Disclaimer: Don't want to and don't own CCS.
Author's Notes: This is nasty. Nasty nasty. Next chapter will probably be up soon. I'm having a lot of fun with this story...
Bloody Toilet Seat
"And this is the quadratic formula, x equals negative b plus or minus..." The teacher's voice droned on and on.
Tomoyo slouched lower in her seat and continued doodling in her notebook. She shifted in her seat, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Her private areas were feeling damp and sticky. Shifting slightly again, Tomoyo just couldn't find a comfortable position.
She really needed to deal with this moistness.
Tomoyo raised her hand asking, "May I go to the bathroom?" and with an affirmative nod from the teacher, rose from her seat and quickly walked out of the classroom. Once in the empty hallway, Tomoyo breathed a sigh of relief. Slowing her pace now, she resumed her journey to the bathrooms, the damp still making her uncomfortable.
Reaching the bathroom, Tomoyo pushed open the door, at once greeted by a loud hissing of released air and the putrid stench of toxic fumes wafting from one of the stalls.
People these days, she thought disgustedly, waving a dainty hand in front of her face.
Suddenly remembering why she had come to the bathroom in the first place, she hurriedly strode into a stall, swinging the door shut behind her and flipping the lock into place with one deft movement.
Dreading what she would see, she slowly unzipped the school skirt she was wearing and let it drop to the floor with a rustle. Unable to stand the suspense any longer, she quickly yanked her underwear down.
The sight that met her eyes was putrid.
Horrid.
Disgustable!
Tomoyo let out a hearty shriek.
In the stall next door, Rika was currently relieving herself of the beans she had had for lunch, but upon the scream she heard, she hurriedly abandoned her current task, and decided to help a fellow citizen in need. It would finally be her time to shine!
Clambering up the toilet, Rika stood on the toilet seat and peeked over the wall at her neighbor.
She knew what was wrong at once.
But all Tomoyo saw was red. Blood. Everywhere. On her underwear, smeared on her thighs. She was wounded. What would she do? She couldn't show this despicable sight to a teacher, or the nurse... They would surely faint from shock and disgust, so what could poor Tomoyo do? Trembling with fear, shock, disgust and sadness, she collapsed onto the toilet, weeping her heart out, holding the toilet to her like a lover.
Rika couldn't stand to see her friend so helpless and sad. But she did not know how to comfort someone. That was for Sakura.
What could she, Rika, do?
Then, it came to her. A brilliant idea! Picking up her purse, she rummaged around a bit, finally pulling out a pad. Handy and economical! It would sure brighten up her friend's day!
Launching the little packet into the air, Rika shouted to Tomoyo "Here! Catch!"
Tomoyo looked up just in time to see a small white packet fall to the ground next to her. What was it? Pulling open the wrapping, Tomoyo mistook the pad for a handkerchief, her vision burred by her tears. So she held it up to her face, wiping her tears then blowing her nose on it.
Rika looked on with interest. "That's for the blood, dear."
Tomoyo looked up. "Oh!" she said, surprised, "Um...Can I...have another one then?"
"Oh sure." Rika's head disappeared for a moment, and another white packet was launched into the air. Catching it, Tomoyo looked at it uncertainly, still sniffing.
"What...do you do?"
Rika's mind was blank for a moment, before answering, "Stick it on your underwear, to catch the blood."
"Thanks," Tomoyo smiled, thankfully. When Rika's head still hovered over the stall wall, she said, "Do you mind...?"
"Oh!" Rika grinned, "Sorry."
5 minutes later, Tomoyo walked out of the bathroom. Relieved...
Until Eriol walked up and tapped her on the shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Tomoyo...You have a red stain on the back of your skirt..."
Author's Notes: This is nasty. Nasty nasty. Next chapter will probably be up soon. I'm having a lot of fun with this story...
Bloody Toilet Seat
"And this is the quadratic formula, x equals negative b plus or minus..." The teacher's voice droned on and on.
Tomoyo slouched lower in her seat and continued doodling in her notebook. She shifted in her seat, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Her private areas were feeling damp and sticky. Shifting slightly again, Tomoyo just couldn't find a comfortable position.
She really needed to deal with this moistness.
Tomoyo raised her hand asking, "May I go to the bathroom?" and with an affirmative nod from the teacher, rose from her seat and quickly walked out of the classroom. Once in the empty hallway, Tomoyo breathed a sigh of relief. Slowing her pace now, she resumed her journey to the bathrooms, the damp still making her uncomfortable.
Reaching the bathroom, Tomoyo pushed open the door, at once greeted by a loud hissing of released air and the putrid stench of toxic fumes wafting from one of the stalls.
People these days, she thought disgustedly, waving a dainty hand in front of her face.
Suddenly remembering why she had come to the bathroom in the first place, she hurriedly strode into a stall, swinging the door shut behind her and flipping the lock into place with one deft movement.
Dreading what she would see, she slowly unzipped the school skirt she was wearing and let it drop to the floor with a rustle. Unable to stand the suspense any longer, she quickly yanked her underwear down.
The sight that met her eyes was putrid.
Horrid.
Disgustable!
Tomoyo let out a hearty shriek.
In the stall next door, Rika was currently relieving herself of the beans she had had for lunch, but upon the scream she heard, she hurriedly abandoned her current task, and decided to help a fellow citizen in need. It would finally be her time to shine!
Clambering up the toilet, Rika stood on the toilet seat and peeked over the wall at her neighbor.
She knew what was wrong at once.
But all Tomoyo saw was red. Blood. Everywhere. On her underwear, smeared on her thighs. She was wounded. What would she do? She couldn't show this despicable sight to a teacher, or the nurse... They would surely faint from shock and disgust, so what could poor Tomoyo do? Trembling with fear, shock, disgust and sadness, she collapsed onto the toilet, weeping her heart out, holding the toilet to her like a lover.
Rika couldn't stand to see her friend so helpless and sad. But she did not know how to comfort someone. That was for Sakura.
What could she, Rika, do?
Then, it came to her. A brilliant idea! Picking up her purse, she rummaged around a bit, finally pulling out a pad. Handy and economical! It would sure brighten up her friend's day!
Launching the little packet into the air, Rika shouted to Tomoyo "Here! Catch!"
Tomoyo looked up just in time to see a small white packet fall to the ground next to her. What was it? Pulling open the wrapping, Tomoyo mistook the pad for a handkerchief, her vision burred by her tears. So she held it up to her face, wiping her tears then blowing her nose on it.
Rika looked on with interest. "That's for the blood, dear."
Tomoyo looked up. "Oh!" she said, surprised, "Um...Can I...have another one then?"
"Oh sure." Rika's head disappeared for a moment, and another white packet was launched into the air. Catching it, Tomoyo looked at it uncertainly, still sniffing.
"What...do you do?"
Rika's mind was blank for a moment, before answering, "Stick it on your underwear, to catch the blood."
"Thanks," Tomoyo smiled, thankfully. When Rika's head still hovered over the stall wall, she said, "Do you mind...?"
"Oh!" Rika grinned, "Sorry."
5 minutes later, Tomoyo walked out of the bathroom. Relieved...
Until Eriol walked up and tapped her on the shoulder, whispering in her ear, "Tomoyo...You have a red stain on the back of your skirt..."