It was (now) a quiet morning in the Gōketsu compound. Akane, still sitting in the snow where she'd finished her morning training, reflected on the valuable lessons she'd learned today. First, be careful what training methods you use after spending all your chakra on shadow clones. Second, younger KEI genin are mischievous little imps. Third, if you fail to specify "no ninjutsu", somebody
will notice.
"Lady Gōketsu? Hello? I was told that Lady Gōketsu could be found over here?"
The courier, standing right in front of Akane, peered around in confusion.
"Good morning!" Akane said perkily. "How can I help you?"
The courier jumped, then spun around, finally noticing her.
"Lady Gōketsu! Are you... are you all right?"
"Never better," Akane confirmed with an unsuccessfully attempted nod.
The courier gave her the look of a man struggling to refrain from comment because if he said what was on his mind it could get him killed.
Finally, he produced an envelope from his bag and held it out in her direction. "I have a message for you from Lady Nara."
"Oh." Akane briefly reviewed her situation and found that it hadn't changed at all. "Would you mind reading it out loud?"
"The message is sealed," the courier said. "Would you like me to open it anyway?"
"No," Akane said quickly. "No, that's fine. In that case, would you mind helping me up?"
After a second's hesitation, the courier reached into the enormous mound of snow occupying pride of place in the middle of the Gōketsu compound. It took a while of feeling around to locate her arm (she could tell he was being extra-careful lest his hands locate some execution-worthy part of her body first), then more time for him to clear away snow until he could pull her out. Akane, quite frozen at this point, wished he'd been a bit bolder (and she could surely weather a little embarrassment), but since freeing chūnin from involuntary entombment wasn't part of his job description, she could hardly complain.
"Sealing failure, Lady Gōketsu?"
"Not today," Akane said with a reassuring smile. "Just a valuable reminder that ninja cheat."
Next time, it would be her turn to deliver a valuable lesson, Akane decided. Koyuki might be an ace with the Water Element, but she suspected the girl still had a lot to learn about trapmaking (which, as it happened, didn't come under "no ninjutsu").
Akane didn't recognise the seal on the envelope, which, in context, was enough of a clue to tell her who it was from. If she'd needed more, 雪華, "snow flower", was the poetic term for "snowflake". The sender had used a variant second character—one which evoked a sense of the fantastical rather than the merely botanical—but after reading the message, the last thing Akane felt up to was literary analysis.
Dear Akane,
I realise such a request should properly be made in person, and that you are bound to have better uses for your time already scheduled, but if you are amenable, would you be willing to go on a date with me today?
I will humbly await your response outside the Hokage Tower.
Snowflake
P.S. I would appreciate it if you kept this proposal between the two of us.
-o-
Over the entire journey, Akane had wracked her brain over the right way to respond. In principle, it was only rational for her to follow Hazō's lead and try to be open to new discoveries about her sexuality. Certainly, she was already technically dating another girl—though, to be honest, not much had changed between her and Ino since then, including the frequency of Hazō as a conversation topic. Come to think of it, they'd barely even gone on any three-way dates. Getting schedules to line up when two of the partners were overworked clan heads, and the third was the second-in-command supposed to take over when one of them was busy, was enough of a logistical nightmare that it was almost tempting to welcome Snowflake into the polycule just for her specialist training. On the other hand, Akane had never felt any attraction to what Hazō referred to as the "Keiko base model", and, unfair though it might be, she didn't know if that was something that could change just because it belonged to a different mind.
Between Akane's dark days as a bedridden bookworm and, later, the general public's inexplicable failure to appreciate the Spirit of Youth, Hazō had been the first and only person ever to ask her out. She had no experience of letting suitors down gently, or preserving a friendship afterwards without crippling awkwardness or increased emotional distance (she cringed when she thought about how badly she'd handled their original breakup). Should she at least attempt some kind of romantic engagement with Snowflake, just to establish for a fact whether it was impossible, or would that only make things worse when it turned out it was? If not, how was she to say no in a way that didn't hurt Snowflake's shaky self-esteem and do lasting damage to their relationship?
Snowflake waited for her answer under the eaves of the Hokage Tower, her namesakes blowing past on the breeze as she raised a hand to keep her elaborately lacy blue ribbon in place. For some reason, in Akane's vision, the Tower briefly became a great tree, and the snowflakes cherry blossoms.
Faced with Snowflake's unwavering gaze, both shy and alert, Akane tried one last saving throw. "Are you sure you didn't mean an instance of two individuals spending a day together in order to facilitate greater mutual knowledge and familiarity, arranged in anticipation of a potential long-term relationship?"
"Akane, just how bad do you believe my handwriting is?" Snowflake asked with an amused smile.
"No," she went on before Akane could respond, "my purpose with regard to inviting you on a date is not greater mutual knowledge and familiarity, valuable bonuses though they may be."
"It's… not?" But what were dates for, if not getting to know each other better? It wasn't like Snowflake of all people would be after a purely physical relationship.
Or would she? It would be unyouthful for Akane to be closed-minded when a friend was clearly experimenting outside her comfort zone. Snowflake had, after all, apparently cleared the "holding hands" stage back in Isan. It wouldn't be that strange for her to want to go further with someone she trusted. But if that was the case, why Akane? And how was Akane to respond? She wished that she'd taken more lessons on dating etiquette from Mari while there was time, instead of letting herself grow complacent just because she was already in the relationship of her dreams.
"It is not," Snowflake said. "Rather, I was hoping to avail myself of your expertise as the most, shall we say, experienced person of my acquaintance, at least of those I am prepared to ask. You must surely have learned much from your time with Hazō which could be of aid to me given my profound inexperience."
Akane could feel herself turning red. "Snowflake, I—I really don't think…"
"I understand some of your activities may have been quite personal," Snowflake went on, "and perhaps I am being too forward in requesting a physical demonstration, but I honestly believe that hands-on experience would be a better teacher than verbal descriptions and diagrams, or indeed lists."
"…"
"Naturally, I will endeavour to make it as enjoyable for you as I can. I may be untrained, but I do pride myself on my creativity."
Akane's head was starting so spin.
"But…" she tried, "but aren't you only attracted to girls? A lot of what we do simply wouldn't apply to you!"
Snowflake frowned. "First, I have never made any definitive statements about my sexuality. Second, are date activities really that segregated by gender? It was my assumption that all couples (for argument's sake) would have access to the same options, barring perhaps the public baths."
"Wait," Akane said slowly. "Exactly what is it that you want to do with me?"
"Receive live training on how one conducts a romantic date," Snowflake said as if it was obvious. "The fact is, nobody in the Snowflakesphere has much knowledge of conventional dating at all. Kei's romantic success is inversely proportional to her adherence to convention. Tenten tends towards passivity. Shikamaru considers dating a pathological social construct and avoids it like the plague. Shiori is… not a viable source of guidance. Yuri and Minori until recently limited themselves to activities which could never be construed as romantic by a hostile public. The literature, too, has proved to be most unreliable."
"The literature?" Akane asked. "Do you mean Icha Icha and the like?"
"Appalling, all of it," Snowflake replied. "Hoary tropes that were geriatric before the invention of the printing press, language that is overwrought yet lacking in depth like a wedding cake made of papier-mâché, characters next to whom a paddling pool is the Abyss itself, clumsy dialogue intended to rush the reader from exposition to exposition like a heavily-concussed genin trying to follow an evacuation drill, virtually no lesbian relationships, and those that are bestowed upon us like crumbs dropped from the mainstream reader's table are cringeworthy caricatures written by overexcited straight men. Or so I hear."
"And so… you want to go on a date with me."
Snowflake nodded firmly. "I have a notebook, a map, a pocket abacus, and a set of concealed kunai. I am ready for romance."
In the face of such youthful determination, how could Akane say no?
-o-
To be continued.