Kamui looked bemusedly at the pile of dirty laundry in the basket.
"I'm…supposed to wash all these?" The dark-haired boy said slowly, and as the full horror of actually doing it dawned on him, he almost gagged.
Sorata shook his head sympathetically. Asking someone, especially someone like Kamui, to do the laundry when all the clothes were covered in blood and all sorts of grime, was a bit much.
"No, Kamui. The washing machine washes it. You load the clothes, add the soap and it's done for you. Then you just retrieve the clothes, hang them up to dry, iron it, and fold it. Okay?"
"Um, okay." Kamui looked a bit overwhelmed by the number of steps involved. Sorata decided not to comment and leave it to the teenager to figure out by himself.
He had no idea how much he would regret that decision afterwards.
3 hours later…
"Hello? Sora-chan? Kamui-chan? We're back!" Yuzuriha unlocked the front door and poked her head in. Behind her, Arashi fidgeted, loaded down with countless grocery bags. "Sora-chan? Kaumui-chan?"
The empty hallway did look rather scary. It was unlit, except for the solitary light source that was the kitchen. Occasional muffled grunts could be heard coming from it. Then came an "OW!", followed by several colourful expletives. Yuzuriha and Arashi looked apprehensively at the source of the noise, wondering if they should investigate.
Arashi decided first. "I'll go look. Yuzuriha, you back me up." The younger girl nodded her head vigorously.
Both advanced in trepidation towards the kitchen…and stopped as a scene of horror greeted their eyes.
Kamui and Sorata lay struggling on the floor, surrounded by millions of soapsuds. The foam prevented them from getting up and both were bruised in various places. Kamui noticed their arrival first.
"A…Arashi-san! Yuzuriha-chan!"he stuttered out.
Sorata looked up from where he lay sprawled. "Ah! Nee-san! Yuzu-chan! Have you come to rescue us?"
Yuzuriha was speechless. Then she spotted her favourite tee. The once white shirt was now…pink?
Arashi was also in a state of shock. The white school uniform she had put in the laundry basket was also now stained a lovely shade of pink.
"I…I'm sorry. I should have separated the whites and the coloured. I…I put Sorata's red shirt in with the rest of the clothes, and…" Kamui trailed off.
Arashi sighed, and kneaded her forehead. She could feel a major migraine coming on. "Kamui…next time, I'll do the laundry."