L Boogie- Well you'll probably hate me by the end of this chapter but that's okay, cause hopefully it'll mean you'll come back for some more. That last one went pretty well and I think after a dozen or so checks through this, I'm comfortable with this one as well. Don't worry guys, you'll start seeing some resolution soon. Actually…very soon. Cause the next chapter will be the reunion…assuming I don't get other ideas. Either way I do believe that you will benefit in the end.
So I hope you all enjoy this next chapter. As usual, any comments, problems, suggestions, etc, let me know. Also I'd like to get the School Rumble Forums active. I wanted to discuss my next two projects and get some input. Any help with this will be very much appreciated.
Legal Shenanigans - Nope. I don't own it. If I did, well…I'd probably have screwed it up somehow. But no worries, because Harima fixes everything. Anyhow, I don't own it, and I'm poor so suing me will do very little. Please spare me! Thank you Jin Kobayashi for such magnificence.
A Reunion with Unrequited Affection: A School Rumble Fan Fiction
A Lifetime Left Behind
The hustle and bustle of the city streets were a welcome sight to the young heiress. After a very long flight filled with a variety of memories and all too fantastic or embarrassing dreams, she was finally back in Japan. Her first mission was a simple one. Get food, get home, and crash for the evening. It wasn't the most romantic of plans, nor was it at all exciting, however a nice hot shower and a soft warm pillow to lay her head on seemed almost all too enticing. Since it was the late afternoon, the markets and restaurants were still open, so she still could get something to eat.
Upon leaving the airport, her phone chimed, signaling that she had received a text message. Taking her phone from her pocket, she inspected the message to find out it was from Akira, which raised Eri's mood almost infinitely. It was very short and concise in Akira's usual fashion.
Welcome back to Japan.
Eri shrugged off wondering how Akira had known she just arrived, knowing that Akira probably had already known she would come out. She was a scary woman, one even Eri wouldn't dare to cross or go up against. Now that the Airport was behind her, she hailed a taxi to take her to the train station, where she would enjoy a relaxing train ride back into the town she remembered so well. It donned on her shortly thereafter that she might bump into someone she remembered, and so crossed her fingers, hoping to see a certain someone.
Yeah right. Cause God just absolutely loves me…
Sighing heavily, she sat back in her seat with her head rolled as far back as would be allowed. Eri watched the scenery change from inside the comforts of the air conditioned vehicle. It was only ten minutes to the train station, so she didn't really get much of a chance to let her mind wander. Once there, she was fortunate enough to catch the train while it was still loading passengers. Lugging her two large suitcases behind her, she was able to get on the train with little difficulty. However, once again, her luck was about to fall short.
As the last few minutes of the boarding passed, Eri felt a little uncomfortable, standing in the crowd, hanging on to both her luggage and her purse. Of course…these weren't the articles that she really had to worry about. Once the train began to leave the station, the blond darted her eyes about, seeing if there were any recognizable faces among her. She had figured there would be, since this is pretty much the time of day everyone got off work and when the trains were filled. Her stop would come up in around fifteen minutes, so she quietly tried to wait it out. Again, her cell phone chimed signaling that she had received a text message, and just as she reached into her purse to check it, she felt something.
Well…not just something, but someone. Rather, someone's hand…and it was slowly caressing it's way up her thigh. Her face slowly began to change colors, from her typically moderate Caucasian tone all the way to a beet red shade of anger. Immediately she dropped her purse in favor of catching the perpetrator before he had gotten his hand any further up her skirt. In a single quick action, she swooped her hand along her backside, not really bothering with anyone around her she may have nudged or elbowed along the way. When she encountered a hand that was too close for comfort, she instinctively wrapped her fingers around any part of it that could be grasped and she held on tightly. It's owner, realizing he had been caught, let out a quick gasp, and pulled hard to retrieve his hand back to safety.
However, fortunately for Eri, and not so much for himself, she had a tight grip on his ring finger. And while he did retrieve his hand back to his side, he also pulled an actively pissed blond haired heiress whom which was known to be a very skilled Kendo practitioner. First off, having refused to release her frail hostage, she returned the strong pull she had received from her assailant in the form of a very strong, though not grotesque, tug on his finger, dislocating it. Letting out an already defeated cry, the man tried to escape the woman's wrath, whom which was unfinished dishing out the appropriate punishment for molesting her. With a quick grab, she caught his other wrist while it flailed and twisted it appropriately and gave it a strong jerk, enough to hurt him and get him to turn and face her. With one final Coup de Grace, she landed a sound knee into the man's groin, dropping him to the ground in front of her.
She scolded him loudly, using language she had never really used much before now. While he was on his knees in a prostrated position, begging for his life, she took to giving him soft kicks in the head, just like she had seen Harima do to people that had crossed him time and time again. Once done abusing, emasculating, and otherwise giving him reasons to go kill himself, she looked around and noticed everyone in the train car had cleared away from her. She glared at the lack of help she seemed to commonly receive and stood quietly in the center of the human clearing, keeping her killing aura up as a forewarning to any would be perverts or thieves.
Fortunately she only had to keep that up for a few more minutes as her train pulled into the station. She was the first one off, followed from a distance by a number of other people whom were wary of the scary female. Dragging her luggage behind her, and muttering to herself about how much she hated men, she almost forgot exactly where she was. With a quick familiarizing with her surroundings, she realized she was right beside a book store. She stopped for a moment, then realized it was the one that Akira had been working at. Immediately she rushed inside, hoping to see her very good friend. To her disappointment, the person at the counter was definitely not Akira, but was a large framed man who wore glasses. Eri's expression melted away upon seeing this, and she began to turn and leave until he spoke to her.
" Excuse me miss," he said in a very nerdy tone, " but is there anything you're looking for?"
" Oh…well…I guess I do have a question…" she said in an awkwardly questioning tone.
She approached the counter, rolling her suitcases behind her, finally setting her purse up on the counter to keep an eye on it.
" So what can I do for you miss? I'll do whatever I can to help!" he stated with a smile.
" Does Akira…er…I mean, Takano work here?" she asked.
" Takano? Oh, you know the boss?" he asked in surprise.
" Sort of. We're old classmates and I thought I'd see if she was still just working here part time." Eri answered.
" Part time? You mean the boss used to work here part time? That can't be right. The boss practically lives here. I guess maybe when she was younger though. I don't know myself. I've only been here for a couple of months…" he answered in kind.
" You keep calling her boss. Does that mean she was promoted?" Eri asked again, now with more enthusiasm.
" I guess. But she's the big boss around here. Anyone who questions her rule disappears. I hear they aren't just fired, but who knows I suppose ." he continued, sounding a little creepy.
" Oh well I suppose. Thanks anyways… " she said, turning around leaving for the exit.
" Oh wait a second miss…what's your name? " he called out before she could reach the door.
" Sawachika. " she said in a single breath.
" Sawachika? Wait a second…why does that sound familiar… " he said, starting to poke around the desk.
As Eri began to walk back to the counter, interested as to why the young man knew her name at all, he opened a desk drawer and found a small bag with a tag on it. Pulling it out, he investigated the name on the tag and set it on the counter in front of her.
" Here miss Sawachika. It seems that the Boss had this set aside for you. " he stated, pushing the article towards her.
" Oh…thanks." she said meekly, unsure of what this was.
" Anytime. Oh, and please come again! " he stated happily in cadence.
She wandered back out of the bookstore, now lugging a small bag on top of her two suitcases. Deciding that she was getting even hungrier, Eri rushed to the nearest restaurant that would be on her way home. Of course, this would happen to be none other than the WAS Burger. Walking inside, she saw that there was no wait, and began to approach the counter, until she was stopped in a moment of nostalgia. Seeing a ghostly image of Karen and Lala standing at the counter with opposite expressions on their faces, taking orders and terrifying customers.
Eri stood staring for just a moment, then shook her head breaking the feeling that had come over her. She approached the counter, placed her order, and after paying, received it in a timely manner. After leaving, it was only a brisk ten minute walk to her home, all the while dragging her luggage, gifts, and food. As soon as she reached the gate, Nakamura greeted her and helped her get settled in.
How…did…Nakamura…
Putting that thought aside, she simply decided to have her bags brought up to her room, where she asked to be left undisturbed, finally getting a chance to rest on top of the bed, eating her WAS Burger meal.
I don't care if this isn't good for me. It just beats that awful coffee and bagel I had. And I'm starving, so that makes it fine.
After justifying her unhealthy purchase, she headed for the shower. Since this was her room, there was a large and spacious bathroom, where she had all of her hair and body care products scattered about. Soon, she stripped down to nothing and stepped into the shower stall, enjoying a lengthy and almost scalding hot shower. Once finished, she stared at her bright red form in the mirror, snickering softly. Afterwards, she applied her various lotions and oils as she typically would after her evening shower. Finally, ready for bed, she sat down on the mattress and pulled the comforter up around her while she inspected the contents of the bag that she was given by Akira. It was books, of course.
But not just any book. These were Harima's manga's that he had published. There were three in total, and from what she could tell from the cover, they were all apart of a single encompassing story.
Wow. He really did get them published. That's pretty amazing Harima.
She opened the first volume, and started reading through it. In only a half an hour, she finished and picked up the second one, and when that was done, the third. Breezing through the three books in under two hours, she took a moment to reflect on the story. Afterwards, she went back through them again, only this time in a much speedier time of forty five minutes. As she was rereading, she dog eared the pages to certain scenes that seemed to have a certain familiarity to them. Finally, after that second time through, she started going back and rereading all the marked sections, investigating them and trying to figure out why they seemed so familiar. And suddenly, it hit her…this whole thing was a fantastic retelling of his high school career.
The story followed a young man by the name of Genji Hamira who happened to look, act, and be named like Kenji Harima. He was hopelessly in love with a young girl named Tenra Tsukimoro, who seemed to never notice his advances despite his obviousness. Time and time again, he was also tested by life to protect Tenra and her friends from a variety of harm. They had…an interesting relationship that eventually blossomed by the end of the first book.
The second book followed their exploits as a couple through the trails and tribulations of high school life. Of course, as the book continued, the character Tenra began to fall for another boy, Uji Kamasura, until it's climax half way through the third volume where they finally broke up. Afterwards, Hamira wandered aimlessly through life, until he realizes at the end that nobody get's it right the first time, and that love can be found anywhere. This is defined by Hamira becoming closer to his friend Airie, a young woman who may be the direct opposite to the love struck delinquent, and has always been there for him despite any and all their arguing and indifferences.
After finishing, she was actually moved by his work. It wasn't grandiose by any means, nor was it a work of art…it was just simply a good read for anyone who has felt the trials and tribulations of love. After a couple more minutes of inspecting, she took to the characters that were involved and finally pieced it all together.
Of course, Hamira was Harima, and Tenra was Tenma. Uji Kamasura was Oji Karasuma. Mikoto, Akira, Hanai, Yakumo…they were all there as well. More shocking to this reader was that she was there. Partially in name, partially in appearance, but almost completely in spirit. Eri had fully realized this when, in the third volume, after which the couple had broken up, their class was performing in the Sports Festival. After Hamira had saved a small kitten from a burning building and lost a lot of his hair to the fire in the previous chapter, he was too embarrassed to show his bald head around school, fearing he would not be accepted.
And how that he worked hard during the Cavalry Battle to take down the biggest and baddest team.
Or, how after his friend and team partner Airie was hurt trying to save his cap from being knocked off to try and save his pride at the cost of her being able to race. So he decided to make a promise to her that he would enter and win the Men's Relay for her sake, where he was the anchor and pulled out an all or nothing come from behind victory.
And while he should have been celebrating that evening with the others, his cap came off while running, seeming to ruin all their efforts to hide his embarrassment, so he was avoided at the evening dance afterwards. As his hopelessness began to consume him, as he was ready to accept being a loner, as he steeled himself for leaving it all behind in search of somewhere for him to belong…she came forward.
His friend, the young and well off blond girl Airie, was the only person to approach him. She hobbled over as gracefully and with as much dignity she could, and extended her hand to the quickly deteriorating young man and asked in a soft and caring tone " Dance with me…" " What are you talking about? You with your bum leg…and me…with my bald head…you don't wanna be seen with me…" Hamira said in a tone that sounded like he was going to cry. Still, she looked down at him with that same soft and caring expression, and said, " I'm not embarrassed.
He looked up and into her eyes as she extended her small and delicate hand out to his large and powerful form, and it was then he came to a conclusion which would close the book out.
Maybe you didn't have to get it right the first time. Maybe you could start over, and try again.
Eri sat the books down on the night stand next to the bed and read the clock. It was closing on eleven and she was getting tired. It was irritating that she had to be tired since all she wanted to do was think about how she had been included into Harima's books. More so though, how his character and her character related to one another throughout the series. It donned on her though…when did he finish it? When was it
published?
Quickly, she reopened the third book to it's opening pages. To her surprise, this was only published a couple months ago. This must mean he was still writing…but more so, it vexed her further as to how things would stand.
Damn it…now it's gonna bother me for the rest of my life…Harima can't create his own characters, so he uses people from his life as to make up for that. Hell, all the experiences were all similar to what he himself had lived through as well. But he…had to use me in that…like that…so now what? Damn it. This is confusing…what…what was that Hige thinking…and…and…what…what was he thinking…
With yet another heavy sigh, Eri wandered out onto her personal balcony and sat down in one of the chairs, leaning back and staring up at the stars. When was it? When was the last time she did this, staring up at the stars from her balcony. It was back then. The last time she saw him. The last time she saw Harima.
It was a little over two years ago. She was in her mansion, along with Mikoto, Akira, Tenma, Karasuma, Yakumo, Sara, and Hanai. Eri was throwing a gathering for everyone, sending invites all the way out to America in order to bring Tenma and Karasuma over for it.
She only had to invite Mikoto, Akira, Tenma, and Yakumo, since they all maintained contacts or otherwise with the rest of those who showed up. Tenma moved to America with Karasuma, Sara lived with Yakumo in Tenma's place, and Mikoto and Hanai were…close friends. Thus is how everyone was able to attend.
Being hosted by the Sawachika family, there was little expense spared. Large sushi platters, giant punch bowls, decadent desserts and all variety of appetizers and finger sandwiches. Of course there was more than they had needed, however it didn't really matter. Fact was that there was plenty for everyone and that everyone was going to have a good time. Music played and everyone sat around the various furniture drinking their wine and punch.
" So…there I am getting faced down by some humongous guy who looks like a walking truck. I swear he was too big to fit through a doorway. Anyhow…so I wait to see what he's gonna do and he telegraphs this chop so early, I have enough time to duck it, slip behind him, and trip him from behind, getting the win. I swear, I thought this was gonna be such a problem." said a slightly boastful Mikoto.
" There's no reason for you to have been worried Mikoto. After all, you're the only person I know that goes blow for blow with me anymore." said a typically serious Hanai.
" Wow Miko that's great!" praised an excited Tenma, whom which was a lover of wrestling and martial arts.
" How about you Tenma? Do you have any kind of great stories? How is it out in America?" Eri asked with a coy smile.
" It's fun. I felt kind of out of place for a while of course, but Oji has been so wonderful! And my English is pretty good too!" the small dark haired girl boasted.
" Really? Well, let's hear it then." Eri said in an almost challenging manner.
" Okay, here I go." Tenma stated.
She took a deep breath and concentrated. With all her might, she began to focus, building up an aura that was almost palpable. Finally, she spoke.
" HELLO…MY NAME IS…TENMA TSUKAMOTO! I AM…PLEASED TO MEET…YOU VERY MUCH! " she said in a stammered and uneasy manner.
Eri nodded, stiffening her lips and cheeks, holding back a laugh.
" It's a little rough, however for Tenma that was pretty good." said the sharp eyed Akira.
" I suppose so. But how long have you two been living over there?" Eri asked.
" I guess about two years now." Tenma responded, taking a moment to think about it.
" Actually…Tenma is quite fluent. She doesn't seem to realize it though, when you put her on the spot like that." stated Karasuma in his usual cool.
" That also makes sense." Akira stated again.
" She's like that with most things." said Karasuma again.
Tenma blushed proudly, loving the praise she received from Karasuma. The others giggled and laughed amongst themselves at the hyperactive girl.
" Still, it's good to see you so happy, Tenma." said the usually quiet Yakumo.
" I just can't believe it's been over a year since we all got back together. Only person we're missing is Harima!" Mikoto blurted.
With a simple mention of his name, Eri's face filled with a tint of blush, which she hid behind a glass of punch. She had hoped someone would have invited him. Though she might have herself, she did lack the ability to do so.
" I suppose so. Who was the last person to see him? Yakumo?" Hanai asked, seemingly less concerned about any relationship the younger Tsukamoto had to him anymore.
The quiet girl was now the center of attention and began to feel uncomfortable. With all eyes on her, she began to speak.
" It…it seems that he was busy. We finished the second volume of the manga this week…so he might be off getting it printed…or maybe he was working…" she said uneasily.
Eri's face was flat and irritated. She did care a great deal about Yakumo, however couldn't help feeling the dagger of jealousy at the fact that Harima and Yakumo were very close. More so than she had wanted.
" Well that's too bad. It's been so long since I saw Harima last. I think it was that one time at the club. You remember that Eri?" Tenma said, with a clueless tone.
Eri's face turned a little more red. That was the last time she saw him as well. How could she forget that? It was probably the most wonderful night of her life still.
" Oh, and you should have seen Karasuma dance! He was amazing!" Tenma praised.
" Really? I never knew." Sara questioned, not really being very familiar with Karasuma.
" I have to see this for myself. Come on, you'll dance for us won't ya?" Mikoto chimed, egging on the fun.
" Oh won't you Oji?" Tenma pleaded, looking into her lovers eyes.
He gave a soft smile, then stood up with a nod.
" Okay. But I'll need to get my CD from the car. I would prefer some music for this." he said, giving in to everyone's request.
He walked out of the mansion while everyone cleared the area for him to show off on. He came back and with Nakamura's aid, was able to get the CD into the player and his song played. A whistle blew a few times, and the song 'Ninja Rap' by Vanilla Ice blared throughout the mansion. Karasuma's moves were quick and flashy, looking like he came out of an MC Hammer music video.
With all this going on, no one, with but two exceptions, seemed to notice that Eri had fallen rather quiet. So much so that she excused herself without anyone knowing.
Stepping out on their large balcony over looking the neighborhood, Eri sat quietly, contemplating that one thing she kept holding onto. This wasn't unusal for her, to be out here on a bright, moonlit night, staring up into the sea of stars for answers and inspiration. But she usually did it alone, and was very surprised by her visitor.
" Are…you alright Eri?" asked an uncertain and slightly nervous Yakumo.
" So you noticed huh. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. But you've always known, haven't you." Eri retorted, without any real tone in her voice.
" I just wanted to make sure that you were alright." the dark haired girl said, earnestly.
Eri let out a sigh, then motioned for Yakumo to join her.
" So…how is he? Hige I mean." she asked.
" He's doing well. I see him from time to time. Though he has been busy with working on the Manga as well as his job. It does keep him out of trouble I suppose." mused Yakumo.
" And what about you?" asked the blond, now with a hint of sharpness.
"…I'm fine." she replied, her nervousness setting back in.
" Don't lie. You aren't quite satisfied with how it's all turned out, are you?" Eri stated.
" No…I guess I'm not." Yakumo replied, more honestly than before.
" So…what do you think will happen?" the hostess asked.
" Nothing. At least for me. But I suppose it's for the best. He doesn't feel the way I do, so it wouldn't work out. I wouldn't want a one sided relationship." Yakumo said, almost uncharacteristically.
" You don't deserve that Yakumo. You're a good person." Eri praised, with a small smile no less.
Yakumo's face gained a hint of blush from the comment, as she and Eri had never truly been on great terms considering that they knew they both cared for the same man.
" T…thank you." the younger woman stammered.
" I've had a few boyfriends since…and…well…I can't quite figure out what I'm doing wrong. Is there no guy in the world like him? I thought maybe if I were in a different country, maybe I'd find someone else. Someone more sophisticated, more mannerly, and more…I don't know…high class." Eri remarked, with a hint of depression now.
" But…I think that…I think that Harima doesn't need to be all those things. I…I love him the way he is. And if he were any different…then maybe I wouldn't." Yakumo said, almost defensively.
Eri snickered quietly, knowing that Yakumo was indeed very right.
" That's true. If he were any more normal of a man, this would not be so hard. Nor would it be as interesting." she joked.
" So what now?" Yakumo asked.
" What do you mean? He's Hige. He's annoying, dirty, loud, rude, uncouth, messy, sloppy, mangy, doggerel, infuriating…there's so much about him that drives me insane…" Eri exasperated.
" But…" Yakumo said, trying to get Eri to finish her sentence.
" But underneath it all, he's a decent guy." Eri finished.
" I was hoping you would have something better to say about him, Eri." Yakumo said, half joking, half unsure of her romantic rival.
" Well, I do. But that's for me to tell him one day I guess." the blond retorted with a wink.
The pair sat in silence for a moment, until Eri spoke.
" Let me ask you one more question?"
" …Alright." Yakumo responded.
" What is it about him…about Harima…that you like most?" asked the now slightly embarrassed blond.
" W…well…"
Yakumo looked down at her feet, as she usually did, when she began to feel insecure. After a moment of thought, her eyes met Eri's with a stronger resolve than before.
" I like…how honest he is…and how gentle he can be." she said, mildly embarrassed.
Eri let her gaze lock into Yakumo's for a mere few moments that seemed to last an eternity. Once her thoughts had been gathered, she smiled and spoke in agreements.
" Yeah….I think that's what I love most about him. How he never really treated me any different than anyone else, despite my wealth or family status." she now mused.
Yakumo smiled, and it was one like Eri had never seen. She stood up and began to walk back inside, but left a small piece of paper on the table with a number scribbled on it. As she left, Eri took the small paper and held it up for her to read. It was a phone number. Must be his phone number. With that, she slipped it into her pocket and walked back inside, joining the rest of the party.
After a couple more hours of partying, and a few rounds of liquor, most everyone seemed to find a place to crash around the house. Whether in a guest room like Yakumo, Sara, and Akira, or under a table like Hanai, who doesn't hold his liquor well, especially when goaded into drinking by Mikoto and Akira. Either way, everyone was asleep, except for the good hostess, who was back to sitting on the balcony once again, staring into the early morning starry sky. Her thoughts wandered from star to star, however never did stay from the initial topic.
Harima…
Another heavy sigh, then she looked down at the small piece of paper with the number written down on it. Then suddenly, a thought crept it's way into her head.
Maybe it was because she was lonely. Maybe it was because she had far too much to drink.
Maybe it was because she was slowly getting bored.
Maybe a combination of all three.
Either way, she looked at the number written down on the paper, and pulled out her cell phone. The display lit up the time, around a quarter till three.
I wonder…if he's up right now? Would he mind?
The thought waxed and waned insider her mind, until finally in her inebriated state, dialed.
One ring.
Wait…what am I doing?
Two rings.
I…I don't even know what to say to him…
Three rings.
I…I gotta hang up!
However, before she could, the phone was answered.
" Hello?"
No! What's going on? There's no way…it….it can't be…
The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously feminine. Eri gasped for air, completely shocked. Her head became light, and the world began to spin. She could barely hold up the phone as her arms felt like lead weights. With her body beginning to shake and her eyes darting around in a panic, she wished she could have died right there.
" Oh…uh…I…I'm sorry for bothering you…" she stammered, getting ready to hang up. That is, until she heard his voice in the background.
" HEY! ITOKO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? DON'T ANSWER MY DAMN PHONE!" shouted an irate Kenji Harima in the background
Itoko…that was his cousin, right? The one who was our teacher?
After a moment of struggle on behalf of the receiving party, the masculine voice of Kenji Harima was heard clearly now, instead of in the background.
" Hello?" he asked, slightly dumbfound.
" Ummm…" Eri began, now full of uncertainty.
" Who is this?" he asked, slightly suspicious.
Alright Eri…no more time for this nervous crap. We're not in high school anymore. Time to be an adult about things…
" HARIMA!" she blurted loudly, forcing herself to be confident.
" Yeah? Is that you Oujo?" he asked in a lighter tone.
" Yeah." she said more flatly, oblivious to the alcohols effects on her speech.
" Well how about that. Your calling late." he said.
" Well…so? Would you rather I didn't call?" she said with a slur.
" What's this? Have you been drinking?" Harima retorted with a mild delight.
"…Maybe…" she said, slightly embarrassed, slightly irritated.
" So what's up Oujo?" he asked.
" Well…we're having a get together. You should like…you know….come over." she replied in a commanding, if not intoxicated tone.
The other line went quiet for a moment.
" What…right now?" he asked.
" YES NOW!" she shouted back.
The line went silent again for a moment.
" Sure, why not. Your place right?" he asked.
" Ummm, yeah." she replied, her mood swinging meekly.
" Okay. Should I bring anything?" he asked, yet again.
" Just get over here Hige!" she commanded.
With no real parting words, they hung up. It was then that Eri's realized what had just happened.
Oh my god. I just drunk dialed Harima and now he's on his way over…
She began to panic in her mind, which of course led her to do so physically. Holding her head she sighed, unsure of what to do. The party was over. EVERYONE was asleep. It would be just the two of them…which wouldn't be bad, but how would he view it? She wasn't in the right frame of mind to be making any decisions and he's expecting everyone to be up and ready to party.
This was becoming bad. She scrambled around to see what she could do, and at three in the morning and for the most part wasted, she didn't really seem to do much more than waste time.
Oh and time did waste, as before too long, off in the direction of the entrance she heard a loud knocking on their heavy doors. She approached them slowly, finally placing her hand on the door handle. She began to regret this, as she didn't want Harima to see her like this. Not wasted and panicked like this. He knocked again, and out of fear of him leaving, she pulled the door open.
Sighing again, Eri stood up and headed inside, crawling into her bed.
I am way too damn tired to even deal with that night again…jeez…
