Drabble 3
Life had a funny way of taking all you had experienced and shoving it back in your face when you least expected it. That was the redhead's opinion, at any rate. She had suspected life had a sick sense of humour but her current situation just confirmed it. Standing only ten feet away from her was the woman she had so easily turned to hating all those years ago and she, in turn, had hated her right back, it seemed. But one day that hate had turned to pity and Nao couldn't stand that. To be hated was easy for her to handle but to be pitied meant she was pathetic, not even worth such a strong emotion as hate.
Emerald eyes surveyed her for several long moments and she could feel her skin become clammy under her drenched clothes. She took in a deep breath, determined not to let any sign of discomfort show to the other woman. If there was one thing she had left, then it was her control. And then the dark-haired woman looked away, her eyes drawn to the main building of Fuuka Gakuen, a darkness falling over her features as she studied it. Nao found herself taking a good, long look at the other woman whilst her attention was elsewhere. She wore jeans and a dark leather jacket, her frame still lithe and toned from what Nao could tell. Her face had matured over the years though, a little of her youthful innocence lost with the passing of time. The hair was shorter than it had been but only by a few inches and Nao wondered why she'd even noticed such a small difference.
Natsuki turned her head to look back at her, her eyes clouded over as if she'd been lost in deep thought. Her lips parted ever so slightly as if she was about to speak but no words emerged. Nao swallowed quickly, her throat having become unusually dry. They stood like that for a while longer and the redhead had no idea how much time had actually passed when Natsuki turned and began to walk away. This was almost surreal. Nao found herself walking forwards after the other woman, the reason for her coming here fresh in her mind. Soon, she saw the street ahead and a large sports bike sitting at the end of the path. She recognised it as Natsuki's "type".
As the other woman rifled through her jacket pockets for something, Nao felt a sense of urgency rise within her. She just knew if she let this moment pass, she'd end up regretting it. Though for what reason, she wasn't sure. "Kuga, wait," she muttered, still not able to muster a shout.
Natsuki paused, her keys jingling from a finger as she pulled them from her pocket. The sound seemed to be the only in the world at that moment and unbearably intrusive. Then, it was joined by a soft sigh before a low, raspy voice reached her ears, "Nao."
END OF DRABBLE
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