It's Always the Quiet Ones
Comments
Reader458 - the shadows are not directly under Zazie's control, though they tend to look out for Her best interests.
SoftRogue - Bingo! the little actress and another girl will be feature prominently in this snippet. as for the quiet girl like zazie think... Who is the only other girl that doesn't talk to anyone?
mickl3 - It will be good times.
Snippet
The junior high drama club was not set to meet until later in the afternoon, but there were preparations that needed to be done. Usually these fell to the most dependable member, as well as one that had the free time. It was these two factors that set Natsumi Murakami as the likely choice. In nearly all respects Natsumi was an average girl, though placed in a class of unique and beautiful girls like 2-A revealed her distinctly below average self-esteem.
And thus the small sigh she allowed herself as she worked through the costumes for the next coming production was not unexpected. Eyes glanced over to the small pile of neatly printed scripts. She's worked very hard for the audition, and made a good enough impression to get a title role in Romeo and Juliet. Though it wasn't the role she was aiming form. "Romeo..." she grumbled. It was an honor enough to be sure but Juliet had been passed on to a girl with more 'fitting looks' even though she had qualified for the role. "Why do I always have to play the male parts?"
"Oh will you shut up with that already." the actress flinched under the harsh glare from the desk up front. Chisame Hasagawa shifted her glasses, "I may have agreed to fix the code on your website but that doesn't mean I have to put up with your constant moping."
"S-sorry Hasegawa-san." Natsumi swallowed nervously trying to focus on hanging the costumes once more. Chisame was not someone she normally associated with but when the clubs website got hacked she couldn't think of anyone else that could fix it so they wouldn't lose what they had already put up. Both girls returned to working in silence when the door creaked slightly having opened a crack. The actress looked up curiously, she had been sure it was closed before. Before she could even move to rectify the situation her sensei scrambled through the door bracing himself against it catching his breath.
"Natsumi-san, you have to hide me!" he pleaded as she took his appearance into consideration. His jacket was missing; his shirt was uneven, hair ruffled and what could be seen as faint lip-gloss marks on his neck and cheeks. He looked so desperate for help she could hardly turn him down.
"Um r-right." her mind raced looking to Chisame if she had any suggestion but all she got was a roll of the eyes before her classmate went back to work. "The closet!" she parted the costumes and motioned for him to head inside. Without a moments hesitation Negi rushed over and crouched down in the closet. "You should be safe in here sensei," she said softly. Unable to resist casting a sideways glance to him as she moved the costumes back in place. She gave a grateful smile that triggered warmth in her chest.
"Thank you so much Natsumi-san...I owe you." He relaxed a little between the struggle and escape he was glad to sit.
"D-don't mention it..." she blushed as the warmth grew, since when did Negi have such an effect on her? Circumstances didn't let her mind wander too much as a clamor of voices could be heard.
"He must have doubled back on us."
"He probably ducked into one of the class rooms, he's so smart..." The door opened to the sight of at least 8 members of 2-A, all looking around expectantly.
"Negi-sensei!"
"Murakami-san have you seen Negi-kun?" Konoka asked with a smile. "He's been a very naughty boy and run off," she giggled lightly. Negi as stock still, he didn't even allow himself to breath. It was hard to repress the urge to hug him; he looked so cute and vulnerable. Natsumi swallowed, torn between trying to give a coherent lie or succumb to the odd feelings.
"Natsumi?"
"Ahh, well..."
"Does it LOOK like he's here?" Chisame's voice pierced the tension, calm logical, and perhaps a tinge of annoyance.
"I suppose not. Well, if you see him save some for us okay?" Yuuna gave a conspirative wink as the mob headed off, combing over the halls for their missing teacher. A long sigh of relief brought Natusmi's attention back to the closet, her young teacher peeking out.
"That was close... Thank you both, I was really in a jam." He chuckled lightly. A smile coming to her lips and his chuckle were the last things Natsumi could clearly remember before it all became fuzzy.
"Glad to help Sensei," she said with a small smile. "Though considering they are still looking you probably shouldnÆt head out too soon."
"Oh." Negi paled a little. Yes, they would no doubt be scouring the halls looking for him. "I suppose you have a point there."
"Well if your going to stay here anyway do you think you could help me practice?" she asked motioning to the pile of scripts. "There's been a scene I've been having trouble with." Always glad to help his students Negi stood and plucked a book off the top.
"Ah a classic. I wouldn't expect to see Romeo and Juliet."
"Well, it IS a classic sensei."
"Fair enough I suppose." He chuckled sweating a little as Natsumi watched him. Her demeanor was a bit different then usual. It was making him uneasy considering the circumstances. "So what part was giving you trouble?"
"Act one scene five... I need to work on my blocking," she said walking over to him. Negi busied himself finding the section.
"Ah, here we go. So who are you playing Natsumi-san?"
"I have the part of Romeo this year."
"Eh?"
"This is a girl's school, so females play the male parts as well."
"Ohh, I suppose that makes sense." he glanced down the scene. "So I'm playing?"
"Juliet." she said with a small grin, his bad feeling growing a bit taking a subtle step back.
"A-ah I see." he forced a smile, he was distinctly sure that now that the potion was still working it's magic. Though with the door locked and a larger group searching the area this was the lesser of two evils...
"Well If I'm not mistaken my line is first."
"Yes... don't you want a script?"
"I've already memorized my lines sensei." She admitted with a little pride in her voice. Even through his sense of doom he was impressed. "I've always loved this play." she took another step forward as he took a step back. She seemed to adjust her posture a little and began to move differently, in a more masculine way... She was getting into character. "If I insult you with my impure hand, my punishment is this. My lips, like blushing pilgrims, are ready to smooth my touch with a kiss." She spoke the words eloquently but it seemed this scene was going to be particularly dangerous. Negi looked down to the script with a slight blush.
"DonÆt insult your hand too much, pilgrim, its just showing proper devotion. SaintsÆ statues have hands that pilgrims can touch, and hand to hand is a proper holy kiss." He managed to keep his voice steady, though backed as Natsumi approached.
"DonÆt saints have lips, and their worshippers, too?" her voice held clear amusement as she moved forward.
"T-They do, but t-theyÆre only used in prayer." Negi replied with a growing nervousness backing away.
"O then dear saint, let my lips kiss you. I beg you, let me kiss you,
Before my faith turns to despair." She spoke with a wry smirk as Negi felt the wall behind him.
"N-Natsumi-san you aren't t-thinking clearly. Please ju-" he felt a finger against his lips. She shushed him softly. His heartbeat increased as she crouched closer.
"You really should stick to the script sensei," she whispered. Time seemed to slow as Natsumi removed her finger and replaced it with her own lips. The boy tensed up and his brain sorted out, with the only thought passing though his mind
Soft....
Chisame couldn't believe what she was seeing, face tinged scarlet. Granted she wouldn't put it past several of her classmates to try and seduce the little brat, but Natsumi Murakami of all people? It was unreal... This was like some trashy romance novel come to life.
Not that she read that garbage of course...
"See that wasn't so bad." the actress purred as she kept the dazed boy pinned to the wall. "Perhaps we need a second take?" The girl licked her lips hungrily. What kind of sideshow was this?
I feel like I'm witnessing a crime... Chisame cleared her throat loudly catching mild attention from her classmate and seeming to snap her pathetic sensei out of his stupor. "I am here you know. Get a frickin' room." she grumbled, unable to fully remove the blush from her face.
"Did you want to join in?"
"What?!" the undercover idol squeaked. In the confusion Negi managed to slip out. Unable to get to the door he scampered over to the teacher's desk keeping it between himself and Natsumi.
"N-Natsumi-san you need to calm down. You not acting like yourself!" he called out as the actress made her way toward himself and Chisame with an unworried expression.
"Y-yeah get a hold of yourself!" Chisame chimed in. The girl was beginning to unnerve her... Why get all riled up over this little brat? Well... He was kinda cute with that ruffled hair... and those eyes. How could she have not noticed before?
"You so cute when you play hard to get sensei." she paid no attention to the shouts. Negi swallowed looking to the window for a moment, seriously considerining jumping and flying off. He didn't want to be turned into an ermine over this... but it was still quite tempting. Natsumi leaned on the other side of desk seeming to be debating which side to turn. Negi watching her carefully so he could find which way he needed to go to get to the door.
"Sensei?" a light tap vied for his attention, seeing a pair of glasses placed down on the table in front of him.
"She's only after me, I'll slip out and you can go back to what you were doing." the young teacher didn't dare to take his full attention off the enthralled actress. A hand fell gently on his shoulder and a tickle on his cheek forced him to turn. He jumped a little, for a moment he thought his student had been replaced. A girl seated at the desk had removed her glasses and undid her hair... she looked like a whole 'nother person.
"Actually I was thinking of doing something... different." she spoke in a way that sent shivers down his spine. A finger trialed down his cheek around to his chin. "What about you sensei? Would you like to play?"
"C-Chisame-san?" he tried to back away but she already has a grip on him. He tugged harder and fell to the ground his student perched over him.
"No fair, save some for me," he could hear Natsumi say. Chisame giggled lightly leaning in closer, unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt. What had he gotten himself into? He should have found somewhere more private to hide...
Like the library.
end snippet
I had long decided that Natsumi would have a prominent place in thie fic and you can also expect to see more Chisame as well. The main cast is a bit different this time around. But you should expect that from me by now