She takes Mitsuru's whole uniform

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

The longer she pondered, the more the stalker realized that she would not be satisfied simply with Mitsuru's underwear. All of her efforts, the many weeks spent tracking Mitsuru's movements all around the school, and she would only have a pair of underwear to show for it? (The perfect pair of the perfect woman, of course, but still...) She knew that if she hesitated and backed off now, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Gingerly, with the same care that she had given to Mitsuru's underwear, she removed the uniform from the locker piece by piece and place them in her bag. First came the boots, their exquisite leather smooth to the touch, soon joined by the stockings worn underneath. Then the skirt, and finally the blouse, all neatly folded and placed with tender loving care in the stalker's bag, though it was getting rather hard to close at this point. With everything claimed, she carefully closed the locker, and embraced her bag tenderly.

The stalker nearly squealed in delight. All of Mitsuru's clothing was hers! Now she would just leave and wait for Mitsuru to come to her to get it back and-

And that's when the obvious flaw in her otherwise brilliant plan hit her. How would Mitsuru know to come to her to retrieve her clothes? She had dreamed, nay, fantasized of Mitsuru approaching her in nothing but a thin towel for so long that she was dead set on making it a reality. But if Mitsuru discovered that she was the one who took her clothes from her in the first place, she would get the completely wrong idea, and shun her forever!

"Excuse me," a familiar, long-sought after voice interrupted her thoughts.

The stalker turned around to see her dreams made into reality. While many right now would be seeing Mitsuru standing neutrally only wearing a towel, the other girl was witnessing the vision of perfection. The way her still damp hair clung to her shoulders... how the towel accentuated every detail of her body in the best way possible... how the leftover shower water made her skin glisten... the other girl was completely awestruck.

"You are in front of my locker," Mitsuru continued, oblivious to the true meaning of the girl's fixated stare.

"Oh!" she squeaked, getting up and standing aside to allow Mitsuru to go through. As her dearest began to enter the locker combination, the girl knew that she had to get away. As nonchalantly as she could, she walked towards the door, but just before she could escape, that glorious voice rang out once again.

"Hold a moment!" Mitsuru cried out.

The girl turned around, seeing Mitsuru poised for action, her face frowned in some degree of anger. She was had! She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't obey her, whether out of longing or fear she could not say.

"It seems a thief has absconded with all of my clothes," Mitsuru continued, glare unwavering. "I must ask that you..."