The Caffeine Fighter
Chapter 4:
Downbound Train
Sharo Kirima didn't know it, but she was in a meltlike state. Snoring like a baby, her face was snuggled between Rize Tedeza's big breasts, a natural pillow that also gave her some unintended nourishment other than caffeine. "Hmmm... mmmmm... dvefijbefkjefnjvenjefnvkjefnjv..." She was softly sucking on them as she purred like a kitten in need of some warmth, some tender loving care, some...lewdness.
"Sharo, don't overwork yourself," Rize said, her eyes half lidded.
"Eh...?" Sharo woke up and sat upright, rubbing her teary eyes. Rize looked at her, wearing just her top and her underwear in a wariza position. "Rize-sempai, is something wrong?"
"No, it's just...I don't want you to always make love to my chest every day...it hurts my nipples that badly..."
A catlike smile was on Sharo's face. " Oh? So Rize-sempai is telling me that she likes the way I suck on her breasts like this huh?" She just had to chuckle.
Rize flailed. "God, stop being so lewd, Sharo, it makes me so uncomfortable!" Sharo laid a smug smile. "Even though...I like it a lot..."
"Don't worry, Rize-sempai! I already got my fill for the day! Eheheheh!"
A shiver went up Rize's spine. "I...okay, I'll take your word on it! By the way...you know what happened to the others?"
Sharo looked out from their bed. " I think they went upstairs."
"Huh!?" Rize blushed.
"There is a parlour car upstairs that allows people to look around. Can we join them?"
Rize handed Sharo her skirt. "Put this on first."
"It must hurt to have to hold the iPad that long, Mocha-nee," Cocoa Hoto said to her big sister Mocha.
"Concentrating. Cocoa-chan," Mocha said, focused like an eagle.
"Your sister continue to amaze me with her filming skills," Chino said, enthused.
"I know , right? That's why I love her."
"I wanna pattern my way of doing things after her!"
"Excuse our intrusion," said Rize, bringing a blushing Sharo with her, holding her hand. "Sorry to keep you waiting!"
"No problem, have a seat," Chiya Ujimatsu said as the two of them had a look to check out the view.
"I have a question," asked Cocoa to Rize.
"What is it?"
"Do you know the way to San Jose?"
Rize laid a dirty frown as Sharo giggled. "Cocoa, you're asking the wrong person."
"Are you talking about the one in Costa Rica?" asked Chiya.
"Huh!?" Exclaimed Cocoa, a sweatdrop on her forehead.
"Cause there is one in Costa Rica and..."
"Does it look like we are heading there!?" Exclaimed Rize, worked up.
"Rize-sempai, calm down," said Sharo, snuggling her, causing her to turn to stone before melting into a sulk.
The scent of a couple of chicken sliders, potato chips, cookies and water caused Rize to return to her noble self seconds later, her stomach growling. "Ahahahahahahaah..."
"She's back to normal!" the others proclaimed, some angelic harmonics in the background.
The girls proceeded to enjoy a rather filling lunch of sandwiches, chips, salad and water and soda. Even Mocha took time off to snack on some of the food. "American food is so flavorful," she said. "The right balance of flavors and textures."
"Full of calories too," said Chino. "Lots of calories."
"Chino-chan, you say that like that's a bad thing."
"Did I say that? I just wanted to point it out."
"Eat up, this sandwich is terrific!" Sharo said, pointing to her sandwich.
"Ahhhhhm..." Chino took a big bite. "Oh my, yep, this is amazing!"
"See what I mean? By the way, you have some sauce on your cheek," replied Cocoa, licking the ketchup off her face.
"Cocoa, not in front of everybody..." Everybody else turned away, flustered. "Mou..."
"You know," said Rize, looking out the window, "there is too many old people on this train."
"Retirees, timeshare people," said Chiya. "Mainly retirees take the train."
"Normally it's anybody, especially the opportunistic pervs," said Cocoa.
"Different train. This is a long distance intercity rail train."
"Oh? I must have been thinking about the local ones in Tokyo."
"Either that, or your imagination has run off with you," said Sharo, chugging a tall bottle of water down.
"It's gone wilder than Wild Geese, uh huh," sang Cocoa in the manner of Taylor Swift.
Sharo ignored Cocoa's silliness and continued to finish her meal. "I'm heading downstairs," she said, yawning.
Chino noticed that Tippy was bouncing on over to the dining car like a beach ball. "Ah, gotcha." She put Tippy on her head. "Stay still."
"Understood," he replied through telekinesis, visibly disappointed.
The train continued to make its way up Central California, passing through acres upon acres of farmland, cutting through valleys and scrubland along the way, through dusty fields and tunnels and hills. Evening was creeping on to the West Coast. The girls were back in their respective roomettes, changing into their color coded pajamas. Cocoa was pink, Chino was blue, Rize was purple, Sharo was yello, Chiya was green and Mocha was orange.
"You think the conductor is peeping?" Asked Cocoa.
"Why would you think that?" Rize asked.
"Hunch."
"Sliding doors," Mocha said. "And..." She pointed to the closed blinds. " We'll be all right."
Soon enough, the girls were in their pajama sweaters, pants and slippers. "Whew, glad no one saw us," Cocoa said.
Rize shivered. "Rize-sempai, something wrong?"
"Nothing...it's just...Mocha has a bigger chest than me..."
"Ufufu, naturally because I am older and your personal liaison!" Mocha said, flashing a bras d'honneur.
"Obviously..."
"You still have a bigger chest than me," snarked Sharo. "I should be the one shivering here."
"But you are wearing pajamas, so you're absolutely fine," said Chiya.
"You're only saying that to make me feel better."
"Are you?"
A deep gulp. "Yeah..." The others cracked up. Tippy was smug as ever. "Cut it out you guys!"
"Hey, look at those bright lights!" Cocoa said, pointing.
"Is that San Jose?" Chino asked.
"Correct," Tippy replied through telekinesis.
"I wish I was able to drink wine," said Mocha. "According to the staff, they had a wine tasting earlier this afternoon."
"What, you're too young?" Rize asked.
"Barely. But in France, the wine is amazing. The wine in California is nice, but France has the best wines, naturally."
"Naturally," groaned everyone else except Cocoa.
"You seem exasperated by the truth," Cocoa replied. "Truth hurts, but long live the truth, for the truth will set you free."
"Did you come up with that saying?" Chino snarked.
"An anonymous person said that."
"Yaaaaaaawn...good night everybody," said Sharo, quickly falling asleep.
"Good night," said the others to each other, before they closed their eyes and lost all consciousness...
One tree. Two trees. Three trees. A forest. Sharo opened her eyes. 4:52 a.m. The train had entered Dunsmuir, California. The resident conductor, a portly mustached fellow of 50-odd years, was going through the rounds, checking to make sure no one had gone off to seats they weren't supposed to. "Where the hell am I?" Sharo thought to herself, as she frantically tied her hair back into bunches.
Then it dawned on her. Taking a map, Sharo let her fingers do the walking. Or, in this case, her index finger. "Oh God, I am heading into Oregon! Hipsters, neckbeards and lumberjacks, oh my! Ahahahaha..." Pursuing the question, Sharo elected to head on to the sightseeing car to beat the crowd early.
Slowly but surely, as the train approached the state line, the sun gradually broke out. Then she noticed lots of old folks taking their seat. Terrified, Sharo returned to her roomette. "Is something the matter?" Rize asked.
"Old people...too many," Sharo trembled, her mouth wavy like gravy.
"Oh Sharo, you are so silly." Rize patter her ladyfriend's head. A thick misty fog hung outside as the teain raced toward Klamath Falls. The fog gave way to some light showers. The skies would eventually clear.
"Look at that big lake over there!" Cocoa said. "So beautiful!"
"There really is something about a train that is magic," Chiya replied as Mocha continued to film. Acres and acres of lush evergreen forest passed by as the train sped by Chemulth en route to Eugene, shooting through 22 tunnels in the Cascades, as well as the occassional lake or two.
"Are those bike trails?" Cocoa asked Mocha.
"I would imagine so, but so close to the track?"
"Uh..."
"I think they are there just so any ambulance can get them when there is a sick person on board," Chiya suggested.
"As expected of Chiya, so prescient," Chino added.
"Is that the University of Oregon?" Sharo asked.
"Correct," Mocha replied. After passing Albany and the state capital, Salem, the train headed for Portland. "I forgot to bring paper roses for everyone, sorry."
Soon enough, the train arrived, in time. "I think we will have a break before we get to Seattle," said Rize.
"I have heard rumours that one of the restrooms in the coach cars broke down," said Chiya.
"We're in the sleeping cars so who cares?" Rize replied, triggering laughter.
"But I also heard that on of the patrons who is Hispanic was complaining and cursing in Spanish over the restroom breaking down."
"That's not good," Cocoa noted. "Imagine the outrage if it happened in our car." Everyone's face was shaded except for Mocha, who was chuckling.
"If that happens I will murder the conductor," Rize growled, fists clenched.
"Rize-sempai!" Sharo embraced Rize.
"!?"
"Don't use violence."
"For you, of course." Sharo nodded, her look of concern as honest as Applejack. The train took off again and crossed another state line. "Oh God. We are now in Washington!" This time, the rain was pouring.
"Quick, everyone change to their regular clothes!" One hour later, the girls were back to their regular clothes, but with layers. After passing through Kelso, Centralia and Olympia, the train was now at Tacoma. The excitement was building.
Finally... "We are here!" They all said, amazed and giddy.
"Now then, get your bags and follow me to the baggage check," said Mocha. "Everyone, follow me!"
"Lead the way Mocha-nee!" Cocoa exclaimed, a fist raised.
A roundabout with luggage on it rotated. Quickly the girls got to their articles and claimed them.
"So now what?" Asked Sharo.
Rize went over and bought a Rockstar with her card. " Drink."
She did. Then... "Come on Seattle! Fight and win!"
"Sharo-chan, the Sounders are off," Chiya said.
"Seattle Sounders here we go here we go here we go! Ole ole ole ole, Seattle Sounders here we goooo..."
"Leave her alone, no one will bother her," said Rize.
"What are these form we are filling out?" Asked Chiya.
"The people at the border will want some information so fill it all out!" Mocha said in a singsong voice.
"Cocoa," Chino asked as Mocha went to purchase some water from the driver, "why are you filling the French side?"
"Fluent," she replied. "I can read and speak it."
"Showoff."
"This water," said Mocha distributing the stash, "is bottled from Alberta."
"Alberta!?" The others were shocked.
"Where's that?" Sharo asked, her state of mind normalized.
"It's located next to the province we are going to," said Mocha, providing a visual.
"Oh," they all said.
"The more you know," Tippy added. The coach traversed through tree-lined hills before reaching the border at Blaine. A nearby duty-free shop saw the girls temporarily head off to check things out.
"Oh bummer," said Cocoa. "The person changing the money isn't here."
"Back on the bus," said Mocha. The coach eventually got to Pacific Central Station, where the girls got off.
"Okay, at this point we head to our respective hostels," said Mocha. "Let's have fun and stay dry!"
"Right!" As the others left to take the Skytrain to Waterfront Station, Rize went over to Sharo. "Tell Philippe I said hello, okay?"
"Okay..." And with a kiss, there went Rize.
Sharo was all alone. A cold snap sent her down to her knees. One hour later, "On my way, monsieur!" A nce cup of coffee from Tim Hortons got Sharo motivated to head to Main Street Station. She went over. "You guys are still here!"
"The station is closed until 5 a.m., ahahahahah..." Cocoa said. Sharo pointed to the Tim Hortons. "Coffee?" Sharo's creepy catlike smile won in the end. "Uh..."
END CHAPTER 4
