Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Here's a short preview of my still-unfinished Strawberry Panic one-shot.
The silver waves in front of her were utterly captivating, and young Rokujou Miyuki stared, wide-eyed, at the perfection that rose out of those shimmering silver curtains like a goddess out of the sea. Unknowingly, she flushed, uncertain of what she was going to say at that point in time. 'This is going to be my roommate?' she thought, peeking nervously up through her bangs to study that portrait of grace before her, awed by the promise of great beauty written within those innocent features.
Her soon-to-be roommate smiled at her, and it was then that the pooling sunlight from the window paled in comparison to that simple gesture. Flushing even more deeply, she looked quickly away, finding the minute stitches that made up the carpet beneath her feet utterly captivating.
The angel before her spoke then, and she could actually feel the smile through the words. "Hello, my name is Hanazono Shizuma, and it's nice to meet you."
She knew she was supposed to speak then, but words failed her. Her numbed mind struggled fervently to wrestle a coherent response to the simple introduction, but all she could managed was a few half-strangled squeaks that emerged from her throat. Blushing deeply in embarrassment, she shrank deeper into herself, wishing then that the delicate stitching on the carpet would just absorb her into the finely woven tapestry, the better to hide her from that unbearable scrutiny from the child-goddess before her.
Never breaking that tiny half smile on her face, Shizuma prompted her shy roommate quietly. "Your name is...?"
Startled into a conditioned response, as should have been expected from a well bred girl from a respectable family, Miyuki blurted out her response.
"Ro-Rokujou Miyuki desu!"
As if all her senses were on high alert, she could actually feel Shizuma's smile grow just a tiny bit wider. Uncertainly, she looked up, steeling herself as best as she could against the expected charisma practically flowing in undulating waves from her fellow first year student. 'How does she do this?' Miyuki wondered.
"Well, I'm happy that I got you as my roommate Rokujou-san. You seem like a nice person." Shizuma paused, as if thinking something over. Miyuki idly wondered what it could be as she fingered the hem of her uniform nervously, unsure of exactly what to say in such a situation. She mentally berated herself for such cowardly indecision. Was she not a scion of the proud Rokujou family? She was raised to be better than a shy, timid little girl. She was supposed to be like...this little image of perfection standing before her. She was still in the midst of administering a stern lecture to herself when Shizuma spoke again.
"Since we're going to be roommates, why not we drop the formalities? Do you mind if I call you Miyuki?" There it was again, that calming, melodic voice. Miyuki blinked, her little reverie interrupted.
"Anou..." She quickly replayed Shizuma's words in her head. "Of course...it's not a problem, Hanazono-san."
"Shizuma." Miyuki stared straight at the silver haired girl for the first time, uncomprehending. Shizuma smiled benignly. "Please call me Shizuma, Miyuki-san."
"Oh...right...then...umm...Shizuma-san?" Miyuki repeated that name carefully, as if it were a precious piece of dessert to be savored, or something akin to what clear, spring water was to a man dying of thirst in a desert. Shizuma smiled wider, an honest, heartfelt smile that Miyuki felt obliged to return with one as sincere as given to her.
And then Shizuma took her hand, and thus began their journey together as friends and roommates at St. Miatre Girls' Academy.
Yes, I know. I KNOW. Rokujou-sama sure isn't acting like her tough, capable self here. Hello, they're only 10 at this point in time, and if the flashback in ep 9 is any indication, little Miyuki isn't exactly the epitome of strength and self-control at that point in time. Oh my gosh, I had so much fun writing from chibi Miyuki's point of view. The kind of hero-worship that Miyuki seems to have for Shizuma here is just my idea of how they first met. XD
Just picturing that scene above makes me go "kawaii!" because I just adore chibi Miyuki and Shizuma. Weeehee. Now to get to the part where Miyuki is crying in the hallways. ^__^
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The silver waves in front of her were utterly captivating, and young Rokujou Miyuki stared, wide-eyed, at the perfection that rose out of those shimmering silver curtains like a goddess out of the sea. Unknowingly, she flushed, uncertain of what she was going to say at that point in time. 'This is going to be my roommate?' she thought, peeking nervously up through her bangs to study that portrait of grace before her, awed by the promise of great beauty written within those innocent features.
Her soon-to-be roommate smiled at her, and it was then that the pooling sunlight from the window paled in comparison to that simple gesture. Flushing even more deeply, she looked quickly away, finding the minute stitches that made up the carpet beneath her feet utterly captivating.
The angel before her spoke then, and she could actually feel the smile through the words. "Hello, my name is Hanazono Shizuma, and it's nice to meet you."
She knew she was supposed to speak then, but words failed her. Her numbed mind struggled fervently to wrestle a coherent response to the simple introduction, but all she could managed was a few half-strangled squeaks that emerged from her throat. Blushing deeply in embarrassment, she shrank deeper into herself, wishing then that the delicate stitching on the carpet would just absorb her into the finely woven tapestry, the better to hide her from that unbearable scrutiny from the child-goddess before her.
Never breaking that tiny half smile on her face, Shizuma prompted her shy roommate quietly. "Your name is...?"
Startled into a conditioned response, as should have been expected from a well bred girl from a respectable family, Miyuki blurted out her response.
"Ro-Rokujou Miyuki desu!"
As if all her senses were on high alert, she could actually feel Shizuma's smile grow just a tiny bit wider. Uncertainly, she looked up, steeling herself as best as she could against the expected charisma practically flowing in undulating waves from her fellow first year student. 'How does she do this?' Miyuki wondered.
"Well, I'm happy that I got you as my roommate Rokujou-san. You seem like a nice person." Shizuma paused, as if thinking something over. Miyuki idly wondered what it could be as she fingered the hem of her uniform nervously, unsure of exactly what to say in such a situation. She mentally berated herself for such cowardly indecision. Was she not a scion of the proud Rokujou family? She was raised to be better than a shy, timid little girl. She was supposed to be like...this little image of perfection standing before her. She was still in the midst of administering a stern lecture to herself when Shizuma spoke again.
"Since we're going to be roommates, why not we drop the formalities? Do you mind if I call you Miyuki?" There it was again, that calming, melodic voice. Miyuki blinked, her little reverie interrupted.
"Anou..." She quickly replayed Shizuma's words in her head. "Of course...it's not a problem, Hanazono-san."
"Shizuma." Miyuki stared straight at the silver haired girl for the first time, uncomprehending. Shizuma smiled benignly. "Please call me Shizuma, Miyuki-san."
"Oh...right...then...umm...Shizuma-san?" Miyuki repeated that name carefully, as if it were a precious piece of dessert to be savored, or something akin to what clear, spring water was to a man dying of thirst in a desert. Shizuma smiled wider, an honest, heartfelt smile that Miyuki felt obliged to return with one as sincere as given to her.
And then Shizuma took her hand, and thus began their journey together as friends and roommates at St. Miatre Girls' Academy.
Yes, I know. I KNOW. Rokujou-sama sure isn't acting like her tough, capable self here. Hello, they're only 10 at this point in time, and if the flashback in ep 9 is any indication, little Miyuki isn't exactly the epitome of strength and self-control at that point in time. Oh my gosh, I had so much fun writing from chibi Miyuki's point of view. The kind of hero-worship that Miyuki seems to have for Shizuma here is just my idea of how they first met. XD
Just picturing that scene above makes me go "kawaii!" because I just adore chibi Miyuki and Shizuma. Weeehee. Now to get to the part where Miyuki is crying in the hallways. ^__^
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