A Princess and an Uncouth curl-hating Fool
Test scores were out. Wakana was curious to see where exactly she ranked. Well, that’s implying she didn’t already know she was at least in the top five, if not ranked one.
”Hehe. I’m sure I’m already doing better than that Ojou-sama girl.” Soon enough, she made her way to the board that had the scores on them and she looked for her name.
”Wakana Toko….” To give herself a bit of dramatic tension, she started from the bottom of the highest ranks.
”Wakana…. Toko!” She exclaimed as she found her name. There, top five. Easy. And look at that. Right below her.
”Heh. Estelle, look at you.” She could help but let a smirk cross her face. She wasn’t entirely sure why she didn’t like that Estelle girl. A foreigner but she had this annoying personality that rubbed Wakana the wrong way.
Of course, just as Wakana made her way up to the board, the self satisfaction of victory spreading across her features, the person of her ire was making her way through the crowd. She could hear her before she could see the foreigner.
“Ohohoho!~” A grating, smug, laugh piercing the air.
“No need to be so astonished, my fellow students. I'm sure everyone did well – though not as good as me, of course – so there is no need to fret.” Like the red sea, students seemed to give way to the rather prim and proper looking girl, not wanting to be one to be caught in the middle of her path either out of respect or mild fear. A few though, were poised to follow her around it seemed.
Estelle Antoinette Échecs. The heiress to both a fortune and a prestigious business. Of course she caused others to run green with envy, her skill, beauty and poise caused everyone to show proper respect. It was unthinkable she couldn't be good at something or not be the best.
“Indeed, I'll be quite impressed with anyone who even made it -close- to me in the...” As she approached the board however, a palpable silence fell over the crowd. She had lost to Wakana. Only a point or two below her in the test scores. Of course, she couldn't take this insult ungracefully. She accepted defeat with grace and poise - That uncouth heathen what was with that smirk?! Estelle turned towards Wakana, one of her arms resting just under her breasts, the other elbow resting on her hand.
“My my, seems someone's been studying hard! I must congratulate you on your narrow victory.””Oh my, Ojou-Sama. Thank you for your kind words. I’m sorry if you can’t retain quite the same amount of information in that pretty princess head of yours.” Wakana replied, the smirk never leaving her face. There was seriously something that jerked her the wrong way.
”Perhaps next time you can try to beat me again in test scores.” The girl scoffed as she gave a short laugh.
”If that’s possible.”Seriously, what was with this girls problem?! One of Estelle's eyebrows twitched in annoyance.
“Oho?~ Jealousy of my pretty face is understandable.” Estelle replied, lightly touching the side of her face.
“After all, I do put quite a bit of work into this body,” Estelle shook her head, smirking at Wakana.
“Not that you would know about something like that, miss dead last during physical exams~”Wakana’s eyebrow twitched in response to that.
”What was that?” The corners of her mouth started quivering.
”L-like physical exams matter!” She snapped back. Who needed good physical scores? Not like she’d get in trouble for those anyway.
”I’m sure if I even tried to practice I’d do better than you.” The glasses girl mentioned before turning her head as if trying to ignore Estelle.
“Ohohoh, I would love to see you try.” Estelle laughed lightly in her usual manner.
“But with that big head of yours weighing you down, I'm afraid you'd only end up hurting yourself.” While she may not have been top athlete level herself, she was definitely up there in the top ten of the school. She had to be, of course.
“But maybe if you ask really nicely, I wouldn't mind giving you a personal little lesson.””Help from you? Hah. If anyone here has a big head it’s you since you get your hands into every cookie jar around here. I’m surprised about that since I’d figure you had plenty of those at home.” Estelle was the heiress to a big baked goods thing right? Wakana didn’t really pay too much attention to her for that but she did like pissing her off. That was always fun.
“You say that like indulging in a little bit of everything is wrong.” Estelle replied with a laugh.
“Like a deliciously baked ice cream cake, as long as there's a perfect balance there's nothing wrong with a little indulgence.” She tilted her head slightly to the side as she spoke.
“But you, you're like a plain, tasteless piece of bread. Not even any flavor. You could be something greater, but you're nothing but content to wallow in your own banality.””I’d rather not indulge in every little thing around me. Not that I’d have the luxury to do so either.” Wakana said with a shrug.
”And I think plain bread is fine. Isn’t there a certain amount of elegance in not dressing yourself up too much? Or, perhaps I should say, plain bread can be dressed up however it wants? Cinnamon Sugar, Butter… I think I’d rather be a nice piece of plain bread than an extravagant cake.” Wakana scoffed.
”Plus, plain bread braids are better than those silly curls of yours.” The glasses girl held her hand up to her mouth as if she were trying to hold back a laugh while her mouth curled into a wicked smile.
Estelle fell silent.
How.
Dare.
She.
This glorious, pristine hair of hers was a work of art! The curls articulated just right! Just the perfect combination of mousse, oil and carefully planned styling! These curls weren't just a style! They were a status symbol! Before Estelle could even think about what she was doing, she reached into her pocket and with a swift motion had thrown something right at Wakana's face.
A chocolate chip cookie slammed right into the other girls forehead, likely hard enough to knock her glasses off her face. It broke on impact, scattering its crumbs on the floor and some in her hair.
“Ohoho, I'm quite sorry! Those horrendous braids of yours just made me lose myself for a moment.” She returned Wakana’s wicked grin with one of her own.
“At least you have some flavoring now, hmm? Chocolate does wonders to make even low quality bread like yourself palatable.”Wakana clenched her teeth as the cookie shattered on her forehead. Something fierce came over her face as she stepped forward, almost crushing her glasses.
”Bitch you wanna--” Was all Wakana managed to get out before there was a loud voice nearby.
”Hey! YOU TWO, TEACHER’S OFFICE! NOW!”Wakana stopped to give a look to the teacher that caught them and sighed. She wiped whatever bits of cookie might have been on her and bent down to grab her glasses. She gave a smirk to the Ojou-Sama she was arguing with before turning around heading towards the teacher’s office as instructed. This was a pyrrhic victory in her book.
”Hurry up, Toko!”“Tch.” Estelle clicked her tongue. Hmph. Well, no matter. A pyrrhic victory was still a victory. Estelle didn't even glance in Wakana's direction as she passed, heading towards the office as she was instructed to. A queen knew when to gracefully step away from the spotlight.
So this was detention, huh? She couldn't say it wasn't an...interesting, if not entirely arbitrary and useless exercise. This was ill suiting towards teaching misbehaving kids how to behave or to solve behavioral problems. Mr. Fujo was ill equipped for this, really. He liked handing out detentions, but never so much as actually sought to cut out the root of the problem. In this case, the problem was sitting only a few seats away from her, but Estelle elected not to even give her the time of day.
She had spent most of detention doing as any proper student should. Studying and preparing herself for the next exam. She was going to make that bitch eat her own braids between two slices of bread. Really! She had
tried being friendly, really she had! But every single time Wakana
always did this. Did she just like pissing her off? She couldn't deny she herself, certainly found antagonizing the other girl amusing. Maybe she should do it more - Estelle sighed, closing a book and shoving the errant thought out of her head.
What was she? Some lame Otome Villainess? Such thoughts weren't quite befitting a queen, were they? Still, this detention was utterly boring. Nothing to amuse herself. It was then, she caught a glance at the digital timer. At first she thought she was simply seeing things. Yet, something about this seemed vaguely familiar. A wave of...nostalgia? Washed over her seeing the cryptic and odd characters playing out on the screen.
Suddenly, the building rocked, throwing her out of her thoughts. Estelle quickly shot to her feet, curls bouncing as she swiveled her head, looking around the room and not even caring about Mr. Fujo. Instead, her attention was quickly turned towards the door as tendrils of...was that...binary? Seemed to leak through the air itself, slowly fading from existence.
"...what...?" Estelle questioned lightly, not to anyone in particular as she stared, seemingly transfixed at the glowing portal, a harsh monotone light bleeding through the windows. For some reason this was making her heart race like it hadn't done in a long time. Not since...
"...Ohoho, well." Estelle laughed, a confident smirk on her face.
"I don't know about you all, but I'm not waiting around here in this place for whatever this is to be over. I'd advise you to do the same, unless you wish to never leave your boring lives." Perhaps it was a reckless idea, she had no idea what was even going on, but she'd do it anyways. She didn't even wait for anyone else to say if they were following or not. She had to know.
Had to. Estelle ran through the portal.
A lonely little knight
How long had it been? Time flowed differently in the digital world, but it had likely been awhile since that day. Long enough that the others in its troop had given up the hope and the desire to wait around for the one they had labeled their queen. Many weren't that willing to follow a human in the first place. Some simply got tired of waiting. Some were...Pawnchessmon were relatively weak digimon on their own.
Now, it was the only one left, still carrying an unwavering hope that its queen would return to it one day.
And now it had found itself...in a library? It had fallen in some chasm after a digital quake. Hm. Well, perhaps there would be some decent fights to have here. It had to keep itself sharp for its queens return, lest it be weak or gods forbid - die before they were reunited. Pawnchessmon hefted its spear, its tiny legs carrying it around the immediate area, taking a quick look around the books. A few other digimon seemed to be gathered here, but they were of no consequence. Some looked like decent fights, but it kept to itself for now. They were in a similar situation, making allies would be better than enemies until it understood the full scope of...
It turned its attention to some sort of gate. Something was coming through...
It readied its spear...
"...My queen?""Ohohoho, of course, nothing dangerous here...hmm...ah? Y-you...?" Estelle walked forwards, towards the Pawnchessmon, barely even taking note of her immediately surroundings.
"Your...Ohohoh, I knew it! I couldn't have just imagined that whole thing, could I!""M-my queen! It's been so lon-bweh!?!" Before Pawnchessmon could say much else, Estelle had wrapped the Digimon in a hug, holding its body close to hers, aggressively rubbing its head. She seemed entirely caught up in her own little world, and the Pawnchessmon seemed entirely unhappy with its situation, but didn't seem like it had the heart to tell Estelle no.
