{011} [Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu] [Asakura x Yuki] [#1 - uniform]
Title: Settling In
Author: kinjirarete
Fandom: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu
Pairing: Asakura Ryoko x Nagato Yuki
Rating: PG
Warnings: Girlslove kissing, also maybe some OOCness from Yuki.
Disclaimer: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu, Asakura, and Yukirin do not belong to me, but to Tanigawa/Itou/SOS-dan. I am merely a fan using their awesome work.
Summary: There's only one way Asakura can deal with Yuki not listening.
“Nagato-san, do you need help unpacking?”
Asakura Ryoko stood in front of an apartment door, calling out to the resident in a child-like, bright voice.
“Nagato-san?” She knocked on the door and pressed her ear to the door, straining to hear a rustle of some kind or a voice in the apartment. “Nagato Yuki-san, it’s me, Ryoko-neechan. Please open the door. You don’t need to be afraid.”
No response.
Asakura looked slightly amused at this seclusion. Either Yuki didn't want to be bothered, or she was simply afraid of some stranger barging into her new apartment. Asakura assumed the latter and called out to Yuki through the door again.
“Nagato-san, don’t worry. I know we just moved here this morning, but that’s no reason to act like a scared human child!” She chuckled after saying that, thinking to herself that it would be impossible for Nagato-san to actually have filthy human emotions like being scared.
This seemed to work, as the apartment door opened a tiny crack, revealing a single amber eye behind a large glass frame. Asakura guessed she was wearing glasses, though she had no idea why. Every Interface had perfect twenty-twenty vision, so why bother wearing the annoying things?
“…”
“Nagato-san, it's me, Ryoko-neechan! Why don’t you let your neechan in, Nagato-san?” She motioned toward the door. “In Japan, it’s really rude to just let your guest out in the cold.”
“…”
Asakura could tell by the way Yuki opened the door at a snail’s pace that she really didn't want her there. Asakura had to wonder if Yuki was really shy like a human child, or was this how the Interface Creator programmed her? Did he get special orders from the Leader? She decided she’d look into it later.
“…Welcome.” Yuki mumbled.
“Oh, good!” Asakura looked impressed. “You managed to install the Japanese language support program I gave you before I went to unpack. Did it take long?”
“…Thirty minutes.”
“That's strange.” Asakura walked into the room, sweeping her blue eyes over the apartment, taking in the place. “It should’ve only lasted twenty. Oh, well, I guess when you’re new at installation, it takes a while.” She then stopped in the middle of the room.
“Nagato-san, why is this place so… littered?” She asked, gesturing all around the room.
It was, in a word, cluttered. Books by every author imaginable, in at least five different languages, were strewn everywhere. Shirts, pants, pajamas and underwear were draping over some of the books. CDs with programs on their harddrive were stacked messily in a corner. Surprisingly, the only things that weren’t cluttered were a teapot with five white china cups, and a heating table.
Yuki looked unflinchingly around the room and just looked at Asakura. “I see no problem.”
“How can I put this into words, Nagato-san?” Asakura said pleasantly. "Your room is as messy as a packrat’s. You just simply need to clean it up, as clean as my apartment.”
“…I don’t know how.” Yuki said simply, adjusting her glasses. “Can you do it?”
“Of course! Since I’m your loving, caring subordinate, I would be happy to.” Asakura smiled, and began to clean up her messy room. Yuki silently watched, taking in all of Asakura’s actions.
BREAKBREAKBREAKBREAK
Two hours later, Asakura had managed to organize Yuki’s books into alphabetical order and place them in a small bookshelf, which surprisingly held all of them.
“There you go!” Asakura said, her never changing smile flashing in Yuki's direction. “All your boring, human books are finally organized, Nagato-san. To avoid suspicion from humans, I suggest you hide them in the other room, okay?”
“I will.” Yuki looked at the bookshelf filled with the books she had “borrowed” from the library almost longingly.
“Now,” Asakura said, grabbing a bundle of clothes with one hand, “you get to help me with the clothes.” With her free hand, she lightly took Yuki's hand and led to the middle of the apartment.
For the first time, Asakura noticed Yuki’s clothes: a simple white dress. She frowned, and dropped all the clothes she was carrying on the floor. “Nagato-san, we were instructed to wear the uniform that Suzumiya Haruhi’s school wears. I’m wearing it.” She gestured to the white and blue sailor uniform she was wearing. “You’re not.”
“I’m not.”
“What?” Asakura asked, in the way that meant “I heard you said, but I want you to repeat it so I can tell you off for it”.
“I’m not wearing it.” She said this flatly, and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Yes, you are,” Asakura said in a commanding tone, her eyes sparkling dangerously. “If you don’t, then you’ll be punished.”
Yuki didn’t even flinch at the threat. She continued to stare at Asakura, arms crossed.
Asakura sighed. “Fine, Nagato-san. You asked for it.”
Chanting strange, incomprehensible words like a spell, a sailor uniform identical to hers appeared next to her on the ground. And then, before Yuki realized it, Asakura had locked her lips onto Yuki’s. This took the purple haired girl by total surprise.
“Mmmph…” Yuki managed to say through locked lips.
While Yuki was occupied with this kiss, Asakura knew exactly what to do. Prying her crossed arms away from each other, she managed to force off her dress, revealing her green panties and nothing else.
To make sure Yuki didn’t do anything while she put on her uniform, Asakura’s tongue started to explore Yuki’s mouth, earning a surprise squeak from Yuki. This, she decided as she scooped up Yuki’s uniform and prepared to clothe Yuki in it, is the best way to handle an uncooperative Nagato-san.
“Mm… hmm… hmmm…” Yuki mumbled in protest, but to no avail. Asakura wasn’t going to let up her lip lock until the very end.
Finally, after about five more minutes of the kiss, Asakura finally broke it, panting but feeling accomplished. Finally, she had gotten the uniform on Yuki. She had to admire that it really did look good on Yuki.
“It looks really lovely on you, Nagato-san,” Asakura grinned. Yuki just stared numbly at Asakura, and then tugged at her uniform absentmindedly.
“What do you think?” Asakura asked. “Do you like it?”
It was like a delayed reaction when Yuki said, “You changed my clothes.”
“Uh-huh.”
“While you kissed me.”
Asakura shrugged, a mischievous smile on her face. “Didn’t you like it?”
Yuki raised her fist, and unflinchingly slapped Asakura’s cheek, leaving a red mark where it hit. As soon as Yuki’s hand was back at her side, Asakura touched the red mark on her cheek, a surprised expression on her face.
“Do not do that again. Ever.” Yuki commanded, then pointed to the door. “Good bye, backup.”
Asakura smiled gently, as though Yuki had never slapped her. “All right. I’ll come back later, Nagato-san.” As soon as he stepped out of the door, Yuki slammed it shut.
Nagato-san is so shy, Asakura thought with a smile on her face, then giggled to herself. One day, though, Nagato-san will certainly be mine to love, whether she likes it or not. Perhaps it may take some kisses to get through to her completely.
Author: kinjirarete
Fandom: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu
Pairing: Asakura Ryoko x Nagato Yuki
Rating: PG
Warnings: Girlslove kissing, also maybe some OOCness from Yuki.
Disclaimer: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu, Asakura, and Yukirin do not belong to me, but to Tanigawa/Itou/SOS-dan. I am merely a fan using their awesome work.
Summary: There's only one way Asakura can deal with Yuki not listening.
“Nagato-san, do you need help unpacking?”
Asakura Ryoko stood in front of an apartment door, calling out to the resident in a child-like, bright voice.
“Nagato-san?” She knocked on the door and pressed her ear to the door, straining to hear a rustle of some kind or a voice in the apartment. “Nagato Yuki-san, it’s me, Ryoko-neechan. Please open the door. You don’t need to be afraid.”
No response.
Asakura looked slightly amused at this seclusion. Either Yuki didn't want to be bothered, or she was simply afraid of some stranger barging into her new apartment. Asakura assumed the latter and called out to Yuki through the door again.
“Nagato-san, don’t worry. I know we just moved here this morning, but that’s no reason to act like a scared human child!” She chuckled after saying that, thinking to herself that it would be impossible for Nagato-san to actually have filthy human emotions like being scared.
This seemed to work, as the apartment door opened a tiny crack, revealing a single amber eye behind a large glass frame. Asakura guessed she was wearing glasses, though she had no idea why. Every Interface had perfect twenty-twenty vision, so why bother wearing the annoying things?
“…”
“Nagato-san, it's me, Ryoko-neechan! Why don’t you let your neechan in, Nagato-san?” She motioned toward the door. “In Japan, it’s really rude to just let your guest out in the cold.”
“…”
Asakura could tell by the way Yuki opened the door at a snail’s pace that she really didn't want her there. Asakura had to wonder if Yuki was really shy like a human child, or was this how the Interface Creator programmed her? Did he get special orders from the Leader? She decided she’d look into it later.
“…Welcome.” Yuki mumbled.
“Oh, good!” Asakura looked impressed. “You managed to install the Japanese language support program I gave you before I went to unpack. Did it take long?”
“…Thirty minutes.”
“That's strange.” Asakura walked into the room, sweeping her blue eyes over the apartment, taking in the place. “It should’ve only lasted twenty. Oh, well, I guess when you’re new at installation, it takes a while.” She then stopped in the middle of the room.
“Nagato-san, why is this place so… littered?” She asked, gesturing all around the room.
It was, in a word, cluttered. Books by every author imaginable, in at least five different languages, were strewn everywhere. Shirts, pants, pajamas and underwear were draping over some of the books. CDs with programs on their harddrive were stacked messily in a corner. Surprisingly, the only things that weren’t cluttered were a teapot with five white china cups, and a heating table.
Yuki looked unflinchingly around the room and just looked at Asakura. “I see no problem.”
“How can I put this into words, Nagato-san?” Asakura said pleasantly. "Your room is as messy as a packrat’s. You just simply need to clean it up, as clean as my apartment.”
“…I don’t know how.” Yuki said simply, adjusting her glasses. “Can you do it?”
“Of course! Since I’m your loving, caring subordinate, I would be happy to.” Asakura smiled, and began to clean up her messy room. Yuki silently watched, taking in all of Asakura’s actions.
BREAKBREAKBREAKBREAK
Two hours later, Asakura had managed to organize Yuki’s books into alphabetical order and place them in a small bookshelf, which surprisingly held all of them.
“There you go!” Asakura said, her never changing smile flashing in Yuki's direction. “All your boring, human books are finally organized, Nagato-san. To avoid suspicion from humans, I suggest you hide them in the other room, okay?”
“I will.” Yuki looked at the bookshelf filled with the books she had “borrowed” from the library almost longingly.
“Now,” Asakura said, grabbing a bundle of clothes with one hand, “you get to help me with the clothes.” With her free hand, she lightly took Yuki's hand and led to the middle of the apartment.
For the first time, Asakura noticed Yuki’s clothes: a simple white dress. She frowned, and dropped all the clothes she was carrying on the floor. “Nagato-san, we were instructed to wear the uniform that Suzumiya Haruhi’s school wears. I’m wearing it.” She gestured to the white and blue sailor uniform she was wearing. “You’re not.”
“I’m not.”
“What?” Asakura asked, in the way that meant “I heard you said, but I want you to repeat it so I can tell you off for it”.
“I’m not wearing it.” She said this flatly, and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Yes, you are,” Asakura said in a commanding tone, her eyes sparkling dangerously. “If you don’t, then you’ll be punished.”
Yuki didn’t even flinch at the threat. She continued to stare at Asakura, arms crossed.
Asakura sighed. “Fine, Nagato-san. You asked for it.”
Chanting strange, incomprehensible words like a spell, a sailor uniform identical to hers appeared next to her on the ground. And then, before Yuki realized it, Asakura had locked her lips onto Yuki’s. This took the purple haired girl by total surprise.
“Mmmph…” Yuki managed to say through locked lips.
While Yuki was occupied with this kiss, Asakura knew exactly what to do. Prying her crossed arms away from each other, she managed to force off her dress, revealing her green panties and nothing else.
To make sure Yuki didn’t do anything while she put on her uniform, Asakura’s tongue started to explore Yuki’s mouth, earning a surprise squeak from Yuki. This, she decided as she scooped up Yuki’s uniform and prepared to clothe Yuki in it, is the best way to handle an uncooperative Nagato-san.
“Mm… hmm… hmmm…” Yuki mumbled in protest, but to no avail. Asakura wasn’t going to let up her lip lock until the very end.
Finally, after about five more minutes of the kiss, Asakura finally broke it, panting but feeling accomplished. Finally, she had gotten the uniform on Yuki. She had to admire that it really did look good on Yuki.
“It looks really lovely on you, Nagato-san,” Asakura grinned. Yuki just stared numbly at Asakura, and then tugged at her uniform absentmindedly.
“What do you think?” Asakura asked. “Do you like it?”
It was like a delayed reaction when Yuki said, “You changed my clothes.”
“Uh-huh.”
“While you kissed me.”
Asakura shrugged, a mischievous smile on her face. “Didn’t you like it?”
Yuki raised her fist, and unflinchingly slapped Asakura’s cheek, leaving a red mark where it hit. As soon as Yuki’s hand was back at her side, Asakura touched the red mark on her cheek, a surprised expression on her face.
“Do not do that again. Ever.” Yuki commanded, then pointed to the door. “Good bye, backup.”
Asakura smiled gently, as though Yuki had never slapped her. “All right. I’ll come back later, Nagato-san.” As soon as he stepped out of the door, Yuki slammed it shut.
Nagato-san is so shy, Asakura thought with a smile on her face, then giggled to herself. One day, though, Nagato-san will certainly be mine to love, whether she likes it or not. Perhaps it may take some kisses to get through to her completely.