Chapter 1: The Escapees Walk Down a White Path at High Noon

Chapter 1

 

The Escapees Walk Down a

White Path at High Noon

 

Growing excitement and anticipation stirred in one of the buildings on campus—Miator’s Koubu Hall. The second round of the Étoile competition—which determined the best couple to represent the three prestigious all-girl schools—had been held here.

And the winners were about to be announced.

The students, usually so prim and proper, chattered with excitement, but the announcement broke through the clamor.

“Everyone, we ask for your attention. We would like to make an announcement. The winning couple of the second round of this year’s Étoile competition is…”

The crowd fell silent.

“…Kusanagi Makoto, from St. Spica Girls’ Institute, and Byakudan Kagome, from St. Lulim Girls’ School!”

The crowd broke into wild cheers.

“Woooow!”

“Those two?”

“I knew they would win.”

“That’s great”

“What a wonderful surprise.”

Praises filled the hall as students showed their approval. But beneath the compliments, voices of criticism could also be heard.

“I can’t believe this… What a scam.” In the back row of the bleachers, Kenjo Kaname leaned against the wall, staring at Makoto as she raised her hand in victory.

Beside Kaname stood Kiyashiki Momomi, who covered her mouth with a folding fan and snickered, “You’re ticked off…yet again.” She turned to Kaname and smiled. “You’re such a sourpuss, Kaname. Just think, with Prince Amane eliminated from this round, this outcome was predictable, wasn’t it? Of course, even I’m surprised that Shizuma-oneesama dropped out, but she never should have participated in the first place.”

With no response from Kaname, Momomi sighed and continued to share her thoughts with the little panda on her folding fan. “I’m really sad that Amane-sama was disqualified, but all things considered, even if the partner is from Lulim, I hope Makoto wins for Spica’s sake.”

“Did you say ‘Makoto’?! Since when did you get so intimate with her to call her by her first name!” Kaname jerked her head around to look at Momomi, flames burning in her eyes.

“Oooh, you’re soo scary. Gee, you almost make me sound like a traitor or something.” Momomi patted Kaname’s shoulder. “Of course I wanted to see Amane-sama have a glorious victory. She would have shone as the stunning white prince. But, you know, we can’t wish for that anymore.”

Because the damage has been done.

Momomi shrugged, as if giving up, and pointed to the group on stage. She bit her lip, as if she was trying to hold herself back, and continued. “Besides, I don’t think Makoto is a bad girl at heart. Sure, she comes off as stubborn and rebellious, but she seems to be upfront, with no evil intentions. I mean, even though she sounds really rebellious and all, she didn’t trick Amane-sama or anything. She says a lot of things bluntly, but she doesn’t seem to be tricky or anything. I think she’s upfront and honest. I mean, think about it. If Princess Rokujo and the Miator Student Council were behind this, they would have planned a lot of underhanded scheming to take down Amane-sama, you know—”

Kaname interrupted. “But Miator forced their way into the competition at the last minute. You know the Miator Student Council was behind Shizuma-sama’s sudden jump into the competition. But I don’t think they had any secret plans—”

Momomi interjected, “Oh my gosh! Hey, Kaname, do you remember? Who was the first person who recommended Makoto’s transfer to Spica? And who gained the most from Makoto’s victory in this round? I also heard that Shizuma-sama’s participation was a complete surprise to the Miator Student Council. Everyone knows that Shizuma-sama entered the competition on a whim, as a tool to get closer to the new transfer student, Aoi Nagisa. Other than Rokujo Miyuki, Miator didn’t have any strong candidates in the Fifth Year classes. They were all overshadowed, virtually unnoticed, because of Shizuma-sama’s powerful presence. Also, the Miator Student Council couldn’t stand the way President Shion cockily hyped up Amane-sama’s impending victory. So they backed up Shizuma-sama’s participation, just to beat our school.” Momomi voiced her opinion with her usual machine gun rapidity, overwhelming Kaname.

“Well, that might all be true…but if Miator wasn’t serious at first…” Kaname muttered. She was surprised that Momomi, who was usually light-hearted, was taking things so seriously.

Kaname continued, “It was Lulim President Chikaru-sama who introduced Makoto to the Étoile Executive Committee… and the person who benefits most from Makoto’s victory is…”

Subconsciously, Kaname began to say “Makoto” without the honorifics, without hesitation. “Makoto herself, right?”

Momomi quickly replied to Kaname’s lazy analysis. “What will she gain from winning the Étoile crown?”

“Gain?” Kaname pondered.

“Jeez. Instead of going to Junior High here at Spica, Makoto went overseas to study music. There is absolutely no value in her coming back to study at Astraea. And I know this might sound really disrespectful, but… I’m pretty sure she thinks this whole Étoile thing is a big joke.”

Kaname’s expression hardened. “A big joke?!”

Momomi tried to calm her down. “Ohh… sorry, it’s not how I feel about it. I was just explaining how she might be feeling, okay? But… the Étoile… the Étoile is the true star of campus, the most revered couple. Outsiders probably don’t understand our point of view about it, so…”

“I guess I see your point…” Kaname agreed; even she was aware that the excitement over the Étoile probably sounded absurd to most people. But Astraea Hill, isolated from the rest of the world, had nothing besides the three prestigious all-girl schools. The Étoile competition was the only big event for the students, and it was especially important to long-time Astraea residents like Kaname and Momomi.

The Étoile—the biggest star, shining over Astraea. Every year as the time of the competition drew near, the maidens of Astraea became obsessed with the contest, wondering which couple would become the next Étoile, and rule over the school for the coming year.

The girls all knew there was no decisive factor for choosing an Étoile. There weren’t any any specific qualities one had to have in order to become an Étoile.

Beauty didn’t matter.

Leadership didn’t matter.

Good grades or being active in club activities didn’t matter.

Fashion sense and volunteer activities didn’t matter.

In fact, there were no clear-cut selection standards that qualified a couple to become an Étoile. The Accord d’Étoile—Rules of the Étoile—which were supposedly held in the Miator archives, stated, “Once a year, one senior and one junior Étoile shall be chosen to represent the student body. The pair shall serve as role models for the all of the maidens that live on Astraea Hill.”

Étoile… the one star that illuminated the entire hill. Roughly two thousand girls from affluent families were gathered in the three schools. Astrea brought together all the young flowers of the world, like lilies, cherry blossoms, peonies, and roses, producing a powerful yet sweet fragrance. The beautiful and powerful star must have an attractive force strong enough to become the center of this rich universe. The type of star no one could keep her eyes off of.

The star must be able to shine in the beautiful sky, dazzling all the girls below, a couple that all the girls admire and long for, ever-perfect role models that energized the hill to its core.

That was the world of Astrea Hill.

 

“If that’s all true, and Mokoto thinks this is some kind of joke, I don’t want her to win at all.” Kaname stared at the stage, her expression handsome instead of harsh. It was a look Momomi hasn’t seen before. She became lost in her admiration of Kaname’s face. I never noticed how pretty she is. Momomi’s cheeks turned rosy pink and she hoped her thoughts were not apparent on her face.

Kaname loved Spica. It was a place where she could be her true self. She always felt that she should have been born a male, but here she could express herself freely, without worrying about how others thought of her.

Many girls in this beloved flower garden loved her dearly. And it was here that she met Amane, the prince of her dreams. In the Prince she finally found a person to emulate. Even after Amane was eliminated, Kaname’s feelings for Amane were the same. She wished for happiness at this very place, where she found true love.

“A mere transfer student cannot possibly become our Étoile,” Kaname muttered. Her throat was suddenly dry, and she wondered if she would be able to share her thoughts without biting her own tongue. “I won’t allow a childish shorty like her to trample on our feelings.” Her fingers dug into her palms as she clenched her fists hard.

Momomi looked shocked. Does she really think Makoto is such a threat?

“Yes, Makoto is still like a child in many ways. She’s simple and honest, and in my opinion, I don’t think she’s Étoile material, but instead is longing for a reliable, older oneesama. That’s why I don’t believe Makoto is capable of tricking people. But there is someone who is known to scheme, and unlike Makoto, can benefit from this victory.”

Kaname knew exactly who Momomi was talking about. Yes, that person appears from time to time, softly urging things to go her way… Just as she finished the thought, she glared at Momomi. “I told you not to say ‘Makoto’!”

Momomi rolled her eyes. “Jeez, don’t take it wrong. It’s not like I talked to her directly or anything, okay? But it sounds weird to call her ‘Kusanagi-san’, and ‘Makoto-chan’ sounds so…”

“Humph! She’s not cute enough to be called ‘Makoto-chan’!! She looks like some sort of overhyped, snotty teen idol,” Kaname grumbled.

Momomi was amused at how seriously Kaname reacted.

“Oh, on second thought, ‘Makoto-chan’ is very fitting. She’s more of an actress than an Étoile.”

Momomi chuckled, hiding her mouth with her folding fan.

“Oh my gosh! You won’t believe it! Amane-sama and Hikari-oneesama!” The shout came from Okuwaka Tsubomi. She burst into the hall, a royal blue student council insignia embroidered on her uniform sleeve. On her face was a look of total shock, her jaws opening and closing like a fish. She took center stage in the fully packed dance hall, huffing and puffing with reddened cheeks, breathing so hard she could barely finish her announcement.

Kaname stepped up to help her. “What’s wrong, Tsubomi? What happened to Amane-sama and Hikari-oneesama?”

At the same time, a different voice overlapped Kaname’s. It was Spica’s President, Tomori Shion. Though she was supposed to be presenting the awards on stage, she left the stage and approached Tsubomi, distress in her voice

“What happened to those two…?” Both she and Kaname grabbed Tsubomi from each side. No one had seen Shion this frantic before.

“The both of them…” Tsubomi stammered nervously, her upper lip beaded with sweat. “Aaahh, umm… I overheard the nuns speaking… and…”

Everyone else in the hall began to quiet down. The girls directed their attention to Tsubomi. Murmurs swept through the crowd.

What’s wrong?

What happened to Spica’s star, the prince who lost her glory?

When the crowd fell silent, Tsubomi continued in a feeble voice. “Amane-sama and Hikari-oneesama… escaped from school…”

Shion froze in shock, and her face went pale. She staggered backward, falling on the floor.

The next instant the crowd erupted, voices of anger and excitement thundering around the ballroom. Spica’s proud white prince, disqualified from the Étoile competition and stripped of her glory, had escaped from the school with her partner.

There weren’t any clear details of what their disappearance meant, or even if it was true, but excitement brewed as the faces of the girls in the hall turned either blue from shock or red in anger.

After a while, Shion stood up again. “Everyone, please simmer down. The award ceremony is now over. Everyone please exit the hall immediately.”

Makoto stood on the empty stage, witnessing the commotion, her mind a blank except for one thought. What happened?! They left school…?

Her perplexed partner, Kagome, gazed up at Makoto. Her face was ghastly white as she stared off to a distance, like Kagome wasn’t there at all. Kagome, afraid, closed her eyes and tightly hugged her teddy bear. Makoto lost her balance and crumbled to the floor.

While most of the people had left the stage to ask Tsubomi for details, Chikaru went to Makoto’s side. Right before Makoto hit the floor, Chikaru reached out and caught her. “Phew…that was close,” Chikaru said.

Chikaru and Kagome were the only witnesses to the silent tears that rolled down Makoto’s cheeks.

 

***

 

Shizuma ran through the campus like a vicious god. I must find Nagisa immediately. She respected Miator’s rules and loved the uniform, so she rarely ran while wearing it. She felt the classical uniform skirt wasn’t made for running, and besides, it wasn’t proper for a lady to run.

Miator’s queen, Hanazono Shizuma, usually made it a point to walk calmly, gracefully, and elegantly. But when she heard the news from Miyuki and left the student council room, Shizuma’s steps became heavier and heavier, and soon she was running.

I can’t accept this situation. It must be a misunderstanding.It happened so long ago, so why? Frustration and doubt circled Shizuma’s mind. I must hear it from her mouth to believe it.

Miyuki’s words echoed in Shizuma’s head. Nagisa has probably reached her limit. I tried to have her reconsider, but when I saw her eyes…I couldn’t say anything.

“Her limit? What do you mean?” Shizuma questioned in anger.

“I believe the pressure of being by your side, Shizuma-sama, was too much for her. Being a new transfer student must have multiplied it a hundred times,” Miyuki had replied.

“But why now?”

“As I stated, she probably reached her limit today and…”

“I cannot believe this!”

“Shizuma-sama, a strong person like you does not understand such pressure. But those who are weak must always fight the temptation to flee. She had barely arrived when she was pressured to participate in the Étoile competition, the biggest event of Astraea. And as you know, there was more anticipation and excitement for this year’s competition than ever before.” Miyuki hesitated. “Nagisa did state that the main reason she chose to withdraw was because she broke the rule and saw you during the “Faceless Devil” trials, but…”

“But?”

“While I told her she was honest and conscientious, and those are both good qualities, Suzumi-san and I both tried to explain to her that she need not resign over it. So I don’t believe that the infraction was the only reason behind her withdrawal. If she really cared at all about Miator and Shizuma-sama, then…”

Shizuma was extremely irked by Miyuki’s comment. She kicked the chair as she stood. “Well, maybe you guys weren’t convincing enough? Face it, I don’t think she’d listen to you or Tamao. That’s why I should go talk to her,” Shizuma blurted.

Miyuki tried to stop Shizuma. “Please wait, it’s…” With a troubled look, she stopped short, clapped a hand over her mouth, and looked away.

Shizuma narrowed her eyes. “I haven’t seen you make a face like that in a while. You must know the other reason for Nagisa’s withdrawal… right?” She sat back down. “Miyuki…?”

What are you afraid to say? Shizuma’s voice was cold and fearful.

“Tell me now.”

Miyuki froze. She looked at the table and said in a trembling voice, “Y-Yes… it’s…” After a brief pause… “She probably felt threatened by the enormous amount of pressure created around the Étoile competition…” Miyuki shook in her chair, her whole body trembling.

Shizuma kicked the chair. “Enough already.” She stormed out of the room, creating a lot of noise, but Miyuki was too scared to look up.

 

Shizuma ran faster, as if she was trying to suppress her growing anger. Don’t make a foolish mistake, Nagisa…

I must find her and set things straight. I cannot allow her to quit the Étoile competition without my consent. It’s not like her to quit like this. My Nagisa is always bright and cheerful, never gives up, and is so very sweet. Her love and care for others is as deep as the ocean. I want to kiss her for being so beautiful and pure.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a shout.

“Shizuma-sama!”

The sound stopped Shizuma cold. She was about to leave the school building, instinctively headed for the place she and Nagisa last spoke—a section of the large Miator library called the Secret Garden. The voice came from the same direction.

Nagisa? Is she waiting for me?

Shizuma ran towards down the dim hall and up three small flights of stairs. When she reached the door that led to the garden, the bright early summer light burst through a window, momentarily blinding her. When her eyes adjusted, she saw a girl’s silhouette underneath the door’s arch.

“Hitomi?”

Togi Hitomi was in the same grade as Shizuma, and also one of her closest friends. Shizuma thought it was strange for her friend to be waiting for her like this.

“You seem to be in a hurry, eh?” Hitomi slyly smiled.

It’s no use explaining things to her, Shizuma thought as she tried to slip past Hitomi. “Yes, I’m searching for something,” Shizuma said as she tried to squeeze past Hitomi.

Hitomi grabbed her arm. She didn’t look at Shizuma, but kept her eyes forward, gazing into the distance.

“Are you looking for that girl? Even if you find her, she won’t be convinced.” Hitomi’s confrontational tone took Shizuma by surprise.

Hitomi slowly turned her head, a very serious look on her face. “Shizuma-sama…how do you…really…how did you really feel about…Kaori?”

Hitomi was usually very brash and aggressive, but she deeply admired and respected Shizuma. This was the first time she had directly confronted her friend.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” Shizuma snapped. She didn’t want to waste her time here, not when she needed to find Nagisa before she got too far away.

Shizuma didn’t look at Hitomi’s face either, and an air of uneasiness dropped over the two childhood friends. Suddenly, Hitomi began to cry.

“Kaori…,” Hitomi said between sobs, “…really loved you, Shizuma-sama…which is why I brought her to you…” She gripped Shizuma’s wrist and looked her straight in the eye. Teardrops rolled from the corners of Hitomi’s red eyes. “If she was happy to be with you, then I was fine with that…”

Hitomi, overcome, looked down. Shizuma, standing at an awkward angle, couldn’t hide her shock.

“Hitomi, don’t tell me you had feelings for her?”

It all makes sense now…Shizuma embraced Hitomi before she crumbled to the ground. Hitomi leaned into Shizuma and cried in her arms. Hitomi’s tears, spurred by her feelings for Kaori, covered Shizuma’s bosom and stained her uniform.

She held her feelings in all this time…

Shizuma recalled the darkest day of her life. At Kaori’s funeral ceremony, Shizuma remembered Hitomi standing in the shadows next to the chapel. Mizuho, who was always by her side, wasn’t with her. Instead of sharing her grief with others inside the chapel, Hitomi stood alone, crying in silence, trying to hide her tears. She had looked hopelessly sad.

Shizuma had found Hitomi’s behavior at the funeral to be peculiar. I didn’t realize how terrible Kaori’s death was for her…

Shizuma pulled Hitomi away and looked at her face. With one finger, she lifted Hitomi’s chin so she could see her properly.

Hitomi didn’t want to show Shizuma her tear-soaked face, but she complied. She was compelled to stare into Shizuma’s eyes. Shizuma planted a kiss on Hitomi’s forehead.

I’m sorry…I’m so sorry for not knowing your feelings for her. When you introduced Kaori to me for the first time in Hokkaido, in early summer, had I known about your feelings, I wouldn’t have grown so close to Kaori…

 

***

 

“Panties, socks… pajamas, towel… and umm…” Nagisa turned to look at her uniform hanging in front of the closet. It was a dark green one-piece dress—the color dubbed “Miator green”—with an off-white short-sleeve blouse.

Though it was a lightweight summer uniform, the pannier added volume and the black lace trim added finesse, giving it a classical and elegant look. It fluttered with the breeze that blew through the window.

The summer uniform was similar to the charcoal-gray winter one, which had intricate lace trim on the cuffs and collars. Its style totally set it apart from the other all-girl schools.

Nagisa recalled the excitement and worries of when she first held this uniform. “I thought I was too childish for this mature uniform,” she muttered to the empty room. She continued to pack.

I was right. This school is too mature for me. Nagisa held back her tears and stuffed her bag. Yeah, I need to leave today. I don’t belong here anymore…

She had only been at Miator for three months, but every day had been exciting. Meeting Shizuma-oneesama, sharing a room with a good friend like Tamao-chan. And the way the younger Chiyo-chan looked up to her was kind of flattering.

This place is totally different than my old neighborhood schools. Astraea Hill has a rich history, and long-standing traditions, and everyone here lives with such high standards and discipline.

Regardless of their year, everyone around Nagisa acted so mature and independent, and always looked into the future.

Maybe it’s because they have a college in mind, something to strive for, but every student always thinks about their goals in life.

Upper-class life, and the expectations that surrounded these affluent girls, made their families cautious and prudent. The girls were expected to get good grades and, here at Astrea, they could be shut out from the rest of the world. But their lives were also troubled as they were pulled into their families’ squabbles regarding heirs and the old tradition of political marriages.

Nagisa had never been exposed to such things until now. It surprised her to learn that some of the students were already engaged. What was even more surprising was that these girls, as a way to escape from the reality of their lives and to enjoy their brief youth, often had serious feelings for other girls. Such a revelation had shocked Nagisa, but, before she realized it, she had fallen right in the middle of their drama.

Nagisa had never been attracted to anyone before. All the girls around her, since elementary school—no, even kindergarten—always talked about their crushes.

Some girls had crushes on boys in their class, and some had crushes on their teacher. Others had crushes on their older cousins, and some even vowed to marry their favorite singers. But Nagisa had had no interest in such games.

“Nagisa-chan, who do you have a crush on?”

Every time someone asked me that question, I always just scratched my head and said that I didn’t have anyone in mind. But nobody believed me, and they teased me for hiding my feelings. But, I really…

Nagisa had only been at Miator for three months, but she had accumulated a lot of things. She tried to stuff them into her bag.

I really didn’t have any crushes back then. I was just happy to be with my family and had lots of fun with all my friends. The thought of having a crush never occurred to me.

Nagisa’s happiness came from simple things: pretty meadowsweet blossoms, or eating a delicious apple pie with friends at a classy café. She had never experienced the excitement of seeing a person she liked at school, or being able to talk to the person she liked at the student council. She couldn’t even imagine how she’d feel if she ever fell in love with someone.

But when Shizuma…oh, how my heart throbbed!

Nagisa blushed at her own thoughts. Her first kiss had been with another girl whom she just met, before she could experience first love with a boy.

Nagisa’s hands, busy packing, stopped. She thought about what she had done at this school. Her hands flew to her mouth as her tears bubbled up in her eyes.

I never realized how much…I love Shizuma-oneesama…

Nagisa realized she had experienced her first love. Oh jeez…

She didn’t even bother to wipe her tears, but just stood there, lost in her overwhelming emotions. Then another thought occurred to her, like a stab to the heart. She was leaving.

I can’t go back now…

The Miator students would never forgive Nagisa for quitting the esteemed Étoile competition. Many students at Miator thought a new transfer student like Nagisa shouldn’t have entered the competition, but had grudgingly accepted her because Miator didn’t have any other viable candidates.

Of course, Nagisa wasn’t the person everyone was rooting for—the Miator students had put all their hopes into Miator’s Queen, Hanazomo Shizuma. She was the only person who had a chance to defeat Prince Amane, Spica’s white prince, the most likely to win the Étoile crown.

Knowing how Shizuma was—confident and overindulgent—and no matter how spontaneous her decision, she chose Nagisa to be her partner. The students had no choice but to accept Nagisa to ensure Miator’s chance at victory.

It was the only reason Nagisa was tolerated.

Well, we did win second place in the first round…for Miator…

The Miator students had supported them, for the sake of Miator’s honor, as they watched the competition. I was just a tag-along, Nagisa thought. They never said anything, but I knew they all wanted me to just stay silent and ride on the coattails of Shizuma-sama’s glories.

But I was okay with that, because, while being with Shizuma-sama brought me immeasurable amounts of anxiety and nervousness, I also felt an indescribable happiness. I didn’t expect Shizuma-oneesama to care for me so much. It was a little overbearing.

The way Shizuma’s whim had stirred up Nagisa’s life she couldn’t enjoy normal campus life because of all the jealousy and whispers. She readily admitted that she wasn’t the right person to be Shizuma-sama’s partner.

“I know Shizuma-oneesama is a really wonderful person and all, but I’m not a good match for her. It’s got to be some sort of mistake. I’m really honored that she wants to be with me, but I don’t know what to do.”

I must have been smiling when I said that, because everyone shrugged off my concerns. They must have thought that I enjoyed the attention. But I told them I didn’t want to compete.

 

Knock, knock, knock, knock…

The startled Nagisa dropped the clothing in her hands. A pair of white panties landed on her knees.

“No! Please! Nagisa-chan, don’t go…!”

Suzumi Tamao burst into the room and threw herself at Nagisa, sobbing.

 

***

 

Two girls walked under the bright sun, along a small wooded path that led to the coast. The sound of waves could be heard from a distance.

“Ah, the gymnaster flowers are blooming,” Hikari said. She pranced to the side of the path and picked a tiny, light blue flower. She looked over her shoulder, excited. “This flower blooms at this time of year. It’s really plain, but awfully cute, and it’s one of my favorites.”

Amane reached out to Hikari’s hand holding the flower. “Yes, this flower is pretty. Like you, Hikari.”

Instead of reaching for the flower, Amane reached for Hikari’s hand. Hikari jumped and dropped the flower. Amane scooped up the flower before it reached the ground and brought it to Hikari’s face.

Hikari’s cheeks turned crimson. “Sorry, I’m so clumsy.” She covered her reddened cheeks with her hand, a gesture that Amane thought was endearing. She chuckled and patted Hikari’s head.

“You’re so adorable, Hikari.” Amane put the flower in Hikari’s hand and kissed it. Hikari’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.

Hikari and Amane were enjoying their brief escape from reality. They didn’t know where their spontaneous decision to leave Astrea would lead them, but they didn’t care. They were just happy to bask under the bright summer sun, enjoying this blissful moment.

Hikari was thinking about the rumors she had heard before they left. Maybe Amane-oneesama couldn’t bear the Spica lifestyle anymore, and that’s why she left with me.

Even Hikari had noticed the enormous amount of pressure put upon Amane at school. Of course it was all because she is a stunning prince. Hikari watched Amane walking down to the beach with a handsome posture, and understood why Amane captivated everyone’s hearts. Every morning, the Amane-wannabees met her at the gate. In the hallways, the lowerclassmen cheered and whispered as she walked by, and during lunch, the students lined up outside her classroom and made up excuses just to see her. There were crowds of fans around her all day long, even after school at the horse track, and in the Strawberry Dorms upon her return. It had gotten so stressful, Amane had told Hikari that she had stopped going to the large bath in the Strawberry Dorms three years ago, and that she avoided the midnight parties if she could.

Hikari had had an uncomfortable experience at a midnight party, but everyone else seemed to enjoy it, and if Kaname hadn’t said those things, Hikari could have enjoyed the tea and sweets.

It was a shame that Amane-sama couldn’t even enjoy such an event. How much pain did Amane-sama have to endure when she declared that she wanted to be normal, like everyone else?

Hikari understood the feelings of Amane’s fans all too well, but she only knew a little about Amane’s feelings. She knew that Amane loved Spica, which was why she had agreed to enter the Étoile competition, even if it was only half-heartedly. But despite their best efforts, Kusanagi Makoto appeared and ruined everything.

It was Hikari’s fault for getting disqualified and sent to their rooms, under restriction.

At least that’s what Amane’s fans all said. Hikari thought it wouldn’t be surprising if Amane hated Spica by now. Hikari was happy that Amane had chosen, and her heart was warmed by the golden rays of the sun.

 

How did we end up like this? Amane wondered. Ever since I met Hikari, I’ve been acting really strange. I wanted to see Hikari so bad I broke the Étoile competition rules.

Amane would usually never do such a thing. We only had to hold on for only four more days! If Amane had been stronger, they wouldn’t have been disqualified from the second round, and they wouldn’t have had to run away from Astrea Hill.

Though Amane felt the Étoile competition was pretty outrageous at times, she was never angry about it. No matter how much she despised being treated like a prince she accepted it, as long as she was able to attend Spica. She had been at the school since she was four years old, and she loved Spica.

If she could bear it for two more years, she would finish her obligations. After all, there weren’t many places like Spica, which allowed her to ride horses all she wanted. She enjoyed the simple regimen of going to school and coming back to the Strawberry Dorms each day.

To be able to enjoy life at Spica was worth giving up some freedom. At least, that’s what Amane had always thought. But when Hikari appeared, it was as if a bright light had cut through the clouds, and an angelic voice had come down.

A turbulent storm riled Amane’s heart. Even now Amane didn’t understand why she had such an overwhelming desire to see Hikari that night. After all, she only had to wait only four more days to see her. That was it. She had been stupid enough to think she wouldn’t be caught. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that her secret meeting with Hikari might have been exposed. Maybe, subconsciously, I was angry over a rule that prevented me from seeing Hikari.

That evening, Amane went to the chapel just to see Hikari. When Amane saw her little flower, she wanted to hold Hikari in her arms. She asked Hikari to meet her at the chapel again later.

She was surprised that Makoto had told the sisters about their meeting, but she wasn’t angry. It wasn’t Makoto’s fault. It was Amane’s. She had convinced Hikari, who wasn’t familiar enough with Spica’s rules to know any better, to come meet her, which caused Hikari to get locked up in her own room, under restriction.

And now, she had Hikari flee from the school with her. Amane felt bad for Hikari, but was overjoyed to be alone with her. Hikari, laughing under the bright sunlight, was simply dazzling.

No, Amane had no regrets about leaving Astrea.

This was the only thing we could do.

 

“Amane-sama! I can see the ocean!” Hikari yelled. The sparkling blue water peeked between the trees, winking at them in the sun, begging them to come and play.

 

***

 

The summer sun turned orange. It was near sunset.

“Your clothes are getting dirty,” Amane said with a chuckle.

Hikari tried to pat off the sand that stuck to her skirt. “Goodness, it’s really dirty. And I was being so careful not to get it wet.”

Hikari, cheerful as ever, lifted her skirt, exposing her pale white thighs.

“Your panties will show if you raise it any higher,” Amane said softly.

“Huh? Oh my gosh! Don’t look, Amane-sama.” Hikari blushed and tried to lower her skirt.

Amane grabbed Hikari’s hand. “Stop! Your skirt will get wet.” Amane’s hands stopped on Hikari’s thighs.

Hikari’s heart jumped and something swelled in her throat.

“Ah, umm… but…” Hikari weakly pushed away Amane’s hand.

“Don’t worry. There’s no one around but me. You shouldn’t get your skirt wet.” Amane pushed against Hikari’s hands and slid her hands up Hikari’s thighs.

Hikari gasped and froze, her eyes closed. Amane slowly dropped to her knees, her face almost scraping Hikari’s body. She grasped the edges of Hikari’s skirt, stuck between her thighs and pulled it out. The cool sunset breeze gently passed through the gap between her thighs.

Hikari felt a single drop of nectar trickle from inside her body.

Amane inhaled Hikari’s sweet fragrance, an enchanting floral scent, and swooned. She swallowed deeply and shook her head to clear away the sweet temptation. “Let’s go.”

 

Amane led Hikari to her family’s beachside mansion. The modern one-story house was made of bright gray concrete and glass windows and, compared to the dark rooms Hikari had been stuck in during restriction, the building looked brilliant.

Amane brought Hikari to the shower room, accessible directly from the outside. Both girls removed their sandy clothes. There were three booths in the white-tiled shower room.

“Please use any of them. I’ll go get some towels,” Amane said.

Each shower booth was separated by beautiful frosted glass partitions. Hikari bashfully hid her body and ran inside the booth on the end. She turned the knob to let the hot water spurt out.

“Ahh…that feels so good.”

Hikari’s body, which had been chilled by the sea breezes, was warmed by the shower’s hot water. She closed her eyes, lost in her thoughts. Images of Amane swam through her mind, smiling and laughing.

Amane-sama…

Hikari felt unexpectedly carefree and really happy, despite having run away from school with Amane.

I thought I would be really nervous with Amane today, because I adore her. Until now, every time I was with Amane-sama, I was both honored and somewhat nervous to be with her.

But today when Amane-sama touched me, my heart thumped wildly, but I also felt at ease… and looked Amane-sama in the eye without hesitation. My nervousness was lost in the happiness of being with Amane-sama. I’m just so happy.

Hikari’s hearted swelled with emotion, and tears leapt to her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Hikari?” Amane, wearing only a large white shirt, held a waffle patterned bath towel and robe.

“A-Amane-sama! It’s nothing.”

Hikari tried to rub the tears from her eyes, but Amane entered the booth before she got a chance. Amane wrapped her arms around Hikari and lifted her face. Hikari’s face was wet from the shower, but small teardrops fell from her eyes and clung to her cheeks.

Amane looked concerned. “Are you crying?” It’s my fault…Is she thinking about school? Maybe she feels helpless, like I forced her to run away.

On impulse, Amane placed her lips over Hikari’s closed eye. She licked Hikari’s tears.

“Ah…” Hikari moaned.

When Amane heard the sound her animal instincts took over. Only the sound of the shower was heard as Amane sealed Hikari’s lips with hers. Hikari’s body stiffened from surprise, but Amane pushed her against the wall and pressed her body against Hikari’s.

I’m never letting go of you. I’m going to be with you forever…

Amane placed her lips on Hikari’s neck. “You’re mine, Hikari…” Hikari’s body is really hot. I wonder if the shower warmed her up.

She touched Hikari’s breast. Beneath the small, teacup-sized bud of flesh, Amane could feel Hikari’s heart pounding.

“You’re absolutely beautiful.” Amane leaned down and tried to kiss Hikari’s bosom.

“Ah… aahhh… no…” Hikari suddenly shoved Amane.

“Hikari?”

Amane was pushed out of the shower booth, confused about what had happened. She stood there, water falling from her short bangs. Why? Amane looked up—Hikari was beet red and trembling. She looked down at her hands as if they weren’t her own.

“Do you not want me to touch you?” Amane asked.

Amane looked really sad, and Hikari suddenly realized what she had just done.

“N-No, that’s not it… I really love you, Amane-sama!” Hikari replied quickly. “But I’ve never been touched like that before, so I was surprised.” Why did I push her away? This is so embarrassing! If Amane-sama wants me, I’d give myself to her… I really want to. This was the first time Hikari had ever been in this situation, and she was so confused. I mean, before coming to Spica, I never imagined being with a girl like this…

“I just got so nervous, thinking about being with my beloved Amane-same, and…” Hikari as she looked down, embarrassed.

“You’re so beautiful, Hikari,” Amane said. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you forever.”

 

Hikari recalled the night her breasts had been kissed by another girl. That time she didn’t feel uncomfortable being intimate. Instead of the fluttering excitement she had felt with Amane, she had been overcome by a sense of security and sensual pleasure, so she allowed herself to be caressed by the other girl. Amane’s hands had brought those memories to the surface. The other girl’s hands had slid all over Hikari’s body so naturally, slowly building inside Hirkari a deep ecstasy. In the back of Hikari’s mind she knew this wasn’t a normal type of intimacy, but for some reason, she felt that what Yaya did to her was okay. Right up until this moment with Amane, Hikari had felt it was an expression of friendship.

“Yaya-chan…”

When she heard that girl’s name, Amane couldn’t maintain her cool. Her face twitched.

“Yaya? What did Yaya do?”

“Um, the other night, Yaya-chan…”Hikari stopped. She didn’t know how to finish the sentence. She closed her eyes and thought about what to say to Amane. Hikari had believed that happened between her and Yaya was an act of friendship. Not with her head, but with her body. A normal friendship wouldn’t lead to that sort of thing, but because it was Yaya… It was true that Yaya had taken off Hikari’s clothes, caressed her body, and kissed her ears, fingers, and breasts. But at the same time, Yaya had also petted Hikari’s head, hugged her, and whispered into her ear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. You should have more confidence in yourself, because a person like me loves you very much.”

Hikari had been waiting for someone to tell her.

Have more confidence in yourself. Yaya whispered sweet words in her ear. The pool in the evening, with steam rising, under the moon, was like a dream. With those words and sensual hands, Hikari relaxed her body.

And Hikari knew that Yaya truly loved her, and that she wished for Hikari’s happiness. What their classmates said about Yaya wasn’t true—she wasn’t just full of lust. Hikari felt Yaya’s deep friendship. She showed her love not only with her words, but with her whole body, because that was how she expressed herself.

Hikari had accepted Yaya’s feelings with her body. But how could Hikari explain it to Amane? Even now Hikari didn’t feel guilty about it. Yaya was her friend. The way she expressed herself was a bit peculiar, but it had actually helped Hikari to feel better about herself, and her situation at school. She didn’t think it was an act of betrayal towards Amane.

But how would Amane react? Hikari was afraid to find out.

“Hikari? Amane called out to her again. “Hikari, did Yaya do something to you?” Amane’s last words trembled. Amane knew about Yaya’s love for women.

When Hikari opened her eyes, Amane was drenched from head to toe, and her face was ghostly white. She stared at Hikari, wearing a look of disbelief. The rain-drop sound of the shower was so distant. Hikari fidgeted. She didn’t want Amane to misunderstand the situation.

“Oh, no! Yaya-chan just tried to cheer me up. I know people misunderstand her, but she’s my best friend. She has always supported me for being with Amane-sama. I depended on Yaya-chan a lot. But, you know, she’s that kind of person, and she did hug me quite often. But it’s different from the way you hug me, Amane-sama. Because I… I… love you, Amane-sama…”

Hikari didn’t know why, but her heart ached as she said it. “I love you so much, Amane-sama…so when you touch me, I get so…” Hikari started crying again.

Amane was taken aback by Hikari’s explanations. She reached in and turned off the shower. Everything seemed to drop into sudden quiet.

“I see. I’m sorry for saying such a stupid thing.” Amane covered Hikari’s head with a towel. With her face hidden, she hugged Hikari.

“I don’t doubt you, Hikari.”

She put the bath robe around Hikari’s shoulders. “Here. Get dressed before you catch a cold.” She gave Hikari a gentle, reassuring smile.

 

Hikari borrowed clothes from Amane, but they were so big on her, it made her giggle. When she was dressed, she went into the large living room that faced the ocean. She sat on the sofa next to Amane. Amane had prepared some warm ginger tea. Hikari took a drink, and the warmth and sweetness went down her throat, soothing Hikari’s dry mouth.

Hikari tried her best to explain again what had happened between her and Yaya. She spoke deliberately, and carefully tried to clear any misunderstanding. Hikari wanted Amane to understand Yaya’s feelings. She explained everything, told Amane every last detail of that night.Yaya did take off Hikari’s clothes and fondled her body. But that was Yaya’s way of expressing her friendship. Hikari believed it was the only way Yaya knew how to express her feelings.

After Hikari finished speaking, she looked up at Amane, worry lining her face.

Amane paused before she responded. “If… it helped you, Hikari, I guess I need to go thank her as well. If she hadn’t been around to help you, you might’ve quit the Étoile competition and disappeared from my life forever.”

“No way…” Hikari blurted out, making Amane laugh.

“But we ended up quitting anyway, and running away, so I guess it doesn’t matter, huh? If we run into Yaya, I’m sure she’d be mad at us. How scary!” Amane joked.

Hikari laughed. “Oh, Amane-sama… I think…” She blushed. “I think Yaya-chan would be happy for us.”

Amane patted Hikari’s head, stood up, and told her she’d be back with more ginger tea. As she turned her back to Hikari and walked towards the kitchen door, Amane’s expression darkened.

There’s no mistake that Yaya really loves Hikari. She loves her so much that she accepts my relationship with Hikari. Hikari just doesn’t realize it. What kind of person caresses a girl as an act of friendship? I find it hard to believe. I know my desire to touch Hikari’s body is NOT from friendship.

Especially with Yaya…

Yaya claims to only love women, so it’s hard to believe that Yaya was able to make Hikari feel at ease while she was being passionately fondled…

Would I have been able to hold back like Yaya, if I were in her shoes?

 

***

 

“What are you doing?” a surprised Nagisa asked Tamao.

“Well gee, that’s what I came to talk to you about. I didn’t see you at Koubu Hall, and then they made that shocking announcement about your withdrawal and… then, I rush back here and find you getting ready to run away from home!”

“Run away from home? Well, umm…” Nagisa stammered. “I-I’m not…”

“Oh, come on, I see your luggage! I knew you’d do this, Nagisa-chan. I assume that since you quit the Étoile competition, you convinced yourself that you couldn’t stay here any longer, right?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“That’s why I came back, to beg you to reconsider. Gosh, I don’t know why you decided to quit, but… Wait, I know! You couldn’t forgive yourself for hiding out in the bathroom, right? But that was unavoidable. You don’t need to worry about that stuff, Nagisa-chan! Or, did you finally realize you wanted to dance with me instead of Shizuma-sama? Aww, gee, Nagisa-chan, you’re so honest! Of course you’d love me over Shizuma-sama.” She winked at Nagisa, laughing. “Come on, don’t run away from home…” Tamao chattered so fast Nagisa could barely get in a reply. But Tamao’s teasing made Nagisa’s despair disappear.

“Run away from home? Gosh, I’m not running away from home. I’m trying to run back home!”

“Jeez, Nagisa-chan, are you still thinking like that? Don’t you know that Strawberry Dorm is your home now? And since I’m your roommate, I’m your family. Actually, I don’t really care about why you quit the Étoile. Oh, fine, I’ll come clean. I was lying when I said I was rooting for you as a fellow Miator student!”

“Ehh?” Nagisa was taken by complete surprise at her comment.

“Ah, well, I did want you to do your best. But Nagisa-chan, you’re actually mine, so I didn’t want you to compete in the Étoile competition with Shizuma-sama. If you’re with me, I guarantee that you’ll have fun. I mean, my biggest pleasure in life is to provide you with great tasting desserts. I’ll do homework with you, sleep in the same bed with you, and I’ll even massage you whenever you want.” Tamao sat beside Nagisa and hugged her, then slid down and placed her head in Nagisa’s lap.

“Ahaha… that tickles!” Nagisa cried out.

“Oh, good. Do you want me to tickle you some more?” Tamao tickled Nagisa in various places.

“Kyaah! Stop! You know I’m very ticklish…” Nagisa tried to squirm away, but Tamao pinned her down.

After a while, both of them had red faces, sweating, gasping, and laughing. Before she knew it, all of Nagisa’s negative thoughts were gone.

“Darnit, I was trying to leave before anyone noticed,” she mumbled, staring at the bright sunshine that poured through the window.

“You know I wouldn’t let you get away like that,” Tamao said. “Would you like some tea? I have some of your favorite crescent cookies left over.”

But Nagisa replied, “Thanks, but I really should leave.”

“Nagisa-chan…” Tamao looked up. “You should just forget about Shizuma-oneesama,” muttered Tamao. Nagisa became quiet.

I guess that wasn’t convincing enough. Tamao thought… and unlike her usual character, became adamant.

“Shizuma-oneesama probably won’t be mad at you for withdrawing from the Étoile competition, regardless of your reasons. And now that you’ve withdrawn, you can’t undo it. On top of that, if you leave Shizuma-sama, I’m sure she’ll recover in no time. Shizuma-sama can choose anyone from her pool of hopefuls. Her policy is to accept all and chase no one; in fact, she changes partners almost monthly. She’ll go out with anyone as long as they’re cute. You can bet she’ll find a new girl without missing a beat.”

I think my words were a bit harsh. It pains my heart to be so blunt with her. I hope she’s not hurt.

Tamao cautiously checked Nagisa’s expression. Nagisa had a big smile on her face.

“Yeah, you’re right. Shizuma-oneesama only thought of me as a stupid, naïve transfer student, so she wouldn’t miss me if I left her.”

I didn’t mean to be so mean, Nagisa. Tamao tried to say something, but Nagisa kind of knew what Tamao was trying to say, so she pretended to be mature and looked at Tamao.

“I won’t think about Shizuma-sama anymore.”

A chill ran down Tamao’s spine as Nagisa continued. “I know that I don’t match Shizuma-sama at all. That’s why I’ve given up. My withdrawal may mean nothing to Shizuma-sama, or might she might even be relieved she doesn’t have to deal with me anymore. But everyone at Miator might feel differently, right?” Nagisa’s said, half-hoping.

Tamao gulped. Ohh, she’s given up completely. Where did my innocent little Nagisa learn to make such a face? The idea of Nagisa’s heart breaking made Tamao want to cry.

Nagisa went on. “Everyone is probably mad at me. I didn’t mean to, but a transfer student like me, who participated in the Étoile competition half-heartedly, only to quit halfway and stuff… I can’t blame them if they accuse me of not taking the Étoile competition seriously.”

“Ohh, Nagisa-chan, don’t think like that.”

Tamao was jealous of Shizuma, because Nagisa cared for her so much. It made Tamao sad. And upset that Nagisa harbored such feelings about Shizuma and not her.

“Ohh, Nagisa-chan, you’re just going crazy because everyone’s bullied you so much!” Tamao finally chattered again. “But you don’t need to worry about any of that!” She hugged Nagisa. “If you decide to leave Shizuma-sama, that’s fine. And don’t worry about the Étoile competition. Everyone assumed the Prince would take the crown this year, so no one at Miator expected to win. And you were bullied so much, because all the other students were jealous of you, having the campus queen pay you so much attention.”

Tamao made a silent vow to Nagisa. Everything will be okay from now on, because I won’t let Shizuma-sama near you anymore. Rest assured, I’ll protect you. I’ll make you forget Shizuma-sama.

“Hey, Nagisa-chan, how about this? Promise me that you won’t see Shizuma-sama ever again. Just tell everyone that Shizuma-sama dumped you. That way, no one will say anything bad about you. They all know Shizuma-sama changes partners on a whim. And you can enter the Étoile competition with me next year! What do you think?”

Nagisa’s laugh was weak. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Come on, we can win for sure next year! If we do, then everyone will have to accept you, right? Right? Don’t you think it’s a brilliant plan?” Tamao playfully pinched sad Nagisa’s cheeks and pulled them up.

“Nagisa-chan, if you’re with me, I think we can win the Étoile crown. Actually, President Rokujo has been asking me to enter, but I wasn’t really interested. But if I pair up with you, Nagisa-chan, I’ll have a lot of fun. And we can actually put all that dance practice to good use!”

Nagisa hung her head. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. You taught me so much, Tamao-chan, but all that effort was wasted. I’m so sorry, Tamao-chan.” She dropped her head lower.

Tamao hugged her happily. “Yeah, that’s right! Now I remember. Nagisa-chan, you’re absolutely right! You totally used me. I skipped all my club practices and council meetings just to coach you, Nagisa-chan!”

“I know.” Nagisa shrank behind her shoulders, but Tamao grabbed her arms.

“If you want to make it up to me, you need to win the Étoile crown with me. It’s a promise, okay? And don’t ever see Shizuma-oneesama.” Tamao grinned.

Nagisa wasn’t sure how all of it connected, but Tamao was trying so hard to cheer her up. As she heard Tamao blather, her feelings of desperation went away, and she felt better.

“Gosh… Tamao-chan, you’re so silly…” Nagisa chuckled. Her desire to leave the school grew smaller and smaller. Oh well, whatever. I’ll just stay here a little longer. She didn’t want to leave Tamao-chan and her kindness just yet. I’ll stay until I gather enough courage to leave again.

Tamao didn’t notice Nagisa’s change in heart. “Promise? Great. Okay, it’s time to celebrate with some delicious tea! I’ll break out the vanilla tea, my special blend, and… Nagisa-chan’s favorite crumble pie.”

Nagisa jumped up. “What? We still had some left over?! You told me we ate it all.”

“Tsk…I knew you liked it so much, Nagisa-chan, I ordered a new batch the next day! I was holding onto it for an emergency.”

“Emergency?” Nagisa asked, perplexed.

“Yes, for celebrations like today, and other purposes…”

Tamao sat next to Nagisa again and hugged her. “And, for things like…” Tamao stared into Nagisa’s eyes and brought her face closer.

Nagisa was confused …Hmm? This is…weird…what is she trying to…

Tamao was so close they were almost touching. “Okay? This is to promise that you won’t meet Shizuma-oneesama anymore. And that you’ll enter the Étoile competition with me.”

Tamao leaned into a dazed Nagisa, and lightly placed her lips on Nagisa’s.

Knock, knock, knock…

Someone knocked on the door. Before either Nagisa or Tamao could do anything, the door opened.

“Excuse me…Kyaaaah!” Chiyo’s scream echoed through the hallway.

Tamao snapped her fingers. “Aww, I almost had her.”

Nagisa snapped out of her trance. “Chiyo-chan, what’s wrong…?”

Tsukidate Chiyo’s face was beet red as she answered, “U-Umm, I was worried about Nagisa-oneesama. I thought Nagisa-oneesama was upset or something, so I thought I’d make some tea.”

Tamao switched back to her usual self. “Aww, Chiyo-chan, you’re so sweet for worrying about her. That’s wonderful. We’d be glad to have some tea.” Tamao added a wink.

 

***

 

As commotion stirred all over campus, in the Student Council room, Rokujo Miyuki sank in the president’s chair. The enormous leather chair enveloped her whole body, including her head. It was her personal chair, one she brought into the room. She loved that chair; it was the chair of St. Miator Girls’ Academy Student Council President. But in her current miserable state, she knew it was only a matter of time before she’d lose this special privilege.

Miyuki was alone in the silent council room. Anytime she wanted to think, she came here. She’d only come when she was sure no one was around, during classes or breaks. But today was different. She was ashamed of herself, but running here was the only way she could deal with this situation. Shameful as it was, she was using this place to hide.

She couldn’t bring herself to go to Koubu Hall, where the second round of the Étoile competition was being held.

The winners of the round are probably being announced about now. I wonder which couple won? Did the Spica-Lulim pair of Kusanagi Makoto and Byakudan Kagome—the first couple in history that paired up students from two schools—sweep the competition? Oh well, all that means nothing to me now.

Even though Miator students had entered the contest, Miyuki no longer cared about the Étoile competition. Not now, since Shizuma and Nagisa had quit.

Though she had urged Shizuma’s participation in the competition, Miyuki had kind of expected this outcome. I miscalculated everything.

Miyuki recalled Nagisa’s face when she declared her withdrawal. She looked so desperate. And though she never stated clearly why she wanted to quit, judging from her facial expression, I have some ideas. Someone either fooled Nagisa with false information, or she was hurt by jealousy, or maybe it had something to do with Sakuragi Kaori. Regardless, she probably felt she could no longer be with Shizuma. Nagisa probably couldn’t bear it anymore. One way or another, I expected this to occur.

Miyuki stopped her self-loathing for a moment, switching to repentance. I feel bad for putting Nagisa through all this. Shizuma-sama’s starry brilliance is much too strong. She burns out all the other little stars surrounding her. Shizuma is like a large, fixed star that continues to expand. The only way other stars can survive is either to be just as strong and passionate, or stay far out of her orbit to avoid being sucked in by her gravity.

Neither option is easy. It’s hard to maintain your sense of self next to Shizuma’s overpowering presence, and even if you try to keep your distance, before you know it you’re pulled into Shizuma’s aura.

Miyuki shook herself free from melancholy and stood up.

This is not the time to reflect on Shizuma. How will the Miator students react to this turn of events? Miator has lost all chances to attain the Étoile crown this year. Non-participation was one thing, but having candidates compete in the competition, only to quit mid-way is unacceptable. Considering this is Shizuma’s second chance in the competition, and all the coordination that was involved, the student body will demand something from me for this horrible outcome. Should I expect to get fired? Or should I take responsibility and submit my resignation before that happens?

While Miyuki stood pondering, the door opened. The fragrant aroma of olives filled the room, and Marikoya Aiko, the Miator Secretary, entered the room, looking down. She gasped when she looked up and saw Miyuki.

“I apologize. I didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

Miyuki waved her hand languidly, as if to say, “Don’t worry about me.”

Aiko smirked at Miyuki’s obviously depressed state.

Huh? Miyuki, thought, surprised. She didn’t expect that reaction from Aiko. The girl was tall and quite beautiful, so she was really popular among the lowerclassmen. There were several reasons she was content to being just a secretary, though she could have aspired much higher. Her face was always a mask, emotionless, a result of her upbringing in a former noble family.

So when Aiko smiled happily, Miyuki knew something big was up.

“But I am glad you’re here, Miyuki-sama.” Aiko held out the folder in her hands. “I found a document that you may find interesting.”

She silently walked over to Miyuki. “I hope you find this useful. For the person I admire…”

Aiko bowed to Miyuki and knelt beside her chair. She presented Miyuki with the file. It was an official document with the St. Miator Student Council watermark. The cover bore these words:

Emergency Report Regarding the Expulsion of Kusanagi Masaki, the first permanent Étoile

It was dated roughly nine years ago.