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Chapter 4's gonna be rather long. I'll do it in parts.
Chapter 4 Part 1 :: Ouch. Just Ouch
“Kamei-san… Kamei-san…”
The whispering in her ear jolted her from her slumber, and their foreheads smacked together.
“Aiiiii…”
“Ow….”
Rubbing her head, Kamei let out a mumble and stared at Junjun, who smiled politely right back, as if she was oblivious as to what was going on.
Kamei knew that was far from the case.
“Junjun… what’s going on?” she asked. The girl smiled for a moment, before looking over her shoulder, at the door that stared right back.
“There were… men… bad… to… house… took,” she finally said after a moment, “They think… my Japanese… bad is.”
Well, the more practice she got, the better off she was, right?
Kamei signed, sitting up and rubbing her temples, while Junjun took a moment to rub her own head of the pain moments before.
Sayumi was always the more optimistic one.
“Kamei-san… they wanted… to…”
She paused a moment, trying to find the words to what she wanted to say.
“… Money… trade… for us!”
Kamei stared for a good moment.
“Oh. Joy.”
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There I was, sitting in front of Gocchin… well, Gocchin was sitting, I was standing on the table in front of her, about ready to jump around and actually, purposefully cause injury to myself.
And that look on her face was nothing short of troublesome to me. I wanted to hug her and tell her it was my own sick joke, but it wasn’t.
If Tsunku hadn’t told her anything about her healing powers, then she needed to learn about them!
Sadly, futsal would have to wait, but she owed me big time.
And if it didn’t come in the form of futsal, I knew exactly how to get my payment.
God, I have such a one track mind sometimes.
“Don’t jump off of that!” Gocchin squealed, in a rather panicked manner. I stared at her cluelessly for a moment.
“And here I was thinking if I jumped high enough, I could hit my head hard enough and you’d have to heal a concussion…”
Because I knew she could. She had done it once before, whether she knew it or not. I didn’t know it then either. There were so many people flocking at that point I didn’t even realize there was a concussion to be had.
What with the swirlies dancing around my eyes and all. At least, they were there until Gocchin came around, and made me feel all better. That was why I hated those stupid boots they made me put on for Mr. Moonlight. Make me look taller sure, up until I fell off the damn stage.
Whoever put that ledge there was just stupid.
“No. Just… get down from the table and sit down. Talk to me about it… can’t we start with like a paper cut or something?”
No. That would have been easy.
Sighing, I pouted at her and jumped down from the table, making her squeal again.
“YOCCHAN!”
“What? I’m fine, aren’t I?”
I put my hands on my hips and gave her a grin. She was never really flighty like this unless she thought something real bad was going to happen.
And unless a ninja came in here and lobbed both of our heads off, I was here to tell her otherwise. She’d just have to accept that.
“… Just stop doing things like… Yocchan, where are you going?”
“I’m gonna make you panic so much that you have to come down and heal me.”
“Come dow- Yocchan?”
I opened the door leading to the balcony… which I didn’t really know I had, but it was convenient for the moment. Leaning my back on the rail, I grinned at Gocchin, who stared right back at me.
“What are you doing?”
“You really need to get out more, don’t you?”
Slipping my butt up onto the rail, I sat there a moment, before deciding that the way I was going about it would not cause enough injury to my person.
So, I stood up on the rail, and stared at her again.
Panic set in. For her, not me.
“OH MIGOD, YOCCHAN GET DOWN FROM THERE!”
Giving her a ‘Yeah right’ look, I turned around so that I was facing the grou-oh, hey, there was more than four floors below me. That was high up. Was that a bird making a nest on that tree down there? What was that guy doing? Was that his dog?
Wow, I’m nosy.
“YOCCHAN!”
I let out a small laugh, glancing back at her.
“Gocchin, you might want to start down the stairs now…”
We stared at each other for a long moment, and it looked like she started getting angry.
If you could call that cute little, half sleepy, pretending-to-be-Miki-but-I-look-closer-to-Koharu look ‘getting angry.’ I only smiled back.
“Gocchin, I trust you to take care of me if I do something stu-“
At about that moment, my wonderful balancing act had taken a turn for the worse, and I fell backwards, hitting the wall behind me.
I could have sworn I heard Gocchin let out a scream, but everything went so blurry and fuzzy for the next few seconds, all I remember was hearing her yell at me at how stupid I was and how I shouldn’t have been out if I wasn’t feeling well (‘cause everyone knows she already thought I was insane.)
After a few more moments, I gained semi-perfect vision back, and I smiled weakly at her from where I was lying on the balcony floor. Her cheeks were flushed red and she decided to perfect the Miki glare at that point.
Didn’t she know? I was immune to the Miki glare.
“See? I’m fine,” I finally said, sitting upright, “No sprains, bruises, cuts, bleeding gashes, or anything. It was a silly concussion at worst…”
She kept glaring.
“You. Are. Going. To. The. Hospital. NOW!”
That, the Miki glare, and the fact that she had started dragging me back into my apartment had me at a sort of loss for words, if you could call it that.
More of, I was angry at her and I didn’t want to make the situation worse.
That stupid place with the stupid white walls. I wasn’t going back there. Doctors were stupid.
Then again, so were stupid drivers who couldn’t see where they were stinkin’ going.
“GET OFF!”
I stood up, and glared at her angrily. This was getting nowhere fast.
“I’m not going to that stupid godforsaken place! Not now, not EVER AGAIN. Now, would you for three damned seconds LISTEN to what I have to say to you?”
I couldn’t tell if she was still angry or if I had scared the anger away so much it went to hide behind that cute pouty face. The one where she looked in the middle of a thought. God, did she have to be adorable?
After a moment of silence, she sighed, showing me that she was in fact still more Miki-angry than anything, and rubbed her temples.
“Fine. But if you die… then it’s not my fault.”
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As she entered the elevator, she furiously started pressing buttons again, not caring if anyone else really heard. Her hair was a mess, there were circles under her eyes, and she was wearing clothes that were far from matching, unless it was ‘yellow goes with blah ick purple green’ day.
But it wasn’t.
So it was only natural that everyone stared at Sayumi when she walked into the building. No greetings, no confetti, no ‘I’m ready to work today world!’ None of that.
Just anxiety and frustration.
“Reina, pick up your phone…” she muttered, before snorting and stuffing her phone into her bag, “FINE! Die for all I care!”
“Who are you talking to?”