man walked down staircases when Shizuma’s presence was known.
“Welcome home, my dear Shizuma,” The man said as he approached him. He was wearing a business attire with the tie loose around his neck and his jackets were unbuttoned sloppily. “I’m glad to see you again.” He instantly wore a charming smile on his face, smile that could be compared to Shizuma’s.
“Hello father.” Shizuma said bitterly.
Nagisa could see where Shizuma’s characteristics came from when she took a better look. The man had the same shade of silver as Shizuma’s hair, as well as the charming aura that they both emit, especially when they smile alluringly. The only difference is the colour of their eyes. Her father had blue.
“Ah, who is this?” He inquired as he spot Nagisa.
“That does not matter.” Shizuma said sternly. “Now what did you call me here for?”
“Hmm…right to the point, I see,” he smirked, though he knew the edge in Shizuma’s voice that Nagisa is someone special and important to her. “Anyways, let’s discuss these matters with a cup of tea. Bring your little pet too, if you wish.”
He gestured for the two to follow, to which they complied.
As they passed the halls, Nagisa could only remain silent as the interior of the walls compelled her in fascination. It was as if she’s walking through a grand palace. Which made her more curious to why Shizuma took her, since a mere servant like her didn’t deserve the nobility of passing through such a grandeur of majesty.
Long archaic windows lined the walls as they passed, and seconds before Nagisa knew it, they were already in the living room. A regal design adorned the room and they all sat down in the fancy-looking couches.
“What did you want to see me here for?” Shizuma asked as her father began sipping in the cup of tea the maids prepared for them.
Nagisa wanted to drink her tea as well, but the tensity in the atmosphere made her too nervous and scared to actually move her feet or hands.
After taking a last sip, Shizuma’s father put his teacup down and flashed an apologetic smile.
Shizuma’s eyebrows instantly furrowed. She knows that look. He gives her that look every time he proposes the ‘meeting’ Shizuma so bitterly hates.
“Time has been running out, my dear. Please don’t hate me for this,” he said sadly, as if he’s regretting what he’s about to say. “But…it’s about your arranged marriage. I have chosen someone very noble and honourable for you. And this time, you will have to marry him.”
A/N: Oooh what will happen next?0_0O_oo_OO_Oo_oNah, it’s not really that much of a punch, right? :O