Skirt

(Chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

Yukari stared in disbelief as she beheld what was once her skirt waving atop the fence like a flag. Unlikely as it was, the skirt had gotten caught on the fence somehow, perhaps on a sharp edge out of place, and gravity had done the rest. But before Yukari could try and salvage what was left, the wind suddenly picked up, catching the skirt and carrying it out of her reach and off of the roof.

Shivering due to the sudden chill, and the unwanted feel of the gust across her nearly-naked body, Yukari crouched to the ground, arms crossed over her chest. Devastated at her state of dress being reduced to a mere pair of pink panties, heart-shaped choker, and footwear, the latter two of which may as well not even exist as far as she's concerned, it took a short while to recompose herself enough to investigate the maintenance hatch; by now, the only glimmer of hope that she had left.

Searching for a handle, Yukari was relieved to find the maintenance hatch unlocked, and spared no time in throwing it open, entering it, and shutting the doors behind her. There was no main light switch, but some dim red emergency lighting provided enough illumination for Yukari to view her surroundings. The room she was in at the moment was pretty much completely empty. No maintenance consoles, lockers, toolboxes, or anything that one might have expected to find in a maintenance shaft. The only feature was a small hallway, barely tall enough for Yukari to walk through without crouching, that led off towards the center of the school. While this meant that there was nothing she could use for improvised coverage, Yukari nontheless felt some small comfort, as this meant that it would be likely that she wouldn't be running into any maintenance workers any time soon.

While her original plan was to wait it out for a few hours until the school day ended and then leave back through the roof to find some clothes she could use, that little incident with the fence destroyed that idea. With the way her luck was going, her next leap over the fence would strip her completely naked and possibly run into a group filming a documentary on delinquent high-schoolers as soon as she opened the door downstairs, or something like that!

No, she was going to find out where this dark path would take her first, so that she would at least know her surroundings. Besides, it was possible that there could be a spare jacket or something down there, right?

Slowly, she crept along the path, hunched over somewhat with her arms in front of her. While the darkness was comforting earlier, with each step those feelings changed to anxiety and fear. How far did this passage go? But before she could be lost in her worries, she suddenly came upon a door. Desperately cautious, she cracked open the door to be greeted by a bright light from the other side. She blinked from the sudden glare, looked around, found that it was clear of any people, and decided to investigate further.

On the other side, she found that she was on a metal walkway of sorts, the ceiling only slightly higher than that cramped hallway. She didn't get much time to stretch out though, as a sudden murmur of voices made her freeze in shock. What she didn't expect was that the voices were coming from... below her?

Finally she realized where she was, she was on a maintenance catwalk in the rafters of one of the buildings, and the voices below were belonging to students! Quickly, she peeked over the railing to confirm where exactly she was...