Admin Building; Himawari, Yuuko
Who: Himawari and Yuuko ♥
When: After the swimming class announcement
Where: Yuuko's office in the Admin Building
What: Himawari has some reservations about swimming classes. Yuuko has a solution . . . for a small price~
Rating: PG-13. It's Yuuko. XD
Flying up the stairs to the Administrative building's very top floor, Himawari's hand brushed the railing as she took the steps two at a time, chewing her lip nervously. She had just read the announcement. Swimming? What on earth? A couple years previously, Himawari had enjoyed swimming, splashing about. But that required a bathing suit. Which was generally not good for her any longer. She reached the landing, and immediately started down the hall. When she reached the Headmisstress' door, she paused, lifting her hand. Biting her lip even harder, she closed her eyes and knocked on the door.
There was barely a moment before the Japanese-style shoji door slid open with a soft hiss. A pair of familiar young faces under mops of blue and pink hair peered up at Himawari before smiling and leading her into the room by the hands. The office was decidedly opulent for something that was only supposed to be used for paperwork and administrative business; a lounge couch upholstered in deep purple reclined behind a low, black-laquered desk, the carpet was lush, and there were throw pillows scattered about everywhere. There was paperwork on the desk, but it was scattered underneath the remains of a meal and a squat hookah that was the source of the haze of smoke permeating the room.
All in all, it was very much Yuuko's kind of office.
"Himawari-chan," the headmistress said warmly, not raising from her seat on the couch, the pipe between her fingers. "Maru, Moro, find her a seat."
The two young girls scampered over to the wall to fetch a black chair as Yuuko smiled and propped her chin in her hand. The patterned kimono she was wearing draped loosely below her shoulders. "You're here with a request, I take it?"
The small girl forced a smile. "Of course," she said, oblivious to the tears that were forming behind her eyelids each time she blinked. "Thank you," she whispered to Maru and Moro as they gently pulled her into the chair. She sat on the edge of it, unable to bring herself to relax. "Yuuko-san, what should I do? I didn't even bring a bathing suit to swim in. I didn't assume that it would be a class, much less a required one." She took a plait of hair into her fingers and absently began twirling it, her anxiety mounting by the second.
"I can't wear a bathing suit even if I were to purchase one here." She paused.
"The.. the scars, Yuuko-san," she murmured, hardly audible. She was talking about the scars that she had taken to help save Watanuki's life, several years ago. Brushing the lock of dark hair to her lips, Himawari forced herself to continue, "I don't want him to see. And I don't know what to do."
Yuuko took a long draw of her pipe and exhaled, the smoke floating in an aura around her head before rising. "A simple enough solution," she stated. She reached out with one slender hand and tugged the lock of hair from Himawari's fingers, twirling it around her own before brushing the silky strands against the student's cheek. "Are you willing to pay for it?"
Himawari, accustomed to Yuuko's ways and her policies, nodded sadly, hoping that she wouldn't have to give up something that would present a similar problem. From inside her bag, which was on the floor, a small tweeting noise was heard. A tiny bird hopped out of the bag, looking rather bedraggled, considering she'd just pounded up the stairs without any consideration to the poor thing's feelings. "Yes.. Name your price, please."
Yuuko smiled indulgently. "Don't look so glum, Himawari-chan! Maru, Moro, go find it, please." The assistants ran off again into the back recesses of the room, and Yuuko let go of Himawari's hair and held out a hand to the small bird. It fluffed up its feathers, hopped onto her finger, and started preening itself.
"Now, for payment," she continued, as Maru and Moro came up and stood in the background with a black outfit draped across their arms. "I have a lot of paperwork to get done this week, so you'll be helping me with the photocopying and distribution across campus. Do you agree?"
"O-oh, I'm sorry," she said absently, allowing another small smile to play across her face at this. It wouldn't do to walk around in such a gloom all day just because of a minor schedule change. Yuuko began to play with Watanuki's bird, and Himawari watched it with a sense of motherly fondness, until Maru and Moro came back with a strange piece of clothing..
"Yes, certainly," Himawari said with slight surprise. That didn't seem very difficult at all. In fact, it sounded like something she would have volunteered for, had Yuuko only asked. But she should have known better; the price must always equal the wish. And apparently her wish was not as big as she thought it was. "Thank you."
The witch reached out to let the bird hop back to Himawari's shoulder, and stood to take the garment from Maru and Moro. "It's agreed, then. Here." She laid the black and pink wetsuit in Himawari's lap and then straightened with a hand on her hip. "This should allow you to swim with no worries~ I'll expect you at eight sharp tomorrow morning for the papers. Maru and Moro will tell you what to do."
Briefly admiring the stylish pink patches on the wetsuit, Himawari glanced up at Yuuko-san with her normal bright and shiny smile. Maybe this time, things would turn out okay. Rubbing her index finger lovingly on the top of the tiny bird's head, Hima nodded gratefully. "Thank you," she said again. "I'll be sure to be here." She picked up her purse, which the little bird eyed suspiciously before fluttering back into. Hima giggled, and headed for the door. "Let's keep an eye on Watanuki-kun," she said suddenly, and then, with a last thoughtful smile, stepped out into the hall.
Yuuko smiled mysteriously after her, fingers raised to her lips. "Perhaps more than an eye," she murmured, and turned. "Now, where did I leave that drink~?"
When: After the swimming class announcement
Where: Yuuko's office in the Admin Building
What: Himawari has some reservations about swimming classes. Yuuko has a solution . . . for a small price~
Rating: PG-13. It's Yuuko. XD
Flying up the stairs to the Administrative building's very top floor, Himawari's hand brushed the railing as she took the steps two at a time, chewing her lip nervously. She had just read the announcement. Swimming? What on earth? A couple years previously, Himawari had enjoyed swimming, splashing about. But that required a bathing suit. Which was generally not good for her any longer. She reached the landing, and immediately started down the hall. When she reached the Headmisstress' door, she paused, lifting her hand. Biting her lip even harder, she closed her eyes and knocked on the door.
There was barely a moment before the Japanese-style shoji door slid open with a soft hiss. A pair of familiar young faces under mops of blue and pink hair peered up at Himawari before smiling and leading her into the room by the hands. The office was decidedly opulent for something that was only supposed to be used for paperwork and administrative business; a lounge couch upholstered in deep purple reclined behind a low, black-laquered desk, the carpet was lush, and there were throw pillows scattered about everywhere. There was paperwork on the desk, but it was scattered underneath the remains of a meal and a squat hookah that was the source of the haze of smoke permeating the room.
All in all, it was very much Yuuko's kind of office.
"Himawari-chan," the headmistress said warmly, not raising from her seat on the couch, the pipe between her fingers. "Maru, Moro, find her a seat."
The two young girls scampered over to the wall to fetch a black chair as Yuuko smiled and propped her chin in her hand. The patterned kimono she was wearing draped loosely below her shoulders. "You're here with a request, I take it?"
The small girl forced a smile. "Of course," she said, oblivious to the tears that were forming behind her eyelids each time she blinked. "Thank you," she whispered to Maru and Moro as they gently pulled her into the chair. She sat on the edge of it, unable to bring herself to relax. "Yuuko-san, what should I do? I didn't even bring a bathing suit to swim in. I didn't assume that it would be a class, much less a required one." She took a plait of hair into her fingers and absently began twirling it, her anxiety mounting by the second.
"I can't wear a bathing suit even if I were to purchase one here." She paused.
"The.. the scars, Yuuko-san," she murmured, hardly audible. She was talking about the scars that she had taken to help save Watanuki's life, several years ago. Brushing the lock of dark hair to her lips, Himawari forced herself to continue, "I don't want him to see. And I don't know what to do."
Yuuko took a long draw of her pipe and exhaled, the smoke floating in an aura around her head before rising. "A simple enough solution," she stated. She reached out with one slender hand and tugged the lock of hair from Himawari's fingers, twirling it around her own before brushing the silky strands against the student's cheek. "Are you willing to pay for it?"
Himawari, accustomed to Yuuko's ways and her policies, nodded sadly, hoping that she wouldn't have to give up something that would present a similar problem. From inside her bag, which was on the floor, a small tweeting noise was heard. A tiny bird hopped out of the bag, looking rather bedraggled, considering she'd just pounded up the stairs without any consideration to the poor thing's feelings. "Yes.. Name your price, please."
Yuuko smiled indulgently. "Don't look so glum, Himawari-chan! Maru, Moro, go find it, please." The assistants ran off again into the back recesses of the room, and Yuuko let go of Himawari's hair and held out a hand to the small bird. It fluffed up its feathers, hopped onto her finger, and started preening itself.
"Now, for payment," she continued, as Maru and Moro came up and stood in the background with a black outfit draped across their arms. "I have a lot of paperwork to get done this week, so you'll be helping me with the photocopying and distribution across campus. Do you agree?"
"O-oh, I'm sorry," she said absently, allowing another small smile to play across her face at this. It wouldn't do to walk around in such a gloom all day just because of a minor schedule change. Yuuko began to play with Watanuki's bird, and Himawari watched it with a sense of motherly fondness, until Maru and Moro came back with a strange piece of clothing..
"Yes, certainly," Himawari said with slight surprise. That didn't seem very difficult at all. In fact, it sounded like something she would have volunteered for, had Yuuko only asked. But she should have known better; the price must always equal the wish. And apparently her wish was not as big as she thought it was. "Thank you."
The witch reached out to let the bird hop back to Himawari's shoulder, and stood to take the garment from Maru and Moro. "It's agreed, then. Here." She laid the black and pink wetsuit in Himawari's lap and then straightened with a hand on her hip. "This should allow you to swim with no worries~ I'll expect you at eight sharp tomorrow morning for the papers. Maru and Moro will tell you what to do."
Briefly admiring the stylish pink patches on the wetsuit, Himawari glanced up at Yuuko-san with her normal bright and shiny smile. Maybe this time, things would turn out okay. Rubbing her index finger lovingly on the top of the tiny bird's head, Hima nodded gratefully. "Thank you," she said again. "I'll be sure to be here." She picked up her purse, which the little bird eyed suspiciously before fluttering back into. Hima giggled, and headed for the door. "Let's keep an eye on Watanuki-kun," she said suddenly, and then, with a last thoughtful smile, stepped out into the hall.
Yuuko smiled mysteriously after her, fingers raised to her lips. "Perhaps more than an eye," she murmured, and turned. "Now, where did I leave that drink~?"