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College Life	By : Nikolita Category: +S to Z > Saiunkoku Monogatari Views: 1374 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Saiunkoku Monogatari. I do not profit from the series.

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A/N - Warning for possible OOC-ness.

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It was a quiet Friday afternoon, and Seiran was looking forward to a relaxing study period in the university’s library. Well, as much as one could relax while studying anyways. It seemed that incriminating photos of Professor Reishin Kou and his teaching assistant Kijin Kou had been leaked online, and Reishin was giving all of his students a ton of extra homework as punishment. Seiran had heard the pictures were taken in something like a bar scene, with too much alcohol being involved and some missing pieces of clothing which should have remained on.

Turning the corner at the end of the hallway, Seiran thought back to his rendezvous with Ensei at the bar, and wondered if those pictures came from that night. Then again, Seiran wasn’t sure he really wanted to know. He just wanted to deal with the overwhelming stack of books on his desk back in his dorm room. He had some of them with him now, but he knew he had more studying than he wanted to think about ahead of him.

He turned down the volume on his mp3 player as he approached the library. The librarian, Shusui Ran, was a real stickler for no noise and no food in “her library.” Seiran could think of several students who had been kicked out before for trying to smuggle in something from the cafeteria, for talking on their cellphone, or even for playing their iPod a little too loudly while studying.

Seiran opened the door to the library, and sure enough, Shusui was waiting by the entranceway. She saw the earbuds in his ears and gave him a look.

“No headphones, Mr. Shi. You know the rules.”

Seiran gave her a half smile. “I do, Mrs. Ran. I’ll remove them once I can find a study space.”

“Very well. Thank you.”

Seiran turned his back to her as he walked away, so she couldn’t see him rolling his eyes at her. That woman took her job far too seriously. Moreover, when she thought no one was looking, sometimes she could be seen breaking her own rules. Seiran had seen her talk on her cellphone to her husband more than once, but had never said anything to her face; he didn’t have a death wish. At least not yet, but if Reishin kept piling on the homework the way he was already, Seiran thought he might have to change his mind.

He looked around for a quiet place to study, and saw a small cluster of empty study cubicle desks tucked away in one corner for the library. He dropped his backpack one of the desks, and his books from Reishin came spilling out. As he set about organizing his desk space, Seiran realized he could smell something out of place for a library, yet vaguely familiar.

Citrus?

“Sounds like you have a lot of homework to do,” came a pleasant voice, and Seiran’s eyes widened in surprise.

No way.

“Shuurei...?”

“Uh huh.” She stuck her head out from behind her cubicle and smiled at Seiran. She was sitting directly on the other side of his cubicle, so that they were facing each other through the cubicle wall.

“What are you doing here?” Seiran asked as he sat down.

Shuurei shrugged nonchalantly. “Ensei said he had some work to do on campus, so I came with him. Something about meeting with one of his professors. I didn’t feel like doing my homework, and I think you boys have a beautiful campus here, so... yeah. I just figured I’d wait for him to be finished, and then we’d go back to his place after or something.”

Seiran tried to pretend his gut didn’t twist a little at those words. “Oh yeah? What are you doing over there then while you’re waiting for him?”

“I found this really neat book on the history of Saiunkoku. It’s quite interesting, really.” Shuurei held up the dusty leather book, and Seiran could see the elegant letters making out the title on the cover.

“The Story of Saiunkoku?”

Shuurei nodded as she put the book back down on her desk. “I thought it was really interesting,” she mused. “It’s a history book, but it’s written almost as if it was being narrated by someone. Our country’s political history is especially fascinating when written in that style.”

Seiran nodded. “That’s right. You said you wanted to go into politics, right?”

“Oh you remembered!” Shuurei exclaimed, and Seiran had to struggle not to blush. Shuurei didn’t appear to notice, thankfully.

This is your buddy’s girlfriend. Be cool.

Seiran cleared his throat as he opened one of his textbooks. He tried to concentrate on the words, but they appeared to dance in front of his eyes. He could still smell the faint scent of citrus, and it was a distraction. A pleasant distraction, he had to admit to himself, but a distraction nonetheless.

“Can you smell that?” Seiran asked Shuurei in what he hoped was a casual voice.

“Smell what?” Shuurei said as she turned another page in her history book without looking up at him.

“I can smell something which reminds me of a citrus scent, like orange or grapefruit.”

Shuurei giggled, and Seiran thought to himself that she had an attractive giggle. Not loud and obnoxious, like a certain frat boy’s girlfriend who was forever putting out and walking around in nothing more than a sheet-

Seiran slammed the breaks on his overactive imagination as he felt his body start to react to that provocative train of thought. With Shuurei sitting directly across from him, he didn’t need her to notice that he was flushed and turned on. And she certainly didn’t have to know that his reaction came from thinking dirty thoughts about his dorm neighbour’s girlfriend. But as he pushed Jyuusan-hime from his mind, images of another young woman with long navy blue hair hanging down over her naked shoulders crowded his mind. He could see her winking at him as she crawled over to him on the bed, wearing nothing at all, and he could see how hot her body looked as she got closer-

“The citrus scent you smell... Seiran are you ok?”

“Hmm?” Seiran snapped out of his daze.

“I asked if you were alright. Your cheeks are a little pink, and you’re breathing a little heavily. Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?”

Busted.

“No, I’m alright, but thank you,” Seiran said smoothly, hoping he could appear normal. “It’s just a little warm in here.”

“Ah ok,” Shuurei nodded, then continued with her explanation. “As I was saying then, the citrus scent you smell is part of my make-up. I have some orange-scented lipgloss that I keep in my purse, and I put some more on after I came into the library, so that must be what you smell.”

“Does Ensei like it?” Seiran tried to ask casually.

Shuurei gave him a bit of a look, but answered his question anyways. “Yes, he’s the one who suggested it to me actually. After we shared an orange at my school one day at lunch, he said he really liked the scent of oranges. So I went to the market and bought this lipgloss to wear when we’re together.”

“I see,” Seiran nodded, not knowing what else to say. Given the look he just received from Shuurei, he was starting to think it might be better to just keep his mouth closed and say as little as possible.

Both of them returned to their books and read quietly for awhile. The quiet didn’t last long however, when the sound of the library door being swung open caused them to look up from their reading. At the front desk was a tall and handsome man with short, jet black hair pulled back into a bun. He was wearing what appeared to be a bartender’s uniform, and he was leaning over the counter to whisper something at Shusui.

“What the...?” Shuurei started.

As the handsome stranger spoke to Shusui, Seiran was surprised to see a faint blush bloom across Shusui’s cheeks. And more amazingly, she smiled! He watched as the couple shared a quick kiss, and then with a wink, the raven haired man was gone. Shusui glanced around the library, almost daring the few students who had watched the scene to say something out loud to her face. No one said anything. Before Shusui could single them out, both of Seiran and Shuurei had their noses stuck back in their books.

“What was that all about, do you know?” Shuurei whispered loudly to Seiran.

“Shhh, we don’t want her to hear us,” Seiran cautioned her, his attention still concentrated on the book in front of him.

There came some shuffling and banging from Shuurei’s desk, and then the sound of a chair being pushed away. Moments later, Seiran heard books being dumped on the empty desk next to him.

“What are you doing?” He asked her.

“This little cluster of desks is empty, yet here we are trying to talk across the cubicles to each other. I thought it might be easier if we were sitting side by side. Then we could talk without having to worry about attracting too much attention.”

A little voice deep inside Seiran’s mind questioned whether she was deliberately teasing him, or if she really was as naive to his behaviour as she appeared, but he quieted it quickly. If Shuurei wanted to sit next to him, he wasn’t about to complain.

She leaned over to him and peered at his textbook. “What are you reading?” She asked.

Seiran fought the desire to lean in towards her; he leaned away from her instead. Being close to her was too tempting for his libido, something he was struggling to control already.

“I’m reading from one of my textbooks for Professor Reishin’s class. He gave up a whole crapload of reading to do for his class next week, and I wanted to get an early start on it. You know, since I usually end up being distracted in my dorm room.”

Shuurei sweatdropped. “Let me guess, due to your... err.. energetic neighbour in the room next to yours?”

Seiran nodded and sighed. “Yeah, him. It’s much quieter here and I can concentrate better, so when I need to seriously study, I usually come here. I get privacy, and peace and quiet. It’s great.”

Shuurei stood up and put a hand on Seiran’s shoulder for balance as she leaned over his shoulder to get a close look at his reading. “Oh I see, this looks like a really interesting article. You’re studying biology with Professor Reishin?”

“Yes. When he’s not being an asshole, he’s a good professor. High standards and is very demanding, but he’s a high quality professor.”

“Are you taking it as part of a major?” Shuurei eyes scanned the reading Seiran was reading, and she kept her hand on his shoulder. Seiran was very aware of that hand.

“No, just general studies.” He could smell her lipgloss even more strongly now, and he fought the desire to lean over and gently press his lips against hers.

Shuurei slid her hand around his shoulders as she pointed at one of the headings in his article. “Oh, so you’re learning about biological reproduction in mammals...?” As she spoke, she turned her head so that her last words were murmured into Seiran’s ear.

Seiran froze, not knowing how to reply. A shiver ran up his spine; his erection pulsed between his legs, pushing up against the confines of his pants. He momentarily thought of grabbing his bag or a book to cover his lap, before he turned to face Shuurei’s smiling face. He saw a mischievous glint in her eye as she lowered her head towards his-

“Shuurei!” A familiar voice rang out.

Shuurei and Seiran jerked apart at the sound of Ensei’s loud voice. Behind him, they could hear the librarian trying to shush him, but he ignored her. Shuurei sat down in her seat quickly and picked up her book. Seiran stuck his nose in his own textbook and did his best to appear like he was studying intently.

“Shuurei!” Ensei grinned as he walked towards the pair. As he got closer, he saw Seiran with his nose in his textbook, and Shuurei furiously reading her book. When he was a few feet away, Shuurei grinned at him like she just noticed his presence.

“Ensei!” She beamed and ran towards him for a hug. Ensei gathered her tight in his arms and gave her a squeeze.

“Hello pretty girl. You found Seiran I see?”

“Yes, he was keeping me company as I was reading. I found a really neat book about Saiunkoku’s political history, could you check it out for me?”

“Anything for you hun,” Ensei said smoothly, bending to kiss Shuurei’s forehead.

“Thank you Ensei!” Shuurei exclaimed, and started to gather up her things.

Seiran looked up at Ensei, hoping that his face wouldn’t betray signs of what had just happened –almost happened- between him and Shuurei.

“Did you finish the errands you needed to on campus?” Seiran asked Ensei.

Ensei nodded. “Yep, all done now. Hime-san here and I are going to go back to my place for dinner and a movie. We’re having one of our date nights.”

“Oh ok. Well, have fun,” Seiran said with a smile.

Something seemed a little off, but Ensei couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He shot a quick look at Shuurei, who was still busy putting all of her things back in her bag.

“Ready to go?”

Shuurei slung her shoulder bag over one shoulder and gave it a pat to make sure everything was safely secured inside. “Yes!”

“Alright, off we go then.” Ensei stuck out an elbow and Shuurei took it, giggling quietly. “See you later Seiran.”

Seiran nodded and gave a small wave. “See you two lovebirds later sometime.”

As the pair walked off towards the checkout desk, Shuurei turned to look at Seiran. Her eyes were filled with a mix of emotions that Seiran couldn’t detect. Regret? Sadness? Longing? Lust? Seiran didn’t dare get his hopes up. She was with Ensei, and that was that. He should be happy for them.

But later that night, as he was attempting to continue his studying in his dorm room, he ignored his cellphone as it rang across the room on his kitchen table. He knew it was Ensei calling; the ringtone he had assigned to Ensei’s phone number told him that much. But... he didn’t want to talk about what had happened just yet. He didn’t know what to tell his best friend, and he didn’t want to lie. Simply put, he didn’t know what to do. Maybe he had misinterpreted Shuurei’s actions, and it was all in his head.

Breathy moans permeated the wall between his room and Ryuuki’s, interrupting his thoughts. Rolling his eyes, he smacked the wall with his palm for what felt like the hundredth time. Knowing Ryuuki, it probably was. The noises quieted down after that, but he could still hear the stifled sounds made from two bodies trying to meld together into one.

Seiran closed his textbook and left it on his bed. Pulling his shirt off, he headed into his bathroom. After the day’s events, he needed a cold shower badly. From the kitchen area, he could hear his cellphone switch to voicemail, and he resigned himself to dealing with Ensei after he handled his hormones in the shower. Ensei could wait, would have to wait. For now, a seductive little tease with long navy blue hair was calling his name.
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