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 Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 12:44 am
Aiza shied back nervously once she caught the look on Umiko's face, it was scary how blank and emotionless it was. Aiza gulped at those words suddenly questioning whether she had made the correct decision or not. Her face blushed heavily as she heard her words from the poem being read out loud and even more so when Umiko said that they were Etoile-sama's favorite lines. When the upperclassman said that Aiza was on her Mizushima-sama's mind, she just about had a nose bleed with all the blood in her head. Whether or not she could even trust the girl hardly crossed her mind but Umiko easily could be trying to lure her in with false promises
When the journalist left her alone in the AV clubroom except for a sleeping Mari, Aiza stood and made her way to the nurses office knowing she'd get sent home with her fever running as high as it is. On her way back the sophomore grinned and stopped by the art clubroom to pick up a new journal. She was somewhat excited now. She had a bounce to her step, a dance in her walk. Aiza Mudo would start writing again. She never really stopped. It's just that after long periods of her nonstop writing she'd take a few days for a break before writing some more.
The young aspiring artist made it to her building and even took the steps up two at a time. She entered her room and went straight to her desk. first she finished her homework, of course but then she sat up and wrote poetry. She wrote nonstop for hours in her new journal, filling page after page, writing stanza after stanza. The words for each one flowing from her heart like a river. She didn't, however, write them for any other reason than the simple joy of it with only one thing, or person rather, on her mind. Her muse, Mizushima Shinju-sama. She wrote until she fell asleep there at her desk, pencil still in hand.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 10:09 am
Umiko was back where she started; standing outside her sister's door with an angered face of dejection. Sighing, she refocused her thoughts to other more joyous, pleasant things before she twisted the knob to her sister's dorm room open. Shinju lying down as usual, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't look to the door to see who it was, but immediately snapped her eyes shut pretending to slumber. Umiko couldn't deny the amused smile upon her face.
"Well, you look better," she said.
Shinju flicked one eyelid up then harrumphed. "You need to stop barging in like that," she scoffed. "You're worse than Kotomi."
"You need to lock your door," Umiko retorted. "Besides, Fujimoto-san has superhuman strength. Even if you lock the door, she'd yank the door off its hinges just to get in."
Shinju couldn't deny her laugh. It rung out like a mirthful leap of waves over a shoreline and died when the tide of hilarity ebbed away. She took a wipe at her eye with her sleeve, chuckling with the last bit of chortles, and sighed, because it was oh so very true. Her lips cracked, revealing her pearly whites, and she beamed this at her sibling.
"So, what did you do all day?" She asked.
"Mm, things." The redhead replied. "Like, for example, I found out who's the author of that poem."
Shinju shot up and blared at Umiko. "You what?" Her head shook incredulously. "No way, so quickly? Umi, you're lying-"
"Journalist's honor." She pledged as she closed her eyes, held an open palm to Shinju, and touched the other to her bosom.
"Oh, now I know you're lying. All journalists lie."
"Oh, ha, ha," Umi frowned. "Anyway, I have to go. Something to do. Get some more rest, Shinju."
"See you later."
Despite her indecent reaction to Shinju's statement, Umiko confirmed it instantly. The following day, the newspaper was published with another poem of the Etoile. It wasn't as passion-filled as the first, but held a heartfelt message nonetheless. It was sighed again under the alias of the Anonymous Admirer, stirring the student bodies. Kotomi's anger only flared more.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 1:18 pm
SpringDarling ((I'm sorry but is that a poem out of Aiza's journal or one that Umiko made up?))
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 1:51 pm
The rays of sunlight shone through the window onto Aiza's sleeping face, slowly waking her from her slumber. She lifted an arm to protect her eyes and give them time to readjust to the brightness. Raising both arms high above her head and arching her back, Aiza stretched out her sore and stiff muscles. Noticing she was still in her school uniform from yesterday, the poet simply changed into another uniform and redid her hair. She knew she didn't have time for a bath this early. I'll just take a super long one this evening she thought with a huff.
She stood and was about to leave when she turned her attention to her poems and smiled. Just as quickly as it came it also left as hew features became worried. I can't leave those out in the open like that, Umiko-sempai could easily access my room if she wished and take them. I can't take them with me either. It'd be easy to lose or rather have them taken from my bag when I'm not looking... I'll have to hide them, she came to her conclusion and began looking for places to hide the new poetry. She put them in her jewelry box that had a small, golden lock on it with a matching gold key. She took the box and shoved it deep into the back of her closet in a remote dark corner. There, hopefully that'll do it, she placed the key in her pocket and left her room hoping today would be better than the last two, but no such luck.
Walking around the school she noticed almost every girl had a newspaper in her hand, those who didn't were looking on with those who did. Oh no... she thought the worst had happened. That Umiko had exposed her. That couldn't be it though, right? If so all of Etoile-sama's fans would be all over her by now. She picked up the closest copy she could get her hands on and began to read, new poem? This isn't my work. The flow is uniform and boring and the word usage is simply tacky! Not only that you can tell that this new poem doesn't have half the emotion mine does! Aiza, as calmly as she could, placed the newspaper into her bag and began her search for the journalist. She didn't know what she would do once she found her, but it would be something.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 4:55 pm
[[ Much apologies for the lack of a reply. I wasn't feeling too kosher yesterday, aha. I'm feeling peppy today, though! ]]
"Umikoooo!"
"Umiko-san!"
"Umi!"
Umiko's fans were outside the AV room, awaiting her emergence from the location where morning announcements were read. So enthralled they were with her newest story, the group of girls were looking to give her some praise. However, the journalist wasn't making herself known to the public yet. She was waiting for said handful of girls to leave as, unlike her sister, she wasn't fond of the attention her writing garnered.
The redhead extended a finger and prodded Mari's cheek, causing her to stir. When she didn't waken, she did it again, and the sleepy morning announcer flicked saggy eyes open to her.
"Wake up," Umiko said.
"Mmmm, no. Leave me alone . . . Let me sleep . . . "
"Is my beauty to sleep forever? Should I . . . kiss you awake?"
"Umikooo . . . " Mari stirred. "Leave me beee . . . "
"No- Mwah!" The junior grappled the drowsy sophomore around the waist while she was slouched in her chair and smothered her in a myriad of pecks. Mari couldn't fight her off -- too tired from all night gaming to even budge. However, the younger Mizushima's attack was short lived when her Etoile sister stepped into the room. Umi flushed red and Mari allowed herself a sigh of relief; content to have her off.
"Y-You need to stop barging in like that-" Umiko said, stepping back from Mari and embarressingly looking sideways.
"You need to lock the door," Shinju retorted. "Besides, I could just have Kotomi pull the doors off."
"What d'ya want, Shinju?" She huffed angrily. "Shouldn't you be doing . . . paperwork of something?"
"No, I'm free right now. I wanted to ask about the new poem."
"You and the rest of the three schools," Umiko replied. "I plead the fifth."
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 5:44 pm
((It's quite alright. I can understand that and im so glad you're feeling better^^))
Storming through the hallways Aiza scanned for anywhere the journalist might be. Her anger continually rising until it was the only thing moving her. but she wasn't outraged. Though her inner turmoil was like a roaring ocean of lava her outer demeanor was cool and collected. The only thing that gave her away was how stiff she was moving. Her back straight and steps calculated. She first checked the Newspaper room but to no avail. Then the thought hit her, The AV room!
As she round the corner she saw the massive amount of students at the clubroom door. The sea of them seemed almost endless but that didn't deter her. She WILL get through them and she WILL confront Umiko. She headed towards them and began walking through the crowd, not openly pushing them out of the way but thoughtfully weaving in between the bodies.
She reached the door and pulled it open in on quck motion and closed it just as fast, "Mizushima Umiko-sempai!!" she spoke calmly but her voice with a slight sting to it. She was about to take a step towards her when she noticed her crush in the room and froze. The ocean in her mind calmed and turned into a warm, pristine coast. She clasped her hands in front of her before bowing, "Etoile-sama I-I am so sorry to interrupt..." She began to panic, surely Shinju would think less of her for being so disrespectful.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 6:33 pm
[[ Thanks for understanding. heart ]]
Shinju jumped with a start to the unknown voice to speak up behind her. She made a swift turn, at once not recognizing Aiza's face. Her head fell to a tilt, a single wavy lock tumbling gently by her left cheek. "Hmm?" she hummed in a questioning manner. "Umiko, who's this?"
Umiko stilled when her name was called. Her thoughts immediately aimed for the truth as she started to say, "She's the one who wro-" But stopped and exchanged the truth for a swiftly placed lie. "Wro- Wonderful number one fan, Mudo Aiza-san!" The younger twin suddenly shuffled forward and slid a hand around the sophomore's shoulders, a pearl of sweat beading on her temple. "Isn't that right, Mudo-san?"
"Mudo Aiza . . . ?" Shinju stared intently at the younger girl, from her face to her uniform, trying to connect the two. Suddenly, the light bulb flickered on in the clueless confines of her mind. She recognized her. "Ah, you're her . . . The one I was in . . . the baths with . . . "
Umiko flushed. "S-S-Shinju . . . " she stammered. "I didn't know you . . . were so . . . "
Shinju reddened deeper than her twin. "Oh, no, no, it's not like that!" She claimed, waving her hands before her. "She was just in the bathhouse when I got there. I didn't think anyone else washed up so late in the evening . . . Besides, why is she here, Umi?"
Umiko cleared her throat, trying to buy herself some time for another lie. Finally, she found one she hoped would work to her benefit. "Uh, M-Mudo-san here was interested in joining the school newspaper. Right, Mudo-san?" The redhead shook her shoulder a little, insisting her to say yes. "She writes."
Shinju bought it. "Oh, is that so?" She asked with a calm smile. "I'd love to read something of yours some time." She added, never once taking on the fact that she did.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 6:57 pm
((Of course heart ))
Aiza simply stared for a moment paralyzed in shock while breaking into a nervous sweat "y-yes, number one fan..." Her voice quivered, she was never a good liar and now being in front of Etoile-same only made it worse. She swallowed thickly as her mouth dried up, all the moisture instead decided to congregate on her forehead.
The younger girls face flushed red and shied back a little as Shinju's eyes analytically looked her up and down. Aiza became even more red at Umiko's implication. Only in my dreams... she thought sadly. Aiza came to the realization that the longer she was with these twins the more awkward it would become.
Looking up from where she was staring at her hands Aiza nodded an affirmation to what the journalist said. She gritted her teeth a little because she remembered why she was here in the first place, stupid journalist... . After all it wasn't all a lie, she did write. Very often in fact.
Aiza was beginning to feel lightheaded from all the blood in her face. But when her Shinju-sama said she wanted to read something of hers she nearly fainted. "I'd be glad to write something for you Etoile-sama..." she looked down and pulled her hair a bit in nervousness in fact I already have... . Her heart beat so fast she could swear it would explode any second.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 7:51 pm
"Actually . . . " Shinju's eyes fell upward to the ceiling for a moment in thought. She then concentrated them back on Aiza. "Can you meet me later on in Spica's lounge two hours before curfew? I have a proposition for you, since you're a budding writer." A gentle smile touched upon her lips as she switched from Aiza to Umiko. "Well, I guess you two are going to be busy -- with you interviewing her, Umi."
Umi went brain dead for a moment at the statement then quickly reconciled. "Oh, yes, yes, Busy, busy! Gotta discuss lots of things with Mudo-san. Yep, yep!"
"I'll be taking my leave then," Shinju bowed to the three girls in the room. "Umiko. Mudo-san. Yamamoto-san." Mari didn't reply to the Etoile, for she fell into a deep slumber between Shinju, Umiko, and Aiza's exchange, but Umi gave her sister a goodbye wave.
"Later, Shin," she said as the brunette opened the door then clicked it closed.
At once, after confirming Shinju really was leaving by releasing her grip on Aiza and pressing her ear to the door, did she wipe her forehead. "Ahh, that was tenacious . . . " She sighed, then sighed again when she looked to Mari. "Good, she's asleep. If she saw me being so clingy to you, Aiza, man -- she'd be jealous." After collecting her bearings, she looked to Mudo with her hands to her hips. "So, what exactly are you here for, missy? We've really got nothing to discuss. Unless you were following Shinju around or something." She grinned cheekily next. "You got a reason to thank me though; meeting Shinju after dark. Woo. What a date~ Maybe she'll do more then just see you naked today, haha." She teased.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 8:23 pm
"S-sure! I'll be there!" she said, a bright smile forming on her face as her heart fluttered. Just me and Etoile-sama! I wonder what the proposition could be. The smile on her face faltered when Umiko spoke up again. Aiza bowed back, "Goodbye Etoile-sama" and sighed a little with a softness in her eyes.
Aiza bristled at the sound of Umiko as she remembered why she was there. She turned on her heel and her gaze turned steely as she looked at the twin. Aiza snatched today's newspaper out of her bag and held it in front of the other girl's face, "What is this garbage you call poetry that is supposedly written by me?" she lowered her voice at the last part just in case. "And I don't follow her around I'm not some creepy fangirl!" she argued, face flushing. "Th-thank you? Why I oughta.." she gritted her teeth hard. "I want this," waving the poem on the newspaper in front of Umiko's face, "denounced as fraud and not by the Anonymous Admirer. If you do," she inhaled deeply, "I'll think about your offer... In case my secret can't stay a secret I'd prefer it if you not ruin my writing career with your second hand atrocities."
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 9:06 pm
Umiko blanched at Aiza's sudden shift of mood. With eyes widened to the whites and lips curved in an awfully frightened frown, she listened on behalf of the sophomore on how she felt about Umiko's terrible attempt at a poem. "Whoa, whoa, calm down there, missy!" The teal-eyed girl said, kneading her palms before herself in a defensive movement. "Yes, I know the poem was bad. Really bad. Even though I am a journalist and not a prose aficionado, I know how to structure and write a decent poem. Not about love, per se, but a decent one. It was Mari's idea." She waved a hand in Yamamoto's direction. "She said I should write an awful poem under the pseudonym when I complained to her about it. Said it would solve all my problems. She was kinda ambiguous about the outcome, but I did what she said." The Mizushima shrugged. "I just wanted to reveal your identity to the school. Would've made everything easier, no? But-"
She took a seat next to Mari and pecked her on the cheek. The slumbering girl didn't feel a thing. "I guess she was right. Little manipulator. Things are working out for the better for me." Umi grinned. "I'll do as you say. Write a pretty little article unmasking the second poem as myself." She scratched the back of her head. "My fans'll be pissed, but I'll keep my word. Journalist's pledge." She pressed a hand to her bosom and flashed her palm; fingers together; to Aiza. "Now," Umi's eyes drifted to the AV room's clock. "Don't you have a date to prepare for? You meet my sis in a few hours. Pretty yourself up -- she likes blue. Oh, and bring a few chocolate truffles with you from the cafe. She likes those."
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:12 pm
She continued to stare holes into Umiko until she reached the part about Mari and looked at the girl curiously. The girl didn't seem like it at first but she was deceptively smart, I played right into her plan... an evil genius? Aiza's eyes flashed back to Umiko and let out a sigh, "Don't all journalists lie and stretch the truth for their own benefit?" Aiza followed where the other girl's eyes went then looked back with a blush, "I-its not a date!!" The heat rose to her face at an insane speed. She turned quickly and left the room in a huff keeping what the girl said in the her memory, She likes blue...
Aiza had just taken a nice bath and was entering her room, her hair up in a towel and a box of chocolate truffles in her hand. She was so nervous as she bustled about her room, I sure hope Umiko was right about all of this and not just messing with me. She searched through her closet looking for the perfect outfit when she found a little blue dress. Aiza's eyes sparkled. It was perfect. It was a bright-ish blue that stopped just above her knees. The dress had white flowers along the bottom and tied around her neck. It was slightly form fitting which was just fine with her since she barely had curves to show off anyway. Next she located her pair of nice white flats. She was pretty small but she thought they added to her cuteness.
After pulling on the dress and shoes Aiza now had to tackle her hair and make up. She briefly thought about pulling it up like normal but she liked it natural like this. It was wavy and long down her back. The girl smiled as she simply pulled on a white headband after brushing it out which made it shine. She examined her face thoughtfully, I don't really think I need make up. I'm pretty without it. She was still a little worried so she put on a little lip gloss, perfect!
She took a deep breath as she picked up the box of truffles. As Aiza was walking past the mirror she stopped to give herself one last look over, Its ok, its not a date. Its just a meeting between two girls who want to talk. And I only got her these chocolates as a thank you for taking time out of her busy schedule for me and the only reason I dressed up is to make sure I look good enough in her presence. Yeah that's it... she sighed. Who am I kidding? I love her. A smile spread across her face as she left her dorm room and headed towards the Spica lounge. She even got there early and eagerly awaited Shinju-sama's arrival.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 11:02 pm
Umiko chuckled. "Call it what you will," she said. "In my eyes, it's a date. Au revoir, mon ami!" She called next to Aiza's fleeting back.
With the two alone, Umiko expected something, but all there was was a vast expanse of silence in the AV room. Well, save Mari's light snoring, of course. The journalist allowed herself a small snicker as she prodded her classmate's cheek again. Mari was still as she was before.
"Why are you . . . pushing that girl . . . so hard?" Mari asked suddenly, causing Umiko to jump. "I was only-" She yawned. "Mmm, half asleep . . . through that whole thing."
"Why?" Umiko asked. "It's because I want to see my sister happy." She leaned against Mari's shoulder, smiling pleasantly. "Loving someone is a wonderful thing. I want her to experience it at least once in her life. That's all."
Mari's lips fell to a slight frown. She closed her eyes then opened both of them again drowsily to Umiko. "Why'd you . . . tell her that . . . Umiko?" She asked. "Blue and chocolates . . . Shinju's thinking about her . . . Take the chance . . . before it hurts . . . Seriously."
"What do you mean, Mari?" She asked, tilting her head.
"All that stuff . . . didn't help at . . . all. We were like . . . that once. Until we broke up two months ago . . . Remember?" Her lips pursed. " . . . You dumped me, yet you're trying to be Eros."
Another small sphere of sweat swelled on her forehead. "Ahaha . . . Yea, about that." She paused. "Love you, Mari~"
"You're . . . so hopeless," Mari yawned. "That girl is going . . . to make a fool of herself and the Etoile will fall heads over heels for her."
"I know," Umiko smiled. "It just gives me a bit of satisfaction, is all. I'm just an Eros in love. Hey, can I come to your room after curfew? Y'know, it's been a while and-" Umiko chagrined. Mari had already fallen back asleep. "Hopeless, huh . . . " She sighed.
Shinju was rather late to her agreed meeting with Aiza. She was attempting to fight off Spica's president as the two marched down the corridor together. As the senior babbled about the pride of Spica and how it must be upheld always and several items about the school festival, Shinju tried her best to keep her composure and not get an aneurysm from the throbbing vessel on her head. At first, the junior walked passed Aiza without noticing her. However, as Umiko said, she caught the sight of her favorite color, and stopped. Connecting the face to her title, Mudo-san, Shinju turned to the president and quieted her.
"Please, senpai, I can't discuss any more on the school festival. I agreed to spare some time for Mudo-san here." She placed a hand on the underclassman's shoulder. "Please, get some tea. I'll meet you in two hours in the music room."
The older student quirked both eyebrows up, then sighed. Nodding to the Etoile, she turned and left. Shinju gave Aiza her full attention. "I'm terribly sorry I'm late," she apologized. "Spica's president can be a little haughty, aha. Please-" She stepped forward into the longue room and beckoned Aiza towards the couch in the back. "Do come in and take a seat."
Shinju strode and took her usual spot on the left side. She was sporting casual clothes since school hours were over. A rose colored skirt gently blanketed her knees, which were covered in opaque stockings. A pair of white heels adorned her feet. Shinju adored heels, despite the aches it gave her. The junior fixed the sleeves of her pink cardigan and checked the opalescent buttons of her blouse. Finding that she looked presentable, she patted the seat next to her, wanting Aiza to sit before she began talking of what she requested the girl be there for.
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