College Life | By : Nikolita Category: +S to Z > Saiunkoku Monogatari Views: 1373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Apparently my story disclaimer isn't enough, so here it is: I do not own Saiunkoku Monogatari, and in posting this, I am not profiting from the series. I do not own the characters or anything else from the series.
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Thump. Thump. Bump-bump. Thump.
Seiran Shi looked down at his homework with a grimace. The people next door were at it yet again. He took a swig of his beer, then turned and smacked the wall with his hand.
"Knock it off you two! Ryuuki, come on!” Seiran heard a drunken giggle through the wall, followed by a low moan he couldn’t quite distinguish as being male or female. Whoever was next door with Ryuuki, it sounded like both parties involved were quite inebriated.
“I just did, Yer Maj’sty,” Ryuuki slurred. “Alm’st right on cue too.” Another giggle punctuated the drunken frat boy’s comment.
Seiran rolled his eyes. He looked back to his homework for a moment before flipping the book onto his bed in apathy. His concentration broken, he no longer felt like working on his readings, which were unfortunately due the next day. The commotion going on next door and the sudden tightness in his pants reminded him that not every guy in the dorm was as fortunate as the long-haired jock next door, who got regular sex on what seemed like a daily basis. Seiran had heard whispered rumours about how often the two were caught going at it like rabbits; then again with the dorm walls being as thin as they were, Seiran knew he didn’t have to rely on rumours to know the truth. He already had to deal with it almost every time it happened.
Seiran drained the last of his beer and haphazardly threw the can towards the garbage bin by the front door. It missed, and rolled towards the door just as it opened.
“Hey Seiran,” said Ensei as stuck his head through the doorway. “You’re still here.”
“Yep. Studying for Reishin’s class tomorrow morning.” Seiran sighed and ran a hand through his long silver hair. “The jerk gave us a ton of reading to do again.”
Ensei smiled. “Well since you’re here, I’ll introduce you to my girlfriend Shuurei.” He pulled the door open wider, to reveal a small, slender young woman standing behind Ensei. She bowed deep, and her silken navy blue hair spilled forward over her shoulders. Seiran could see that it was tied into a bun, with two small sections coming down in front. Without realizing it he walked closer to her, and he realized he could smell something which smelt like citrus.
“It’s nice to meet you Seiran,” Shuurei said as she straightened up. Looking right into Seiran’s eyes, she beamed him a bright smile, and he felt a small shiver run down his spine.
“It’s nice to meet you too Shuurei.” Seiran held out his hand, and she shook it. “Are you going to school here?”
Before Shuurei could answer, the door next door opened, and a girl with long blue hair stepped into the hallway with a sheet wrapped around her body. Seiran wasn’t sure if she was wearing clothes underneath, but he was afraid to look too closely lest he be accused of being a pervert.
“Seiiiiran!” She called, waving madly as she tried to get his attention. Seiran could barely restrain from facepalming as she almost dropped the sheet in her exuberance. A moment later, a tall young man with light brown hair came up behind her and draped an arm around her shoulders. He had what looked like an empty beer bottle in his other hand, and he was having trouble standing up straight. He was wearing nothing except for the wrinkled towel swathed across his hips.
“Jyu’san, you should come back to bed,” he whispered not so quietly into her ear. Out of the corner of his eye, Seiran saw Shuurei blanch and then try to regain her composure. He knew without even turning around that Ensei would be shaking his head. This was nothing new for Ryuuki; both men had seen this happen before.
As Jyuusan-hime waved at Seiran one more time before letting Ryuuki lead her back into his dorm room, Ensei cleared his throat. “I uh, I guess we’ll be going now. I’m showing Shuurei around the campus.”
Seiran turned back to face Shuurei and Ensei again. “You’re taking classes here?” He asked her again.
Shuurei smiled and shook her head. “No not yet, I’m still in my final year of high school. I hope to take classes here one day though.”
Seiran shot a look at Ensei, who avoided Seiran’s piercing gaze. “And what will you major in, Shuurei?”
“I’m thinking politics.”
Seiran couldn’t hide his look of surprise, and Shuurei laughed at his expression. “I know, it’s not the typical area of study for a young woman, no?”
“Not really. But if it makes you happy, why not right?”
“Exactly.” Shuurei looked at Ensei, who reached over and took her hand as he smiled softly at her.
“Alright, where to next?” Ensei asked Shuurei.
"You tell me. Lead the way, oh mighty campus tourguide." Shuurei laughed as Ensei just winked at her.
Seiran watched the two of them walk away, whispering to each other and giggling. At the end of the hallway, Shuurei turned and casually waved to Seiran over her shoulder, and he smiled and waved back. A moment later they disappeared around a corner.
Lucky bastard.
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