Story: Tea Leaves, Coffee Beans, and a Touch of Mint. (all chapters)

DISCLAIMER: All things Mai-HiME and Mai-HiME-related are owned by Sunrise, and are only being used by myself in an effort to give praise to their fine work via imitation as the sincerest form of flattery (aka please don’t sue me).

A few months after the HiMe Festival.

"YUUU-KIII-NO!?" A loud, boisterous voice rang out within the confines of the room.

The girl in question looked up quickly, small rectangular glasses sliding down her pert nose. She glanced quickly between the two women looking at her, before focusing in on the one closest to her, her somewhat noisy friend whose brilliant violet were now flashing in annoyance.

"Ah, er, yes Haruka-chan?" Yukino's mind raced, and she pushed her glasses back up as a flush rose to her lightly freckled cheeks. She tried in vain to remember what was taking place before her mind had wandered once again to other things, things about the girl standing before her, things about…

“Yukino, you…” Haruka trailed off, and her eyebrow began to twitch. Yukino was obviously not paying attention; the girl was lost in thought once more. Haruka exchanged a quick look with the other woman in the room in an attempt to excuse her partner, before turning back to the distant hazel eyes of her friend.

"Yukino! You're spading out again!" Haruka was finally forced to yell, bringing the young girl back to reality.

"You mean spacing--" Yukino began automatically, but Haruka stamped her foot and leaned in closer, cutting her off.

"Honestly Yukino, what's wrong with you today? I‘ve seen you more alert on less than an hours sleep than you have been this morning. It‘s not just that either, you‘ve been slipping little by little for the past few months." Her voice softened slightly, at least to Yukino’s experienced ears, “What‘s bothering you Yukino? You need some help with something, anybody you need me to deal with?” She stood, frowning, with her hands on her hips, looking expectantly at her friend.

Yukino ran a hand through her tousled auburn hair, blushing, "Ah, no, it’s nothing. Sorry, Haruka-chan, my mind just seems prone to wander today."

Haruka shook her head in exasperation, "Well try to keep it here with me, okay? Just for a little longer. We can talk about this later.”

Yukino nodded, turning back to her laptop and trying to focus. Haruka nodded once, satisfied, before turning back to her daily rant with Shizuru about the quality of morals and decency among the students. If only she knew, if only I could tell her… Keeping her mind with Haruka was exactly what the problem was, she was finding it exceptionally difficult to keep her mind on anything else. She shook that thought, trying to look normal, Yukino did not want to make Haruka worry about her...

Yukino tried to concentrate on what she was doing, but as Haruka turned back around, Yukino found her eyes being drawn over once again, running up her toned, athletic form- No sports for busy Haruka-chan, but it takes an athlete just to be her- until they reached the pinnacle of her form at her cascade of shiny, golden hair. This time she could not even manage the small decency of looking away to daydream... Yukino knew that Haruka was speaking again, and she tried to listen, but could not focus, could not make out the words. Her mind was in another place now, drifting through thoughts that had been the focus of her most wonderful dreams and terrible nightmares.

Just on the other side of those waves of hair was Haruka-chan’s determined face, with those brilliant, vibrant eyes. Eyes that were usually stern and commanding, hard as stone and just as unyielding, but eyes that Yukino had seen a different side of. Yukino had seen those eyes soften, seen them turn so beautiful and compassionate that it took her breath away. It was said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but if that were true Haruka's did not even have glass to bar your view. You never had to wonder with Haruka, you knew the truth of her when you saw those eyes. Yukino loved those eyes, and every time she saw them these days she wanted to yell, to take Haruka into her arms and hold her and never let go. To look deep into them and confess everything, everything she felt, everything she wanted, everything she needed, and to see the same things echoed in those crystal clear eyes… but those same eyes were what kept stopping her. Those eyes surely did display the truth of Haruka’s heart for all the world to see, and Yukino had seen the painful truth of Haruka’s feelings that night long ago…

Yukino felt her breath quicken, she needed to get out of that room. She knew that if she saw those eyes, if she looked into them at this time, no matter what she had seen before she would not be able to stop herself from realizing her desires. She was not sure she wanted to stop herself, but she was sure that she could not face Haruka here, not now, not like this.

Yukino jumped up from her desk with a clatter from the chair, attracting the eyes of the other occupants. "Haruka-chan, I don't feel well, I think I need to go to the nurse. Pardon, President Fujino." After a hasty bow to them both, she started quickly towards the door, almost running in her haste. Haruka stood dumbfounded, staring after Yukino. Too late, she found her voice and followed her friend.

"Yukino, wha-?"

But by the time she made it into the hall, Yukino was already out of sight.

"Suzushiro-san?" Came a soft, clear voice from behind her. Haruka quickly turned back around to face a pair of concerned ruby eyes looking into her own, and tried to compose herself.

"I… yes! I was saying that something needs to be done about, um..." Try as she might, Haruka could not remember what she had been speaking of… What happened to Yukino? No, Yukino was probably fine, and she needed to focus on what she was doing. She turned back to the president, preparing to talk about something, anything to restore the discussions, but the President had other plans.

"Yes, yes, Suzushiro-san, I think you've covered everything for today quite well. You may rest assured I will look into the matter. Now, why don't you go see what is bothering Kikukawa-san, yes? She seemed quite distressed." Shizuru took the initiative, rising from her seat to guide Haruka towards the door.

"Ah, yes, President Fujino. I will go check the nurses office then, good day." Yes, she did seem distressed, that's surely more important than… whatever it was I was talking about. Of course Haruka did not want to think her closest friend was in trouble; she needed Yukino at one-hundred-percent to do her job, after all. Haruka started quickly and determinedly down the hall. She now had a focus and, confused or not, nothing stopped Haruka when she had something she needed to do.

Shizuru stepped out of the room as well, watching Haruka stalk down the hall and around the corner, while a little suspicion took root in her mind and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. With a slightly amused gleam in her ruby eyes, she gently called out.

"Kikukawa-san, it's 'safe', you may come out now." Her voice echoed softly into the empty hall. Her request was rewarded with a small yelp from the class next door, and Yukino popping her head out into the hall, blushing and rubbing the back of her head. While Yukino hurriedly tried to think of a plausible explanation for her surely odd behavior, Shizuru excused her from this by motioning for them to return to the council room with a twist of her head, long chestnut hair flowing behind her. Yukino could not figure out how Shizuru had known she was there, but gave it only a moments thought before following reluctantly, thinking that she was about to be reprimanded for "ditching" a meeting. Shizuru calmly sat, poured two cups of tea, and motioned for Yukino to take her own seat. Yukino did so, but warily, not knowing what was going to happen now, or why she was being given tea if this was a punishment. A devious little thought wormed its way into her mind. Thinking about Shizuru's own particular romantic life, Yukino began hoping that this was a punishment. Surely she had not been so noticeable about anything that Shizuru felt the need for--

"So, Kikukawa-san, just how long has it been?"

Yukino winced and a flush rose to her face. So much for that hope. How am I going to get out of this? There was no mistaking Shizuru's tone, even as calm and friendly as it always was. The first option was easy, however; Yukino tried to play it off innocently, feigning ignorance.

"Oh? What do you mean Miss President?" Shizuru did not answer, she just sipped her tea and kept her knowing gaze locked on Yukino. Yukino, to her credit, held out for a few moments, but then she lost all will to maintain that woeful deception. Her shoulders sagged, and she lowered her head. After a few more silent seconds passed, Shizuru heard a soft voice murmur out from underneath a veil of tousled hair.

"As long as I can remember. It seems as though I've always felt this way, even when I was too young to know exactly what these feelings were, when we were kids..." Yukino was not quite ready to give up yet. She hoped that her despairing disposition and the level of emotion she put into that “confession” would be enough to satisfy whatever curiosity Shizuru was exercising.

"Kikukawa-san, not to recall unpleasant memories, but we both have known that for a long time now. I was referring to this newer habit of yours. I do not seem to recall your staring quite so longingly, and quite so obviously, after Suzushiro-san before."

Yukino winced, she had not thought it was that obvious. Though, given Shizuru‘s history, perhaps it was only so obvious to her. Yukino recalled a voice, like a ghost from the past. Aren't you in the same situation? Yukino had not thought so, not then. The thought had repelled her. She was not like Shizuru, she would never do such things as she had witnessed the other woman do then. But… now she had to admit she was starting to realize just how Shizuru could have been driven to do what she had. It pained her to admit it, but if anyone could understand her, it would be Shizuru.

NO! I don‘t want that… I don‘t want her understanding, or her acceptance, or anything!. Admitting that Shizuru could understand her feelings would mean that those feelings were the same as those Shizuru felt. Deep down, feeling that her love was somehow more pure than Shizuru’s had been all that kept her from losing hope. As if somehow, what Haruka had said that night did not apply, because this love was better, this love was not disgusting or repelling or any of those other things Haruka thought...

"I didn't before, I could control myself. Just being around her was enough. Just being with her every day without fail, the thought of her not being there never crossed my mind. I can barely even remember a time when she wasn't with me. Back then I could at least tell myself: 'When the time's right, you can tell her, there’s no hurry.' The right time never came, but it didn’t matter. At least I could be with her, and nothing would ever take her away. Then the festival came.” Yukino's hazel eyes began to shine with tears as she was taken back to that time, and started to relive every agonizing moment. She still did not know why she was saying these things, but could not seem to stop.

“Do you remember the night that we were told what it truly was we put on the line when we accepted our power? Did you feel the same pain, like a knife through your heart? The only reason I had accepted Diana in the first place was to protect Haruka-chan, and now she was in even greater danger because of it.”

Shizuru nodded, she remembered too. She remembered thinking about Natsuki, about her vow to never let anyone harm her. That vow that had led her to such horrifying acts, acts she thought would prove her love to Natsuki, but that went against everything that Natsuki wanted. That, at least, was one pain Yukino never experienced. Yukino had not had so obsessive a love that it led her to abandon all values and goodness in trying to save her loved one, in trying to keep that love all to herself… Yukino never had to face that part of herself.

“I remember when I almost let my fear get the better of me. I almost did some awful, terrible things… The only thing that stayed my hand was Haruka-chan’s voice in my heart, reminding me of a promise I had made to her. I had a choice, I could forsake everything she held dear, or I could forsake her. I did the latter… it broke my heart, but it was what Haruka-chan would have wanted.”

Shizuru continued to sit, still outwardly calm, but once again inside was another matter. She was dealing with a torrent of her own emotions. She was not used to being wrong, she had thought Yukino was so much more innocent in her affections towards Suzushiro-san, Shizuru had not thought Yukino had ever faced that difficult choice. For sure, Shizuru knew that they had made different decisions when faced with that choice, but that common experience remained between them.

Shizuru felt a new respect for Yukino, for making the choice her loved one would have wanted, despite the pain it brought. That was something Shizuru had never experienced. She tried to imagine what it would have been like, deciding to do what was right and good, even if it meant giving up Natsuki. Shizuru had gone through this time thinking only of how she had suffered during that time, for a love she thought could never be, and for the things she had done because of it, but now she started to realize that she held much more in common with Yukino than she had ever thought possible. Their pain, while different in source and experience, was still the same.

This little session was not turning out as planned. She had thought that it would be just a little fun, watching Yukino try to fumble through explaining herself, perhaps then offering some friendly advice. This, however, was quickly becoming just as difficult for her to hear as it was for the other girl to speak.

“You said you didn’t want to bring up painful memories, President, but I think you know what comes next.”

And now we come to this. The one memory that apparently still haunted them both. Shizuru knew very well what came next, as it was the precise “painful memory” she had wished to avoid.

“The night Haruka-chan and I traveled to where you had secreted yourself and Kuga-san. I don’t know what I expected to happen there, I thought that maybe Haruka could convince you to return, I never meant what happened next.”

Yukino looked up for the first time since she had begun speaking. With eyes now fully streaming tears down her face, she nevertheless managed to look Shizuru in the eye with an unwavering gaze. Shizuru braced herself, thinking that she would now be on the receiving end Yukino’s fury, a fury that surely had been building power for all this time.

“I… I’m sorry for that night. I said things that night that I have since wished I could take back. I understand now how you could have done those things. I won’t lie now and say that I can accept them, but I do now understand. What you said that night was also true, I just wasn‘t able to accept it then…”

Shizuru reeled inside, her heart breaking for this girl in front of her. Pure hatred would have been easier to take than this tear-stained apology. Much easier. Shizuru knew she could not maintain her silent demeanor any longer, she had to say something.

“Kikukawa-san, please, don’t. If you want to compare sins with me today, I will win.” Shizuru did her best to smile, but even her best was not enough to keep her voice from cracking with emotion, “Let’s just accept that we both said and did things then that we regret, and move on.” Please, I don’t know if I can take any more of that.

Yukino nodded her assent, that's probably best, and tried to continue with what was to be the most difficult memory, for both of them, “I can recall it so clearly after that, seeing Haruka die in front of me, die because of me, because of what I felt for her.…” Yukino started to lose what little composure she had maintained. “All I could think about was that I would never get to tell her now- she would never know. I would never see those wonderful eyes again, never feel that bright smile light up my day, never feel my hand in hers again, never…”

Yukino broke into wracking sobs as she finally spoke aloud what she had been screaming in her heart for so long. With one simple question, Shizuru had cracked the dam that had held her feelings in check, and there was nothing that Yukino could do to stem the tide now. This was her worst fear she was voicing, that she would lose Haruka again. Even now, after she had been granted a second chance, and had full knowledge that it was her last one, she had not been able to tell Haruka how she felt. She had hated herself and what she felt was her cowardice every day for it, but could not look past what she had seen in Haruka’s eyes that night, what she had heard in Haruka’s voice.

Shizuru felt tears seep into her eyes now, but she dabbed them away before they could be seen. They both had that night in common as one of the worst experiences in their lives. In dealing with her own demons, Shizuru realized she had never truly considered what Yukino had gone through that night, and now was feeling every day’s worth of that omission. She remembered that night as the time her own love had rejected her, with that look of shock and revulsion on her face. Though Shizuru and Natsuki had long ago forgiven each other their past transgressions, the memory of that rejection, and the pain it caused, was still vivid in her mind. Looking at Yukino, Shizuru could not believe the depths of strength this girl had. Though perhaps not as drastically nor as directly as Shizuru, Yukino had also experienced the rejection of her love that night. "To indulge in such action between females… how disgusting.” Suzushiro-san's voice rang in her memory, punctuating her newfound guilt. At the time Shizuru had only thought of the insult to Natsuki that represented, but now…

Suzushiro-san was right, when she said I only thought of myself, Shizuru thought bitterly. When Shizuru thought about it, Yukino had gone through at least as much, if not more than, she had herself that night. They both had dealt with rejection, and they both had lost their loves that night.

Shizuru's heart went out to Yukino, and she did something she had definitely not planned on. She arose, moved around the table and sat down next to Yukino, catching her in an embrace. Yukino buried her head in Shizuru's shoulder and Shizuru felt another fresh stab of guilt at this, again almost wishing that Yukino had decided to hate her instead. After a while, Yukino ran out of tears, and her breath came in long, ragged gasps. They sat like this for a few minutes, understanding one another without a word between them, and taking comfort in the silence. Soon Yukino's breathing quieted, and she separated herself slightly from the woman next to her.

Shizuru, however, was the one to truly break the tranquility. Quickly wiping away her own tears, so Yukino would not see them, she gently cupped Yukino's chin in her hand and raised Yukino's red, shining eyes to her own.

"First of all, let us clear up one matter. You are not a coward." Shizuru said gently. Yukino's eyes widened is surprise. Once again Shizuru had looked past what Yukino had presented on the surface, and managed to touch on the reality behind it.

"But, Fujino-"

"No, just listen. Do you think I am a coward?"

Yukino's eyes widened again, this time in shock, "No! Why would I think-" But Shizuru cut her off again.

"You know how it was that my Natsuki discovered my feelings for her, right?" Yukino managed a nod, the memory quite fresh at this point, "I wasn't able to do that by choice any more than you have been able too, and managed to do much more cowardly things than you have before she finally knew."

Yukino nodded again, still not entirely convinced. In her mind, Shizuru had still been able to tell Natsuki how she felt, the circumstances did not matter. She might have thought many unflattering things of Shizuru at one time, but cowardice had never been one of them. If this were true, if she was not the coward she felt she was... Then why did Shizuru manage a happy ending with Kuga-san while I continued to wallow in self-pity? She did not want to discuss this any more though, so she did not argue.

"Oh, and let's not go to ‘Fujino' and 'Miss President' now.” Shizuru continued, “Don’t we know each other well enough not to be so formal? Especially after today?" She finished kindly. She was about to add more, but this time it was Yukino's turn to interrupt.

"Okay then, Shizuru...san," This was really more comfortable, they definitely knew each other well enough by now that the formality had been getting uncomfortable for both of them. "But I want to say something before you continue. One more thing about that night. If you’re still harboring any thoughts about it, just know that I don’t blame you for anything. Let’s do as you said, and just recognize that we both did things we regret now, and leave the past alone.”

“Well then, let us do that, and focus on what is to come.” Shizuru knew she would not be able to forget, no more than Yukino had been, but she didn’t want to distress Yukino anymore than she already was... or was going to be soon.

Yukino was indeed startled. "What is to come"? We aren’t done yet? She’d poured her soul out for Shizuru to see, every secret gone, but still the woman wanted more? Yukino sighed, resigning herself to whatever came next, she had no more secrets now.

"Does Suzushiro-san even suspect you may feel this way?"

Yukino did not need to think to answer this, "No Shizuru-san, she doesn't think anything like that. She's always so wrapped up in some mission or another, always trying to do what's right, never taking a thought for herself or her own life. If there is anyone she thinks of when she’s like that, it’s you.”

Yukino smiled a genuine smile of happiness for the first time that day, a shaky smile still mixed with the remnant of tears, but a smile nonetheless, as she thought of the honesty and drive that were so much a part of what she loved about her Haruka-chan. Her smile faltered as she thought that those same qualities were also what would never allow Haruka to know about that love.

"Fuji...Shizuru-san?" Yukino said quizzically, a confused look on her face. The other woman was actually chuckling, looking amused at her answer. My little Kikukawa-san, still you cling to such thoughts despite all evidence to the contrary.

“Kikukawa-san, I believe you underestimate how Suzushiro-san feels about you. You say she thinks only of me when she is lost in her righteous causes, but I think you mean more to her than that. You are very precious to her, why do you think she tries so very hard to protect you? Have you forgotten how close you and your dear friend have been for so long? Who was in her thoughts as she knew she was dying, whose name last on her lips? Whether you believe me or not is irrelevant at the moment though I do hope you will consider my words.” Shizuru could see the disbelief she spoke of echoed in Yukino’s eyes, so she continued, “If that’s the way you want it then… If you believe that work is a part of the problem with Suzushiro-san and yourself, then I shall just have to give her some time off.” Yukino panicked then, thinking of how Haruka would react to such news.

"No Miss President! There's no reason for her to get a vacation, what if she was to suspect... well, she wouldn't. But she would never accept one anyway, you know that. She thinks the school would fall apart without her here. No matter you and your theories about her 'true' heart, she's still focused on matching you and your ability, she has ever since losing the election to you. You know that! To do this would be a slap in the face, amounting to saying she is useless. You can’t do that to her. You do not have to do this just for me, I can..." She trailed off, having no idea what it was she could do. The only thing that mattered now was to keep Haruka-chan happy, and such a move by Shizuru would not help that cause.

Shizuru smiled that small, knowing smile once again, "You think I don‘t know this about Suzushiro-san? You just leave such things to me. Things have been fairly calm around here, I’m sure I can come up with some satisfactory reason.”

Yukino still had her doubts, and was about to voice them when she was stopped by Shizuru's finger on her lips. "You just leave everything to me." Shizuru repeated, that small smile continuing to play about her lips. She stood, helping Yukino to rise as well, before trying to walk her towards the door. Uncharacteristically, Yukino refused to be moved.

“Shizuru-san, stop. I thank you for what you are attempting to do, but I’m not trying any more. Haruka-chan and I will never happen, and you know it. You heard her that night.” It had hurt to admit it to herself, and now even more so to give it voice, but she thought it was the right thing to do.

“Now now, Kikukawa-san, remember how Natsuki felt before? People change, or perhaps they say things they may not truly mean, in the heat of anger. Suzushiro-san said many things that night that seem to have been forgiven now, or at least forgotten. She accepted my return to my office, she seems to tolerate my and Natsuki’s relationship now, she doesn’t even seem to harbor any negative feelings about her 'death'.

Suzushiro-san may be too proud to voice such things, but even her stubborn heart is capable of change, just not her stubborn tongue.”

Yukino knew that much was true, Haruka had indeed come to accept such things with a poise that sharply contradicted the outrage she had displayed previously. Yukino was tired of hope though, and did not want to let any of it in again. She shook her head, “Shizuru-san, when was the last time Haruka-chan admitted she was wrong, about anything? Everything she says, she means. I’ve given up, just let it be.”

Now it was Shizuru’s turn to be stubborn, “Kikukawa-san, you can’t give up, just like that. You spoke to me of a choice you made before. You chose to hold dear the values that Suzushiro-san held dear: her honesty, her tenacity, her concern for other's well-being, even if it meant you had to give up Suzushiro-san herself. Have you now decided now to do both, to swim in self-loathing for the rest of your life? Is this what you think Suzushiro-san would expect of you? You spoke of regrets, but those will be nothing compared to what you will feel if you walk away now.” Shizuru moved away from Yukino, stepping towards the door and opening it wide, challenging Yukino to step through.

Yukino did not want to listen, hard as it had been she thought she had found some peace in her perceived failure, and she did not want to give that up. In her mind she wanted to go out the door, to leave and let any regrets come as they would. Her heart though, that saw the truth in what Shizuru said. Haruka-chan never gave up, ever.. Faced with impossible odds, even when facing her own death, she had never backed down, never quit. Yukino knew that if she truly loved Haruka, she could do no less. Even if she believed this love impossible to fulfill, that realization was nonetheless strong enough to keep her legs still, to keep her from walking out that door, and that was all Shizuru needed to see. She walked back over to Yukino and stepped close, meeting her eyes once more, “You’ve made the right choice, again. Know this, however: I can only help give you the opportunity to tell her, your chance for a happy ending with her, the decision ultimately rests with you alone. If you truly feel that giving up is your only option, that option will still be available.” I just hope you can find the strength I know you have when the time comes.

“Thank you, Shizuru-san. No matter what happens, I am grateful to you for everything you’ve done for me today. I won’t forget it.” Yukino still thought that giving up was her best course, for the moment, but there was no reason to cause Shizuru undue concern. If the woman wanted to try and change Haruka-chan, let her try… maybe then she would understand. They started walking towards the door together.

But it is I who will be repaying a debt with my actions, you do not owe me anything, not after what I have done. Shizuru felt the best she could do was help Yukino find the same happiness she and Natsuki now enjoyed, that kind of happiness made all the suffering in the world better… Shizuru forced her mind onto more practical matters, further introspection could come later, they both had certainly enjoyed their fill of it today. Besides, she had already kept Yukino far longer than she had expected.

"Tokiha Mai-san's dormitory room is on the way to your own, correct?" Shizuru asked, turning her head towards Yukino, long tawny hair swirling about her face, a gleam in her soft red eyes.

"Um, yes, Shizuru-san, why?" Yukino replied, confused, wondering why this had come up all of a sudden, and what it could possibly pertain to. Shizuru nodded, satisfied, before explaining the matter.

"Then as far as Suzushiro-san knows, you felt a bit faint and stopped there to rest, which is why she was unable to locate you at either your dormitory, or at the nurse's office. I will explain this to Tokiha-san. Do not worry, I shall be discreet."

"Thank-you, Shizuru-san." Yukino said, relieved, she had not thought of that.

"Now then, It wouldn't do to make Suzushiro-san to worry any longer." Shizuru ushered her out the door with a warm, parting smile.

"Oh, yes. Thank you again." Yukino said with a small bow before starting down the hallway.

As Yukino walked down the hall she tried to wrap her mind around what she had just experienced. It seemed unreal that so short a time ago she had been in the middle of a routine meeting with the school president. So much had changed in that short time. Despite the painful memories that had just been relived so recently, Yukino she felt strangely lighter than she had in a very long time. She knew nothing had been resolved yet, and likely never would be, no matter what Shizuru in her infinite optimism believed, but still she felt better. Later she would turn her thoughts to Shizuru's mysterious promise, and what it might mean for her, but for now the world was somehow good again, and she needed to let Haruka-chan know she was okay. A smile slowly formed on her lips as she thought of the scolding she was most likely going to receive, and she quickened her step.

Shizuru, on the other hand, stood and watched Yukino go down the hall, the same as she had watched Haruka. Shizuru had a smile on her face as well, that little half-smile that she enjoyed wearing so much. Shizuru thought about them both. Though an outsider would have seen nothing in common with Haruka’s determined marching and Yukino’s soft, demure footsteps, Shizuru could see that they were identical in intent. They both had the same thought while striding down that hall, their closest companion. This would be a great way to repay the debt she owed Yukino, no matter that Yukino thought there was no debt, and no matter that Yukino still thought that there was no hope for Haruka. Shizuru was not ready to give up so easily, and somehow knew that, despite what had been said, Yukino wouldn’t be able give up either, not ever.

She allowed a full smile to grace her face suddenly. She could not fool herself entirely, she knew that her newfound guilt was not all that pushed her to aid Yukino. Call it a bad habit, but Shizuru would enjoy tricking Suzushiro-san again, just like old times. If all goes well, it appears as though this will be the last time as well, I should strive to make it a memorable occasion then. Softly chuckling to herself, Shizuru went back into the room to begin the preparations.

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM!

A pair of piercing green eyes snapped open, then narrowed in annoyance. Who the hell could that be? Shaking remnants of sleep from her conscience, the young girl forced herself out of bed and angrily made her way towards the door. She grabbed the knob and cracked the door open, yelling to whomever it was,

“Look, what the hell is your problem? You trying to knock down my door, idiot? Get lost.”

Unfortunately for Yuuki Nao, this was very much the wrong answer to give the woman outside. She soon found herself sprawled on the floor as the door was roughly forced open and a rather irate Suzushiro Haruka entered. Following her failure to find Yukino at either their shared dormitory or at the nurse’s office, Haruka had decided to take a more proactive approach to finding her partner than merely waiting, and no sassy little middle school student was going to brush her off like that. Yukino… Haruka was still unsure exactly what had occurred before. Her partner had just… left. This was something Haruka recall happening before, ever since they had met as children they had always been together, if given a choice in the matter. To have her just up and leave was unnerving to say the least.

“Yuuki Nao-san, I have some questions for you. Executive business.” Haruka folded her arms, waiting impatiently for Nao to pick herself up off the floor.

“Are you crazy? Get out of my room! I haven‘t done anything!” Nao rose and tried to push Haruka out the herself, for all the good it did her. Haruka could be unyielding in more than her morals, and was rapidly losing what patience she had held onto. She grabbed Nao by the front of the shirt and pushed her back a few steps.

“I seriously doubt that, student, given your history. But I’m not here for you today, I’m looking for Yukino.” Nao was unnerved by the director's behavior- even Haruka wasn’t usually this forceful- but covered her unease with a wicked grin and her usual attitude. With a toss of her head to straiten her ruffled red hair, Nao let loose with her sharp tongue.

“What’s the matter Suzushiro? Your favorite little pet run off? I’m not surprised, with how you treat her.” Nao’s derisive laugh drilled into Haruka’s skull.

“I would protect Yukino with my life!” Haruka shouted furiously, “What do you mean how I- no. I’m not going to play your little games, you won’t bait me today.” She finished haughtily, thinking she had outsmarted the girl, “Have you seen Yukino?” Haruka finished, advancing a step towards Nao to add emphasis to her words and discourage further back-talk. Nao turned away, flipping her hand impudently towards the woman looming towards her. Apparently our 'director' is even more hard-headed than I thought, if she couldn't catch on to that hint. Nao had not seen Yukino though, and felt no reason to hide the fact… though she could indeed think of a more enjoyable way to say so, and one that was sure to send Haruka on her way that much quicker.

“Why no, I haven't. In fact, I‘ve been in here asleep all day, resting from my… activities last night. Would you like to hear about them, Suzushiro?” She lied glibly, putting on an innocent face.. Haruka, like most of the students, tended to believe the more popular rumors regarding the girl’s late-night antics. Not that Nao did much to quell such suspicions; she still found herself enjoying the night life more than students were strictly supposed to, even if that no longer included terrifying and robbing every male she could lay her claws on. Old habits were hard to drop. Besides, such a reputation had come in handy when she wished to scare off those who imagined themselves as so much more moral than herself.

Haruka snorted, “I’m not Yukariko-san, and you won‘t scare me with your unwholesome lifestyle, Yuuki. Speaking of Yukariko, what does she think about your continuing these activities? Aren’t you supposed to be under her tutelage now?” Haruka bit her tongue, realizing that Nao had indeed managed to bait her, despite her efforts. Nao flashed that wicked grin once more, starting to enjoy her little fabrication, and decided to see how far she could push the other woman.

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“If such matters were under my jurisdiction…. But that doesn’t matter right now. So you say you haven’t seen Yukino today.” Haruka tapped her foot impatiently, “Do you at least perhaps know someone who might have been more alert today, and of more use than yourself?”

“Why don’t you go talk to goody little Mai next door, and leave me alone. You can bet that little miss proper behavior didn’t stay out last night.”

“Thank you for your assistance, student.” Haruka said stiffly. She would have to have a talk about this little tart with Yukariko, but had more important things to do now. She stalked towards the door, Nao already forgotten.

Nao rolled her eyes. Finally, that damn woman was gone, now she could-

BAM!

Nao winced as Haruka slammed the door hard enough to loosen a screw from one of the hinges, now she had a headache as well. She walked back over too her bed and fell down face first. She needed to be at the church soon, and wanted to catch up on her sleep... redemption was a tiring business.

Meanwhile, Haruka was crossing over toward Mai’s and Mikoto’s dorm room. She knocked a bit more softly this time, but still hard enough to demand the immediate attention of the occupants. Haruka heard the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps, and then the door opened, Mai popping her head out.

“What‘s the idea, banging on a door like…” Her voice faded as she realized who it was, “Director? What’s wrong?” She looked about, and automatically found herself wondering where Yukino was. The one was rarely seen without the other nearby.

“Tokiha-san, I wanted to know if--” She was cut off by the sudden sound of Mai’s cell phone. Mai gave Haruka a quick apologetic glance before answering her phone.

“Hello, Mai speaking. Mi-, what? Okay, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, er… no problem. I think I deserve an explanation for this later though… No, not maybe. I’ll be there later. I have to go now,” Mai put up her phone, “Honestly, I can’t believe-” She cut herself short as she remembered her guest standing impatiently at the door. “Oh, yes, sorry Suzushiro-san. I guess you’re here about Yukino-chan?” Mai said, trying to make it sound as if she was remembering something from earlier.

“Yes! Do you know something Tokiha-san?” Haruka eagerly forced her way into the room, staring piercingly at Mai, “Have you seen her recently?” Mai was taken aback, much as Nao had been. She had seen Haruka when the other was in one of her righteous moods before, but she couldn’t recall ever seeing her this feverishly energetic before. She debated telling her the truth of Shizuru’s phone call a moment ago, thinking that this looked like trouble, but she decided to trust the student council president a little further.

“Yes. She stopped here just a while ago looking slightly ill, and said she felt faint, so I let her come in and lay down for a while. She just left a short time after that, looking better.” Mai repeated the story Shizuru had told her, hoping that it didn’t sound too phony. Haruka let out a sigh of relief, composing herself.

“So Yukino is alright then. Thank you, Tokiha-san. I hope it wasn’t any trouble.”

Mai forced a smile, “No trouble at all, Director; Mikoto was happy to see her. She should have arrived back at her room by now, you can probably find her there.” Mai turned to go inside, but stopped, something somewhat odd occurring to her, “Eh, Suzushiro-san, If you were so worried, why didn’t you just call Yukino-san? She does have a cell phone.” Haruka grimaced and sighed in exasperation.

“I know that, Tokiha-san. She left it in the council room along with her laptop.” Again she was reminded of how odd Yukino’s sudden departure had been. Besides other things, Yukino was never so careless as to leave her computer and cell phone lying around just anywhere.

“Oh, okay then.” Mai said, surprised. She knew how deliberate and careful Yukino was as well. This was sounding more and more unusual, not to mention suspicious, by the second. Shizuru had better have a good explanation ready. Shaking her head, she went inside, closing the door behind her.

Haruka started back towards the dorm room she and Yukino shared, feeling much more at ease. Yukino is okay. Haruka didn’t even want to think about anything harming Yukino, ever. Her pace quickened with that thought, she wanted to make sure she didn’t miss Yukino again. She needn’t have worried though, as Yukino was just arriving when Haruka reached their room.

“Yukino! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Haruka walked up and laid her hands lightly on Yukino's shoulders, looking into her eyes. She couldn't quite place it, but something still wrong with her young friend. Yukino looked shaken, disturbed by something. It was possible that this was caused by her sudden illness, but given her other recent behavior, Haruka doubted it. “Are you sure that you’re okay? You left so quickly, and it looks like something’s still bothering you. What happened?” Yukino averted her gaze, she hadn’t been looking forward to this part. She hoped that she looked sick, as she was trying to, rather that guilty, which was how she felt.

“Yes, Haruka-chan, I’m okay. I just didn’t feel well, and thought I might be sick. Mai-san kindly let me stop at her room for a while, when I wasn‘t sure I could make it back here. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Yukino’s voice was steady enough, but she still seemed… off, distracted by something, at least to Haruka’s mind.

Yukino’s gaze remained averted, unable to look Haruka squarely while speaking untruthfully like this. Haruka looked searchingly at her friend for a moment longer, but still was unable to pin down what was causing her unease, so she moved on to something else that had occurred to her.

“Hey, Yukino.” The girl looked up questioningly, “According to Tokiha-san, that was quite a while ago, why are you only now getting back here?” Haruka frowned, she needed to make sure nothing was wrong with Yukino, and inconsistencies like this worried her. She didn’t have to be concerned though, as Yukino answered readily enough.

“Oh, that. I went to the nurse’s afterwards, to make sure it was nothing serious. I was told it was likely something I had eaten, and since I felt all right now she didn’t think I needed anything but rest. We must have just missed one another in our trips.” More lies, Yukino thought. What was even worse was how easily they were springing to her lips; she certainly didn’t want this to become a habit.

“Okay then, as long as you’re alright. Oh, and Yukino, I almost forgot, you left your things in the council room.” Yukino almost panicked, her heart pumping faster, before she realized Haruka meant during her first, not her second, departure from the council room. Haruka continued, oblivious to Yukino’s reaction now that her inspection of the younger girl was over. “We need to go back and get them. Actually, do you want to stay here and rest? I can go get them for you.” Yukino smiled gratefully at Haruka’s concern, but shook her head.

“Thank you, Haruka-chan, but I feel well enough to go retrieve them. Don’t worry about me.” Haruka wouldn’t be dissuaded that easily, however, and was determined to at least accompany Yukino back, in case she should have some form of relapse. So together, they headed back to the council room, side by side. Haruka abandoned her usual leading position, wanting to keep an eye on her comrade. As they were arriving, the council President was just exiting the room. She glanced up at the pair heading towards her, and smiled warmly.

“Greetings Suzushiro-san, Kikukawa-san. What brings you back here?” Shizuru asked smoothly.

“Ah, Shizuru-san, I left my things in the room. Can you open the door so I can get them please?” Yukino felt odd, talking to Shizuru now as if nothing had happened. Shizuru seemed to be taking everything is stride though, so Yukino felt a bit more confident.

“Of course, Kikukawa-san, just let me unlock the door.” Shizuru turned toward this task, but was stopped by Haruka’s voice,

“Working late, eh, President? Anything you need me to do?” Haruka tried to sound officious and indifferent, but inside she was rather pleased, thinking that Shizuru had finally run into some problem that required actual effort to fix.

“Yes, Suzushiro-san. I was working late, but it is a personal problem. Nothing I want you to concern yourself with, it’s rather embarrassing, actually. Thank you for your offer however, I’ll keep it in mind.” She finished unlocking the door.

“There we are, go and get your things.” Shizuru held the door open and moved to the side, motioning Yukino in. Yukino hurried inside, grabbed her laptop and phone, and quickly exited.

“Thank you, Shizuru-san. We’ll see you tomorrow then.” Yukino gave a quick bow before hurrying back over to Haruka’s side.

“Goodbye Suzushiro-san, Kikukawa-san. Until then.” Shizuru locked the door once more and walked down the hall, opposite the way the other two had come. Haruka managed to wait until Shizuru had gone out of earshot, then had to voice a concern over the encounter.

“Say, Yukino, since when have you and Fujino been on such familiar terms?” Haruka frowned, looking questionably at the girl walking next to her. Yukino mentally kicked herself for her lapse.

“Er, we aren’t really, Haruka-chan. Was I familiar with her? I must have just had a momentary lapse, my trouble concentrating lately, you remember.” Which wasn‘t a complete lie, her recent trouble concentrating was what had led to her and Shizuru becoming a bit more familiar now. Of course, Haruka took the statement a little differently.

“Oh yes, that. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that too, Yukino. Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you with, no problems you’ve been having? I really do need you to be at your best.”

“No, Haruka-chan. I don’t have any problems I need help with, really.” At least not one that you can help with, not when you sort of are the problem. Her evasive answer was enough to satisfy Haruka, which brought a fresh wave of guilt at how much Haruka trusted her, and Yukino attempted to change the subject.

“Haruka-chan, what do we need to go do now, after the meeting.?”

Haruka thought for a moment before answering, “Eh, nothing really, Yukino. It’s getting close to lunch though, do you feel hungry at all?”

Yukino smiled, “Yes Haruka-chan. I’m feeling better now, I think I could manage a little lunch. Did you have somewhere in mind?” If there was anything she knew about Haruka-chan, it was that there was never “Eh, nothing” to do. Haruka always had something she thought she should be doing, even if it was only walking around scowling as a preventative measure against wrong-doing. Yukino didn't know what to think. She was touched that Haruka was so concerned about her, and wanted her companion to relax, but couldn’t forget the fact that the concern had been caused by a lie. These lies seem to be adding up quickly, I‘ll have to make it up to her somehow.. But for now she focused on the present, as Haruka was answering her question.

“No, why don’t you pick today, you’re the one whose stomach we need to be careful with.” Haruka turned the question back around, worry still etched just visibly in the features of her face.

Yukino groaned inwardly. Will it never end? She started looking forward very much to tomorrow, when Haruka would hopefully have forgotten this little episode, Until then… Yukino knew there was only one thing that would help assuage Haruka’s concerns., though she dreaded to say it. She almost started laughing, after all she had been through today, this was still enough to worry her? It seemed ludicrous to be so apprehensive about so little a problem. Nonetheless, she still didn’t want to say it, but knew she had no choice.

“Well, then, Haruka-chan, why don’t we just go inside and fix up something ourselves, does that sound alright?”

Watching Haruka’s body quickly relax, Yukino knew she had made the right decision, whatever the consequences would be later. She hoped fervently there was something easy to cook back in their dorm, she had more faith in her ability to stomach food from even the most grimy diner than she did Haruka’s cooking.

They reached the dorm together soon, and walked inside. Haruka immediately made Yukino sit down, afraid that their trip back to the council room could have over-exerted her. Yukino smiled, Haruka never had, and probably never would, managed to do anything half-way; full speed ahead was her only setting. Yukino knew she would barely be able to lift a finger around Haruka for the next hour or so, if not the whole day. I just hope she doesn't try to feed me... though that idea has some possibilities... Yukino decided that while Haruka was in the kitchen she was safe with her thoughts for a while, and let them drift over those possibilities. It was a great sight more pleasant than the gloomy thoughts she had been thinking for a while. Meanwhile, Haruka had been rummaging through the kitchen, seeing what they had available. Cooking had never been her strong point, but there had to be something here that she could make easily enough.

Salads? No, last time she had tried to make salads they had a faint but unmistakable taste of char about them. Neither Yukino or Haruka had ever been able to find out why, but the memory stood clear in both their minds as testament to the fact that Haruka could indeed burn a salad. Haruka’s pride wouldn’t let her even try that again. She found some ingredients she thought she might be able to make some decent ramen out of, but then remembered she still hadn’t repaid Yukino for burning her pajama’s the last time, when she needed something to smother the flames. She definitely didn’t want to bake anything, the last time she had tried her hand at baking…. No, that was somewhere she didn’t want to go again. Working her way through their repertoire she came across a small box. It's that the sushi we brought home from that restaurant a day or so ago, wonder if it's still good?. She looked at it. It still looked okay, there was nothing growing on it at any rate, and it smelled… non-poisonous. It meant she didn’t have to worry about cooking, so she decided to run the idea past Yukino. She sprang up and turned around, yelling into the bedroom,

“Hey Yukino, how about that leftover from the sushi place we went to a couple nights ago? You know, the one that had that authentic old turntable?” She listened, but was perplexed when she didn’t get an answer. She hurried into the bedroom, where she had made Yukino sit down to rest, and was relieved to see her stretched out on the bed, merely dozing.

Honestly. Oh well, I guess not everybody can be made of the same stuff as Suzushiro Haruka. She was glad that her friend seemed to be feeling well, however. In fact, she looked more peaceful in sleep than she had for a long time. Haruka had thought it was perhaps stress from concentrating on the upcoming end-of-year exams, on top of Yukino’s executive duties, that was making her partner’s sleep so fitful as of late. Whatever it was, it seemed to have left her alone for the time being. Haruka walked over to the side of the bed, planning on nudging Yukino’s shoulder to rouse her, but then hesitated. Yukino just looked far too peaceful to disturb. She reached a hand down and brushed a lock of unruly hair out of Yukino’s eyes. Her hair was as rebellious as ever, if a bit longer than usual. She didn’t know if Yukino was planning on growing it out a bit, or just hadn’t noticed how long it was now, but she determined to let Yukino knew that she liked her short hair later. Later, because now she just couldn’t bring herself to wake her sleeping friend. I’ll just let her sleep for a few more minutes. Haruka settled herself into a nearby chair. Just a few more minutes, while she took a quick rest herself. Not falling asleep, of course, but just resting her eyes for a bit. Just a bit while she let Yukino enjoy her sleep, just a bit...

Yukino’s eyelids jumped open in alarm as she heard a loud, unidentifiable growling sound jar her out of her peaceful doze. She looked about quickly, trying to find the source, before realizing that it was coming out of… Haruka. Yukino smiled. Haruka always insisted on having the lights out before she would come out of the bathroom and go to bed, and Yukino had found out why long ago, though she let Haruka continue to think it was a secret. Yukino had found the nasal strips in the back of the medicine cabinet one day, and realized that Haruka didn’t want her to know that she snored. Yukino had gone cheerfully along letting Haruka have her little secret, but now realized that it had meant something else. Because of this little vanity of Haruka’s, Yukino realized that she had never had the chance to see Haruka asleep lately. Between the lights-out request and Haruka always managing to wake up before her, it had been... a year or more since she had seen her closest friend sleeping. As she listened to Haruka’s grunting and rumbling, she found it oddly comforting. Here was Suzushiro Haruka-chan at her least guarded, her most vulnerable. Yukino took this rare opportunity to study her love‘s face without fear of discovery, but didn‘t entirely like what she found. Yukino saw worry and stress in every curve and angle of that face, and for once today hoped that this concern was over her and her “illness”, as she didn’t want to think that Haruka slept such troubled sleep all the time, even if it would explain her sudden snoring problem. She knew that Haruka was worked hard, but had always hoped that her partner was able to find some release at times, even if only in sleep. Yukino rose and quietly walked over too her sleeping loved one. She brushed back lock of blonde hair that had fallen into her beautiful face, not knowing that Haruka had made such a similar gesture not so long ago, on her own sleeping form. She ran her fingers down Haruka’s soft cheek, guiltily wondering what it would be like to cup that cheek tenderly in her hand, and look deeply into Haruka’s soft violet eyes, drown in those eyes as they shone with love… Her fingers made their way towards Haruka’s lips, following the arc of her almost permanent frown. She leaned closer, wondering what those lips would feel like on her own, what they would taste like… She lowered her head. Would it be so bad, just to see, just this once?

Halfway towards Haruka‘s face, Yukino froze. What am I doing? She snatched her hand away from Haruka's face. Yukino stared at that hand in horror. She recalled a similar scene, and felt sick to her stomach. She had allowed herself a chance at loving Haruka-chan again, and this was what she did with it? She had told Shizuru that she understood, but she had also thought that such an understanding would provide her some amount of immunity from temptations like this. What would Haruka have thought if she had woken up, if she ever found out about what Yukino had almost done? Yukino imagined those eyes she remembered, with their shock and repulsion clearly displayed, only focused on her this time, accusing and betrayed. Yukino backed away, slowly and silently as she had come, and laid back down on the bed. What would Haruka have said? What would she have done? What would it have meant for us…? As hard as she tried to quiet them, to return to the peaceful rest of a moment ago, these questions coursed tirelessly through her mind, and afforded her only the most restless of slumber.

Haruka awoke to almost total darkness. Looking about with the fog of sleep still clouding her mind, she wondered vaguely why everything was so dark. She sleepily remembered sitting down for just a moment, letting Yukino rest, before… Haruka came fully awake in an instant, knocking herself on the head for doing such a foolish thing. How could I have been so careless as to fall asleep? And for so long too! It was dark because they never used lights, the sunlight streaming through the windows was normally effective enough for giving them light…. when the sun was there to do so.

Haruka made her way carefully through the darkness towards the bedside table and switched on the small lamp that resided there. Squinting at the sudden brightness, she was slowly able to make out the display of the clock: seven forty-six. About seven or eight hours then; hours that she had spent doing absolutely nothing worthwhile. Haruka sat on the edge of the bed, resting her head on her hands.

“How could I have been so stupid?” she mumbled, “To waste an entire day’s worth of work?” She had wanted just a little break for Yukino, have some lunch, not waste the entire day… hearing a rustle behind her, Haruka turned to see her closest friend turning over, murmuring inaudibly. Haruka couldn’t help but crack a wry smile.

“At least one good thing came out of this gross lapse of duty. Yukino was certainly able to get all the rest she needed today.” Looking more closely, Haruka noticed something off about the picture and, sighing with exaggerated annoyance, reached over and gently removed Yukino’s glasses, holding them up to the light. Just as she suspected, Yukino had managed to bend the frames while moving about in her sleep. Haruka was a little surprised she had moved at all, with how peaceful she had been sleeping… Haruka did a double take, looking at Yukino’s face again.

That serene image she remembered from earlier had been replaced by one she had seen all too much of late. Once again, Yukino had that distressed countenance in her sleep, possibly worse tonight than ever before. Haruka thought she could make out faint traces of tears on the girls face, and for some reason she was clutching one hand tightly within the other, hard enough to make her knuckles turn white. Haruka couldn’t stand the sight of her friend in such distress, but didn’t want to wake her either, so she compromised, gently prying apart Yukino’s hands and holding them for a few moments.

She couldn’t imagine what had caused such a drastic departure from her assistant's earlier tranquility. Haruka wanted to wake her comrade, to shake her by the shoulders and demand that she tell her what was wrong. Haruka felt helpless in the face of this new problem, and helplessness was not something that she was used to dealing with. Yukino can be just so stubborn sometimes. Regardless, she determined to get to the bottom of this as soon as she was able to; as soon as Yukino awoke. Haruka still wasn’t able to find the heart to wake her, after all. As she firmly put that course of action into her mind, her stomach let out an embarrassing grumble. That was something she could help right now, and she knew just how to go about it: there was still a box of sushi in the kitchen that needed eating.

Haruka tucked Yukino’s glasses carefully into her pocket, to remind her to get them fixed later, as she rose and walked towards the kitchen. The scene that greeted her was enough to make her groan aloud. She had forgotten to close the refrigerator door, and had also left several perishable items out on the counter, including the sushi.

“There goes about half our food…” Haruka sighed. The fact that they didn’t access it often failed to make her feel better, as Haruka disliked making any kind of mistake at all. She reluctantly set about throwing away most of the contents of the fridge, along with what she had left out, before turning to the other problem: What were they going to eat now?

“I hope she won't mind fast food then…” She really hoped that Yukino’s stomach could handle it, because it was the best option Haruka could think of. She continued the train of thought while preparing to go out.

“Maybe a couple of those salads that the fast-food establishments are using to try and look healthier? Those might not be too bad,” she mused, “Certainly better than anything else that I could get quickly at this time in the evening… Now what kind of salad dressing does Yukino like?”

Trying to remember anything else she might have forgotten about Yukino’s dining preferences, Haruka quietly made her way towards the door, grabbing a light overcoat off a jacket-hook to ward off the chill that was still lingering in the air. Haruka quietly closed the door after her exit, and began her usual resolute march down the hall. Most anyone in the school who saw her coming in such a fashion generally gave her a generous leeway, which was how she preferred it: there was no sense in her taking the time to dodge the other denizens of the hallways when she had somewhere to be. This time those encounters were few, as the halls, and later the streets, were fairly empty at this time of evening. Those who enjoyed activity in the daytime hours had all gone inside to prepare for the morrow, and the creatures of the night had yet to venture out for their nocturnal prowling. The night air was crisp and refreshing, and Haruka felt energized by it. She wouldn’t have admitted it to anybody, but that extra rest had made her feel great. Maybe I should start getting a bit more of the stuff. Haruka was instilled with a strange positive feeling, and soon found herself humming a tune that she couldn’t identify, and generally enjoying being out in the town for nothing at all, something she didn’t do… well, ever. Even when she and Yukino were out like this, she was always focused on some problem or policy or some such school matter, and Haruka had to admit guiltily to herself that this was a nice change. She knew she should feel bad about neglecting her duty as executive director, but, under the circumstances, just couldn’t manage it. Furthermore, she knew deep down that she hadn’t missed much, if anything. She suddenly found her thoughts drifting to Yukino, I wish she were feeling better, so she could have come. It didn't seem right that this one time in so long Haruka was managing some free time, Yukino was home ill.

Haruka walked along in the rapidly fading twilight, noticing as a few stragglers amongst the businesses turned on their brilliant, gaudy signage. As she walked down the street, bathed in the multicolored glow of dozens of lights, a thought poked through her slightly euphoric haze: she had no idea where she was going. She tapped herself on the forehead, annoyed at her own lack of forethought.

“Come all the way out here and then figure out where I’m going. Perfect.” She stopped, looking around at all the choices available. Nothing looked at all terribly appealing, until she spied a certain long white building with a dark brown roof off down the street to her left. Squinting, she could just make out the writing on a large dimly-lit sign through the encroaching darkness: Linden Baum. Haruka frowned, the name ringing a bell in her mind, she knew she had heard it somewhere before, but where? Oh, yes, this is another place where Tokiha-san works part-time; Yukino told me that once. Haruka shrugged, as long as she didn’t have any inkling of where to go anyway, it seemed like a reasonable choice, so she started making her way over. Everybody knew about Tokiha's fantastic cooking; she probably wouldn’t be working here if the food was at all objectionable. With that thought in mind, Haruka was confident that she would be able to find something nice to eat here. Opening the door, she walked in and looked around. It looked like a nice place, though she noted apprehensively it also looked more like a sit-in diner than a place she would be able to get take-out from.

“Only one way to find out.” She muttered under her breath, moving towards the counter. She had only managed a few steps in that direction, however, before she heard a vaguely familiar voice call out to her.

“Haruka, hi! What are you doing here?” She looked around for the source of that question, and saw a junior high student with short, black hair waving energetically towards her. It was Minagi Mikoto, Tokiha's roommate. What is she doing out alone at this hour? She walked over to Mikoto and was surprised to see a great deal of food on the table in front the girl. She must be here with a group of friends. I wonder where they've gone off to?

“Er, hello Minagi-san, I’m here to get something for Yukino and I. How are you doing today?” Haruka asked politely, unsure of what to say; she didn’t really know the girl that well, though she believed Yukino was on friendly terms with her.

“Doing good, thanks. How is Haruka doing today?” Mikoto looked around questioningly, giving Haruka pause. What is wrong with this girl?

“Um, where is Yukino? When Haruka is around, Yukino is too. Strange.”

Haruka frowned uncomfortably at the other girls youthful directness. It was true, she and Yukino were almost always together, but it felt odd to have someone point it out in such a manner. It also felt right in a strange way... Suzushiro Haruka and Kikukawa Yukino, good partners and fast friends. Haruka found herself absent-mindedly feeling Yukino’s glasses beneath her layers of clothing, wishing again that Yukino could be here now, she would probably have been amused by Minagi's statement.

“Yukino is back at the school, Minagi-san. She’s still resting up from that illness she had when she stopped by and visited you and Tokiha-san, but I think she’s just about all better now. Thank you for looking after her.”

Mikoto stared perplexedly at her, a bit of noodle hanging from the corner of her mouth. Haruka stared back with a raised eyebrow. Did I say something wrong? Luckily for both Yukino and Mai, the latter had been walking over to check on her little roommate and had heard the exchange. Mai popped up, preventing Mikoto from talking by quite thoroughly cleaning her mouth with the corner of a towel she was carrying, and averted the approaching disaster.

“Oh, Director, please don’t mind Mikoto here. When she’s hungry, she manages to forget all her manners, not to mention anything else that happened during the day.” Haruka’s unexpected visit to her workplace reminded Mai that she really needed to find out what was going on with Yukino, the incident from earlier had completely slipped her mind up till now. With Haruka in front of her now, she couldn’t resist trying to glean some information.

“So, Suzushiro-san, did you manage to find Yukino back at the dorm? Was she still okay?” Mai was pressing her fingers down on Mikoto’s lips behind her back as she asked this, trying to impress upon her charge the need to be quiet for the moment. So, Minagi-san is here with Tokiha-san, Haruka thought. It makes sense. The two are about as inseparable as Yukino and I. Haruka decided to give Mai the abridged version, not really wanting to go through the whole story.

“Yes, Tokiha-san. I found her there as you said I would. She seems better now; she’s been getting her rest all day.” Haruka didn’t feel there was any reason to tell Mai that they had both been asleep for the past seven hours, it wasn’t anything anybody needed to know.

“I’m glad to hear it. Oh,” Mai straitened up and gave a slight bow, gossip angling couldn‘t come before her job, unfortunately, “Welcome to Linden Baum, what can I do to help you?” Haruka quickly remembered what she had gone there for, before Minagi had distracted her.

“Ah, yes, Tokiha-san. I was wondering, do you have any kinds of salads that I could get as take-out? I don’t know if you do that kind of thing here, bu-”

“No problem, Suzushiro-san. We keep fresh salads on hand in back at all times, it’s no trouble at all to get a couple to go. Could you follow me please?” She turned to Mikoto, “I’ll be back in just a minute, Mikoto. Why don’t you finish up and I’ll get you a sundae for dessert?” Any problems Mikoto was having with this situation evaporated immediately at the suggestion, and she turned back towards her meal, throwing a quick “Goodbye” at Haruka over her shoulder. Haruka stood staring open-mouthed at the small girls ability to put away such large quantities of food in a remarkably short period of time.

“Where is it all going?" Mai noticed Haruka wasn’t following and went back, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away.

“Mikoto comes by a lot when I work late. She really likes to watch out for me, and doesn’t think I can take care of myself. As if it’s not really the other way around... I think the food might have something to do with it as well.” Mai smiled affectionately at the girl over her shoulder. Haruka felt a sudden envy, watching these two friends enjoying time together when she was away from her own, but quickly pushed down that feeling. She would be back to her own friend soon; nothing was going to happen because she had stepped out for a little bit. Mai guided Haruka over to the checkout counter, and told her what the salads cost. Haruka added a few more containers of different dressing to the order, still unsure what Yukino liked, and paid her the total. Mai went into the back and got the ready-made salads and dressing cups out of the little cooler, bringing them back up front in a small paper sack.

“Please, tell Yukino I said 'hello', Suzushiro-san. Have a good night.” Mai waved her out with a cheerful smile. After Haruka had gone, Mai reluctantly went over to Mikoto’s table to begin the troublesome task of explaining the situation to her. A task made all the more difficult because Mikoto had already forgotten Haruka’s visit in the face of a tasty ice-cream treat.

Haruka, meanwhile, started back towards the school, her meal tucked securely under one arm. She was glad she had gone to that restaurant: it was nice seeing some of Yukino’s friends, and the salads looked much better than she had expected to get from anywhere else. Haruka wasn’t much of a salad kind of person, but even she was looking forward to the fresh and tasty looking greenery that she had just bought. The farther she walked, the better she felt, a strange anticipation welling inside her. The only thing missing from her good mood so far had been sharing it with her closest companion, and now she was going to fix that. As she walked, alone with her thoughts, she started thinking that perhaps Yukino hadn’t been quite as far away as she thought. She fingered Yukino’s glasses through the fabric again. At least some part of Yukino came along. Haruka allowed a slight smile to play over her face. Like always... Haruka’s thoughts had been on little but Yukino tonight. It was even Yukino who had, after a fashion, convinced her to go to the Linden Baum. After so many years together, it looked like it was impossible to leave her friend entirely behind, and Haruka was comforted by the thought. It would still be good getting back though.

“After all, the real Yukino is best.” she explained to the night air, before swiftly looking about for anybody that might have overheard. What's wrong with wanting to be with my friend? Haruka couldn't answer her own question, and wondered why it had even come up. She was rather used to Yukino being around, she supposed, and it was only natural to miss somebody who had been a constant in her life for so long, right?

When she arrived back at the dorm she entered much more quietly than usual, checking and noticing that Yukino was still fast asleep. She crept into the room, setting the bag down and hanging her overcoat back up on the wall. She looked at Yukino, who still seemed unable to find the restful sleep Haruka would wanted her to have. A devious little thought struck her, and she reached into one of the salads and picked out a ripe little cherry tomato. They both hadn’t eaten since breakfast and, if Yukino was as hungry as Haruka felt, this was sure to get her up. She walked carefully over to Yukino’s bedside and waved the morsel under her nose.

“Yuuukinooo, are you getting hungry?” Yukino didn’t wake up at her intonation, but Haruka did notice her face become much less troubled at the sound of her voice, lightening closer to the same happy, serene visage she remembered from earlier. Then Yukino opened her mouth and reached up, taking a bite out of the offered fruit. Haruka stifled a laugh- Yukino was actually eating in her sleep? Haruka kept the other half of the juicy morsel close, trying to see if Yukino would finish it before waking up. Yukino smiled, letting out a pleasant murmur of “Haruka” , before taking the last of the bite. Haruka looked down at Yukino and her extended hand, amused at her friends unconscious behavior.

Then Yukino woke up.

Fore a bare few moments she still hovered between the realms of sleep and the waking world, but soon became aware that she had her lips just wrapped around the tip of a very real Haruka’s extended finger. She blushed to her hairline, opening her mouth speechlessly, wondering what she had done. Haruka quickly withdrew her hand, she hadn’t wanted to disturb Yukino, but it looked like that had backfired. Haruka quickly tried to think of how to explain to Yukino that she had only meant to wake her up, not anything else... Yukino’s mind was another place entirely, the little thoughts that she had been thinking before first dropping off coming vividly to the forefront of her mind. That was very much like what I was thinking earlier, only it had been a bit of grapefruit, and we were in a garden, and…Yukino banished the thought, this was certainly not the time to be thinking on that. It shouldn’t ever be the time, considering what she had almost done earlier when she had woken up to found Haruka asleep. She clenched her hand involuntarily, as that memory played just as vividly in her mind as her fantasies. No, I need to keep my thoughts away from there... Haruka was the first to break the silence.

“Sorry, Yukino. I was just trying to get you up, seeing if the smell of fresh food would entice you towards wakefulness. I didn’t mean to do anything untoward.” She finished stiffly, looking apologetic. Yukino almost burst out laughing. With all the thoughts that had been running through her own mind, Yukino couldn’t believe that Haruka thought that little incident was her fault, although… Yukino had only been concerned of her actions and their consequences, but now she began to wonder what had made Haruka do such a thing in the first place. Haruka was usually terse and short with everybody, and had never been a very demonstrative friend. Yukino actually found herself worried about her partner's behavior.

“Ah, no problem Haruka-chan, but are you feeling alright?” Yukino was acutely cognizant of the irony in this role-reversal, as she had long been on the receiving end of questions like that, for thoughts and events that mirrored their current situation. Haruka just let out a little embarrassed laugh, glad that it appeared Yukino had gotten over what had just happened.

“I’m fine, Yukino, don’t worry about me.” Haruka quickly changed the subject, “I went out and got us some dinner. I didn’t want to wake you, so I just stepped out while you were still sleeping. I figured you still needed your rest." Still looking uncomfortable, Haruka continued speaking, "You’re looking much better now, by the way. Oh, yes, I forgot something,” Haruka reached into her pocket and retrieved Yukino’s glasses, “I meant to get them straightened out- you were sleeping in them, you know- but I was detracted.” Haruka held them out to her partner, who received them willingly. Yukino hadn’t even realized she was missing them. She was moderately near-sighted, but Haruka had been close enough that Yukino hadn’t required any aids when she woke up to that splendid scene a moment ago.

“It’s okay, Haruka-chan, when you wear them for so long, you learn to do some little repairs. This isn’t that bad.” Yukino deftly twisted the frames back into shape, and by the time she was done Haruka could barely even recognize that they had been bent in the first place.

“When you’re partners with the Executive Director at this school, you definitely get used to your glasses getting bent and scuffed.” Yukino smiled, and then finally took notice of the package that Haruka had with her, “What did you get for us Haruka-chan?” Immediately after she voiced the question, she bit her tongue. What else would come with chilled cherry tomatoes? Haruka didn't answer, instead revealing them from the confines of the bag.

“I purchased them from the restaurant that Tokiha-san works at. They look pretty good, don’t they?” Haruka placed a salad in front of Yukino, and began unpacking the various dressings. Yukino looked at the food that had been set before her, then up at Haruka who was easing herself into a sitting position at the low table.

“Oh yes, they are good Haruka-chan. You try some.” And she leaned over and popped one of her own cherry tomatoes into the mouth of her very surprised friend, letting her finger graze Haruka’s lower lip on its way back. Yukino was surprised at her own daring. Where did that come from? Haruka managed to get over the surprise shortly, and started to chew, the mellow flavor infusing her mouth and increasing her already considerable appetite. She licked her lips in a very satisfied manner.

“Mmmm, that is good, Yukino. We’ll have to remember these when we’re looking for somewhere to eat next time, eh?” Yukino nodded dreamily, still feeling giddy over her action, and at having gotten away with it. She opened her salad in its plastic container all the way, and selected a cup of Italian dressing to go with it. Haruka started to do the same, before she realized that she hadn’t gotten her own preferred variety, having been too focused on getting Yukino one she would like. She managed to laugh off her own forgetfulness in this case; she couldn’t get mad over something like that now. She just picked one at random, deciding that it wouldn’t really matter anyway. They ate in contented silence for a while, neither of them wanting to break the tranquility. Haruka looked around, enjoying the familiarity of their room, and happened to notice Yukino’s laptop sitting on the desk. She shook her head slightly, exasperated. Honestly, even if we haven't had that much to do lately, something could still come up that requires the attention of the executive team, this isn't like Yukino.

“What was that, Haruka-chan?”

“Huh? I didn't say anything.” Drat, I need to watch myself. Next thing, she'll find out I snore too. She opted to quickly change the subject, “Yukino, looks like you forgot to plug in your laptop.” She gestured towards said computer, which had obviously gone dead. Yukino jumped up, abashed at her carelessness, and went over to hook it up to the AC adapter. While she was there, she noticed her phone was off too. That's right...I turned it off so as to not disturb the meeting earlier. She turned it on, and checked for any missed calls or messages. She frowned, there were three missed calls, from Shizuru. Was that really only today? There was a text message too, that said simply “Please give me a call when you are able- Shizuru” What could she want now? Yukino knew that the woman wouldn’t have tried to call if it weren’t important. She also knew she was going to have to deceive Haruka again, and did some quick thinking while going back to the table where Haruka sat.

“Haruka-chan, are you thirsty? I’m going to go get a drink from the machine down the hall. Would you like me to get you something?” Yukino hoped that her apparent recovery from her “illness” would keep Haruka from wanting to keep an eye on her this time.

“Yes, Yukino, that sounds good. Could you get me a hot coffee?” Haruka had already decided that Yukino looked better now, and she didn’t want to make her friend feel like she was being watched, even if she really would have liked to keep an eye on her. She turned back to her meal and continued eating, a small sign of trust. Yukino nodded, relieved, and took her exit from the room, also managing to secrete her phone into her pocket on the way. She walked down the hall, turning the corner before she revealed the phone and dialed Shizuru’s number.

Back in her own room, Shizuru looked up from her computer as the phone rang. She looked to see who it was, and allowed herself a small exhalation of relief. Finally, Kikukawa-san. She brought up the necessary information on her computer, and summoned the proper attitude, before answering.

“Hello, Kikukawa-san, I’ve been expecting this call for a while. What have you been doing with your phone off, all alone with Suzushiro-san for hours and hours? Do you still need my help with anything?” Shizuru laughed softly; the low, suggestive tone clearly evident even through the earpiece. Yukino was blushing, each of Shizuru’s shrewd questions darkening her complexion a shade.

“Shizuru-san, you shouldn’t say things like that! We both fell asleep. Haruka-chan woke up first and got us some dinner, that’s all.” Yukino felt no need to give out any more information than that: Shizuru would have been like a small child in a sweet shop if she knew any more of what had happened during this time. Wait, there's something off here... “Shizuru-san, how did you know any of that, anyway? Are you spying on us?”

“No, Kikukawa-san, I’m not spying. I just happen to have some very reliable connections.” Harada Chie was a most useful person to know, really. Shizuru was a little amused at Yukino’s reaction, and suspected that something of interest had to have happened, else Yukino wouldn’t sound so perturbed. Ah, but even my connections cannot see through closed doors and drawn curtains. I'll allow you your secrets for now, little Kikukawa-san.

“I wished to speak to you regarding my little plan. I have just one simple question: Aside from any higher aspirations you may have for Suzushiro-san's affections, how much do you believe she likes you to be with her presently?”

Yukino was quite taken aback by this line of questioning. How much does Haruka-chan like me being around? Yukino was about to answer the usual “I’m the one tagging along, she doesn’t needs me around” line, but she stopped, thinking about it a little longer this time. Haruka could have stalked about campus keeping order with her forceful presence quite well by herself today; that was no complicated task that would require Yukino’s help. But she didn’t, she spent her time looking for me, and then taking care of me. Haruka had even went out and got them dinner when she could have been catching up on work, and Haruka was certainly no stranger to missed meals. Neither am I, for that matter. Sure, it could have been concern over her "condition", but she had given Haruka no reason to suspect a relapse of any kind would occur. To anybody else, Yukino might still have given that same modest line, but felt she could be honest with the woman on the end of the line.

“Shizuru-san, I think that Haruka-chan does… prefer it when I’m around. We've been close friends for so long, and we are partners. But what does this have to do with anything we talked about earlier? You’re were the one trying to convince me that Haruka-chan thought I was important. What’s with this all of a sudden?”

“Oh, nothing to concern yourself with. If you would just be so kind as to ensure that your computer is turned on in a half-hour's time, you’ll discover then. Goodnight, Kikukawa-san.” She hung up before the other girl could respond. One little adjustment to make… and there, perfect. Shizuru had thought of this little change to her plan earlier when she first heard tell of a certain incident involving Yuuki Nao, but Yukino's words served to confirm her course of action. This was either going to greatly aid Yukino with her self-esteem issues, or completely crush her spirit. Shizuru felt a tad guilty about gambling with Yukino’s emotional and mental state in such a manner, but she felt lucky tonight. Suzushiro-san will make the right decision, I know her. And speaking of lucky… Shizuru set the timer for her e-mail. She needed to get ready for her evening with a certain gruff, raven-haired picture of loveliness that would be expecting her arrival soon.

Yukino heard the connection cut off, but wasn’t about to accept that kind of answer. She dialed again, only to meet a voice mail recording in answer; Shizuru had already anticipated her and turned off the phone. Yukino muttered something under her breath, then blushed, shocked at her own language. But could that woman ever be frustrating. Yukino had always disliked it when Shizuru managed to manipulate Haruka, and was starting to become even more averse to it now that she was on the receiving end. Perhaps she was expecting too much change to come out of their heart-to-heart, but Shizuru… Yukino almost dropped what she was doing to go ask the council president in person, but remembered past her irritation that there was somebody much more important waiting for her. She sighed, conceding this match to Shizuru, and hurried over to the vending machine, getting Haruka her coffee and herself a mixed juice. She hurriedly returned to the room, hoping Haruka hadn’t noticed the delay.

“Here, Haruka-chan, your coffee.” Yukino extended her arm, giving the drink to her friend before settling back down in her own spot. Yukino noticed that Haruka had already finished her own salad, and was now sitting calmly, eyes fixed on her while she sipped her hot drink. Yukino felt a bit of heat rise to her face, and hoped Haruka would attribute it to her recent activity. She started again on her own meal, a little more self-conscious than she had been before, feeling Haruka's eyes on her and Shizuru’s call still fresh in her mind.

“Say, Yukino,” Haruka started suddenly, “Did you want to go anywhere tonight? I think we both had a lot of sleep earlier, and tomorrow is Sunday anyway; we can get regulated then. How about we enjoy a bit of the night life that everybody talks about. To give us a keener insight into the minds of some of the students, of course.” Haruka smiled as she finished saying this, catching Yukino by surprise. She must be feeling good, Yukino thought. Not only is she talking about not working, something that Haruka can't manage even on Sunday, our “day off”, she's very nearly joking about it.

“Eh, I can't think of anywhere in particular, Haruka-chan. Why don’t we just have fun wandering around, trying out different places and things to do? If you want to get a better perspective on the students, I mean.” Yukino could imagine it so clearly- she and Haruka painting the town red, flitting from place to place with nowhere to go but where their hearts took them… Or, we could just go to a karaoke bar; no need to wax poetic, she chastised herself.

“Right then, Yukino. You finish eating while I go wash up. You can have the washroom in a minute or two.” With a definite course of action now in mind, Haruka was up and off again. Yukino had to smile at Haruka’s zealous expression as she laid clothes and other such things out. They were going out to have enjoy themselves, but anybody else looking in would have thought Haruka was preparing for a covert mission, with how seriously she took everything. She laid out her blouse, pants- it was cool out-, shoes, stockings, and a light jacket in a neat and orderly line, before turning and walking into the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, Yukino finished her salad quickly with no one to talk too, she was quite hungry after going almost all day without anything to eat. She started wondering what she was going to wear for their trip out. She looked over Haruka’s planned attire: A simple light blue blouse, with a white jacket to go over it. A pair of worn, but comfortable looking tan pants, and a pair of equally worn and comfortable looking white sneakers. Yukino hadn’t seen Haruka such a get-up since they were in Junior High…she still had some similar clothes left in her wardrobe however, and chose something close. She picked out a plain white tee-shirt to go under a light scarlet jacket that her mother had sent her last winter. Next to come out were a pair of loose blue jeans that she had spontaneously tried on and bought once, thinking that they looked so daring, but hadn’t worn since. A pair of her own worn sneakers completed the ensemble, and Yukino smiled lightly at the result. We're going to look a right pair of uncivilized, immoral young ladies tonight, aren’t we?

Yukino waited for Haruka to finish up in the bathroom, having not realized that the other woman would take so long. Probably has something to do with her hair. Yukino never really bothered too much with her own hair, just washing it, drying it, and running a brush through it a couple of times. The brush only served to untangle it, as nothing would tame her unruly mop. She had tried some different styling products before, but they had left her hair feeling unpleasant, and she didn’t really like the look she came out with either. Regardless, she was content with just letting it be; that was much easier and more comfortable, after all. Considering her hair… she took a bit of it and pulled it strait, judging the length. I really need to get it cut soon. It's even worse when it's too long, not to mention taking forever to wash. Hair-washing was what she suspected was taking Haruka so long now, with her waves of silky golden tresses spilling down her supple frame--

Deep!

Yukino looked up as her computer made the noise indicating that she'd received mail, and groaned. The thought of her and Haruka’s night out had driven Shizuru’s call right out of her mind. She walked over to the offending device, and saw that it was indeed the message Shizuru had promised would come. When she tried to open it, however, it called for a password, saying that it was meant for Suzushiro Haruka, the Executive Director, only. What on Earth could that woman be up to? I’ve been asleep most of the day, but she’s been up scheming the whole time, what could she have come up with in those hours? She shrugged. No use worrying about it until Haruka gets out of the shower. Fortunately, that wasn’t too much longer, as Haruka soon came bursting out of the bathroom, clad in a white robe. Scrubbing her hair with a towel, she noticed Yukino by the computer.

“What’s this?” She inquired, walking over and reading the dialogue box on the screen, “A password? I thought that was just a formality... I’ve never heard of anyone ever having to use the council password before.” She quickly typed it in, Yukino’s experienced eye making out the words “Princess Carnival” . That's quite a formality, Yukino mused, for it to have a tie to the now broken sequence of HiME Festivals. Yukino focused on the message that came up for now, making a mental note to tell Midori about such a thing later, she would probably find it interesting.

The message read:

Suzushiro Haruka, you have been selected by the Student Council for a special assignment. You will be expected to report to the council room promptly at 0700 tomorrow with necessities enough for three days away from the academy. Further instruction will be given at this time. Please be sure to come well rested, as stamina will be important.

-Fujino Shizuru, Student Council President

Haruka looked apologetically at Yukino.

“Sorry, I guess there go our plans for tonight. We have our responsibilities.” Yukino nodded slowly.

“I understand, Haruka-chan. You have to be one hundred percent for this tomorrow, and going out on the town would be rather counter-productive to that.”

Yukino gave her best understanding and forgiving little smile, and was rewarded when she noticed the other woman’s relieved expression. Haruka hated breaking any kind of a promise, and she always strove to make her word as good as any promise. Haruka was glad Yukino didn’t hold it against her and was determined to make up for it somehow, someday. For now, though, I need to focus on the work at hand.

Yukino, for her part, truly didn’t hold anything against her compatriot. She didn’t want Haruka to feel that she had to drop her commitment to duty and responsibility just for her. She loved that integrity and commitment just as much as she loved everything else about Haruka. Shizuru, however, was another matter entirely. Just what crazy idea does she have cooking now? The president had said that Haruka would be getting some time off, time off that Yukino had assumed that they would be able to spend together. Now it seemed that Haruka was being given extra work, and that it was going to be alone. Far away from the school. To top this little farce off, Shizuru’s little scheme had just spoiled a night that she and Haruka could actually have spent together having fun, for the first time in a long time. She and Shizuru really needed to have a talk, but Yukino couldn’t think of when or where, not with Haruka leaving so early the following morning. Yukino was also willing to bet anything that she would have a very difficult time finding Shizuru tonight, for an entirely innocent and quite logical reason of some kind. Well, what's set is set, but rest assured, Shizuru-san... you and I will exchange words on this matter later.

Haruka turned back for a moment and caught sight of her roommate's face again. Though Yukino said she was okay with everything, Haruka knew her better. Yukino really had been looking forward to their time together. So was I, even. What does the bubuzuke woman want with me, and alone at that? What was with this sudden, unexplained mystery assignment for tomorrow? Haruka strengthened her resolve, determined that she would have a few choice words for the council president later; a few specially picked-out, limited-edition words… Her suspicion that Yukino’s response hadn’t been quite honest was confirmed as she continued to observe her partner. Yukino was keeping herself busy, putting both of their clothes up and cleaning the remnants of the meal. Haruka sighed, feeling guilty again. As long back as Haruka could remember, Yukino always tried to mask any misgivings or hurt she felt by throwing herself at any task available, preferring to work things out for herself than ask for help. This time, however, Haruka wasn’t about to make Yukino deal with anything on her own, I’ll be up at the council room a little early tomorrow, President, and we are going to… discuss things. Another decision reached at satisfactorily, Haruka changed into her traditional but comfortable pajamas, and laid down in her bed, watching Yukino continue to work. Haruka wanted to help, but knew that trying would only make the girl feel uncomfortable.

Yukino finished cleaning up, and finally had nothing left to do but put on her own pajamas, lay down on her own bed, and try to get some sleep. As she lay down, she noticed Haruka was getting up to get her preventative nasal strip. She didn’t know what it was that made her get up and say anything, but it felt like the right thing to do.

“Haruka-chan,” Yukino started, Haruka turning to face her friend questioningly, “I know about your ah, snoring.” Yukino felt there just had to be a more delicate term, but moved on, “Don’t feel bad about it; I’m an easy sleeper anyway. It won’t bother me. Why don’t you try going without and see if you manage to sleep any better? I bet those things aren't too comfortable.” Yukino hoped she hadn’t offended her friend, but she didn’t want Haruka to think that she had to keep anything from her, even something like this. Haruka flushed from embarrassment, but Yukino was right, they weren’t all that comfortable, and she was probably going to have enough trouble sleeping tonight as it was. Heck, troubled sleep was supposedly what caused her little problem anyway... Who's that doctor to say I'm stressed, I'm not stressed, that can't be the reason. Haruka felt grateful for this little admission: her own pride would never have let her discuss such a thing.

“Well… Yukino, if you’re sure it won’t bother you, I think I will go without tonight. Thanks for your consideration.” Haruka turned back and laid down, before turning to face her friend in the other bed.

“Good-night, Yukino.”

“Good-night, Haruka-chan.”

Yukino heard the guilt still present in Haruka’s voice, and Haruka heard the repressed regret in Yukino’s, but neither of them said anything. They both lay still for a long while in silence, each struggling with their own thoughts deep into the night. Yukino noticed that she couldn’t hear the tell-tale snores of her companion, so she knew that Haruka was still awake. She couldn’t think of anything she could do or say that would make Haruka feel better, so just lay awake, her mind a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions that she couldn’t calm. Haruka was struggling with her own thoughts as well, but she had no way of telling whether Yukino was awake or asleep, and maintained the silence so as not to disturb her friend. She had earlier decided on a course of action, but now doubts were creeping in. When had something besides her efforts to prove herself to Shizuru and the student council proved at all important to her lately?

She was Suzushiro Haruka! She would never back down, never flinch in the face of any challenge that was thrown her way! And yet… she was about to do just that. She was about to admit to her greatest rival that she was incapable of doing something that was asked of her, and what’s more, she felt good for it. She rolled over, just able to make out the mark of her office laying on the bedside table. She reached out and grabbed the armband, running the material through her fingers, feeling the almost invisible seam where the two ends attached. She didn’t like to dwell overmuch on the events of that time, but this item served to remind her of things that shouldn't be forgotten. Conflicting thoughts and emotions ran through her mind the rest of the night, and afforded her no sleep at all.

Yukino awoke for the fourth time in a twenty-four hour span, feeling even more tired now than she had before finally drifting off in the night. She arched her back, and stretched out her cramped limbs, though both did little to ease the tension. Rubbing her eyes, she reached over to the nightstand for her glasses. She wondered what had awoken her. She wasn’t used to waking on her own, not any more. Mornings involved Haruka marching to and fro, getting ready for the day. Yukino looked over towards the bed Haruka had vacated. Yukino knew she would be gone; she could see the clock. It read seven-twelve, but hadn’t felt quite real until she had laid eyes upon the empty bed. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to say goodbye. Yukino took a deep breath, trying to find the motivation to get out of bed and do… What? What is there for me to do today? Sighing, she nevertheless got up, and headed for the shower. This was how her days always began, grabbing a quick shower after Haruka.

Something didn’t feel right as she walked into the bathroom though, something she couldn’t place. It came to her when she turned on the scorching hot water, and felt the cloud of steam waft up towards her…. She couldn’t remember the last time she had gone for her morning shower without meeting a wall of that steam at the door. Haruka-chan takes such hot showers. Yukino found herself standing in the bathroom, waiting until the humidity seeped into every corner of the room before turning down the heat to a comfortable level and getting in. Yukino usually liked her morning showers, the feel of the hot water hitting her skin, loosening muscles stiff from sleep and constant activity. Showers were something Haruka had introduced her to, while most others preferred more traditional baths. She ended her shower quickly, and headed out into the main room to get dressed, stewing over the options on how to spend her first true day off in what felt like years. She was snapped from her reverie by the ringing of her mobile. Seeing the name, Yukino had to bite back some very uncharacteristic words. She took a calming breath, determined not to let that woman make her lose her cool.

“Hello, Miss President. What can I do for you at this early hour?”

“Kikukawa-san, could I see you in the council room, please?” Shizuru’s voice came over the line, far too cheerfully. Yukino felt a twinge in her stomach, but managed in the same untroubled, formal tone, “Yes, Miss President, I’ll be there as soon as I am able.” Yukino was not prone overmuch to anger, but the more she thought about this situation the more aggravated she became. She was fairly confident that Shizuru would refrain from doing anything to worsen her dilemma but... It certainly wouldn't kill her to be a little less cryptic. Yukino threw on today’s set of clothes and, considering for a moment, she even slipped on her executive armband; if Haruka had to work today she couldn’t do any less. She finished by running a brush through her hair, for all the good it did, and then set off swiftly for the council room.

“So, Suzushiro-san, are you sure you wish to make this request?” Shizuru inquired, looking quite pleased with herself. Haruka’s eyebrow twitched, more than a little annoyed at the woman’s smug expression, but managed to communicate her answer calmly enough.

“Yes, President, I believe it would be in the best interest of the school. Having-” Haruka was interrupted as the council door was unceremoniously thrown open, an obviously miffed Yukino entering. Seeing two occupants in the room staring back at her, however, caused the harsh words she had prepared to flee and she gaped like some strange, bespectacled fish.

“Haruka-chan!” Yukino found her voice, running in and catching her friend in a tight embrace, “What are you still doing here, I thought you were leaving this morning?” Haruka was a bit flustered at this display from her friend, especially in front of the council president, and disengaged herself stiffly from Yukino’s surprisingly strong grasp.

“Well, as I was just explaining to President Fujino, this operation would run more smoothly with two personnel. I was requisitioning an additional agent, and recommending you in particular, as you are the most qualified individual to handle the duties associated with this assignment.” Haruka said this as formally as she was able, but neither Yukino nor Shizuru could have missed the faint pink tinge that colored her cheeks, though nothing else in her firm countenance would have given her away. In the somewhat awkward silence that followed, Shizuru took her chance to speak.

“Well then, Suzushiro-san, request granted. Would you please do me a favor, and go get Kikukawa-san’s computer from your room? I’m afraid I left mine back at home, and I shouldn't like for her to pay for a train ticket and hotel room that could be covered by the school, yes? I just need to access the travel agency administration's websites so I can make the required changes. I will also brief Kikukawa-san while you are gone.”

“Hmm? Sorry, President, but it belongs to Yukino. You need to ask her.” Yukino was surprised: Haruka usually took her agreement and cooperation as a given.

“It’s okay, Haruka-chan, I don’t have any problem with that.” Yukino finished with a grateful smile. Haruka nodded, then turned and left the room.

“Well, Kikukawa-san, it certainly seemed as though you were upset a moment ago. Were you planning on directing a few assuredly unpleasant words in my direction?” Shizuru had such a knack for making others feel uncomfortable about disagreeing with her, or having any kind of confrontation with her, but Yukino had seen enough such tricks used on Haruka often enough to be mentally prepared for it.

“Yes, I was. Just what are you playing at, Shizuru-san? I’m confused; what you said you would do and what you’re doing appear to be two entirely different things, and I would very much like you to explain that.” Perhaps a surprise aggressive approach would be able to get a straight response from the President.

“Ah, you worry too much Kikukawa-san! Everything is going according to plan. I take it Suzushiro-san didn’t inform you of her plan to include you in this assignment? I was rather certain she would come to that decision- I told you that she cared a good deal for you- but I also thought she would have mentioned it. No pillow talk for you two then?” Yukino sighed, it was no use trying to verbally spar like this with Shizuru, so she decided to try a tactic more worthy of Haruka: Plain stubbornness.

“Shizuru-san… I not sure what to think about this. I sincerely hope you weren't planning on operating on assumptions and fond wishes this entire time, but let's forget that for now. Perhaps the larger question is, how is adding an extra assignment in agreement with what you said before?” Yukino refused to let the woman dance around that issue; she was going to get an explanation here and now.

“Kikukawa-san, Suzushiro-san won’t be gone for all that long. Would you like me to take the time to explain my entire plan, or do you think I should perhaps 'do what I said', and brief you on the specifics of this undertaking? I could do the former if you prefer, but you will have to explain to Suzushiro-san what we were discussing alternatively, and why you have no knowledge of the 'actual' assignment.” Or at least Yukino thought she was going to get an explanation, Shizuru had her backed into a corner now. Yet another round conceded to the President then.

“Fine then, President, explain this task.” What have I gotten myself into? Everything had seemed so straightforward yesterday, so simple. She and Shizuru had made a connection, she knew they had… But some things never change, I suppose.

“Good, Kikukawa-san, just trust me. You and Suzushiro-san are to be ambassadors of Fuuka Academy for a party of individuals considering the enrollment of their children. They wish to first visit the campus to ensure it meets with their lofty expectations and assuredly high standards in an educational facility. Your duties will be twofold. First, you are to greet them from their flight at the Kansai International Airport. In case you have not come to the conclusion yourself yet, they are from abroad and quite wealthy, which is why we would rather like them to enroll. Secondly, they will be recovering from their flight at a nearby hotel for one day and one night, before traveling to the academy on the next. You and Suzushiro-san will be arriving one day early to familiarize yourself with the city and the hotel so as to be able to guide them; you will be staying there as well. Our representatives must appear capable, confident, and knowledgeable at all times; so it is imperative that you use the time you are given to familiarize yourself with the area. Do you understand everything so far?”

Yukino understood all right, and was grudgingly impressed at how quickly such a scenario had been planned, but was still confused about just how this was fitting into Shizuru’s earlier statement. This still didn‘t seem like “time off” of any sort. Shizuru might think that getting away from the school grounds counted somehow, but Yukino knew that Haruka would be focused on her assignment, as usual, which was what this “vacation” was supposed to circumvent. Yukino was about to point this out, but was forced to hold her tongue as Haruka made her return to the room, holding out the computer for the president.

“Thank you, Suzushiro-san, Kikukawa-san. I’m very grateful to both of you for letting me use this.” Shizuru accepted the laptop from Haruka and flipped it open, logging on to the wireless network and accessing the necessary information. “I just need to make a change with the transportation and hotel reservations….“ She typed a few moments in silence. Unknown to the pair, she wasn't actually changing anything, the reservations had of course been made for two the entire time. “And there. Finished.” Shizuru closed the computer and handed the it to Yukino, smiling at both of them.

“I’ve explained the situation to Kikukawa-san. Now I think both of you need to go pack. Make sure you bring some nice dress-clothing for greeting them at the airport, first impressions are everything. They can see the school uniforms the next day, when you are to be discussing the school. Go ahead and bring something comfortable and casual as well, for the first day there. You’ll be doing quite a bit of walking about after all. Hurry now: the train will be leaving from the station at eight ten, sharp.” Shizuru rose and gently guided them to the door, waving to them once they had gone through it. Yukino was a little irritated, and just a bit disappointed. Irritated because Shizuru could be quite the slippery little eel when she wanted to be, and disappointed because it looked like Shizuru’s plan was a bit less than she had expected. This sure doesn’t look like it's miraculously going to get Haruka to…

“So, Yukino, the President explained everything, did she? About the prospective students, and our responsibilities as representatives?”

“Yes, Haruka-chan, she covered everything.” Common sense told Yukino to leave well enough alone, but she couldn‘t help ask a question that had been burning in her mind, a question she needed to hear Haruka answer herself, “Haruka-chan? Why exactly did you think I needed to come along? It's not that I’m complaining,” She added hurriedly, smiling and closing her eyes, waving her hands in front of her as if to physically dispel any such suspicion from the other woman’s mind, “I’m just curious as to what you need me to do, specifically.”

“Ah, that is… I feel that two people would make a more appropriate welcoming committee for such important guests. Also, I could use your help in making sure that all their questions get answered satisfactorily. If they happen to ask me anything about the students, for example, I believe I may find it difficult to say something positive. You’re also a very organized person, Yukino, and I just thought that having you along might make everything run smoother. Um… so, yes.”

“I got it, Haruka-chan, I won‘t let you down.” Yukino smiled disarmingly at Haruka, secretly amused, and not a little flattered, at the sight of Haruka’s unintended babbling and the slight pink tinge that appeared on her cheeks, in sharp contrast to the serious expression that remained fixed on her features. Even were she was only trying to make up for the previous evening, Haruka was showing some consideration towards more than her responsibilities for this assignment, and that was more than Yukino had expected to see at this point.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, each of them dealing with conflicted feelings on this new development in their lives. They reached their room soon, and entered, packing away their changes of clothes and other necessities in continued silence. Yukino packed her spare school uniform, and the outfit she had selected the previous night as her casual attire, the items conveniently near the top, and thought hard about what she could wear that would qualify as “elegant”. It didn't take her too long, as she remembered a present Mai had given her following the Festival. She pulled out the sleeveless red dress Mai had sewn for her, quite similar to the one she had been provided as a stage costume at the HiME Ranger party, but of much better material and quality. A sleeveless red dress, trimmed in violet, with a floral also of varying purple hues pattern decorating the bottom. Differing from the old costume, however, was the lack of a collar, and a v-neck that dipped just high enough to keep from being improper. The slit up the side also ended much lower, around the knee rather than the thigh. Yukino had not yet worn it, for obvious reasons, when did she ever get the opportunity to? As she took it down and loosely folded it to fit her case, she noticed a card attached to the inside: For when Yukino-chan finally wants to stand out, I hope this helps- Mai. Yukino smiled, and was slightly self-conscious that she hadn't found this card until long after the fact. I guess we'll find out if it's going to help, Mai-chan. Yukino curiously looked over to Haruka, but her friend had already finished her packing, so Yukino couldn’t see what she had selected.

When all was finished, they had one suitcase packed apiece. Haruka disliked to travel over-burdened, and Yukino was just reserved by nature, careful and deliberate in almost everything she did, including packing. They set off towards town, planning on flagging down a taxi to take them to the train station. Yukino was the first to break the hush established by their activity.

"Won't this be fun, Haruka-chan? I mean, it's nice to be doing something again, things have been so quiet for a while. It seemed like we were always busy before, but it was still fun when we could work together so much..." Yukino fell silent, she hadn’t meant to say so much, but Haruka could see her friend’s eyes sparkle with barely repressed anticipation as she spoke, I guess I did the right thing, then, convincing Fujino to let her come. Yukino’s attitude was dangerously infectious, and Haruka had to force herself to maintain a degree of formality when she answered.

“I’m sure it will be enjoyable, but don’t make more out of this than what it is. We are at work, and for now we need to concentrate on keeping our timetable.” Yukino checked her mobile; it was nearing eight o’clock by now; they really did have to hurry.

Nine minutes later they jumped out of a taxi, dropping some money in the front seat as they made their way towards the train station, looking for their number as they ran. They managed to get to the platform only seconds before the last call for passengers went out, and clambered on, walking through a few compartments before finding an empty one near the back. Haruka let Yukino take a seat first, finding her own one closer to the door. Haruka didn't want Yukino to be the first one to encounter any dangerous deviant that decided to burst in. She doubted anything of the sort would happen, but one could never be too careful. They both stretched out as comfortably as they could in the seats, looking out the window as the train began passing the outskirts of town, just beginning to enter the countryside.

As they watched the landscape go by , they both started to get drowsy, the events of the last twenty-four hours catching up with them. Especially Haruka, who hadn’t managed to get any sleep at all the previous night or enjoy her morning coffees.

Yukino woke up when she heard a conductor walk through the train, telling everybody to prepare to unload because they were nearing their destination. She noticed a weight on her thigh, and looked down to see Haruka peacefully snoozing, using her leg as a pillow. Yukino smiled, Haruka must have inadvertently shifted about in her sleep, trying to get more comfortable. Yukino hated to wake her, but knew she had to, but first gently picked Haruka up and settled her into a less awkward sitting position for the occasion. Only then did she gently but firmly nudge her friend's shoulder, informing her of their impending arrival. Haruka awoke gradually, stretching out in a most contented feline manner, after enjoying the best rest she had gotten since... well, since yesterday, but it had been even better now for some reason. I wonder if I’ll ever get to rest this well in an actual bed. She wondered sleepily.

Yukino arose and stretched also, relieving the stiffness in her legs and retrieving their scant luggage from under the seat. Soon enough, they felt the train begin to slow, nearing its destination. They picked up their packs, and went out into the corridor, joining the other few who were just now starting to leave their own compartments. Haruka led the way through the quickly-forming crowd of other travelers. They provided their ticket stub to the conductor, and stepped out into the train station in Osaka. It was a struggle for the two girls to not gape at the magnitude of what confronted them: A literal sea of people restrained only by the tall buildings stretching from the ground in all directions. If the masses of people going about their lives were any indication, it was business as usual for this place.

Neither of them had ever been into the heart of a major city like this, and the feeling of utter smallness was tangible as they faced such a sight for the first time. Televisions and stereos in store windows and displays added to the buzz of noise that permeated the environment. People of all standings scurried about, on the same streets together though seemingly not aware of one another. Haruka was the first to become irritated with her gawking and brought them back to the business at hand: locating their hotel.

“That Bubuzuke woman said the hotel was near the station. The Hotel Nickel Osaka-”

“Hotel Nikko Osaka...”

“Whatever, somebody around here must be able to give us some simple instructions to finding it.” Haruka nodded, having made up her mind on the matter, and quickly went to the edge of the passing populace, plucked out a person by his sleeve, and asked him matter-of-factly, “Can you tell us where the Hotel Neko Osaka is?”

The poor fellow that Haruka had snagged appeared to be in his thirties, but faced with this young woman’s directness, unwavering stare, and demanding expression...well, he wasn't made of that stern a stuff, luckily for him. Even better, he knew the answer.

“Hotel Nikko Osaka?” he sputtered, “It...that is, it's down that way a few blocks,” He gestured off behind him but didn't break from Haruka's patented cobra-gaze, “It’s...a tall white building. The only hotel for a good ways in that direction. You can’t miss it.”

Satisfied, Haruka let the man go, and he quickly fled, fading into the crowd of people. Haruka and Yukino stood there for a few long moments, looking uncertainly at the throng, neither relishing the thought of entering it themselves. Resigning herself to the unavoidable, Haruka tersely said, “Come Yukino, let’s go.” Before grabbing the other girl's hand and pulling her into the crowd.

That turned out to be a blessing, Haruka taking hold of her hand like that, as they found themselves jostled and shoved at every step. Haruka, who was by now used to people giving her a wide berth when she walked through a crowd, quickly became irritated by the constant collisions, and put on her very best angry expression, trying to bull her way through the crowd. This utterly failed to work, as she only succeeded in irritating other people, and receiving more pushes and shoves for her trouble. Yukino sighed, and pulled Haruka close, whispering into her ear, “Follow me", Before making her way swiftly and gracefully through the crowd. Yukino was non-confrontational, and had become quite skilled at weaving through large groups of people when alone. It's been a while since I've had to do this though. Usually I just follow in the path Haruka-chan provides.

Haruka wasn’t good at doing anything but by the most direct path available, but did her best to match Yukino’s side-stepping and occasional twisting about. Just as she felt she was getting the hang of it, she felt Yukino shake her hand and looked up, seeing the hotel they would be staying at for the first time.

“It's pretty impressive, I guess.” she grudgingly admitted. In truth, it was magnificent, a pristine white building with tall glass windows on every floor rose more than thirty stories, looming over them. They hurried into the lobby area and found the reception desk within. Haruka asserted her lead once more, this being more her area of skill than soft-spoken Yukino’s, and slammed her hand on the desk, demanding the undivided attention of the host.

“We have a room reservation under the names Kikukawa and Suzushiro, of Fuuka Academy. Please, direct us towards our room.” Despite what her words might have suggested, there was absolutely no “request” in Haruka’s statement. With a glance at her stony expression and unyielding demeanor, the man thought that it would be best not to argue about little points of etiquette with the loud girl in front of him. My, my, how savage the Japanese youth are these days. The aging fellow quickly looked up the names in the computer registry, but when the results came up he was surprised enough that his polite expression faltered.

“Is there a problem?” Haruka asked, eyebrow raised. The man coughed, looking between the two girls, and back at the screen, and back again, before deciding it would be best to say something, before the loud one got violent.

“Ah, no ma’am, there’s no problem at all, besides there being no mention of the school. It’s just that…but I suppose these things are more common now...I was just surprised. I sincerely apologize for my breach of decorum.” He took a deep breath, “You will be staying in room 3409. I shall take you up there now.”

Yukino and Haruka exchanged glances at the man’s odd behavior, but decided not to ask. He first tried to take their bags, but Haruka motioned him away: they could certainly manage their small amount of luggage! So he shrugged, and gestured for them to follow, making his way to an elevator. Floor thirty-four looked much the same as the other floors upon which several people had debarked from the lift, but the desk manager's disposition still seemed to indicate that something was amiss with the situation. They reached the room, and the employee unlocked the door with his key card. Haruka walked in, and turned on the light, Yukino at her heels.

Yukino also happened to be the one to recover first from the shock of seeing their quarters, and took it upon herself to question the balding man behind them, though she knew there was no mistake, not with Shizuru having made the reservations.

“Ah, sir, there seems to have been some sort of mistake with our reservation, is there any possibility of a room change?”

“I am terribly sorry ma'am, but with the convention in session... That is, I’m sorry that there seems to have been some mix-up, but we have no other rooms available at this time. However, it is still a quite serviceable room, and very...comfortable… as you can see.” All this was said as he was slowly backing away, casting what he thought to be surreptitious worried glances at Haruka's back. He then politely excused himself, ducking out of the room before the angry woman could turn back to him, which likely would have happened, as Haruka managed to progress past stunned silence to incoherent rage soon after he left. Even with what she had seen in the past, Yukino would never have imagined that Shizuru would do something so spectacularly…inappropriate. I’ve created a monster. That’s all there is to it, Shizuru has lost her mind.

“The.. that... gah! What will the other guests think? Oooh, when I get my hands on that woman, I’ll...I’ll…” Haruka wasn’t able to form any words past that, but was very ferocious looking as she glared, growling and strangling the air before her. Yukino decided to leave her traveling companion to her destroy-Shizuru pantomiming, and turned a critical eye to the place that would be their home for the next couple of days. It was quite obviously one of the honeymoon suites of the Nikko Osaka, complete with a single huge, heart-shaped bed dressed in red silk coverings. Well, the room isn’t so bad, really. Sure, the color scheme may be on the red-and-pink side, but it's not glaring. It was fairly large too, with a traditional bathing room presumably through a side door, and a balcony through a set of sliding glass doors, currently curtained. They had a little kitchen area specially set up with a tea kettle and coffee pot, which was a nice change from most hotels' habit of keeping such things in the bathroom, and they even had a little closet. Besides the bed, Yukino couldn’t see anything overtly “romantic” about the room, but just the fact that they were staying on what was apparently the newlyweds' floor was bound to raise some eyebrows, And Haruka-chan most definitely does not enjoy eyebrows raised in her direction. With that thought, Yukino glanced back at her partner, who seemed to have finally throttled phantom-Shizuru to her hearts content, and was looking about the room herself. Yukino sat down on the bed to wait for her conclusion, and was pleasantly surprised. Oh wow, this is...unbelievable! She couldn't resist laying down on the velvet-textured, squashy bed , and closed her eyes; it had been a long day after all, and it wasn’t even half done. Her eyes opened as she felt a weight settle down beside her, and saw Haruka sitting down on the edge of the bed, still looking irritated, but calm enough to talk now.

“Well, Yukino, we can’t let some little mistake throw us off of our objective here. This room will be serviceable; we can stay here for as long as necessary. This is no problem. No problem at all. For now, let’s unpack. We can’t make a good impression with wrinkled clothing.”

“Yes, Haruka-chan. It won’t be so bad, we won't be spending too much time here anyways. At least the bed is comfortable.” Yukino finished with a cheery smile, trying to relieve the dour expression on her friend’s face. Haruka did manage a weak smile in return, happy that Yukino was okay with the arrangements at least.

“Yukino, I’m going to go get some air, come get me if you need anything.”

“Okay, Haruka-chan, I’ll stay here and set up my computer, and then see about unpacking.”

Yukino unloaded her laptop from her case while Haruka walked past her toward the doors leading to their balcony. As she was scouting about for an outlet to plug into, she was startled by the sound of Haruka shouting for her from out on the balcony.

“Hey, Yukino! Come over here!” Yukino got up, swiftly running out to see what was wrong.

“What is it, Haruka-chan?” Yukino queried, she only saw Haruka standing there, looking out at…

“I thought you would like this.” Haruka smiled at Yukino’s awed expression, though she would never have admitted that her own face had looked much the same a moment ago. Haruka walked back and pulled Yukino forward by her arm to the railing. “You can see it better if you actually come out here,” she explained. The late morning sun shone on the expanse of the city, glittering on the glass and steel buildings that sprinkled with the landscape, seemingly tending their “children,” the shorter buildings that formed the heart of Osaka. Yukino leaned out on her elbows, trying to see as much as possible. Haruka maintained a more upright stance, unconsciously challenging, no daring, the city to come up with something she couldn't handle. Yukino noticed that Haruka hadn’t released her grasp on her arm, but didn’t say anything. They looked out over the landscape, seeing the tiny little people below still milling about, always going, never seeming to get there. It makes me feel...small, Yukino mused, not knowing that Haruka was thinking along the same lines, but with a great deal less awe and far more irritation; Haruka and insignificance did not work well together. Yukino felt that grip tighten almost imperceptibly on her shoulder, and looked up and Haruka’s face, a visage of determined resolution tinged with the tiniest edge of doubt. Yukino reached up and laid her hand on Haruka’s, just resting it there, and she saw Haruka look down with that wonderful, unbelievably caring expression she had seen so rarely before. Then it was gone, and the usual Haruka was back, just as unwavering and dogged as before, perhaps even more so, for that little worm of doubt was gone now in the glow of her closest friend's absolute confidence.

“Naaaatsukiiii, I’m home.” Shizuru slid gracefully through the door to Natsuki’s dorm room, eyes casting about for her loved one with a playful gleam. Kikukawa-san and Suzushiro-san are off on their trip now. What can I do but pass the time with my lovely companion?

“Shizuru. I’m in here….” came the seemingly distracted response. A slight worried frown pulling the corner of her mouth, Shizuru followed the voice into the dormitory proper, where she discovered Natsuki sitting in front of their laptop. My laptop, actually, but she refused to let me get her one. Something about not liking the cute pink one I chose for her. Shizuru stopped behind Natsuki, draped her arms around the girl's shoulder's, and lowered her face down to rest on the biker girl's lithe shoulder. She felt a movement, and glanced over to see a pair of piercing emerald eyes staring into her own.

"Shizuru…. I was just using your computer and… I don’t mean to be nosy, but I noticed that you have a website saved on here, for making reservations at this high-class hotel in Osaka... on the newlywed suite specifically. Were you making some plans I should know about?" Natsuki frowned, and Shizuru went into damage control.

“Doesn’t Natsuki trust me? Have I done something to make her concerned?” Shizuru whispered this, leaning her head closer, and rested her cheek against Natsuki’s silky midnight hair. I forgot to delete that last night? Ah, Natsuki, some things were just more important then. She slowly worked her hands lower, brushing them here... and there... Natsuki's blush deepened as it dawned on her that she was already losing control of the situation and firmly, if somewhat reluctantly, disengaged herself from the devious woman's embrace, rising from her seat to face Shizuru.

“Shizuru! Not right now. If I spoiled a surprise or something, sorry, but...” Even as she said it, Natsuki couldn't help but feel there was something wrong with the notion. Shizuru was always thinking of little things for the two of them to do together, that was nothing new, so what could have made the woman so preoccupied the past day? Of course, Shizuru was a little more difficult to read than most, but of her distraction Natsuki was fairly certain.

“No worries, Natuski. I was but returning a favor owed, nothing more. There's no need to trouble yourself over such matters; can we not think of something more enjoyable to while away our time?”

“Shizuru..." Natsuki looked at her warningly, "If you're ever going to try to mislead me, at least make it believable. Since when do you ever owe anybody a 'favor'? And even if that were true, you've been worried about something the past day, haven't you? Don't answer that, I can tell. I know you wouldn't be worried if it were so simple. We can stay here all day if you want to, I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer from you." As long as she knew for sure this wasn't some surprise for her, Natsuki had absolutely no qualms trying to figure out what had been bothering Shizuru.

“Well Natsuki, I can think of several splendid little ways you could interrogate me, but most of them would be much more fun to do elsewhere. I suppose this desk is a little small and somewhat cluttered, not at all like the one in the council room. But of course, if that's what you truly wish we can surely--"

“Shizuru!” The woman sighed, she hadn’t really expected that to distract Natsuki too much, but it had been worth a try. Meanwhile, Natsuki was reaching her wit’s end. She wasn’t a patient person, despite her threats, and really wanted to find out what was going on now! Especially with Shizuru trying so hard to keep it a secret… Natsuki felt a devious smile creep over her face, Two can play at that game.

“Well, it seems like you only have one thing on your mind right now, Shizuru. Here, I’ll make you a deal; we’ll trade. You tell me what I want to know, and then... use your imagination.” After all, what’s the worst that Shizuru can think of? They had already been together for quite some time, and though Shizuru seemed to have a knack for the decidedly… untraditional, Natsuki had heard far more lewd suggestions in seedy bars over the better part of the last couple of years, and was confident that a woman of Shizuru's "proper" upbringing wouldn't be able to come up with anything she couldn't handle.

“My, Natsuki is such a good negotiator! That sounds like a marvelous idea." Shizuru couldn't believe Natsuki had so generously provided the solution to the dilemma she herself had created. "Though, it wouldn't be fair for you to agree before you know the conditions… here are my terms then." Shizuru was almost sorry she had to say that, because she had started thinking of some truly interesting ideas... but the purpose of this was to keep Kikukawa-san’s secret, so it had to be done. After Natsuki hears this, there's no way she'll proceed any further into the matter. I suppose I can sneak these plans in some other day. “Okay! First we…” Shizuru began laying out her conditions, gleefully noting Natsuki’s complexion once again reddening with every word. You can’t win, Natsuki, it's almost regrettable…

Several minute later, Shizuru stopped, taking pity on the dazed green eyes she saw before her. "So then, Natsuki, do you agree to my terms?" Judging from Natsuki's scarlet features and the way she was slumped over the desk, Shizuru was utterly convinced that the matter was closed. She was mildly surprised that Natsuki had listened to the entire proposition without interruption, but it didn't look like that mattered... Natsuki can be so innocent sometimes, it's cute. Natsuki, however, was still doggedly clinging to the thought of helping her loved one with... Oh, yeah, the computer thing. Moreover, Natsuki also hated to lose. With these factors in mind, Natsuki steeled her resolve and raised her head, flashing a shaky smile.

“Uh.. yea, Shizuru, that sounds…. like... fun!” Natsuki couldn’t help her voice cracking as she forced the words out of her mouth, and she felt her cheek give an involuntary twitch, but she kept going, “Your terms are... accepted, so why don‘t you...” Natsuki trailed off as she saw genuine shock spread across her lover’s face. Shizuru‘s jaw had dropped just slightly, her eyes fluttered in surprise, her little smirk was instantly erased. She tried desperately to regain some measure of self-possession, but such serenity eluded her. Nevertheless, she was still Fujino Shizuru, and she still knew how to change strategy on the run, if necessary. She buried her face in her hands, and did her best to seem absolutely distraught… which wasn’t far off base, all things considered. Shizuru really did not react well when backed into a corner.

“How can you so mean, Natsuki? I really don't want to betray the trust of a friend, you see. After all, I shouldn't be telling others about what is her business.” Shizuru wasn’t being dishonest; she did not feel right discussing Yukino's situation with anybody else. However, even this, her last ditch effort, was not enough to deter the other woman. Natsuki decided it was time to start being more serious, seeing her loved one in this state.

“Shizuru, wasn’t it you who was just talking about trust a minute ago?” Natsuki got up and walked over to Shizuru, laying one hand on the woman’s shoulder and lifting her face with the other, “You can tell me anything, Shizuru, you know that by now. Do you think I would go blabbing it everywhere? I don’t like to see you so troubled, without not being able to help. Don‘t do that to me.”

Shizuru sighed, she might be able to deal with Natsuki’s stubbornness, but against her tender caring she was defenseless. Natsuki had even managed to make herself the injured party… And they call me devious… No, I know she’s being sincere. Shizuru grasped the hand lifting her face, and laid a gentle kiss upon the supple lips before her. Shizuru didn’t want to argue with Natsuki, or hide anything from her, and was actually relieved, in a way, that Natsuki had worked her way in like this. Drawing back from the kiss, Shizuru let her smirk return to lighten her slightly teary visage. However… something still had yet to be resolved, and Shizuru wasn’t one to leave loose ends lying about.

“Natsuki, I want to tell you everything now, I really do, but a deal is a deal. I don’t want us to start lying to each other now, not when you’ve gotten me to be honest.” And with that statement, Shizuru started walking towards the bedroom, drawing Natsuki by the hand she had craftily gotten hold of a moment ago.

“Hey wait, I meant you would tell me first, and--”

“Now now, you never stated anything of the sort specifically, Natsuki. How was I supposed to know? Come now, Natsuki, relax, this will be quite enjoyable if you try to enjoy yourself.” Grinning roguishly, Shizuru pulled the reluctant woman all the way into the room, and closed the door with a soft click. To Natsuki, that clicked sounded terribly final, and she resigned herself to a long, long, long day at home.

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“That hippie! She has no conceivable idea of proprietary-”

“Propriety, Haruka-chan.”

“...does she? She never has! Always just sitting around, drinking her tea… maybe if she would put her tea down for a moment, she wouldn’t have made such a stupid mistake! I thought I could at least count on her to plan something this simple, she’s usually pretty good at managing things... ” Haruka realized she was getting close to saying more than she really wanted to, and fell silent, but continued to fume and glower at the perfectly innocent furnishings of the room.

Yukino sighed, wondering what would happen next on this excursion. Shizuru was probably sitting back at the academy now, enjoying a fine laugh at the thought of their situation. She briefly entertained the notion that Shizuru had somehow planned the occurrence on the balcony that had forced them back indoors, but dismissed it as preposterous. That was just another couple on the thirty-fourth floor deciding to enjoy the view of the city as well… in a very vocal and wholly unashamed manner, yes, but not anything that required further explanation. Haruka had finally began to adjust to the idea of staying here, and then something like that had to happen...

“Yukino! It’s time to get started on our assignment. First, you call room service and get us something small and quick to eat, to keep our energy up for the day ahead. While we’re waiting we can finally unpack and dress appropriately for the city. We can begin our reconnaissance of the area afterward. I will not let that bubuzuke woman and her incompetence stop me.” Haruka had finally settled back down, obviously. Yukino smiled, Haruka may have been unbalanced by recent events, but she wouldn’t let anything phase her in the long run, that just wasn’t her. Yukino nodded a happy affirmation, and stepped over to the phone while Haruka commenced spreading out our her clothing like a soldier preparing his arsenal for battle. Studying the room phone, Yukino located the number for room service and dialed.

“Hello, this is Kikukawa Yukino in room --”

“3409, correct?” The woman on the other end of the line finished for her. Yukino was thrown by this newest surprise, but she was getting used to that by now, and quickly developed a sneaking suspicion…

“Yes. May I ask how you knew this?”

“We already have your order ready to go, ma’am. It was on hold pending your call, we’ll send it right up.” Before Yukino could ask anything more, she heard the "click" of a hastily replaced receiver. Over in the room service station, the hotel employee quickly picked up the phone once more, to keep her line busy. She motioned for the other two in the area to do the same, as their manager had instructed. They were to hold up every line connecting to room service for the next fifteen minutes after receiving a call from one Kikukawa Yukino. Nobody knew why, but their manager had been very adamant about it. They were just employees, what business was it of theirs to question the management?

Busy signal, busy signal… Yukino continued trying to reach room service again, but it looked like they had received a sudden flurry of business, how odd. Could this be another part of Shizuru’s… No, I really need to quit being so suspicious, not every unusual happening has to have Shizuru-san pulling the strings. Through her speculation she noticed that the sound of Haruka’s activity had ceased, and turned to see the woman looking expectantly at her.

“Yukino? Were you able to get through? Do I need to go down there myself and make sure they pay attention?” Yukino hastily reassured her friend, trying to think of something satisfactory to say.

“No, Haruka-chan, there’s no need. I was able to order, it should be here in just a matter of minutes, no worries.”

“Good, what did you get?” Haruka inquired, gathering her change of clothing. Yukino winced, she had hoped to avoid this question.

“Well, Haruka-chan, they told me of a… special they were serving today, so I decided to just order that for the sake of convenience. I’m not entirely sure what it’s composed of, but I thought it would be time better spent preparing myself for our work today.”

“That’s thinking practically Yukino, good job. Let’s use that time then.” Yukino expelled a breath she hadn‘t known she was holding, relieved, and got down to business. She pulled her clothes out of her pack and smoothed them out the best she could, hanging her spare school uniform and dress next to Haruka’s- where had Haruka gotten that green dress? Yukino couldn't remember- in the closet, while putting her other clothes off to the side to change into in a moment.

“Haruka-chan, what do you think we should do first? Shouldn’t we have some sort of agenda for today, I mean?”

“Yes, that’s just what we need to help get us organized after Fujino's screw ups. Go get your computer and we can--” Haruka was interrupted by the sound of knocking upon their door, “That was fast. At least we have quick service around here.” Yukino tried not to be conspicuous in her haste as she walked towards the door, her apprehension growing with each step. This just wasn’t going to end well. I can feel it… Mustering her nerve, Yukino gathered her expression into a reasonable facsimile of calmness, and opened the door. Outside was a very young man dressed in garb identifying him as an employee, pushing a trolley with several covered dishes on the top, and an odd collection of colorfully wrapped boxes on the bottom. The fellow did a slight double-take as he saw the occupants of the room for the first time, but he kept his wits about him much more effectively than had the concierge. He merely pushed the cart into the room, and excused himself.

“Here you are ma’am, just call when you wish somebody to come retrieve the cart. Please enjoy your…meal.” With that he stepped back outside, closed the door and returned quickly to the service station where his fellow staff members waited eagerly to hear of what he had seen of the mysterious occupants of room 3049 and the strange circumstances surrounding their visit.

Yukino glanced between the cart and her partner with great trepidation, and was even considering running after the employee and request that he take the order back, but Haruka cut off that avenue of escape when she walked up and resolutely began inspecting the items on the trolley. Yukino still had no idea what the items were, but she could only imagine. After all, Shizuru-san is behind it. Oh dear... To try to preserve some degree of innocence, Yukino assisted in the inspection, trying to look less guilty than she felt. It wasn’t as bad as she had begun to imagine, fortunately, but it certainly was not the most innocent "meal" ever conceived. There were trays of assorted small fruits and fruit pieces, there was a bowl of chocolate fondue complete with a dish of strawberries, there were servings of creams and honey, cakes and other assorted desserts… it kept going on from there. They glanced at each other, and silently agreed that they did have to see this through to the end. They tackled the boxes on the bottom next; they weren’t arranged so gracefully as the above items, but that somehow made their significance even harder to overlook. In the boxes they found more common cans of whipped cream, bottles of chocolate syrup, and several bottles of some sparkling beverage, which Yukino was relieved to note was not alcoholic. At least Shizuru kept that much of her sanity…even if that isn't enough to prove that she hasn’t entirely lost her mind. Of course, there were no utensils to use- it was all to obvious that this “meal” was not meant to be eaten in a traditional fashion.

“Oh, Haruka-chan, I’m so sorry! I guess that the ‘special’ only applied to our floor, I didn’t know.” Which was technically true... she really didn’t know, but she still didn’t like the taste of dishonesty on her tongue, nor its familiarity.

“No, it’s not your fault Yukino, this whole thing goes back to other mistakes... Gaah, This entire thing is my fault! I should have known better than to trust that complacent, tea-drinking bubuzuke woman to handle this kind of operation. This is just something we’ll have to deal with. I’m going to go change, try and find something worth eating there; we’re not ordering again.” Haruka violently snatched her clothes and whisked off into the bathroom.

Yukino sighed, and plucked a strawberry from a dish, watching after her companion. She wasn’t really hungry, but she didn’t want Haruka to worry. Yukino began changing as well, judging from the angry sounds Haruka was making in the other room she had a few minutes to spare. After that she continued her previously abandoned project of setting up her laptop. Who could tell? Perhaps Haruka would still want to form some kind of agenda. Opening the lid, Yukino was also pleased to note that this hotel had free wireless service, and habitually checked the executive e-mail for new messages. Yukino sighed and momentarily brought a hand to her temple as a sudden pain struck her. Now what does she want? What now, what could possibly happen now… Only one way to find out. Yukino opened the message, thinking that perhaps she needn’t worry. Would Shizuru-san really send anything sensitive to the official executive mail service? In what was becoming a well-practiced moved, Yukino sighed again. She would, of course.

Greetings, Kikukawa-san. I believe that when you finally get around to reading this, Suzushiro-san will not be hovering about. In fact, I feel quite strongly that she has several other things to think about by this time. What do you think so far? I do hope you’ve enjoyed my more overt touches; the room is quite lovely, wouldn’t you agree? I also happen to know a few of the personnel very well, and have a few other contacts in the corporation, so rest assured that there will be no “telling of tales” from any of the staff. How I wish I could have seen Suzushiro-san’s expression out there on the balcony. I will leave you to your thoughts and your Executive Director now; I merely wished to check in. Oh, I hope you also enjoy the repast I had prepared for you. Truly, it sounded quite delectable as I described it for them. Is chocolate-coated Suzushiro-san on the menu for tonight?

Yours sincerely,

Fujino Shizuru

After Yukino finished reading the message, she deleted it and closed off the network, rubbing her temples to relieve the slight headache she that had grown while reading. She rose to her feet and made her way over to the bed, and lay down, trying to digest what she had just learned… and not think awfully much about a chocolate-coated-- She violently shook her head, this was not the time for that, she had more important things to consider. Like how I’m going to keep the worst of this from Haruka-chan… this can’t be all that Shizuru-san has up her sleeves, can it?

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“Shizuru, has anybody ever told you what a conniving, decidedly devious individual you are? How could you do this to Yukino, of all people?” Natsuki directed a frown at her innocently smiling companion, drawing an equally innocent hurt look in return. Natsuki hadn't said a word as she watched Shizuru write and send her e-mail, but couldn't help but bring it up now.

“How can you say such things, Natsuki? I’m merely providing Kikukawa-san with the proper instruments that she may enjoy her time away with Suzushiro-san. Is that really so wrong?” Shizuru finished sweetly.

“Shizuru, we made a deal and it's time for you to hold up your end of it. We both know that I held up mine…” Natsuki fell silent, averting her eyes, while Shizuru smirked at the motions of modesty. Natsuki couldn’t fool her: she had enjoyed Shizuru's ministrations thoroughly. At the same time, she sighed inwardly. Well, we did make a deal. For my Natsuki, I will always hold my end up. Especially after...oh my, I wonder if we can make these “deals” more often?

“Natsuki can be so little fun.” Shizuru pouted for effect, “But if she wants to talk serious now… What exactly is it that you believe I am doing wrong?”

“It’s this whole situation Shizuru,” Natsuki pursed her lips, searching for the right words, “I know you want to help Yukino, but I don’t think this is something that can be helped. You and I both know what our Executive Director is like, we both heard what she’s said, she only recently stopped muttering comments about “inappropriateness” whenever she saw us together. Can you honestly tell me that anything would make her open to this idea of yours? I think all this is going to end up doing is hurting people.”

“Natsuki is such a pessimist. I am well aware of Suzushiro-san’s past actions and expressed attitudes, but you must also realize that,. while she only recently stopped with her comments, she has stopped. In response to your inquiry about her 'openness' to Kikukawa-san’s feelings, I present you with another question: Can you tell me whom she could be potentially open to aside from Kikukawa-san? Have you seen Suzushiro-san swooning about after Reto-san or any other likely candidate? And this isn’t all about Suzushiro-san either, can you honestly say that Kikukawa-san would be so happy with anyone else?” Shizuru was all seriousness now as she focused her eyes on the woman before her. Natsuki was a little surprised at the quiet vehemence in the other woman’s voice, she hadn’t thought this was such a serious matter in Shizuru’s mind, despite the lengths she had gone through to keep it secret earlier. Natsuki didn’t want to admit it, but there was a certain unavoidable logic in that statement. There was a little discrepancy or two that needed mentioning though, so Natsuki used them to hide that admission for the moment.

“Shizuru… I, that is, for the sake of continuing this, let's assume you're right. How exactly is what you’re doing going to help bring this about, it seems that you would just be irritating both of them, rather than helping." Shizuru smiled. My, my, my, Natsuki obviously doesn't know Suzushiro-san as well as I. Then again, I may be the only other person beside Kikukawa-san who knows her quite so well. I can’t expect Natsuki to know everything.

“Natsuki, how little you truly know our Suzushiro-san. It's true, that these little 'mishaps' that I am setting up are not particularly beneficial to that end, but can you think of any better way to keep Suzushiro-san off balance? She is not the kind to willingly step out of her comfortable little box, she must be shaken out of it. And waiting there to catch her will be our Kikukawa-san. In fact, this entire situation rests on her slender , but capable, shoulders.”

Ah-ha! Now I’ve got you, Shizuru, you don’t know everything after all.

“So why do you seem to be trying so hard to keep Yukino unbalanced as well? Why not tell her the truth, so she can be prepared for the insanity you send her way?” Natsuki was sure she had figured out one key flaw in this plan so far, something that would at least make Shizuru more careful in the future.

“Natsuki, Natsuki…” Shizuru shook her head, “That wouldn’t be helpful in the least! Try thinking about it like this: Kikukawa-san is far to good a person to be able to follow through if she actually understands the careful manipulation at hand. She must have the impression, somewhere in her mind, that it is ‘Haruka-chan and I against whatever that crazy bubuzuke woman throws our way'” Shizuru couldn’t help but slip a giggle at referring to herself using Haruka's favorite term, “She needs to be focused on Suzushiro-san, to be alert for any deviations I may decide to send her . She’s so honest that, were to believe that she were more a part of this scheme, rather believing she was protecting Suzushiro-san from it, she would doubtlessly feel guilty about participating. That would make her lose what self-confidence she has gathered, and she would never make any progress in this matter. She’s already reproached herself enough just for having these private communications with me, even if she didn‘t plan most of this. The more I can possibly drive her away from me, the closer she gets to Suzushiro-san, and the more good that she can accomplish.”

Damn... well I guess she knows both of them better than I do. Natsuki decided to throw caution to the winds, and shrugged. Natsuki had tried very hard to think of a situation in which Shizuru had been mistaken, but found she could not. That fact, combined with the graceful rhetoric just spoken, proved enough to satisfy the cynical younger girl.

“You know what, Shizuru, you have me convinced, at least on some matters. I don’t know how right you are about Suzushiro, but only time will tell.” Natsuki sighed, knowing she was about to commit herself, “What can I do to help? You shouldn’t have to do this alone.”

“Well, Natsuki, it just so happens that I might need you to help tie up a few loose ends here at the academy. I’ve done what I could, but I can’t personally plug every mouth with moving lips and you've some amount of experience with ‘being rough,’ do you not? The last thing Kikukawa-san and Suzushiro-san need when they return is wagging tongues, so why don’t we work on stilling them? I’ll use what resources I have at my disposal, but I need you to go amongst the students yourself, collect and control what information you are able, and possibly set some heads knocking. Be warned, this is no simple task.” Harada Chie was a useful person to know, but also had a formidable talent for knowing what she should not. She was a person to hide anything and everything from and was a necessary hurdle too be taken into consideration before it was too late.

“Don’t worry, Shizuru, I’ll take care of my end, you just worry about whatever it is you're doing.” It had been quite a while since Natsuki had gotten to 'be rough", as Shizuru had so eloquently put it, and she found herself almost hoping that somebody would be ignorant enough to try and smart-mouth her… Nobody is going to find themselves still wishing to spread tales after I'm finisehd “talking“ with them, that‘s for sure.. Natsuki could remembered how aggravating it was for her at first, dealing with the whispers and pointed fingers… they hadn't been all bad, but they had been aggravating nonetheless, and she knew that anything she did now wouldn’t compare to what Suzushiro manage if she came back to face that kind of situation. Even if I do end up injuring some punk a bit, I’d be doing them a kindness.

“I knew I could count on you Natsuki.” Shizuru smiled warmly at the departing figure, walking away and turning the corner into the hall. She was about to get started on her own duties, but just as she was turning away she saw, out of the corner of her eye, Natsuki’s head come back into view. Shizuru turned back.

“Shizuru… I love you.” Natsuki flashed a slightly self-conscious grin at Shizuru which Shizuru tenderly returned.

“I love you too, Natsuki, be back soon.” And Natsuki was off, really and truly. Shizuru laughed out loud as a thought struck her- Natsuki had offered a "trade" earlier, but by the look of things she, Shizuru, had come out ahead in both aspects. Though to be sure, it hadn’t seemed as though Natsuki disliked their trade over-much either… Still chuckling softly to herself, Shizuru got back to work.

A pair of eyes resting atop freckled cheeks squinted in annoyance as morning sunlight shone with ever-increasing vigor through the glass balcony door. The young girl tried to turn over and escape the offending light, only to realize that she was restrained by something…soft. Mild, sleepy surprise turned to a somewhat less mild, but still sleepy shock as Yukino discovered what was keeping her pinned in place; the light tickle of Haruka's breath at the base of her neck, her face nuzzled there just above; Haruka's arm lazily draped across her shoulder, Haruka's ankles intertwined with her own. Yukino felt heat rising to her face, and found herself holding her breath and laying absolutely still, as if in fear of startling the sleeping blonde. So close… Yukino felt a familiar flutter in her stomach, and had to swallow the slight gasp that formed in her throat when something tickled the back of her neck, but it was only Haruka's breath.

A few minutes passed, a few long minutes spent counting those breaths, and gradually Yukino relaxed her tense limbs. The initial wave of surprise and guilty excitement slowly flowed from her mind and she tried to think of what to do next, which did not take her all that long a time to decide. She grabbed hold of Haruka's hand from the arm across her shoulder and pulled it in to hold it within two of her own. Snuggling ever so slightly back into Haruka, she easily lost herself and all track of time as she lay there, eyes closed, just listening to her love's even breath and feeling their heartbeats resonate.

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However, back at the academy was one who could not afford to lose track of time; Fujino Shizuru sat in the council room with a calm but deliberate eye on the clock. As if on cue with her thoughts, the only other attending member for the day chose to arrive, crisp and unruffled as the young woman who awaited him. Even with his arm still hanging before him in a sling, he nonetheless exuded an air of complete confidence and capability.

"Good morning, Shizuru-san, did you have a pleasant weekend? Apologies once more for not attending the function Saturday."

"Good morning to you too, Kanzaki-san, and the same sentiments. You did not miss anything of importance, please do not concern yourself. As for council matters, did you have anything you deem particularly pressing to bring up this morning?" Shizuru decided to go ahead and press the true issue of this encounter early. There was no sense wasting time.

"Now, now, Shizuru-san. Haruka-san and Yukino-san have yet to arrive. She would be very irritated were you to start without her." There was no real need to identify which of the two would be irritated.

"Oh dear, I forgot to mention? I am sorry, Kanzaki-san, it must have slipped my mind. They have actually volunteered for an errand on behalf of the school, and will not be joining us today."

"This is the first I have heard of that, then. I wonder… I cannot help but wonder what sort of concerns would pull Haruka-san away from all of the obscene, immoral activity plaguing our academy?"

"They are still in Osaka, I should think. There has been a slight hiccup in their assignment, but they're still due back tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps you should ask her then about her trip." Reito smiled easily.

"Now, now, Shizuru-san, I would hope that you haven't done anything too underhanded. I was actually hoping for a relatively quiet time for the remainder of the school year."

"Ah, Kanzaki-san! What kind of person do you take me for?" Shizuru lifted her tea to her lips, and smiled with the air of innocence.

"Would it be safe to assume that you may require some protection upon Haruka-san's arrival? It would seem she may be quite cross with you."

"The opposite, I would think. I do believe she'll be quite cheerful when she returns. Whatever would she be cross about?"

"If you say so, Shizuru-san, though I'll only believe in a 'cheerful' Haruka-san when I see her for myself. Or perhaps when you have rabid wolverines tangled in your hair. What are we to do in the meantime?"

"I do believe then, that we will make this one of the most rapid conferences on record. You had nothing you needed to discuss?"

"Not that I can think of. Do you?"

"None at all. However, I do need to see to excusing Suzushiro-san and Kikukawa-san from class today, so if we could agree that we are done here…?"

"Of course, I wouldn't want to keep you from your important personal business, after all."

"Thank you, Kanzaki-san. Until the afternoon then?"

"Certainly. Good day, Shizuru-san."

"Good day, Kanzaki-san." My "personal" business? Well, it's good to see that he's as sharp as ever. In fact, he may even add to the fun… what may he be planning to do to help out our Suzushiro-san when she returns? Kanzaki-san always did like to play the gentleman.

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"Harada Chie?"

"Present." Chie sat down and looked back towards Mai in front of her.

"So do you know anything about Yukino-chan? Now she's not even in class."

"Mai-kun, I--" Chie was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of a young male with sunglasses and a crisp white uniform, mark of the lackeys of the Suzushiro Executive Team.

"My apologies for the intrusion, but I have been sent to inform you that student Kikukawa Yukino will not be attending class today nor tomorrow. The reason is an official matter relating to the administration of the academy, so kindly count her absence as excused." The student about-faced and strode officiously out the door.

"Well… that was nice of them. Tokiha Mai?" The professor continued. There was a silent pause. "Tokiha Mai?" The professor repeated, looking rather pointedly at the girl in question. Chie nudged her sharply. Mai broke from her contemplation of that newest bit of news, and saw everybody was now staring at her. She looked about for the source of it, and noticed the instructor doing the same.

"Oh! Present!" Mai almost shouted, putting two and two together.

"We can talk after classes, Mai, how about lunch at your place?" Chie said in a low tone Mai merely nodded in return, still beet red with her face buried in her text.

Later, on that very occasion, Mai found herself slipping down to the table tensed with anticipation. The clock seemed to have not moved an inch as she laid out the dishes she had prepared, beating back an anxious Mikoto (who had yet to understand the etiquette in waiting for guests). She didn't have to wait long, two of her best friends soon letting themselves in with easy familiarity, Harada Chie and Senou Aoi. They both rushed over and sat in front of the table.

"Well?" Mai asked eagerly, fingers grasping handfuls of her apron. Chie took a deep breath and picked up her pair of chopsticks, tapping them on the tabletop with an expression of deep concern upon her face. Finally she exhaled, put a few things on her plate, and started eating.

"Mmm… delicious, Mai-kun! You have nothing to worry about!"

"What!? Not the food! Chie, you said you kne--" Chie's sudden laughter tore through the serious facade she had brought in with her. Mai's face didn't help matters as several conflicting emotions played across it, finally resting on mild aggravation. Taking a hint from the Look that Mai directed at her, Chie brought herself under control.

"Yes, yes, I have news. But, Aoi and I have been thinking… don't you think a trade would be in order, Mai-kun?"

"Oh indeed, Mai-san. Everything should done with consideration towards fairness, you know." Aoi took her cue to join in. Mai looked from one to the other, both quite unsubtly trying to give the impression that they had only just thought of this.

"What do you mean, a 'trade'? What could I possibly know that you don't already?" Mai asked pointedly. Chie and Aoi exchanged glances and grins before collectively turning back toward their host. Mai grew apprehensive of the mischievous glint in the four eyes facing her.

"Now wait, what are you… no, you couldn't mean…"

"Oh but we do, Mai-san! So tell us, just what's been going on with Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Or is it Sideburns you've set your eyes on , hmmm?"

"Oh please, Chie, if you really want to know you already do." Mai pouted, but Chie merely shrugged in return.

"Yeah, but there's nothing like a first-hand account. Isn't that right, Aoi?"

"Surely. You see, Mai-san, you would actually be helping yourself if you would just tell us. You wouldn't want us to think innapropriate things about you from rumors, or those photos we were able to ta… eh? What's wrong, Chie? Oh! Oh, I mean, think wrong things from the rumors we hear, because that's the only way we can know anything."

"Eh!? What pictures!?" Mai's eyes darted instinctively to Chie's pocket, where the outline of her phone was clearly visible.

"Now Mai-kun, don't--" Too late, Mai jumped up and circled the table, grappling with Chie for posession of the device.

"You… can't just… go… spying on people… like that…" Mai managed between bursts of effort. Aoi, looking supremely unconcerned in the midst of all this, had struck up a conversation with Mikoto.

"No, they're fine Mikoto, they're just playing. Do you think can I ask you a question?" Mikoto had looked distressed at the sight of two of her friends seemingly fighting, but if they were only playing… she nodded happily with her mouth full.

"Have you had Reito-san or Tate-san pay any visits lately, Mikoto-chan?"

"Mikoto, d'--" Chie instantly switched from defender to agressor and clapped her hand over Mai's mouth allowing the innocent junior to answer.

"Yup, Ani-ue came a couple days ago. I was happy to see him, but then he took Mai and they didn't let me come with them." Mikoto pouted a little at this.

"Oh-ho! Aiming high then, are we, Mai-kun?" Chie now removed her hand, and Mai could only sit there looking embarrassed.

"No, it's not like that! He just took me out for some lunch, and… hey, wait, you already know what happened! Gimme that phone, Chie!"

"There's nothing on the phone, Mai-san, but that was a good way to let Aoi talk to Mikoto-chan, wasn't it?" At the mention of her little roommate, Mai looked as though she might have something to say to her. But one look at Mikoto's face, still pouting and despondent over the memory of being left alone that afternoon, was enough to defuse that thought.

"Now, give us the details…"

"He just took me out to lunch, nothing more! I really don't want to have to choose between them, but I can't very well turn down an invitation to lunch for no reason, can I? Now would you please just tell me what you could figure out about Yukino-chan, you know that I'm worried about her!" Chie sighed, knowing she couldn't in good conscience deny her friend that.

"Honestly, Mai-kun, we don't know exactly what's up. All Aoi and I were able to find out was that they spent almost all day inside on Saturday, except when Suzushiro-san went to get some food like you said. They were gone the next morning, and one guy we talked to said he saw them leaving campus with a single pack each. We just heard they were off on some school trip or another, and there's nothing unusual about that so you might as well not worry."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mai, please don't worry." Aoi answered, doing her best to reassure their somewhat motherly friend. "There might have been some odd things going on before they left, but it was probably just a coincidence, nothing to be bothered about."

"Okay, if you say… Hmm? What is it, Mikoto?" The lean youth had begun ardently tugging on Mai's sleeve?

"What is Mai talking about, Yukino's gone? Should we go look for her?"

"Ah, no, Mikoto. Looks like she just went on a trip. We'll probably see her tomorrow, I was just getting a little worried."

"Mai was troubled? Mmm… was Haruka with her?"

"Heh? Well, er, yes. Looks like they went on a trip together."

"Oh, then they're both okay then. Things are always okay when you can be with somebody you love, like when I'm with you! Yup." Mai smiled at the statement, by now used to Mikoto's penchant to speak with such frankness.

Chie smiled as well, Mai-kun thinks all she has to worry about is Tate and Reito. She exchanged glances with Aoi, and both the roguish grin and cheery smile echoed the thought. The matter of little Mikoto was one for another day, however.

"So, Mai-kun, much as I hate to just leave so suddenly, Aoi and I had some other things we needed to go do today…"

"No, don't worry about it, and thank you both. I feel much better now." The pair rose from the floor and said their farewells. Outside of the room, Aoi turned to Chie with a mock serious face.

"Step one, set Mai's mind at rest: accomplished."

"Step two, dig up the real dirt: commence."

"Right, but… you think maybe we should have stayed with Mai a little longer instead of rushing off like that? I hope she wasn't too concerned still."

"Nah." Chie smiled at the cute little worried pout to Aoi's mouth, "She looked find. Besides, things are aways okay when you can be with somebody you love', right? I'm sure Mikoto will keep her occupied." They both burst out with repressed mirth at that.

"Ha-ha, oh, Mikoto is going to make life very interesting for Mai later, isn't she? I give it less than a year." They both paused in their gaiety at that, taking an obligatory moment to consider the deeper implications of such a refinement of little Mikoto's affections.

"Maybe Fujino could give her some pointers? I always had my suspicions about Kuga, but I don't think anybody but our President could have pulled off that hook-up."

"Probably not. Sometimes I think about how lucky we were, Chie. Didn't have any of that messy mucking about with girls who wanted to think they were straighter than Tokyo tower."

"Only sometimes? I think I'm the luckiest one in the world every moment, Aoi." Chie pulled the other girl in at that, placing an arm round her waist, and smiled as she confirmed that she could still make Aoi blush when she wanted to.

"Although I can be especially grateful that we didn't have to deal with some of what they did. Director Suzushiro's absurdity, for example."

"Oh goodness no! Though once again it looked like that backfired more on her than anything. I don't know if she's changed her own mind at all about their relationship, but I don't think Suzushiro would do anything like that again."

"Good thing for Mikoto, even if she probably didn't have much to fear from the director anyway. Of course, depending on how she acts, Suzushiro might still have to call her on promiscuity." They shared another laugh as they walked down the hall hip to hip, thinking of the younger girl's unbridled antics.

"Yeah… oh, and what if… oh….hee-hee-ha-ha…" Aoi couldn't even finish her sentence for giggling. Chie raised an eyebrow at her friend and waited for her to catch her breath.

"Oh my, sorry. But remember why Mikoto-chan said that a moment ago? To say that Yukino and the director would be okay together, because…" Chie enjoyed a chuckle at that thought as well.

"'Things are always okay when you can be with somebody you love'. Mikoto really does need to learn to choose her words, eh? Ah, but that works fine for now. I suppose she's right, too, can you imagine anything happening to Yukino-chan with Suzushiro there?"

"Well if it were like Mikoto means about Mai, I can imagine plenty of things that could happen to Yukino-chan because Suzushiro was there."

"Nah, with how docile she is in public, you know it would be Yukino tackling the director at every opportunity when they got alone." They walked for a bit longer, going nowhere in particular, when Aoi spoke seriously once more.

"I don't know, Chie, this whole thing with Yukino-chan still seems fishy to me. Suzushiro is never the one to leave the academy for school things. Kanzaki is usually pretty quick to jump at a chance to use his office to get away. Failing at that, Fujino goes… Suzushiro would not be the first choice to go as a school representative, either."

"Yeah, I know, and there's all the strange stuff from before they left. First there was Suzushiro's search for Yukino and Mai's strange phone call from Fujino, then there was the executive duo turning into hermits for an evening, then they just pack up and leave from the academy, with only some vague "school trip" excuse?"

"And then not a soul knows anything besides that, unless you want to believe those stories about Fujino bankrupting Suzushiro's family, or hiring somebody to 'take care of her', in response to Suzushiro's assorted criticisms."

"No, let's stick to the facts in this case. Normally I'm just as like to have fun with a rumor as anybody, but not those." Besides, Chie thought, what would Fujino have to be upset about? She always comes out on top of the other girl anyway.

Perhaps because of what else they had been speaking of, Chie's roving mind fixated on that one particular example of that. She remembered easily the big fuss Suzushiro had made just a few short weeks ago, that first day when Fujino decided to arrive for a council conference with Kuga. Rather pointedly with Kuga. What started as a normal rant about formality and responsibility, that day, became a touch more personal when several comments regarding who she was with and why were aired. Chie had been present for that spectacle herself, and it certainly hadn't done anything to improve her opinion of the executive director.

She roamed over the memory of that scene. She saw what she had recalled this image for, Fujino's calm and collected visage in the face of her.. plaything. Though ostensibly between the Executive Director and President, there were two other people there who likely could have had something to say. Kuga was restrained, of course, by Fujino's inability to be ruffled by the patented Suzushiro tongue-lashing. Yukino, however… Chie smiled inwardly. That girl always was quiet, and for most of the commotion she'd patiently held her apologetic, "getting ready to clean up after Suzushiro" expression on. Near the end, though, right about when Suzushiro had gone a little too far, Yukino had begun looking especially upset and downtrodden. Poor girl. Sure, Suzushiro looks to be a fiercely protective friend in some ways, but in others she really needs to take a closer look at things… well, closer to her. Good to know that girl has good head on her shoulders at least.

"Say, Chie." Aoi paused when she realized that Chie was off in her own world, and nudged to bring her back. "Chie, I was just thinking…. remember that mess a few weeks back with Kuga joining the council meetings?"

"Yes, actually, I was just thinking about that very thing."

"About that… we saw perfectly clearly Suzushiro's opinions then, but what about Yukino-chan? She didn't quite look like she shared Suzushiro-san's harsh appraisal."

"Sure didn't, looked pretty torn over the whole thing. It's never fun to see your friend make an absolute ass of herself."

"I dunno, Chie, she looked really broken up then, didn't she? You think it might have been more than disagreeing with Suzushiro? Perhaps she was really, really in support of Fujino-san."

"You mean, she had a very good reason to look so downtrodden?" Chie considered it. "Wouldn't that be something? Something pretty hard to swallow, though. How could she even think about going out and finding herself a nice girl when she's friends with Suzushiro?" Aoi bit her lip in response.

"That'd be awful." Suddenly, Aoi's face lit up, "Hey, we were joking before, about Mikoto seeking out Fujino-san for tips, but… if Yukino--"

"The phone call, it helped Yukino avoid Suzushiro for a bit, didn't it? Suzushiro goes on a little rampage looking for Yukino, who was supposed to have gotten sick and left a meeting early. The evidence shows that was a lie."

"And if Fujino-san knew when to call, she must have known pretty close to when Yukino would be arriving back at her dorm room. She couldn't have known that if Yukino just ran out, and we already know Yukino was not 'sick', so…"

"So for Fujino to know those things, she must have talked to Yukino more sometime after. And what would be so important for them to talk about that they would keep it from Suzushiro with a big cover-up?"

"Either Fujino-san has a bit of a roving eye-"

"Chie!"

"-or Yukino got some advice. Seems like Fujino-san would appreciate that kind of difficulty. So… she takes some council trip, stops Reito from going somehow, and makes the other two go. Why? She think it's going to be easier for Yukino to say anything with them together twenty-four hours a day?" They both lapsed into silence, stuck for that one. Sure, it was a possibility, but it seemed as though Fujino-san could come up with much better. Aoi was the first to speak up.

"As long as we're keeping this entirely theoretical anyway, let's think about Yukino again. She's troubled, not only because Suzushiro made a fool of herself, but because the director's words cut personally into her. Suzushiro is going to be gone soon, though, off to Fukka University. It's not like Yukino has to be worried about her friend's reaction forever."

"Yeah, but it's also not like Yukino would be comfortable with keeping secrets, especially not from her closest friend."

"But to go through all of this trouble? Would telling Suzushiro asap really be that important to her? It's not like there's a time limit."

"Blast, no matter how far we're reaching here, it's still not quite far enough. Everything here could technically be an explanation, but it doesn't feel right. Maybe we're overestimating Fujino-san, maybe she did pull of some stupid unrealistic plan. No time limit? Hell, we haven't said anything too morbid yet, maybe Yukino has a terminal illness and she's trying to clear her conscience. There, problem solved." Chie was getting frustrated. Aoi, however, had an epiphany.

"That's it! What if Yukino is ill, and does have a time limit?"

"C'mon, don't joke like that Aoi, it's not funny."

"No, her illness would be a bad case of heartsick. And her time limit would be until Suzushiro goes off to the university…" She trailed off and watched Chie's eyes light up.

"You mean… Fujino sent them away so Yukino could confess that she liked one particular girl, who she's known for quite some time. Jeez, though, does Fujino know something we don't? 'Cuz if not, it looks like Yukino is in for a crushing there." Everything seemed to be fitting so much better, as if she'd stopped trying to force a puzzle piece, and found the similar one that fit smoothly.

"Chie, if any of this is even close to being right, there aren't many people we could talk to in order to find out for sure. Only Yukino and Fujino. One's gone, the other… you ever tried pinning down the President for answers?"

"We'll have to find out for ourselves then. We'll keep an eye on the returning executives and the President tomorrow. For now, we still have some things we can do."

"Right, we could check the nurse's office for Yukino's visit, and look into the official school business record for this 'school trip', and--"

"Not what I meant, Aoi." Chie whispered into Aoi's ear. Chie placed a hand on the other girl's waist and started leading them decisively towards her dormitory room, which just so happened to be in an entirely other direction than the nurse's office.

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"So, Shizuru, they're gonna be back tomorrow?" Midnight-hued hair fanned out in a shimmering wave following the girl who ungraciously flopped down on a couch inside the room she shared with the student council president, and then lay down. It had been a long day. Fortunately enough, Shizuru's worst fears of spreading rumors had not come to pass. Everybody had seemed to easily accept the suitably vague "school business" excuse offered by the Executives sent to the pair's respective classes. Now they had only to await the Director and her partner's return.

"Yes, Natsuki, tomorrow." Shizuru sat herself down with a good deal more grace in the middle seat of the couch, but even her poise could not last out of the public eye, alone with her one and only. Shizuru sprawled out as well, resting her cheek on Natsuki's shoulder, and resting her eyes as well. It had been a long day, but it was finally coming to a close. Nothing that she knew was worrying her, exactly, it was more what she did not know that was causing her such unusual concern.

"You have any idea what to expect? I noticed that you haven't tried to contact Yukino since before."

"No, no idea at all. I believe that anything that could be done now has to be done by Kikukawa-san herself, I would merely be the proverbial fifth wheel."

"Well, this is your idea, so they'll probably fall out of the Taxi and start making out on the sidewalk. You know, provided they haven't already exhausted themselves on the ride over."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Natsuki, but that sounds as though it would be uncomfortable for them. I would not like them to get hurt." With that, a fun little thought shone in emerald eyes.

"Nah, it's not too bad, see-" Natsuki grabbed Shizuru's shoulders, swung a leg over, and pulled them both off the furniture, cushioning Shizuru's fall with her body.

"If they just make sure to land on Suzushiro's head, they'll be fine." Natsuki finished with a lopsided grin, looking up at her partner who managed a light ringing laugh.

"I suppose you are right, my smart little Natsuki. Why don't we simulate the rest of that encounter, though, just to be sure?"

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Such thoughts were perhaps the last thing in Yukino's mind as she walked with Haruka back towards their room after what was to be their final day out in Osaka. Just as she had yesterday, she felt that pleasant mixture of exhilaration and exhaustion from seeing and doing new things. Just as yesterday, she felt happy for her time spent with Haruka-chan. Unlike yesterday, there was something making her footsteps drag slightly, something putting distant look eyes that kept flitting over to her partner. Almost like a clock ticking in the back of her mind, she knew that this was close to her last chance, and she still had not "made her move". Does it really matter, I mean, it's not like this is the only time I could ever… Perhaps not, but Yukino thought that there would probably be no better opportunity. Haruka had not given a visible thought for work nor Shizuru all day, and she had been so attentive and considerate. And then there was the morning… so why was it still so hard to just say it?

Yukino watched Haruka walk into their room and fall down onto a chair, stretching out and smiling in a manner that still seemed unusual for her. Her eyes sparkled with a satisfied joy, and were softly relaxed as they had not been for seeming ages.

"Whew. Well, Yukino, you think we enjoyed our importer vacation well enough?"

"'Impromptu', Haruka-chan."

"What did I say?"

"Never mind," Yukino felt a small smile grow on her lips, despite everything running through her mind, "Yes, I had a very good time, thank you for bring--"

"Nah, thank you. You managed to turn a Fujino screw-up into something enjoyable. I would have been bored out of my mind here alone; as it is, I don't think I'll strangle Fujino when we get back… too much." Haruka gulped her apprehension away as she said this. Yukino might never know, but it had taken a good deal of courage for Haruka to say that aloud. One didn't drop an profoundly independent front like hers at the drop of a hat.

"Now then, we have another long day ahead of us tomorrow, we should be rested for our return. The Executives must appear capable and alert to the other students at all times…"

"…To make them feel secure and deter them from wrongdoing and immoral acts." Yukino finished with a smile; she knew all of Haruka's mini-speeches by heart. Haruka smiled as well.

"Okay, as long as we're on the same page, let's get some sleep." They changed quickly into their pajamas, and sat down on the bed. After a few short moments of averted eyes and general discomfort, they silently agreed that they really did not need to try for any distance, especially not if it were as futile as the morning had shown. Or rather, that was what Haruka tried to think, Yukino was fully occupied with trying not to look altogether too pleased with the arrangements. They lay side by side, and let out a simultaneous yawn. Yukino closed her eyes, and despite fearing that she might lay awake for hours burdened with her thoughts, fell asleep almost instantly. Haruka, however, lay awake much longer, though she could not say why. She was tired, and knew she needed to get her rest, but felt as though she had forgotten something. She felt as though something were unresolved, something she should have done…

Suddenly, Yukino shifted, and her head came to rest lightly on Haruka's shoulder. Haruka felt a slight flutter run through her stomach, and a shiver crawl down her spine… Yukino's hair must have given me a slight tickle. Unconsciously, Haruka leaned her head over to rest on top of her friend's, and she tried to remember what she had been thinking of. Oh, yes, I need to get some sleep. Haruka let go her conscious with the ease of absolute comfort, not even a thought to her feelings of irresolution a moment ago.