Night 48: F1-F10 Hallway
This was it. This was the night she'd been working toward since she'd learned what youkai were. This was... going to fail horribly because Sheena was so damn nervous. Or so she thought it would. Yes, she'd gone over everything a couple times, but she couldn't get past the part where the fact that Yukari was, well, Yukari. Such an unpredictable and fickle youkai made predicting what was going to happen practically impossible. Which only made Sheena's confidence plummet straight down a dreaded trapdoor. Still, she'd planned and she... at the least she should have a nice... date.
For what had to be the thirtieth time since she'd been in her room, Sheena undid her hair, combed her fingers through it, and retied it with her pink ribbon. She had her usual yayoi on, but made extra sure that the layers rested how they were supposed to, and was really glad this was a day they'd been afforded showers. Not that she was planning on anything happening that being extra clean was a good thing, but at least she knew she didn't have any greasy hair and smelled good. Yes, the ninja was being a bit... girly.
Once she checked the ingredients she had procured the other night and made sure to secure them inside a pillowcase, Sheena slid the large kitchen knife into concealment, hiding it from prying eyes using her obi's bow. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any monsters along the way, or in the kitchen itself. Nothing ruined a date better than an unwanted guest. At least she was a bit better off here in that she didn't have to worry about Zelos having a case of bad timing or something.
Easing the door open, Sheena moved the few doors down the hallway to Yukari's room. And there she stood, staring at the door. She stared and stared and stared. Once she raised her hand to knock, but let it drop to her side before making contact. She turned away from the door, walked a bit down the hallway before she came back to it, trying to work up the nerve to knock. She was so nervous.
"Just knock, damnit," she grumbled to herself. "It's not hard. Raise hand, curl fingers inward and rap with knuckles. Easy. Simple. Do it, Mizuho."
And finally, after staring at the door for at least one more full minute, the ninja knocked.
For what had to be the thirtieth time since she'd been in her room, Sheena undid her hair, combed her fingers through it, and retied it with her pink ribbon. She had her usual yayoi on, but made extra sure that the layers rested how they were supposed to, and was really glad this was a day they'd been afforded showers. Not that she was planning on anything happening that being extra clean was a good thing, but at least she knew she didn't have any greasy hair and smelled good. Yes, the ninja was being a bit... girly.
Once she checked the ingredients she had procured the other night and made sure to secure them inside a pillowcase, Sheena slid the large kitchen knife into concealment, hiding it from prying eyes using her obi's bow. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any monsters along the way, or in the kitchen itself. Nothing ruined a date better than an unwanted guest. At least she was a bit better off here in that she didn't have to worry about Zelos having a case of bad timing or something.
Easing the door open, Sheena moved the few doors down the hallway to Yukari's room. And there she stood, staring at the door. She stared and stared and stared. Once she raised her hand to knock, but let it drop to her side before making contact. She turned away from the door, walked a bit down the hallway before she came back to it, trying to work up the nerve to knock. She was so nervous.
"Just knock, damnit," she grumbled to herself. "It's not hard. Raise hand, curl fingers inward and rap with knuckles. Easy. Simple. Do it, Mizuho."
And finally, after staring at the door for at least one more full minute, the ninja knocked.