Why I'm Not Where You Are [Gokusen, girl!au]
title: Why I'm Not Where You Are
fandom: Gokusen
wordcount: 429
prompt: vacivity and I wrote a JDramas fanfic wishlist between us. And I decided to try my hand at something from it!: I still want 3D as girls fic. With lots of nice lovely femslash moments. :D. 31_days, 4 November 2005.
notes: This is set in an Alternate Universe - Class 3D are all GIRLS. That means genderswitched. But this is gen right now ;D
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Why I'm not where you are
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Noda carries around a lot of fashion magazines. And while it would be right to assume this is because she is considering a future career in fashion design, it also wouldn't be the only reason she does so.
Sawada frequently catches Noda staring at the model pages. With eyes glancing too far down the page to be admiring anything but the long legs. Except perhaps for the socks the girls are wearing.
...Sawada has her doubts.
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"Hey Noda, are you coming?"
"In a bit; I'll catch up with you."
Sawada watches Uchi, Kuma and Minami shrug an acceptance and walk away, too busy rushing to the gate to watch the boys get out of school to worry about why Noda would voluntarily stay in class longer than necessary.
Sawada considers the direct approach, just walking up and asking Noda what's going on - which sometimes works, and sometimes gets a short sharp response, but before she can, Noda is out of her line of sight.
"Yankumi," she says hesitantly, "can we talk?"
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"Yankumi?" Uchi stutters in disbelief. "What advice could you possibly want from Yankumi?"
"Well, she's pretty cool-" Noda begins, and meets a wall of skeptical faces. "Not like that!"
"Like what, then?" Sawada asks, picking at her fingernails with the same level of disgust.
"Like... Open-minded." Noda says finally.
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"If I ask you something, you'll tell me the truth, right?" Sawada asks. She feels Yankumi's eyes on her, taking in everything - the arms folded across the chest protectively, the foot angled out where she stands.
"Depends what you're asking," Yankumi replies, shuffling the papers on her desk so hard that they start to concertina at the edges. Whenever Yankumi tries to stay cool Sawada becomes certain of the enormity of what she is hiding.
"I think you already know," Sawada replies firmly, but quietly. Yankumi meets her glare, opens her mouth, closes it again. Her lips twist themselves into a mini knot, and she takes a deep breath before replying with finality.
"It's not for me to tell."
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"So, you like Fujiyama-sensei," Sawada says as she slides into her chair. Noda nearly falls out of hers.
"What? What do you mean?"
Sawada snorts.
"Do you really want me to explain myself further?" She eyes the door, and Noda glances round to see the other girls waltzing in.
"...About Shizuka-chan. They wouldn't understand," Noda hisses, turning her back on Sawada and smiling as widely as she can for the benefit of the others.
"Wait," Sawada hisses back, leaning over the desk to poke Noda in the shoulder, "what makes you think I do?"
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fandom: Gokusen
wordcount: 429
prompt: vacivity and I wrote a JDramas fanfic wishlist between us. And I decided to try my hand at something from it!: I still want 3D as girls fic. With lots of nice lovely femslash moments. :D. 31_days, 4 November 2005.
notes: This is set in an Alternate Universe - Class 3D are all GIRLS. That means genderswitched. But this is gen right now ;D
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Why I'm not where you are
-
Noda carries around a lot of fashion magazines. And while it would be right to assume this is because she is considering a future career in fashion design, it also wouldn't be the only reason she does so.
Sawada frequently catches Noda staring at the model pages. With eyes glancing too far down the page to be admiring anything but the long legs. Except perhaps for the socks the girls are wearing.
...Sawada has her doubts.
-
"Hey Noda, are you coming?"
"In a bit; I'll catch up with you."
Sawada watches Uchi, Kuma and Minami shrug an acceptance and walk away, too busy rushing to the gate to watch the boys get out of school to worry about why Noda would voluntarily stay in class longer than necessary.
Sawada considers the direct approach, just walking up and asking Noda what's going on - which sometimes works, and sometimes gets a short sharp response, but before she can, Noda is out of her line of sight.
"Yankumi," she says hesitantly, "can we talk?"
-
"Yankumi?" Uchi stutters in disbelief. "What advice could you possibly want from Yankumi?"
"Well, she's pretty cool-" Noda begins, and meets a wall of skeptical faces. "Not like that!"
"Like what, then?" Sawada asks, picking at her fingernails with the same level of disgust.
"Like... Open-minded." Noda says finally.
-
"If I ask you something, you'll tell me the truth, right?" Sawada asks. She feels Yankumi's eyes on her, taking in everything - the arms folded across the chest protectively, the foot angled out where she stands.
"Depends what you're asking," Yankumi replies, shuffling the papers on her desk so hard that they start to concertina at the edges. Whenever Yankumi tries to stay cool Sawada becomes certain of the enormity of what she is hiding.
"I think you already know," Sawada replies firmly, but quietly. Yankumi meets her glare, opens her mouth, closes it again. Her lips twist themselves into a mini knot, and she takes a deep breath before replying with finality.
"It's not for me to tell."
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"So, you like Fujiyama-sensei," Sawada says as she slides into her chair. Noda nearly falls out of hers.
"What? What do you mean?"
Sawada snorts.
"Do you really want me to explain myself further?" She eyes the door, and Noda glances round to see the other girls waltzing in.
"...About Shizuka-chan. They wouldn't understand," Noda hisses, turning her back on Sawada and smiling as widely as she can for the benefit of the others.
"Wait," Sawada hisses back, leaning over the desk to poke Noda in the shoulder, "what makes you think I do?"
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