Christmas Fic
From the Secret Santa Fic Exchange, for Jinarocks: Happy Christmas. I hope this story will add a bit of amusement to your holiday.
Prompt: "What Nakuru Does when No One is Looking."
Rating: R-17
Length: 500 and some change.
Characters: Nakuru
Real Rating: G for everyone.
It has been said that most people act differently in public than in private; that freedom from society’s guides on proper behavior allows one to act to their heart’s true desire, singing loudly in the shower or displaying acts of affection when they’d normally be too shy.
Then again, what applies to Most People rarely if ever applies to Nakuru.
Nakuru does as she pleases whenever she pleases. She is always loud, in speech or song. Her displays of affection towards one Touya Kinomoto are the stuff of legend. She is never shy; like Napoleon’s take on impossible, that word has been struck from her dictionary. This then begs the question: if the public existence she led was already so much larger than life, how much more so was her life at home? It is a question many Seijou High students have asked (except Touya, the recipient-victim of her love who found the thought too dreadful to even contemplate) but never learned the answer to, for Nakuru was as mysterious as she was bombastic, as quick to pull you in for a hug as she was to dodge any personal inquiries.
And so numerous theories arose about the handsome creature’s secret life, some mundane, some naughty, and some outrageous-though whether any theory can be considered outrageous when it concerns the extraordinary Nakuru is questionable.
The truth, in fact, would surprise many.
On this particular weekend morning, Nakuru awoke to find herself home alone, her feline companion gone to the library where he typically stays for days in a row and her master in Europe on a trip concerning clandestine government deals, Swiss bank accounts, and other shady affairs as was his wont (“My work is my pleasure,” said he of the sneaky smile.). She breakfasted on croissants from the neighborhood boulangerie, grape fruit juice, and Blue Mountain coffee from her secret stash under the bed-a departure from her usual fare of blueberry-banana pancakes with whipped cream and chocolate flakes. Her morning was spent in leisurely productivity as she finished a review of the London Philharmonic’s latest recording that would appear in the society section of the Sunday papers, pointing out stretches of unimaginativeness in the conductor’s handling of Rachmaninoff’s third. After a light lunch at a newly opened Thai café, she went to the museum where an exhibit on the Dutch Golden Age was taking place and spent the afternoon admiring the Vermeers and Rembrandts. A close call was made when she stumbled upon the Daidouji and Kinomoto families in one of the galleries, her secret saved only by her quick step into a convenient restroom. The rest of the day passed without incident and was concluded with a viewing of NHK’s presentation of Clarence Brown’s classic, Anna Karenina.
Why Nakuru should choose to adopt the image of an air-headed teen while concealing this aspect of her life from Touya and the public view, we shall never know, but supposing the question was raised one day, it is not inconceivable that she would, with a wink and winsome smile, answer along the lines of, “A woman’s charm lies in her secrets.”
And that of course would be the Nakuru we know.
Prompt: "What Nakuru Does when No One is Looking."
Rating: R-17
Length: 500 and some change.
Characters: Nakuru
Real Rating: G for everyone.
It has been said that most people act differently in public than in private; that freedom from society’s guides on proper behavior allows one to act to their heart’s true desire, singing loudly in the shower or displaying acts of affection when they’d normally be too shy.
Then again, what applies to Most People rarely if ever applies to Nakuru.
Nakuru does as she pleases whenever she pleases. She is always loud, in speech or song. Her displays of affection towards one Touya Kinomoto are the stuff of legend. She is never shy; like Napoleon’s take on impossible, that word has been struck from her dictionary. This then begs the question: if the public existence she led was already so much larger than life, how much more so was her life at home? It is a question many Seijou High students have asked (except Touya, the recipient-victim of her love who found the thought too dreadful to even contemplate) but never learned the answer to, for Nakuru was as mysterious as she was bombastic, as quick to pull you in for a hug as she was to dodge any personal inquiries.
And so numerous theories arose about the handsome creature’s secret life, some mundane, some naughty, and some outrageous-though whether any theory can be considered outrageous when it concerns the extraordinary Nakuru is questionable.
The truth, in fact, would surprise many.
On this particular weekend morning, Nakuru awoke to find herself home alone, her feline companion gone to the library where he typically stays for days in a row and her master in Europe on a trip concerning clandestine government deals, Swiss bank accounts, and other shady affairs as was his wont (“My work is my pleasure,” said he of the sneaky smile.). She breakfasted on croissants from the neighborhood boulangerie, grape fruit juice, and Blue Mountain coffee from her secret stash under the bed-a departure from her usual fare of blueberry-banana pancakes with whipped cream and chocolate flakes. Her morning was spent in leisurely productivity as she finished a review of the London Philharmonic’s latest recording that would appear in the society section of the Sunday papers, pointing out stretches of unimaginativeness in the conductor’s handling of Rachmaninoff’s third. After a light lunch at a newly opened Thai café, she went to the museum where an exhibit on the Dutch Golden Age was taking place and spent the afternoon admiring the Vermeers and Rembrandts. A close call was made when she stumbled upon the Daidouji and Kinomoto families in one of the galleries, her secret saved only by her quick step into a convenient restroom. The rest of the day passed without incident and was concluded with a viewing of NHK’s presentation of Clarence Brown’s classic, Anna Karenina.
Why Nakuru should choose to adopt the image of an air-headed teen while concealing this aspect of her life from Touya and the public view, we shall never know, but supposing the question was raised one day, it is not inconceivable that she would, with a wink and winsome smile, answer along the lines of, “A woman’s charm lies in her secrets.”
And that of course would be the Nakuru we know.