IU2
And so it continues. Wrote this in less than an hour. Spawn of fireclaw not thinking. Idea has been floating around for a while. Didn't turn out as expected, but can't complain. It's silly and meant to be silly. So, yay, silly! ~falls asleep on desk~ Have to stop writing and funky hours. Nothing good comes out of it.
Hmm next one is probably be with SECRET HIMITSU NINJA DESU! So I can move away from the Student Council people for now.
And on a somewhat-but-not-really-random-note I hate writing plays. Pure dialogue pwns me. I got two days to pull something really good out of my dead brain. Best of luckies, fireclaw.
Title: Girl in the Beige School Uniform (part 2 of the In Uniform series.)
Fandom: Mai-HiME
Rating: PG-13 (implied stuff but nothing really)
Word Count: 804
Characters: Shizuru, Natsuki (tis the Shiznats foshizzle!) @__@
Genre: General/Romance
Summary: Reason why one chooses to wear a high school uniform even after she's graduated (in private, of course).
A/N: As a certain awesome person noted, this little vignette thing is totally inspired by a certain scene in Tours #9 which was translated by the much awesome ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
apollyon_0.
For some reason—no, that isn’t quite true, there was certainly a reason and it’s a good one—even though you have graduated two years ago, you’re putting on your high school uniform on again.
Now stripped bare of any previous outer clothing, you begin to slide the white blouse on, one arm at a time. The motion is so familiar, practiced, that there are no movements wasted. As soon as it’s on, you instinctively move your hands to the top and, one-by-one, slowly button the shirt. This whole thing, putting on your old uniform, is meditative. Part of the daily ritual. You wake up, brush your teeth, wash your face, and put on your uniform. Now that you’re out of high school, you can only look back with fond memories. You somewhat miss it; that’s the truth. If you ever voiced out your nostalgia (which you sometimes did) you would (and have) gotten scolded for it.
Finishing with the buttons, your hand reaches up once more to pull the majority of your hair from under the shirt and then straighten the collar. With that finished, you slide on your dark colored skirt, zip it, and button that as well. You give an experimental tug on the skirt to make sure it is tight as well as in place before straightening it a little.
Next is your jacket. Like your white blouse, you slide it effortlessly on and begin to button it with quick efficiency. It is beige colored; it singles you out from the floods of orange. The jacket denotes your importance to the school. You are (were, actually) the President of the ever-elusive Fuuka Gakuen. Even respected businessmen acknowledge the power of your rank. You more or less ran the school, seeing how most of the background players had been more concerned with other matters.
You have to sigh at that thought as you carefully tie the red ribbon around your neck. You honestly believed the position was quite troublesome. Even so, it was worth it. The memory still burns fresh in your mind of the moment when she first laid eyes on all the information on your laptop. That brilliant smile, her sparkling green eyes—those were more than worth abiding the tedious nature of school presidency. At least, that was what you used to tell yourself when forced to listen to a certain hysterical woman rant for hours.
At last, all that remains are your socks. Sitting down on your bed, you slowly pull them up. First the right leg, then the left. Finishing, you stand up and inspect yourself critically in the mirror, making last minute adjustments. Things like straightening the lapels of your jacket, tightening your tie, and fluffing your bangs. All-in-all you look good. Once more, you’re transformed into the girl in the beige uniform you once were.
Of course, it wasn’t exactly perfect. You’ve grown a little bit since then. The jacket is tighter and slightly shorter now, the skirt is less billowy. It was all the naginata practice you’ve been doing recently—it’s all muscle…at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.
…Anyway, you are presentable now. With one final look in the mirror, you turn around to face the other similarly dressed occupant in the room.
Natsuki chuckles.
“Took you long enough.”
“But I couldn’t help reminiscing. So many fond memories. It has been a while since last worn it.”
“Old woman.”
“That makes two of us, Miss Recently Graduated.”
“…”
You just couldn’t leave it there. So you just have to poke at that open wound, especially since she’s wearing that cute pout of hers. Sitting down on the bed, you reach over to poke her expanded cheeks. Some things never changed.
“Besides, were you not the one who suggested this? And you call me the ‘lecherous old man.’”
You let out a giggle when you were flipped onto your back and silenced with a forceful kiss.
“I guess that makes two of us.”
You look up into those brilliant green eyes and smile coyly.
“So why are we doing this?” Not that you minded. At all.
“To. Make. Up. For all. Thelosttime!” She managed to gasp out between fervent kisses.
“When we could be doing this?”
There isn’t a reply. Not that you needed one. Her mouth could be doing better things. Like what she is doing now.
Despite all the painstaking effort invested in putting on your uniform, it is shed at amazing speed. Again, not that you minded. At all. Besides, you’re doing the same to hers. Perhaps the next time would be better when you’re able to keep it on for longer to enjoy the experience more but…
Uniforms are great!
That was one of the last coherent thoughts you think for a long while.
Of course, Natsuki concurs too.
