"Oneesan," Takumi groaned, palming his face.
His hand drooped, until its fingers no longer covered his eyes.
"What's wrong?" an octopus-haired girl asked,
frowning. "She said she knew CPR, didn't she?"
"Yes," he allowed, exasperation seeping into
his voice, "and she's really good at it, too. Best of her course, in
fact."
"Then—"
Takumi just shook his head in frustration. 'The problem is, Oneesan only
does CPR to pretty girls,' he thought with an inner sigh. 'And just
after we had to move again, too… Oneesan, couldn't you be more discrete
this time?'
Oblivious to the world around her, Mai was busily locking
lips with the drowned girl their cruise ship came upon and fished out of the
water.
A Mai HiME fan fiction story
by Corwin
Disclaimer: Mai/My HiME is the property of Sunrise and Bandai Entertainment.
With thanks to Ginrai and Beege for their helpful advice, and KPJam
for prereading.
"You're lucky no one from our new school was there,
Oneesan," Takumi chided, as he stood just outside their cabin door. "It
would've been really bad if we got expelled before even attending classes."
"Oh, you love to exaggerate, Takumi," Mai's voice
carried over through the closed doorway and into the corridor. "I never
got expelled for a simple kiss before."
"No, not for a kiss," her younger brother
allowed, sighing.
"What's bothering you, anyway?" she asked. "I
figured that if not Mom, then at least you would see why a person could find
girls attractive."
Unbothered by the sudden coughing fit erupting from outside
the cabin on their cruise ship, Mai examined herself in the closet's full-length
mirror with scrutiny. Scrunching her nose, she headed over to the door and
opened it, waving Takumi over. "Hey, do you think I should go with this,
or the school uniform?"
"I'm… I'm not really bothered or anything,"
he finally managed to get out, blushing and trying to avoid looking at her.
"You know that, Oneesan. After all, I've been following you all over
Japan of my own free will." Thinking for a moment, he shrugged in resignation.
"And you might as well wear your favorite slutty clothing, if the alternative
means people will find out what school we transferred to."
"So what is bothering you, then?" she
asked, walking back inside.
He moved from one foot to the other uneasily, before following
her into their cabin and closing the door behind them. "It's not that
you like girls." He gave a hollow laugh. "It's more that you've
yet to meet a girl you didn't like!" Takumi threw his hands up
in the air. "Oneesan, guys that behave like that are the lowest
of the low!"
"I'm glad I'm not a guy, then," Mai said flippantly,
securing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Anyway, relax, little
brother. I'm just browsing, you know that. And speaking of yourself, you can't
spend your entire life just window shopping. When are you finally going to
meet a nice girl and introduce her to me?"
Takumi rolled his eyes. "Don't you have enough female
acquaintances already? You hardly need me to introduce any girls to you."
"Well, you can never have enough friends." Mai
shrugged. "As you very well know, there was a time when I was a very
obedient little girl, denying myself all sorts of things just so I could be
Daddy's perfect daughter."
Takumi, having heard this speech enough times to know it
by heart, closed his eyes and leaned against the door.
"So, then Daddy died. And I was upset, and everyone
tried to cheer me up. My friends did. And so did you and Mom, even though
you two were upset yourself. And I'll never forget what Mom told me—"
"You should enjoy life, go and do something you want
to do, something you like," Takumi quoted with a ghost of a smile playing
on his lips.
Mai nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! So it got me thinking.
What did I like to do? What did I enjoy in my life?" She pressed
the index finger of her right hand to her lips ponderously. "There was
my family—" She nodded at Takumi, "—you and Mom, and I liked being
around you two. And there were my friends… my female friends…."
"I know how the story goes, Oneesan," Takumi
said. "And— ah, forget it. You're right, you should live your life the
way you want to. I'm sure Mom will come around eventually, too." He then
trained pleading eyes on his older sister. "But please, can we at least
finish the school year in the same school for a change? Fuuka Academy sounded
like a really nice place to study at, and I swear military brats travel less
than us. Wouldn't it be nice to have some real friends for a change, not just
your special kinds of friends?"
"I'll do my best," Mai agreed solemnly, sliding
her hands down her skintight, white leather pants. Nodding in satisfaction,
she picked up a matching leather jacket off a drawer in the closet, and put
it over the straps of clothing strategically placed on her breasts, buttoning
it up liberally for appearance's sake. "There, I'm done! Now, let's go
back to the cruise!"
Takumi sighed.
"Oneesan, are you sure we should be doing this?"
Mai threw her brother a glance. "This girl is all
alone on this ship, and she doesn't know anyone here, doesn't she?"
Takumi nodded uneasily. "Yes…." he allowed,
eyeing her warily.
"And on top of that, she almost drowned! Think of
how lonely she must feel. How scared!"
"Not as scared as she'd be if you came to keep her
company," Takumi muttered, though taking great pains not to let Mai overhear.
"That's why I have to go and comfort the poor girl,"
Mai continued obliviously. "We already share a special bond with each
other, so it only makes sense."
Takumi was barely able to stifle a groan. "And why
am I coming as well, Oneesan?"
"You're the extra baggage," she told him matter-of-factly.
"Plus, it wouldn't hurt for you to be around girls other than your sister."
"You win, Oneesan," he said. Pouting, he added in a low tone of voice,
"Even though you really didn't have to put it that way. And if anyone's
extra 'baggage', it's you, you naughty, naughty girl."
Ignoring him for the time being, Mai glanced at the night
sky, and froze in place. A large shadow of a wolf appeared against the starry
background, traveling gracefully towards the cruise ship in a large arc. The
star that only Mai could see shone on the flying wolf, as if in blessing…
but only for a moment, and then the mirage was gone.
"Oneesan?" Takumi prodded his sister, after she
remained speechless for another moment, calling out to her, "Is everything
alright?" Blinking, he asked cautiously, "Are you having second
thoughts about that poor girl?"
She bopped him on his head. "Don't be ridiculous!
Let's go." Rolling her eyes, she continued on her way to the ship's sickbay.
Mai was sitting quietly by the almost-drowned girl's bed.
Sleeping as she was, that girl seemed very cuddly, and it was taking all Mai
had to stop herself from checking it for herself. Besides, she would have
a chance soon enough, she kept telling herself, since surely the girl will
be grateful to the person who saved her life.
And after applying her considerable frisking skills to
the unconscious girl, Mai was quick enough to find out her name — 'Mikoto',
or so her simple white underwear proclaimed. Mai decided it was a cute name
for a cute girl.
She took several glances around the sickbay, examining
it. The room seemed really bland, except for a large black sword propped against
a corner near the doorway. Mai peered at the sword, before shrugging. Maybe
it was for decoration?
"Wow, you're really holding yourself back," Takumi
said, awe coloring his words. "Or she's really not your type."
"Nonsense," Mai said dismissively. "There's
no such thing."
"Ah, I see," he replied, sulking. "I should've
known."
Before Mai could say anything, the door to the sickbay
caved in, its hinges broken, and a male figure tumbled into the room.
"Eek, it's a pervert!" Mai cried out, throwing
a bedpan at the intruder's forehead.
The bleached-blond boy collapsed with a quiet sigh, muttering,
"Violent girls everywhere," on his way down.
Takumi winced for him. "Should you really be calling
anyone a pervert, Oneesan?" he asked conversationally, walking over to
check on the fallen boy. "Or is it more of a takes-one-to-know-one deal?"
A figure in a leather, tight-fitting suit and a bike helmet
stepped into the doorway before Takumi could reach the other boy. He — she?
— observed the younger boy coldly for several moments, and then switched
its gaze on the lone hospital bed, and its two inhabitants. Two guns appeared
in the helmeted figure's hands, as if by magic, and were immediately trained
on the pair of girls.
Mai didn't waste any time in scooping up the unconscious
girl whose life she had saved earlier from drowning, and running straight
at the figure in the doorway. He seemed surprised, and though a shot went
off from each gun, they missed both Mai and her charge. Then, Mai was body-slamming
into the shooter, pushing him out of the way, and using the impact to take
off down the corridor, while he was still disoriented. Takumi called out her
name, but was ignored as she sought out safety.
Mai was running up the stairs at her top speed, skipping
two and sometimes three at a time. There were times in her life when she had
been really glad that she was athletic and not lazy and vain as her dressing
habits might suggest to the casual observer. And this was definitely one of
those times.
A gunshot sounded right behind her, and she turned reflexively,
just in time to see a large, fist-sized hole in the railing, bits of metal
and plastic raining down to form a small dust cloud.
"Eek, it's a cop!" she shrieked, as a figure
formed in the cloud, stepping out of it steadily, its right arm pointing a
handgun at her. "I swear I thought she was eighteen!" Mai yelled
in desperation, scrambling up the stairs even faster than previously.
The girl she was carrying over her shoulder stirred, and
she patted her back soothingly. "Don't worry," she wheezed mid-leap,
"we'll get out of here. Just sit tight."
The younger girl tried to say something, but dropped her
head again. Mai smiled. "I'll cook us dinner afterward. Please look forward
to it," she whispered. Then, having finally reached the top of the staircase,
Mai glanced back. She saw no sign of their pursuer, but decided to head to
higher ground in the aft section of the ship anyway. Having seen Titanic,
she knew how these things went.
Mai leapt to the right, fluidly moving Mikoto into her
arms as she hit the ground with her elbow. She rolled with the impact, cradling
the smaller girl protectively, and darted behind a wide exhaust pipe. Inhaling
deeply as she crouched, Mai glanced sideways, assessing the situation, trying
to catch her breath.
An abrupt howl made her jump to her protesting feet, ready
to flee this new danger. Poking from behind her makeshift cover, she spotted
a large metallic wolf standing no more than a dozen meters away from her.
The wolf howled once more, the large revolvers at its sides loading themselves
in a flashy manner. Squealing in fright, Mai scrambled out of the way. As
it was, she almost didn't make it, and the sonic boom from the twin projectiles
threw her aside.
"This is bad," Mai chanted to herself, shaking
her head to clear it of the cobwebs. "Very bad, very, very bad."
Their relentless pursuer appeared on the roof and approached
the wolf, pausing to scoff at those words. "Harsher things will happen
to you if you go to Fuuka Academy."
"Fuuka Academy? Sure, whatever you say!" Mai
agreed readily. "I don't know how you know I'm going there, but no problems!
I'll go somewhere else, and you go terminate someone else, deal?"
The mechanical wolf and its human master both blinked in
confusion, their actions synchronized. "It's, err, good that you understand,"
the undoubtedly female voice of Mai's adversary came through the helmet haltingly.
"If your friend understands as well—"
The ship lurched to the side, its roof tilting towards
the armed girl, and Mai, already in a precarious position with Mikoto in her
arms, felt herself lose her balance. The cruise ship already began regaining
its balance, automatic water pumps coming into action to help distribute the
weight evenly, but Mai and her cargo were already falling towards the helmeted
girl.
Desperate for anything to prevent a seemingly inevitable
and most unpleasant encounter with the metal roof, Mai wiggled wildly, praying
for some sort of miracle. Her wiggling took her in a direct collision course
with the other girl, and she had time enough to be grateful that her prayers
had been heard, before her face was planted in the masked girl's leather-suited
cleavage, bringing all of them to the ground in a tumble.
Mai lay passively, as the other girl wriggled underneath
her. The red-head didn't resist when she was rolled over to her back, Mikoto
curled up on her stomach.
Their opponent stood up on shaky legs, a heavy blush visible
on her face through the helmet's visor. Her arms were crossed over her breasts,
and tremors were going through her entire body. "Duran, load silver cartridge,"
she growled.
"Here we go again," Mai muttered with resignation.
One shot was headed at a crazy velocity for her right flank, the other tearing
through the air to her left. She dove forward.
Explosions rippled all around her, as she was lying flattened
against the ground, Mikoto underneath her.
At first, Mai couldn't believe that the shots had missed
her. Then, however, as she rose once again to her feet, a curious yet insistent
thought came to the fore of her mind — it felt a bit drafty on her left side.
Frowning in confusion, Mai turned her head, sparing a glance at her clothing,
and paled. "My beautiful matching jacket!" she lamented, grabbing
fistfuls of hair, as Mikoto fell on the floor, forgotten. "My favorite
dating outfit… forever ruined!"
She trained a murderous glare on her opponent, saying flatly,
"You murdered my jacket."
"So— So what?" the other girl said challengingly,
quickly gathering her senses. She trained her guns on Mai. "What are
you going to do, you perverted girl?"
"I guess I'll have to take that debt out of your hide,"
Mai said neutrally, though a grim smile spread across her lips.
"—And then she bolted, after a quick… struggle,
and you know the rest," Mai told Takumi, pushing a strand of hair behind
her ear in a showy manner. "The ship was damaged, but it still made the
trip, so we could arrive safely." She puffed out her chest, thumping
it for extra effect. "Now, you are amongst the few to know that you all
owe your life to a genuine super-heroine."
Takumi rolled his eyes. He raised his right fist, half-heartedly
calling out, "Yay."
"Oh, behave," she chided him, slapping
at his arm.
"What now?" he asked, ignoring her reaction.
"Now?" She shrugged. "I suppose we check
if our luggage got to our dorms yet, and then go and settle in. Prepare ourselves
for the exciting school life of the spring of our lives. Hmm…." Mai
smiled, her eyes taking on a far-off look. "I wonder who my roommate
will be…."
Takumi whimpered.
"—So that's why there's no place here for disgusting
creatures like you! If you understand, then get the hell out!" Haruka
Suzushiro, the head of the student council's executive committee, ended her
long rant to Mai on.
Mai herself looked unconcerned by the torrent of bile directed
towards her. She was seated with her back to the window, leaning nonchalantly
on her chair's back legs in front of Haruka, her crossed legs dangling in
the air.
Yukino Kikukawa, Haruka's assistant and childhood friend,
stood half-hidden behind the blonde girl, and tried to avoid looking at Mai.
Especially since the other girl tended to stretch at odd times, complain of
her feet falling asleep and spread them provocatively as she uncrossed them
slowly, making Haruka blush furiously and rant anew.
The room's other occupant, the student council president,
Shizuru Fujino, sat behind her desk quietly, pouring herself a glass of green
tea.
"You're even cuter when you're angry," Mai said,
smiling in a carefree manner at Haruka. Taking in the blonde girl's dumbfounded
expression, she winked and blew her a kiss.
Squealing like a sacrificial pig, Haruka tore at her hair,
stomping her leg, while Yukino fretted around her.
"Isn't she, though, Miss President?" Mai suddenly
asked.
Shizuru sipped some tea from her cup, her eyes closed,
and smiled. "Very cute," she agreed.
"Damn that stupid big-breasted woman! And that brainless
rice-in-tea woman!" Haruka screamed, raising her head to the Heavens.
"Indecent proposals in our sacred hallways! Moral corruption in this
school! In this very student council!"
"Haruka-chan…" Yukino whispered sadly.
"My, it's so lively around here," a male voice
said in a pleasant voice, just as the door to the student council chambers
slid open, and a handsome black-haired man stepped in.
"Kanzaki! Don't you dare ride with them!" Haruka
threatened, zooming across the room until she was grabbing him by the lapels
of his shirt.
"That's 'side', Haruka-chan," Yukino commented
quietly, twiddling her thumbs nervously.
"Side with 'them'?" the man asked, glancing at
the two girls who had apparently raised Haruka's ire. "Ah, did we have
a new member join our council?"
"I think that would be an excellent idea, Mr. Vice
President," Shizuru voiced suddenly, her perpetual smile lighting up
the room. "Kikukawa-san, would you please prepare an announcement about
Tokiha Mai-san to the student body?"
"Y-Yes, Student Council President Fujino," Yukino
replied shakily, cringing as Haruka turned her glare at her.
"I don't accept it! I won't accept it!"
the blonde protested loudly.
"But Haruka-chan, you only have one vote against their
two," Yukino tried to explain to her best friend.
"You're here too, so go and vote against their inbred
stupidity!"
Shizuru looked mildly offended, and Yukino suddenly shivered.
"I'm only here to support you, so…."
"Then it's unanimous," Shizuru announced, clapping
politely.
Ignoring Haruka's cry of, "The hell it is!" Reito
Kanzaki walked over to Mai to shake her hand. "Welcome onboard, Tokiha-san,"
he said, offering her a smile.
Mai returned the smile.
"So, I guess we're moving again?" Takumi asked
his sister, sighing, as she joined him at his dorm room. He hung his head
dejectedly, and reached below his bed, pulling out a suitcase. "I'll
start packing right away…."
"Huh?" she returned articulately. "How come?"
"Didn't they bring you up in front of the student
council on indecency charges, Oneesan, after you tried to pick up the head
of their executive committee?"
"Oh, that?" She shrugged, plopping down on his
roommate's bed and crossing her legs.
"Akira likes his privacy, Oneesan," Takumi chided
her, but his heart wasn't into it, as he waited to find out the punishment
the Student Council meted out to his sister.
She ignored him, as he expected she would. "They actually
promoted me, kinda." Mai beamed at her brother with pride. "You're
now looking at the new Student Council Secretary for Female Students Affairs!"
Takumi palmed his face, muttering, "What have I gotten
into?"
"Hey, what's that?" Mai asked, spotting something
peaking from below the pillow. Takumi turned towards her, his expression full
of shock and a healthy amount of fear, but she already had the object in her
arms. He froze when she let out a thoughtful, "Hmm," and opened
the sketchbook, looking through it.
"You… shouldn't take things that don't belong to
you, Oneesan," Takumi said at last, approaching her hesitantly. His desire
to put the sketchbook away before Akira noticed and hit him warred with his
apprehension of crossing the line his roommate drew on the ground between
their parts of the room and getting hit for that. "Akira-kun is
a very private boy. He will get angry."
Mai turned her head towards him, training her eyes on Takumi's.
"You're my kid brother and I love you. You know that, don't you?"
she said evenly.
He nodded with uncertainty.
"Then you also know that you shouldn't use yaoi in
a desperate bid for attention," she told him, turning the sketchbook
around. Takumi was featured there prominently, like a centerfold of an exotic
magazine, rose petals floating in the background.
"It's… it's nothing like that!" he sputtered,
waving his arms.
Mai ignored his protests, returning her attention to the
other sketches of her brother.
"It's you!" Mai exclaimed, jumping to her feet
as her chair flew backwards. "The wolf-borne terminator girl!"
"Natsuki?" Shizuru asked, blinking at her in
surprise. "You two know each other?"
"Ah, we meet again, my well-proportioned femme fatale,"
Mai said gravely, a wide grin suddenly sprouting over her face. "This
must be fate!"
Natsuki recoiled, as if physically struck, her hands in
a warding position.
"So your name is Natsuki?" Mai's grin became
even larger, if possible. "I like it."
"I'll see you later, Shizuru," Natsuki said stiffly,
walking backwards towards the door. The blue-haired girl kept her eyes on
Mai the entire time, watching her guardedly for any sudden movement, until
she was out of the student council chambers.
"I think she digs me," Mai said blissfully, clasping
her hands in front of her.
Shizuru's eyebrow twitched imperceptibly.
The morning, like all those before it, found Mai spread
out haphazardly across her bed in Fuuka Academy's girls' dorms, dreaming pleasantly
about the visions of loveliness her new school had to offer. Like that nice
Nao girl. Mai would have to work extra hard this summer and save her money
to afford a date with that one….
She abruptly regained consciousness, but avoided any sudden
movements. The lump on her stomach felt familiar, and Mai smiled, basking
in its warmth. Mikoto. Now she knew what she had been missing all of those
years of waking up alone.
She wondered idly whether Natsuki would feel as warm and
cuddly, and resolved to find out.
"I don't see why I have to work with her!" Natsuki
accused, pointing at Mai.
Glomped onto Natsuki, Mai whispered throatily, "I
knew you'd be warm and cuddly."
Shizuru's eyebrow twitched violently, and she cleared her
throat, causing ripples of whispers to spread throughout the spectators, originating
from Shizuru's fan club. "How was it that you ended up taking the cooking
make-up exam, Tokiha-san, being at the top of that class?" she asked
with a pleasantness that fooled few.
"Family emergency," Mai replied, smiling widely.
As Takumi moved in his seat, she threw him a pointed glare.
Gulping, the boy shot to his feet, nodding frantically.
"I-I was sick! Oneesan had to take care of me! Please let me keep my
most important thing!"
"What is he talking about, Mai-san?" Reito asked,
tapping his lips thoughtfully, as Haruka ranted about a family of perverts
in the background.
"No idea," Mai replied, taking out a rolled-up
sketchbook and smacking her free palm with it a few times, before returning
it to an inner pocket of her jacket.
"I… see," Reito said, looking at her doubtfully.
Natsuki finally managed to extract herself from Mai's embrace,
and circled the table they were to cook at, keeping it between them. "Why
do we have to pair up at all?"
"But we make such a beautiful pair," Mai murmured,
batting her eyelashes at Natsuki as she leaned across the table, stretching
her athletic form.
"The rest are all in groups of four!" Natsuki
protested.
Mai shrugged. "I don't see why you're dissatisfied
with the assignments. They were done fairly by lottery."
"And who oversaw this lottery?" Natsuki pressed
on.
"Why, an impartial and extremely attractive judge
acting on behalf of this student council." Mai's face contorted into
a mock frown. "You wouldn't accuse someone on the council of unfairly
affecting the outcome of this lottery, would you?"
Natsuki was about to reply, when she saw Shizuru's face.
Her older friend seemed upset, and Natsuki immediately decided to put an end
to this line of questioning, if it would bring doubt to Shizuru's professionalism,
even indirectly. She hung her head in defeat.
"I look forward to tasting your pastries, Natsuki,"
Shizuru cheered her on.
Natsuki blushed, not daring to raise her head, as a fresh
round of murmurs made its way through the gathered crowds.
"It's nice to work with you. You learned to break
eggs very quickly," Mai commented, mixing the crème in a large bowl.
She caught Natsuki's hand, and gently patted it, before letting go, saying,
"Don't add the chocolate chips to the crème, we'll just sprinkle them
on top."
Natsuki glanced at the packet of chocolate chips she was
holding, and nodded, setting it back on the table. "Thanks." An
awkward silence stretched between the two, only interrupted by the sounds
of Mai's mixer occasionally hitting the bowl with the crème. Natsuki stood
there in her apron, just staring at Mai doing their work for them, and fidgeted.
"So, umm, I didn't know you were such a good cook," she ventured
finally.
"Well, they say the way to your loved one's heart
is through their stomach," Mai replied happily. Natsuki twitched, but
Mai didn't notice it, continuing, "But really, I just like to cook. And
bake, obviously." She gestured at the oven, where their batches of cookie
dough were shaping up in the intense heat. "Especially baking, actually.
I feel really free and alive working next to an oven."
"I… see," Natsuki said, confused.
"Don't worry, Takumi doesn't understand it either,"
Mai told her, giggling. "But I can't change the way I feel." She
turned her head towards Natsuki as she said that, giving her a lust-filled
gaze.
"That's nice," Natsuki said, shivering and backing
away a few steps.
Commotion from the direction of the other two groups drew
their attention from each other. Bits of cake and eggshells were flying all
over the cooking arena, the other groups' working areas in total disarray.
Out of that mess, a shadowy shape leapt at their table, catching Mai off guard
and sending her and the bowl of crème in her arms flying.
Natsuki reacted quickly, and caught Mai in her arms, the
bowl of crème for their cookies held protectively by the younger girl.
Mai blushed, and leaned into the unwitting embrace. "You
saved our labor of love," she told Natsuki sultrily. "Thank you."
She straightened up, and kissed Natsuki on the cheek before the other girl
could move out of the way.
Shizuru passed them, her eyes resting on the frozen Natsuki
for a brief moment.
"Where are you going, Miss President?" Mai asked
her curiously. "Weren't you eager to get your hands on Natsuki's cookies?"
Shizuru stopped, and gave Mai what was obviously a fake
smile. "I will return in due time. First, there's something urgent I
have to take care of." Before Mai could ask her what that was, Shizuru
was off, muttering something about food thieves and vengeance.
Mai shrugged, and went back to work on she and Natsuki's
chocolate chip cookies, humming to herself happily.
Wake up, yawn pleasantly, stretch. Grope Mikoto. Pat her
on the head and get up.
Mai looked at the sleeping girl's form fondly. A routine
was such a colorless name for the life she led at Fuuka Academy. Shaking her
head at the thought, she went to make breakfast for two, as par her morning
ritual. Imagining Mikoto's grateful expression, which never failed to appear
as she ate Mai's cooking, was almost as fun as waking up next to the cuddly
girl.
The bed could stand to be bigger, though, Mai mused. She
was fully seeing the logic of double beds. Hmm. Wasn't she on the Student
Council? Weren't they the ones who set all those pesky, sometimes useless
rules of conduct that the hyper-but-very-hot Haruka girl took great care to
enforce?
Yes, it could work, Mai agreed with a nod. There was absolutely
no reason why she couldn't pass some motion giving students larger beds. And
to get the kinks out of her idea, it seemed like a good idea to bounce it
off someone, first.
Mai nodded to herself yet again, stirring the omelet she
was making for breakfast. She'd just ask Natsuki how the girl felt about sharing
a king-sized bed. Maybe at that Student Council-run function at the beach?
That prudish blonde bombshell, Haruka, was lending her beach house for it….
"Introduce me to the person you chose to spend your
summer holiday of love and passion with, Takumi," the orange-haired boy
heard from behind him suddenly. An involuntary shiver passing through his
extremities, he turned around slowly and waved feebly. "Hello, Oneesan."
Mai, clad in a tiny swimsuit and a lifeguard's cap, smiled.
"I'm glad that you're more outgoing, and that you've already made friends,"
she said, nodding to herself. "So, like I was saying… who's your friend?"
Takumi looked as if he had swallowed a particularly bitter
poison. "Umm, he is no one you would be interested in, Oneesan.
Just my roommate."
"Just your roommate, whom you'd bring to the beach
with you on a hot summer date?" she inquired, peering closer at Takumi.
She clasped her hands in front of her. "I'm so happy it wasn't a cry
for attention after all!"
Flustered, her brother waved his hands in the air erratically.
"Don't misunderstand again!" he yelled, drawing Akira's attention.
"And just how did this turn out to be a hot summer date?!"
Akira blushed, and sputtered denials.
"I'd love to stay and chat, but I know I shouldn't
be interrupting. Ah, young love." Mai smiled to herself. A flash of blue
hair in the distance caught her eyes, and she was off in a flash, calling
out into the distance, "Natsuki, wait for me, your lovely scantily-clad
lifeguard! Let's make many passionate memories together!"
"Umm… yeah," Takumi said lamely in her wake,
turning to look at his cross-dressing roommate. "That was… my sister."
Akira crossed her arms in front of her chest, and retreated
into the shade provided by a nearby beach umbrella.
Takumi sighed.
"Gah!" Mai exclaimed, grasping the boat's edge
with both arms as she inhaled deeply. "It's been a while since I had
to spend so much time underwater!"
"Why… were you underwater?" Natsuki asked her
cautiously, traces of shock still present from the moment when Mai suddenly
surfaced next to her boat.
"It's faster to swim that way, silly, since you don't
have to come up for air," Mai replied matter-of-factly. "Plus, there's
less resistance, which is a factor for me." She thrust her scantily-clad
chest at Natsuki. "See?"
Natsuki resisted the urge to bash her head against the
boat's surface. "And you just happened to resurface here?" she asked
sarcastically. "Completely by accident?"
"Of course not," Mai said, surprising her. She
pulled herself into the boat, and smiled at Natsuki. "I wanted to come
with you."
She didn't believe she would get a satisfying answer to
this question, but felt compelled to ask it anyway. "Why?"
Mai seemed to think about it for a moment. "You might
need someone to do CPR on you. I have a license, and a long, successful history
of applying that technique on young women in your age group."
Natsuki brought her arms in front of her in the shape of
an X. "Rejected," she deadpanned. "Go back."
"But this could be the start of our beautiful female
friendship!" Mai protested. "Friends are important!"
"I… already have a friend," Natsuki said after
a brief pause.
"My kind of friend?" Mai asked suspiciously,
peering at Natsuki's face. This also brought her much closer to the other
girl.
Natsuki recoiled all the way to the very edge of the boat.
"Shizuru's not like that at all!"
"Alright, if you say so," Mai agreed with a shrug.
"But it would be a lot more believable if you stopped blushing so badly."
As Natsuki was at a loss for words, Mai grinned. "So, I can stay? Great!"
"What are we looking for?" Mai wondered out loud,
taking the abandoned facility in.
"Keep your voice down!" Natsuki hissed at her,
crouching and looking through her infra-red goggles. "There are traps
all over the place," she finally told Mai, when she was done with her
analysis of the security around the former laboratory. She stood up, and started
walking towards the entrance, avoiding the sensors. "You'll have to follow
my footsteps exactly."
"Not a problem," Mai agreed, her eyes gravitating
towards Natsuki's behind. A wide grin on her face, she followed the other
girl in, murmuring, "I'm really glad I came along."
"Did you get all you came for?" Mai asked, looking
at the plush dog toy in Natsuki's hands. The name 'Duran' was sewn into its
belly, she noticed with her keen eyes.
The blue-haired girl nodded absently. "This used to
belong to me, a long time ago," she replied, before shaking her head
to clear it, and placed the doll under her armpit, walking towards her boat.
"So, how are we getting back to Haruka's house, anyway?"
Mai wondered, stretching out athletically.
Pointedly ignoring Mai's actions, Natsuki kept on walking.
"I left my bike down the road from where I left by boat, just around
the bend."
"Great!" Mai cheered.
"Hey, it's my bike!" Natsuki protested
hotly. "Get your own ride."
"Don't be like that!' Mai pleaded with the other girl.
"I was helpful, wasn't I?"
Natsuki's face contorted. "Maybe," she said guardedly.
The two walked together in silence, Mai hanging slightly
behind Natsuki.
"Are we there yet?"
Natsuki twitched mid-step, her right foot freezing before
she could lower it to the ground. "No," she grinded out. "Don't
like it, go swim back." She gave Mai's breasts a passing glance, and
added with a smirk, "Underwater."
"Why are you mean to me?" Mai asked her suddenly.
"I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?"
"Only by the loosest, most technical meaning of the
word," Natsuki said dismissively, tucking a loose strand of hair behind
her ear. "In that you are both a girl and a friend of mine."
"You consider me a friend, then!" Mai said excitedly.
"Oh, happy day!"
"…right," Natsuki drawled out, grimacing. She
continued walking in silence, getting ahead of her companion.
Pouting, Mai jogged to catch up to her. "So if I'm
your friend who is a girl, why aren't you being nicer? You know, to me?"
"Because I don't like you," Natsuki deadpanned,
not missing a step.
Mai pouted again. "Why do you say all these things
you don't mean, Natsuki? I'm perfectly likeable!"
"Not to me," the blue-haired girl dismissed with
a wave of her hand.
"Can it be…." Mai frowned, pausing mid-step.
"Can it be you just don't like girls?" She tapped her lips thoughtfully,
pondering this for several moments, before laughing to herself. "Nah,
that's impossible!"
It was Natsuki's turn to pause in mid-step, and she turned
her head around to give the approaching Mai her full attention. "What
do you mean by that?!" she demanded to know, completing the turn
and standing with her hands on her hips.
Mai rolled her eyes. "Isn't it obvious?" She
walked past Natsuki, and patted her on the cheek before continuing. "C'mon,
I'm sure your bike is here somewhere. Aren't you excited about taking a moonlit
drive together with me? I am!"
Natsuki stomped her right foot in frustration.
"Is this a bad time to mention I caught you changing
before you left?" Mai smiled in remembrance. "You looked very hot."
"Miss President!" Mai exclaimed, flipping the
lights on. She continued in a more amiable tone of voice. "Fancy meeting
you here… in my quarters… after lights out." Her smile became suggestive.
"Natsuki came to see me," Shizuru said pleasantly,
crossing her legs as she sat on Mai's bed. "She seems worried that you're
after her." She paused briefly. "Can you explain to me why she seems
to think that you're a pervert, Tokiha-san, and might be turning her into
one as well?"
"Umm," Mai stalled, searching for words. "I
might've hit on her a few times in school?" She eventually replied, deciding
to be truthful with Shizuru. "And I snuck into her room at night — she
has a lovely lingerie collection, by the way. Speaking of lingerie, it was
stolen once by that strange underwear thief. It's strange how even though
I offered to let her borrow some of mine she just ran away with her hands
holding her skirt down. At least I found out that she is a natu—"
Shizuru made a little strangled sound.
"Right." Mai shrugged. "Oh, and we have
stimulating talks about an assortment of subjects, such as the pros and cons
of sharing a bed together, and we even got to have an exciting adventure at
sea together! Actually, that one was very pleasant, since I got Natsuki to
hitchhike. She was quite fetching, at that." She nodded to herself several
times. "Plus, there was that time I accidentally landed on her when she
was trying to kill me and ended up fondling her. Completely by chance, of
course. She never did manage to let it go…."
"Ah, I see." Shizuru nodded. "I'm afraid
I'll have to kill you now." She stood up, a large glaive materializing
in her arms.
Mai twitched.
"Why is it… that the hot girls… in this school…
have freaky weapons… and are trying… to kill me?" Mai lamented
rhetorically, panting, her hands resting on her knees.
"Are you sure you have time to stop and regain your
breath, Tokiha-san?" Shizuru asked her in a conversational tone, standing
a few meters behind her. Moonlight glinted off the blade of her glaive menacingly.
"Wow, aren't you the little princess magnet, Mai-chan?"
a new voice asked.
Mai glanced towards its source, spotting a young boy Takumi's
age with untamed blue hair sitting comfortably on a tree branch above her.
His legs dangled freely, and he seemed to be holding a fried octopus in his
hand.
"Nagi?" Shizuru said, turning it into a question.
"What are you doing here?"
"HiME shouldn't fight HiME," Nagi cautioned,
waving the octopus around.
"You really shouldn't try to stop me," Shizuru
responded, redirecting her attention to him from Mai for the time being. "Tokiha-san
must die."
"Why?!" Mai all but yelled.
"A wise woman once said, 'Obstacles are for the killing',"
Shizuru quoted from memory. The glaive was pointed at Mai once more.
"Oh, crap," Mai deadpanned. "I should've
known. I, of all people, really should've seen the signs."
"Goodbye, Tokiha-san," Shizuru said, flying at
her weapon-first.
Mai ran.
"Want some help, Mai-chan?" Nagi asked, leaping
from branch to branch as he leisurely kept up with Mai and Shizuru.
"Sure!" she yelled back at him. "Jump right
in!"
"Ah, but I can't do that," he mumbled, munching
on his food. "I shouldn't interfere in battles between HiME."
"But you said hime shouldn't fight!" she sputtered,
adding quietly, "Whatever a hime is."
"This is most unfortunate," Nagi agreed.
"Go to hell, you idiot," she muttered.
"I could show you a place where you would find
a weapon to defend yourself," Nagi offered, dangling upside down from
a branch to her left. As Mai passed him, he lost his balance and dropped to
the ground on his head.
She was in a cave, Mai realized. Pretty spacious, and with
a small opening at the top, but still a dead end, as far as she was concerned.
Nagi was nowhere to be found, either.
"This is the end, Tokiha-san."
Crap. She'd been set up. And if Miss President with the
deadly-looking weapon came any closer, it would all be over. Takumi, her fun
life… getting it on with Natsuki….
"Oh, hell no!" Mai objected out loud. She walked
backwards away from Shizuru, her eyes darting to the sides, looking for anything
she could use as a makeshift weapon. Even some small tunnel she had originally
overlooked and could use for escape would be a welcome find. A section of
the wall covered with strange writings and pictographs drew her attention,
and she ran towards it in desperation.
A sword was embedded in the bedrock almost to the hilt.
Mai grasped at it with both hands and pulled. Her legs slid across the ground,
but the sword didn't bulge. Hearing a scraping sound caused her to throw a
frightened glance over her shoulder. She saw Shizuru moving towards her at
a leisurely pace, the blade of her glaive dragging across the ground, Shizuru's
eyes flashing red.
Shrieking in terror, Mai held on tighter, her hands whitening,
and put her feet against the wall, one after the other. She braced herself,
and then gave another strong pull, crying out Natsuki's name.
The sword came out of its stony prison with a screech of
metal. Mai didn't have time to balance herself, and landed on her back painfully,
holding onto her liberated weapon. She groaned, rolling over to her stomach,
and smirked at the woman trying to kill her.
Shizuru glanced at the sword coldly, and whispered a name.
Mai's superior smirk was instantly wiped out by the appearance
of a gigantic, purple octopus-like being, its tentacles ending with sneering
snakes. "You've got to be kidding me!" she whined, getting into
a crouch with her back plastered against the wall.
"So, what's a hime, anyway?" Mai asked, stalling
for time.
"A HiME is someone who can manipulate photons. Highly-advanced
Materializing Equipment. So—" Nagi explained conversationally,
though the explanation was cut off by the sounds of screeching from Kiyohime's
heads.
"That doesn't make any sense," Mai commented,
taking a step back. Her voice was shaky, and not at all casual like Nagi's,
try as she might have to imitate him. "Not with the English the professors
at Fuuka have been teaching us."
Shizuru shrugged, and twirled her scythe around her form
elegantly. "I have to agree, Tokiha-san. However, any attempt to stall
me with words would not work."
"Then— how about soldiers?" Mai asked suddenly.
Shizuru blinked. "You want to stall me with soldiers?"
"No," Mai replied, shaking her head. The sword
in her arms dipped slightly, and she made a conscious effort to point its
tip at her opponent once more. "Soldiers with Materializing
Equipment. How about it?"
"No, no, it's all wrong!" Nagi protested. "A
HiME is a HiME!"
Shizuru paused in her advance to think the suggestion over.
"It does make more sense, and Nagi is against it—"
"I am, I am!" the boy agreed readily, nodding
several times.
"—I guess that settles it," Shizuru concluded.
"I never liked HiME, anyway."
"Do you still have to kill me?" Mai chanced,
looking at the chestnut-haired girl with almost unbridled optimism.
"Afraid so," Shizuru replied, nodding.
"Darn."
"You were talking about—" Mai jumped back to
avoid a giant snake head snapping at her. She hit the ground on her feet,
but kept on sliding backwards. Grasping her sword firmly with both arms, she
struck its tip against the ground, arresting her movement. "—how all
of us had a Kiyohime to help us?"
"Not a Kiyohime, a Child," Nagi explained, sounding
exasperated. "Kiyohime is just the name of Fujino's Child. Every HiME
has a different Child—"
"I'm too young to have children," Mai protested,
cutting him off. "Can't I just—" She used her sword to guard from
another strike from Kiyohime, getting pushed back almost to the wall. "—baby-sit?"
"Maybe you should adopt one of the Orphans, Tokiha-san,"
Shizuru suggested, smiling calmly, her weapon at the ready.
Mai frowned. "Now I know you're making fun of me."
"Incidentally, the Child Kagutsuchi is sealed here,"
Nagi commented idly. "Oh, I wonder who will put their hands on those
cavemen drawing on that wall behind Mai-chan — a little to the left, a bit
higher, yes, Mai-chan — and gain his awesome power."
"Try and be any more casual about this, and I'll shove
this sword where the sun doesn't shine, even if it's the last thing I do,"
Mai swore, shaking the weapon at the boy.
"Oh, my!" Shizuru exclaimed. Her scythe lowered.
"I don't believe I've ever heard something so corny." She shook
her head. "Certainly not said right next to me. I'm impressed, Tokiha-san."
"Impressed enough not to kill me?" Mai asked,
her voice perky and hopeful.
"Ah, I forgot to mention something," Nagi interjected,
before Shizuru could rebuff Mai once more. "When a HiME makes a contract
with a Child, she has to put something important on the line. But that's not
a problem, is it?"
Mai frowned. "How important? I mean, do I have to
forego my allowance for the next week?"
"The next week?" Nagi and Shizuru repeated together.
"The whole month? No?" Mai then gasped. "Forever?
You can't be serious?"
"It's not that kind of sacrifice," Nagi finally
said at length.
"It is a form of human sacrifice," Shizuru said,
her words chilling Mai. "When I fight, I put the life of the one who
is most precious to me on the line. Should I lose, her life is forfeit. Therefore,
losing is unimaginable."
"Okay. Suddenly, not really wanting to win, here,"
Mai grouched. At Shizuru's raised eyebrow, she snorted. "Let's cut the
crap. I win, Natsuki gets it. Yes?"
Shizuru inclined her head in agreement.
"You win, Natsuki's screwed as well. In a bad way."
"Only if your powers have fully awakened," Shizuru
pointed out helpfully.
"Ah." Mai nodded, and transferred the hilt of
her sword solely to her left hand, slamming the right against the seal on
the wall behind her. "Kagutsuchi!" She called out, and a gigantic
bird of fire erupted from the wall, fumes escaping its nostrils.
Shizuru frowned, before adopting a neutral expression.
"Okay," she said, and lowered her scythe completely, its tip pointing
at the ground.
"Okay what?" Mai asked cautiously, glancing at
her enormous Child to boost her confidence.
"I'm impressed enough to not kill you now, Mai."
"I wish I could've been there for the money shot,"
Shizuru said, winking suggestively at Natsuki.
"Shizuru?" the blue-haired girl asked, confused.
"When during the underwear-stealing incident your
special lingerie was stolen, of course," the student council president
replied matter-of-factly. "I understand that you gave Mai quite a view."
Shizuru closed her eyes, drinking tea from her cup, a pleased expression on
her face.
Natsuki gaped at her friend. "Money shot? Lingerie?"
she stammered, her eyes wide. She turned towards the orange-haired girl. "Mai?!"
Mai grinned at Natsuki from her seat next to Shizuru. "Money
shot," she confirmed. "Wouldn't have missed it for the world."
Natsuki switched her astonished gaze to Shizuru. "Did
she do something to you?" She walked quickly, though stiffly, towards
her friend. "Drug you? M-Molest you into losing your sanity?"
"Yay for Shizuru's sanity," Mai grumbled quietly
to herself, ignored by the other two girls.
"Mai has done no such thing," Shizuru replied,
shaking her head lightly.
"There it is again!" Natsuki exclaimed. "Mai!"
She grasped Shizuru by her shoulders, leaning forward to lock eyes with her.
"What happened to 'Tokiha-san'?"
"Mai is sitting right here," Shizuru replied,
faking surprise. "Is there anything wrong with your eyes?" Suddenly,
before Natsuki could respond, Shizuru's tongue darted out and licked Natsuki's
nose playfully.
A shiver, starting from Natsuki's nose, passed through
her entire body.
"A blushing Natsuki is a very pretty Natsuki,"
Shizuru commented, turning to Mai. "Tea?"
"That she is," Mai agreed. "And I'd love
some."
Shizuru inclined her head in the orange-haired girl's direction,
and poured some green tea into an empty cup. She then handed it over to Mai,
who nodded in gratitude, taking it.
The bell signifying the end of classes rang, and Mai wasted
no time in gathering her things. Whistling to herself, she stepped out into
the corridor, where she spotted Natsuki. "Wanna go bust up some evil
Orphans today together?" Mai asked cheerfully, walking towards the blue-haired
girl while ignoring the couple of strange glances her words had brought on.
"How do you know about Orphans?!" Natsuki answered
with a question of her own, eyeing Mai with distrust.
"Shizuru told me all about it," Mai explained,
shrugging. "Since losing to one of them meant losing you, she figured
I needed to know about the situation." She frowned then. "This is
a very strange school."
"Shizuru?!" Natsuki shook her head in confusion.
"She's involved in this, too?"
"Don't worry," Mai replied, making as if she
was going to pat Natsuki on the shoulder. The blue-haired girl, already on
her guard against Mai, danced out of the way. "We're not leaving you
out of this."
"What do you mean?" Natsuki asked, dread mounting.
"Well, to make a long story short, after spending
some time fighting over you," Mai replied, "we had a heart-to-heart
and ended up deciding to form our 3-SoME with you, Natsuki."
All talk in the corridor stopped, as if a master switch
had been flipped by an unseen hand.
"What the hell is this?" Natsuki demanded to
know, her eyebrow twitching.
"A-A love l-letter," the mousy, brown-haired
girl with a bob haircut stammered, holding a sealed letter in her hands. She
bowed deeply, her entire body shaking, and stretched her arms out towards
Natsuki. "Please accept it, Sempai!"
"But… I'm a girl," Natsuki protested weekly.
"Why…?" She trailed off, out of words.
"You're really cool, and pretty, and… and…."
Suddenly, the girl's head shot up, her eyes burning with conviction, "And
both President Shizuru and Tokiha-sempai are in a dangerous relationship with
you, Sempai! Please let me join, too!"
Natsuki palmed her face, mentally asking what she'd done
to deserve this. "Mai?" she called out, not really expecting an
answer. "Did you put her up to this?"
"No," a disembodied voice replied to Natsuki.
"But I'd really like it if you turned her down. It was hard enough to
come up with our current acronym."
As the confessing girl looked around in bewilderment, a
cold shiver passed through Natsuki's spine.
"Mai, you're a pervert, and an overall pretty scary
person," Natsuki said at length, shuffling from foot to foot, "but
I suppose I can count on you where it, well, counts." She blinked, and
amended quickly, "As long as you're not invading my personal space at
a radius of five meters."
Mai pouted, and reluctantly removed her hands from Natsuki's
slim waist, stepping back.
"Shizuru, you've been my only friend for over three
years, and I've always been able to rely on you." She took in Shizuru's
happy and more than suggestive smile, and shivered. "You're also probably
an even scarier person and a closet pervert, with my luck."
Shizuru matched Mai's pout.
"For the love of all that is holy, why can't we all
just be friends?!" Natsuki asked the two girls facing her, exasperated.
Mai and Shizuru exchanged glances. "You're kidding,
right?" Mai snorted. "There's no way I'm going to be as repressed
as Shizuru."
"Repressed?" the student council president asked,
a whiff of indignation in her voice.
"Well, you've spent almost four years around Natsuki,
and never once found the courage to confess, right?" Mai gave Shizuru
a penetrating glance. "And while you'd fallen in love with her at first
sight, too, I bet."
Shizuru looked away, abashed. "I wanted to keep our
friendship, because Natsuki was an important person to me."
"She's important to me, too!" Mai insisted. "I'm
not giving up on the person I want to finally settle down with, after all
the searching!" She winked at Natsuki. "So how about it? It'll be
fun, I guarantee it!"
"Am I a lesbian magnet?" Natsuki wondered out
loud, dropping her head into her cupped hands to conceal her heavy blush.
"You could be," Mai's sultry voice filtered tenderly
into her ears.
"Personal space," Natsuki reminded her tiredly,
and felt Mai's body melt away from her own.
"Do you have a boy you like, Natsuki?" Shizuru
asked her suddenly in her gentle voice.
"What?!" Natsuki exclaimed, her train of thought
completely derailed by the seeming non-sequitur. "No!"
"A girl, then?" Shizuru pressed on.
Mai shrugged. "It's possible, what with her being
a lesbian mag—"
"I'm not!" Natsuki interrupted Mai, her face
flushed as a ripe tomato. "And no, I'm not in love with anyone. Shizuru,
don't you see—" She stopped in the middle of the sentence, and spoke
with resignation. "Five meters, Mai."
"I know, I got it the second time," Mai replied.
Her voice sounded distant.
Natsuki opened her eyes, and looked at Shizuru's smiling
face.
"Is anything the matter?" Shizuru asked, snuggling
closer to Natsuki, a contented expression on her face.
"I can't win," Natsuki said in resignation, "can
I?"
"Would it be so bad to lose just this once, Natsuki?"
Shizuru asked her, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. A moment later, Natsuki
could feel that Mai had once more violated her personal space, molding herself
to Natsuki's back.
Natsuki stayed quiet this time.
"So, what's our next move?" Nagi asked himself,
sitting cross-legged on top of the bell tower.
"Oh, who am I kidding?" He tussled up his hair
in frustration. "With that 3-SoME in the way, it might as well be game-set-match
for the other team."
Nagi pouted. "It really is unfair, especially after all the work I put
into all the arrangement for the festival. Oh well, there's always another one
three hundred years later," he said in resignation. "Better get ready
for that one. So much work to do, so little time to do it." Nagi rubbed
his hands together, before clapping them once. "Preparations it is!"
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