Author's Note: Thank you again for your continued readership. I am doing my best to keep it funny and entertaining, but it's a struggle sometimes, because let's face it, sexy make-outs are way easier to write.
Please enjoy, and let me know if you don't so that I can begin the self-flagellation and rewrites.
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Noi sipped at the white wine Takenaga had poured for her and casually sat down next to Sunako, who was busy drawing stick figures in gruesome poses. Sunako had refrained from the liquor, plotting a sober escape from the drunkards later on in the night.
Kyohei was bellowing at the tele-novella on the screen, Yuki was draped upside-down over the edge of the bed, and Ranmaru was describing in lurid detail his last intimate encounter with a married house-wife to a repulsed (yet fascinated) Takenaga.
"Sunakooooo," Noi said softly, batting her eyes.
Sunako snorted up blood as she took her eyes of the paper and pulled her sunglasses off the table and slid them on her nose.
"Ohhhh stop that," Noi groaned, reaching out and pulling the glasses off her face. "I need a favor, Sunako my darling-est."
"That's not a word," Sunako muttered.
"Mmm," Noi agreed gleefully. "Sunako, you are the light of my world. You are the rain that patters lightly on my roop-tof. Rooftop. You are the monkey who tries to steal tinfoil from the pots I leave in the jungle. You are… Wait, that didn't make any sense. You are…"
Sunako stared sullenly at her. "Beautiful creature. Get to the point."
"Sunako, we are friends, aren't we?" Noi asked her, looking deeply into Sunako's eyes and pouting. "Please call me Noi."
"Noi," Sunako repeated. "We are friends. Now get to the point. You are too drunk to be playing coy."
Noi giggled. "I didn't really come to Mexico to protect Takenaga. I came so that he and I could… could…" She suddenly stopped giggling and blushed deeply. Sunako watched her closely. "Well… so we could maybe be alone together. In his room. All night."
Noi looked truly embarrassed and blushed again.
"But he's sharing a room with Kyohei," Sunako said obtusely.
"Yes, I know," Noi said, giving Sunako a meaningful look. "Perhaps… If it's not too much trouble…"
"Yes it IS too much trouble," Sunako snapped suddenly. "I covered for you at the hot springs, but then at least, all I had to do was distract Kyohei so you could spend time with Takenaga! This is something else completely! We all need to sleep tonight! Jet-lag won't let me play ping-pong with Kyohei until five in the morning. What do you propose, he sleep in here?!"
Noi shrugged, "Basically."
Sunako gave her a stricken look. "But… but… but… there's only one bed! Noi, you're drunk. Let's talk about this some other time…"
"No," Noi insisted, pinning Sunako's arm to the table as she tried to stand. "Listen, Sunako. There's a bathtub. He's so drunk he won't know where he is. Tell him it's his room and just let him pass out in there. PLEASE. I'll buy you the new Halloween Collector's Set on DVD."
Sunako glanced at Kyohei as he stumbled toward the television, arguing with the Spanish-speaking actors, face red and eyes half-glazed.
"Well… if it's just for the one night," she said reluctantly.
"Yeah," Noi echoed insincerely, almost guiltily. "Just the one…"
"Takeeeee," Ranmaru growled playfully, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "So yer girl is here, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess," Takenaga replied bashfully, grinning back and rubbing his ice-filled tumbler with his thumbs.
"You and her," Ranmaru started, tilting his face forward and looking at Takenaga in a very private Just-Between-Us-Men sort of way (or at least, he would have had he not been so drunk. Instead it came off as a What-The-Hell-Is-That-On-Your-Nose look), "you two still haven't-"
"NO!" Takenaga cut him off, blushing brightly. "Have some di-di-di-di'nity. Di'n'ty. Di'nity. Dig. NITY. Ranm'ru!" He shook a finger at his friend, before realizing he was admonishing a lamp and turned forty-five degrees to his left. "Where'd y'go. For goo'ness sake. Noi's a laaaady. No' some prom date. Jeez."
Ranmaru put his hands up defensively. "Hey, bubs. No one's sayin' she is. I'm jus' sayin', you two shoul' DO IT."
"Do it," Takenaga echoed.
"Oh yeah! You guys to'ally should! Goo-d'idea, Taky-boy!" Ranmaru's face lit up, alcohol destroying the memory that he had been the one to suggest it. "'Member how I tol' you 'bout that girl I did behin' the bleachers a' school an' she wasn't wearin' pan'ies an' I bent her ov'r a chair an'... an' DID IT?" Takenaga blinked blankly at him. "Well you shoul' DID IT too."
"We SHOULD d'dit," Takenaga agreed fiercely.
"Tha's what I've b'n SAYING," Ranmaru said irritatedly, throwing his hands in the air. "Yeesh. Noi an' me hadda li'l talky talk 'bout it, an' she's talky talkin' to S'nako, an' now we're talky talkenin' an' soon you two l've birds are gonna… gonna…"
"Do it?" Takenaga offered.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeessssssss," Ranmaru agreed. "You guys to'ally should! Yer brill'nt!" He looked over at the bed. "Yuki. Yuki. Yuki. Yuki."
Yuki did not look up from his repose.
"Yuki."
Nothing.
"Yuki."
No response.
"Yuki."
More silence.
"Yuki." Ranmaru stopped and looked back at Takenaga. "Mus' not be him."
Yuki mumbled something unintelligible into the coverlet and drool slid down the fabric. Ranmaru heard it and bent down to his ear.
"YUKI," he yelled as loud as he could into it. "Le's go t'bed. C'mon." He grabbed Yuki's hand and pulled him off the bed, thumping his body loudly onto the floor. He began to drag Yuki to the door by his wrist, then pulled the door open and held it open with his foot while he heaved Yuki through, assuring the smaller boy rug burns on his stomach. "Ni' ev'r'one. Sleeeeep goooood!"
They could hear him burst into giggles in the hallway, the mildly disturbing sound of a body being dragged down to his room.
Noi dashed to her feet away from Sunako and grabbed Takenaga's hand. They both turned scarlet.
"Um, Takenaga, showmeyourroom," she mumbled.
He grinned stupidly and nodded. "I think it's through here," he said, pointing to the closet. He started to take a step forward.
"No, it's this way," Noi said, laughing and pulling him toward the door.
Noi waved to Sunako and beamed again before shutting the door behind them, leaving Kyohei and Sunako alone.
Kyohei was no longer hollering at the television, instead slumped against the end of the bed, eyes drooping as he blinked slo-o-o-o-owly.
Sunako glowered at him. She went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her as she commenced to get ready to go to bed. Could she sneak out if he was in her room? He would be in the bathroom, after all. But what if he heard something? Then again, he was so drunk he'd probably sleep through a fire. Should she murder him in his sleep since he was here and prone?
She snickered softly to herself. Kyohei was so drunk he would probably vomit at some point in the night. Easier than killing him would be to leave him alone and let him choke on his own barf.
Sunako's snickers turned into cackling as she opened the door and looked down at the drunk teen.
Kyohei's eyes fluttered open and he tried to look around the room.
"Tkkkgga," he mumbled.
"He's gone to your room already," Sunako said sweetly. "Wouldn't you like to join him?"
"Cnnngup," Kyohei slurred, leaning to his left, feet sliding weakly underneath him in an attempt to gain purchase on the carpeting.
"Suuuuure you can," Sunako replied, grabbing her sunglasses. She slipped them on and leaned over Kyohei, putting her arms under his and lifting him to his feet. "Now, Brilliant Creature, look as you stand! All by yourself! And open the door and walk out. Look, now you're walking by yourself to your bedroom. Here you go down the hallway…"
She began to drag him toward the bathroom, taking tiny steps backwards. His feet trailed on the floor behind them. His face was inches from hers, but she had on the protective sunglasses, so she remained unfazed.
"And here you are at your room door. Takenaga is in there with tempura shrimp for you and… other things that you like. Mmm shriiiimp. Lookit all that, juuuuust for you."
"Tmmpr," Kyohei sloshed, drool seeping out the side of his mouth.
"Yessss, and now you're opening your door and…" Sunako took a step into the bathroom.
"MMMkey!" Kyohei blurted, his hand going for his pocket. "Gagitke!" He spun so suddenly, so strongly that Sunako did not have time to let go.
"NO!" she shrieked as he lost his balance and began to topple over on top of her. She stumbled and landed hard on her elbow, causing her to cry out in pain, then again as Kyohei landed on her stomach and chest, knocking her head to the carpeting. The sunglasses flew from her face and skittered to a stop underneath the bed. "Get off!" she snapped.
"Whzzt," he mumbled, eyes drooping. He put his head down on her chest and closed his eyes. "Hol' still. Tryin'ta slep."
Sunako growled and tried to wrestle him off as his arms closed around her and held her tightly to himself. Despite her frantic struggling and kicking, Kyohei clung to her, drool escaping down his cheek slightly.
"Kyohei, get up!" she hissed. "The tempura shrimp is over there!" But Kyohei did not stir. "Free money if you get up now!" He did not move. "There's stuff over there that you like that you've never mentioned before ensuring that you are an almost completely flat one-dimensional character!"
Groaning, she flopped her head back on the ground. She looked down her chest at him furiously, then stopped cold. His soft hair fluttered gently in the breeze of the air conditioner, and his lips were slack and soft. His long, thick eyelashes brushed against his lower eyelids, and his cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol.
Blood began pouring from her nostrils and she quickly looked away, allowing herself to blush unhappily. He nuzzled his face between her breasts and she shrieked in indignation as the blood began gushing faster.
"Stupid beautiful monster," she whispered. "You'll pay for this. Las Mommias will make sure of it."