Fraudulences Of Words
An Executive Committee Fanfiction By enervate
A/N: Sorry for the slow update. I'm now busy preparing for my exams, so this is probably the last update before my exams [3rd November – 21st November]. Thank you for reading this fic, as it is very meaningful to me! :D
Reviews, please. On with the fic?
Part 8 : Voyage
Sayaka hummed giddily as she snapped open her beeping cellular, and greeted the caller with a slurred "Moshi moshi." Her face was flushed red as an aftereffect of the alcohol fiesta in Michie's suite. "Why the hell did you call me in the middle of the night, Kubota?" She said as she allowed herself to fall onto the bed like a rat drowned in sake. From the other side of the phone, Kubota was being patient, knowing Sayaka's rather unpredictable nature. "I'm just calling up to find out~"
"Yeah, yeah, I know... about your boyfriend, eh?" Sayaka interrupted him. "Yes... you sounded drunk. Are you all right?" Kubota queried. Sayaka mumbled something Kubota identified as "Give me a moment." Sayaka dropped the phone onto the bed. She felt the heat rise on her face. Dragging herself to the bathroom, she wetted a towel and pressed it against her face. This is just so much better...
"Sorry for that just now." Sayaka apologized as she picked up her phone. Even through the cellular, she could hear Kubota shrug. "It's okay. So~" "Yes, about Tokitoh. He was pretty much normal about it... he didn't show any signs of depression or sort. Probably he was unaffected by your call." Sayaka remarked, fiddling with the edges of the white towel on her face. A brief moment of silence, ensued by a thoughtful reply. "Hmm, really? It will take some time, I know. Meanwhile..." Kubota's tone softened. "... look after him, until he is back with me."
"Concerned, are you?" Sayaka noted. Another fragment of time in silence. She could almost imagine Kubota sighing. Her lips curled into a smile. "Well, I know you do. Don't worry. We will be looking out after him." In response, Kubota said nothing. Sayaka pursed her lips. "Well, are you going to say anything?" "No. I have nothing to say. Good night." Sayaka glared at the phone as Kubota closed their conversation abruptly. "Tsk." Sayaka stuffed her cellular inside her pocket and switched off the lights. As busy as she was, she needed some rest. She mumbled silently to herself. If anything or anyone disturbs me from my slumber,... its "SHI NE!" [Die!] and nothing else...
* * *
Tokitoh grumbled his way as he proceeded to open the door. The doorknob squealed as he turned it to the right, its solid metal body felt icy to him. "Who the hell..." Tokitoh muttered as the teak door swayed open. His eyes widened when he saw the person in front of him. He didn't much expect a visitor in the middle of the night, when the other ephemeral residents of the hotel were slumbering away, lost in dreams and possibly, nightmares. Least he would expect the person right in front of him to be there. Given his rather irked mood, he would have yelled at the person. That would have been his choice of greeting, if it weren't for his weariness that subdued all hostile reactions he would have think of doing. Nonetheless, he was not very pleased with this unexpected visit.
"Why the hell are you here? Your room is there..." Tokitoh pointed across the corridor. Toro stood before him, grinning slightly, his hands tightened around the slender neck of a half-emptied bottle filled with sparkling golden liquid, his face tinted slightly with pink on the cheeks. "No... I am not lost, you idiot. I'm here for a talk... that's all. Care to chat?" Tokitoh was about to point out the time to Toro, but the other guy just walked into Tokitoh's room without bothering for an invitation. He settled down on a chair, and waved the bottle of alcohol towards Tokitoh's direction. "Want some?"
Tokitoh frowned as he gave in, and slammed the door. "No. Now, what? Why are you here?" Toro replied with a grin. "A chat?" Tokitoh sighed, and slapped his forehead in exasperation. He sat down on the edges of his bed. "Very funny, Toro. Go chat with Sora. No point finding me. I don't know what to talk about."
"..." Toro quieted at the mention of Sora's name. He stared listlessly at the glass bottle in his grasp, and swayed the bottle slowly, watching the golden liquid moved gracefully from left to right, to left, to right, to left, to right. Tokitoh gritted his teeth. What the hell now? Can't that idiot see that I am tired? Damn it... Toro suddenly spoke up. "It is about Sora. I just want someone to listen to my problems, Tokitoh. I just want an advice... please? I'm sorry to disturb you now... I just want to talk."
Tokitoh was surprised by Toro's words, which came out as a quiet whisper. If it weren't because of the silence of the night itself, Tokitoh swore he could barely make out what Toro said. Tokitoh retorted. "Well, you should have find Hotaru. She is a good counselor." Toro shook his head rather angrily. "Look, I am not in need of a counselor, okay? All I wanted now is just a peer to peer talk, not some fucking counseling sessions by some certified whatever... and I just need an honest advice by someone who experienced the same thing before. Get it? What do you want me to do now, beg for you to hear me? Fuck it. I just need someone to talk to! Can't you be at least a little bit considerate, since we are in the same boat now?"
"Same boat? I don't know what the hell are you referring to, Toro." Tokitoh replied evenly. Toro just grinned slyly, juxtaposing his own angry remark earlier. "Now, who was that guy above there, Tokitoh? If he wasn't your koi, who else? I knew he is... or rather, was, someone special to you." Tokitoh only glared at Toro, astonished at what Toro just said. "He wasn't... oh well, he was. Fine. Whatever. Fuck you. Now tell your damned story, and I swear I won't be too lenient in my advice!" Toro just mock-saluted Tokitoh. "Thanks..."
Toro quieted down for a moment, and took a sip from the bottle of alcohol. Tokitoh raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you drunk?" Toro shook his head. "No." His flushed face and wavering voice betrayed his answer. Tokitoh replied pointedly. "Don't you dare to vomit or do any mess in this suite, or I'm going to lodge a complain to Hotaru and switch to another room A.S.A.P." "Nah, I won't. Promise. Now... where are we? Oh yeah..." Toro placed the bottle on the table, and closed his eyes. "... about Sora."
"What happened? It seems like you two were so lovey-dovey all the time in the afternoon, and even just now, in Michie's room. And it was just... an hour ago. Surely it is impossible for anything to happen in such short notice of time." Tokitoh remarked rationally. Toro shook his head. "Nah, we had a fight about a week ago. Actually, he is still mad at me."
"Hmm? But you two were..." Tokitoh pointed out, referring to Toro's public display of affection. Toro shrugged. "Those were all staged, Tokitoh. Sora is someone who prides on his image. He doesn't want to be seen fighting with me in the public eye. But those were all drama, all drama and nothing but a drama, Tokitoh. He is still mad at me. I just don't know what the hell am I supposed to do." Toro sighed in frustration. Tokitoh could only silently comment in his head. Wow... what a weird couple...
"Well, then what is the fight all about?" Tokitoh asked, curious. Toro bit his lips. "Well, I know I am wrong... but..." "Hell, Toro, I asked about the fight, not about who is wrong and who is right." Tokitoh retorted. "Oh, okay... well... urm..." Toro sighed. "Well, sometimes,... okay, I'll start from the beginning. Both Sora and I are students in this all-boy's school. And as you know, adolescence homosexuality is common in such places. So..." Toro paused. "I knew Sora since we were in kindergarten. We lived next to each other, so you can say he is the 'boy next door'. In school, I am quite popular,... so there are many guys who wants to be with me..." Toro had the grace to blush at his own remark. Tokitoh gave a smirk. "Oh... I see." Toro retorted sharply. "Shut up! Well... there are some rabid fans of mine in the lower grades... and more than often they trailed me. And well,... I know I am wrong here..." Toro paused again. Silence hung in the room like a thick cloak, for a long moment it stayed there.
Tokitoh sighed in exasperation for the umpteenth time. "Stop saying you're wrong and get on with the story, will you? If you keep on stalling, I will be very pleased to show you the way to the door." "That would be unnecessary..." Toro said rather apologetically. He drank a few gulps of the alcohol in the bottle, and continued.
"Being the person I am... I flirted with them too." Seeing Tokitoh's frown, Toro added. "Well, that is my nature. I know I am walking on tightropes by doing so, but it was all... instinctive. I don't even know why I played along. I knew Sora hated the idea of me being with someone else. I knew he is someone terribly possessive. And yet, I played with his feelings. I just don't know why."
"You're cruel." Tokitoh replied, grinning. "Continue... I could sense there are more to be heard."
Toro smiled. "Well, I just love to watch him pout, frown,... the way his eyes darkened in hurt, and to look on the light of his face when I reassured him that he will be my one and only... he is an angel, Tokitoh. Really." Toro sighed, his eyes rather wistful. "I'm feeling so damn sorry now... so sorry for all the things I did..."
"Well, you haven't told me about the fight." Tokitoh pointed out. Toro snapped from his reverie. "Oh yeah, that stupid fucking fight. Well, it took place a week ago. We were in school. And then~"
The lights went out all of the sudden, and it made Tokitoh jump a little. He was rather absorbed into the conversation with Toro, and this sudden blackout really took him by surprise. Blackness consumed the room in an instant, save for the only source of light from the door that led to the balcony. A soft, unnatural glow filled the room slowly, courtesy of the silver moon. Darkness, and moonlight. Not another reminder of my first kiss,... not now. Tokitoh sighed warily. The management of the hotel should do something soon. I don't want to spend my night in darkness.
Tokitoh was about to remark on the sudden blackout when suddenly, he felt fingers tightly gripping his hand. "What the fuck?!" Before he could react to that unwanted onslaught, someone threw him onto the bed with a sudden force and pinned him face-down on the mattress. Tokitoh wanted to yell, but his face was shoved into the white linen. His shout came out muffled by the deceitful fluffiness of the mattress. "Don't yell." He heard someone speak out, and he almost wished that it wasn't anyone he knew. The voice belonged to Toro. Undeniably. Logically it belonged to Toro, because there was no one in the room except for the both of them. And logically, Tokitoh was unwilling to believe this. He could sense the motives of Toro's actions, but he forced himself to deny it. No... this person is not Toro... no... it is some stranger... no. This could not be happening... no.
Tokitoh felt a sudden seizure within him as he struggled to breathe. He could not breathe with his face forced into the mattress. He thrashed about frantically, swearing that he would kill the person if he had the chance to do so. Suddenly, the person let go off his clutches on Tokitoh's head. Tokitoh lifted his head and breathed sharply, trying to recover from the lack of oxygen. "Why did you do this to me?" He scowled, trying to get up, but the person cleverly pinned him down on the legs, disabling him from any movement.
"Tokitoh-kun..." Tokitoh felt warm breath on his ears, tickling him like little teases, sending down impulses of code red beeping shrilly in Tokitoh's head. And his vision affirmed everything. It is Toro, leaning his face against Tokitoh's, whispering softly, his words slurred. "You're drunk, so get off me!" Tokitoh yelled as he tried to push Toro away. For someone who is supposed to be drunk, he is strong... Tokitoh struggled again in futile. "You belong to Sora! Damn it! Get lost, Toro! Fuck... can't you understand???" Tokitoh almost cried out in exasperation. Toro showed no change of emotion even at the mention of Sora's name. "Come on, Tokitoh..." He purred softly. Tokitoh continued his struggle, disbelieving everything that took place. No! No, no, no, no, no and no! Fuck... I shouldn't have let him into the room. He was drunk, to begin with...
"You just don't know how much I miss you..." Toro said as he buried his face into the back of Tokitoh's neck, breathing little kisses down the spine. Tokitoh fought back tears that threatened to form in his eyes. No... no one is allowed to do that to me... only... only...
And in the moment of this nightmare he wished he was still back with Kubota, safe and sound.
It was all useless to struggle. Toro was strangely strong, and Tokitoh remained as defenseless as ever. It was such irony that this was the same person who kicked asses in Araiso Private High School, parallel to the motto "We are the justice, we are the law!". How ironic this whole scene was! Tokitoh was choked by emotions, feeling humiliated by the things that are to be taking place, and yet, he felt completely lost. Again, he lost. Again, he became the loser. Losing over and over and over again.
Wait. Tokitoh was perplexed as he thought of Toro's recent words. "You just don't know how much I miss you..." ... what the fuck? Toro miss me? No... then this could not be him after all...
He was paralyzed as a pair of familiar lips grazed upon his, a familiar tongue forcing him to open his mouth. No. It couldn't be. His mind screamed to fight back, but he was too lost in the cauldron of confusion, too lost in the depths of the obscurity around him. Everything was at clockwork, no longer real... not at all. But something about that predatory lips...
They kissed him the way he was kissed before. The way it nipped gently on his upper lips, sucked violently on the lower counterpart, the way the tongue shoved them open and explored him altogether... it brought a chilling sensation over him. Something about this was amiss. Only one person kissed him this way before. Only one.
Tokitoh braved himself to open his eyes. And his retinas confirmed his deadliest fear. Kubota. Makoto Kubota before him, eyes shining with some inner light, resembling a cat which successfully cornered a mouse. Why did he feel like he is the metaphorical mouse? This is so insane... there is no way Kubota could enter the room. No way. Not at all...
"Tokitoh." Kubota slowly traced the outlines of Tokitoh's jaw. "Return to me." He caressed Tokitoh's cheek gently, as if persuading him. Tokitoh's eyes widened. "No. You are the wrong one to begin with, Kubo-chan." He glared at Kubota. "Why must I return to you?" Kubota only responded with a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Return to me, Tokitoh... just return." He trailed kisses across Tokitoh's cheek, and slowly, he pressed another kiss onto Tokitoh's lips. Tokitoh gulped, feeling really confused. ... this is not the Kubota I knew... he would not plead me to return... no. This...
Suddenly Kubota's face convulsed into Toro's face, and back again, and again, to Toro. Tokitoh gasped in horror as he shoved the person with all the strength he could summon. Who the hell is it? The voice was a mixture of Kubota's and Toro's, and it did nothing but to add to Tokitoh's fear. "No! Damn it... no!" The person staggered backwards, but regained balance and walked towards Tokitoh. "I really miss you... Tokitoh..." Tokitoh shuddered in terror as he backed away, disgusted and somewhat fearful. The chimerical creature before him reached out, and whispered. "Tokitoh... return to me." The darkness of the room only served to confuse him further. No... that could not be Kubota. That could not be Toro. That could not be anyone I know. No... I don't know this monster in front of me. I don't know the person, the monster, in front of me... no.
The unknown stranger pounced onto Tokitoh, pinning him fast onto the mattress again. Tokitoh screamed with all his might, whatever courage he had in him... to dismiss the fact that the person in front of him isn't Kubota nor Toro... but another monster who was destined to vanish in the coming twilight, as Tokitoh's scream rose in decibels...
* * *
Tokitoh panted, his face slick with perspiration as he sat in the middle of his bed, his emotions swirling like a whirlwind inside him, threatening to tear him apart from the powerful surge within. Oh no... is it a dream?... but it felt so real... Tokitoh wiped his forehead with his damp hand, his eyes blinking in disbelief. Everything felt so real, and yet everything was only a fragment of his subconscious mind playing a dreadful drama on him. He clawed at the hem of his blanket, trying to get a grasp of reality. Suddenly, when his door was knocked upon, it made him jump in surprise. He felt like as if his dream revisited him, starting from the knocking on his door. He was tentative of opening it, fearing that his dreams would reemerge in reality. But the knockings were persistent, harsh knocks, unlike those slow ones in the opening of his dreams. "Tokitoh-kun? Tokitoh!"
Tokitoh sighed, feeling relieved. He got up from his bed and opened the door without hesitation. Emiko and Sayaka stood there. Emiko was deeply concerned, while Sayaka portrayed calmness, although her brow arched in worry. "Are you all right?" Emiko asked, biting her lips. Tokitoh frowned in amusement. "Huh? Why? Nothing... happened." Well, in contrary, something did happen...
"Really? Are you sure, Tokitoh? We heard someone yelling, and something heavy fell down. It is all too hard to miss, since if you remembered, our rooms are next to yours." Sayaka said cynically. Tokitoh shook his head. "No... not at all." He paused, then continued. "... where is Toro?" Tokitoh paused, and braced himself for the answer. He felt that if he knew where Toro is, then he could clarify whether the whole damn incident was fact or fiction. Hopefully he is in his room... together with the person he is supposed to be with...
"Toro-kun? Well..." Emiko stared at Tokitoh as if he asked her whether the skies are blue, when the answer was obvious. "... he is in his room, or rather, in the suite both Sora and him shared. The door's closed... I'm sure he is in. Why?" Tokitoh shook his head. "Nothing... nothing."
"You're weird, Tokitoh. You sure nothing happened? We do hear loud noises from your suite. We are worried, you know..." Sayaka queried, folding her arms around her. "... and you are perspiring. Heavily, I might add." Sayaka pointed out, noting the traces of sweat glistening upon his face. Tokitoh scowled as he wiped them. "Nothing happened. Will you girls just believe me?" Given his tone of exasperation, he well knew that they would not believe him. But he did not care. He made his point clear and it was all up to them to believe.
"Are you having a nightmare or something?" Sayaka asked in a matter-of-fact tone. Tokitoh groaned. "What is this, a counseling session? Yes, fine, I had a nightmare and nothing much. Thank you so much for your concern." Tokitoh replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Sayaka rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah,... and so to say that a good deed deserves a good return." Noticing that Emiko was silent, she turned around to address her friend. "Emiko? Nothing to say?" Only then, Sayaka noticed that Emiko was tugging on her sleeves. "What is it, Emiko?"
"Sayaka... do you think its the..." Suddenly Emiko voiced out in fear. Sayaka frowned. "No... of course not. That's a ludicrous tale... after all." Emiko grasped Sayaka's hand, and bit her lips. Tokitoh noticed that she looked rather pale all of a sudden. "I'm afraid, Sayaka... what if..." Sayaka rolled her eyes impatiently. "No... forget about it. It is just another stupid tale, okay? Koitsu made it up."
Tokitoh cleared his throat loudly. "What is this all about?" He squinted at them. A set-up? Why do I have a sinking feeling something bad happened? Sayaka sighed loudly, as if to demonstrate her intolerance. "Someone here was scared by a silly ghost tale told by Koitsu-kun during our night out in this hotel last year. Apparently, he told us that one of the suites were haunted by some spirit, and that spirit wanders from room to room in unrest, sometimes preying on the resident's dreams, causing nightmares, bla-bla... another ludicrous tale, as I said earlier." "But it was so coincident, Sayaka-san! Koitsu reminded me about the tale just now..."
"So? It is just another unexplained coincidence." Sayaka shrugged off the thought of any correlation between Tokitoh's incident and the mention of the silly ghost tale by Koitsu. Emiko bit her lip. "But... Sayaka~"
"No 'buts', Emiko. I'm going to bed, now that the case-of-the-mysterious-noise-next-door is solved. Thank you so much for your time, Tokitoh." Sayaka remarked sweetly, half mocking Tokitoh's tone earlier. "I'm returning to my room." She walked away haughtily, and only paused when she noticed Emiko still standing there, glancing worriedly at Tokitoh and his suite. "Emiko! It is another stupid tale. Come on!" She marched back, rather pissed, and dragged Emiko all the way.
Tokitoh frowned. Another stupid ghost tale? He glanced at his room. Nothing. Silence. The room was dark, except for one corner of the room, with the moonlight pouring in from the sliding doors that led to the balcony. The night was starless, a clear stretch of velvety black with a splotch of flaring white that was the moon. Soon, veils of black were thrown over that patch of light, one by one until the white spot was no more. The room darkened once again, losing all its soft glow.
Nothing preternatural, right? Tokitoh wondered as he closed the door and sat on his bed. He laughed hollowly. What the hell am I expecting? The spirit that haunts the suite? Slowly, his nightmare flashbacked in his mind. The blackout, as dark as it was now. An eerie sensation cascaded down Tokitoh's spine. Instinctively he switched on the bed lamp. A delicate yellow glow enveloped the room like a fragile shell which stood strong protecting the vicinity and yet could crumble down in any moment. Tokitoh submerged in this ephemeral sensation of security as he tried to sort out fact from fiction.
The dream haunted him like the metaphorical spirit of Koitsu's ghost story haunting the suites of the hotel, giving no rest to the denizens in both mind and soul. Tokitoh grabbed the blanket and wrapped himself in it, as if its physical presence gave extra comfort to the existence of fact, and to confirm that his dream remained a dream and nothing but a dream. But as disturbing as the dream was, he found slight solace in it... solace, in a small fraction of that nightmare.
If dreams were to be the reflections of a human's subconscious mind, the nightmare he had manifested an agenda he feared to confront : he still longed for Kubota.
Undeniably, even in his dreams, Kubota was still Kubota, and the slight brush between their lips felt so real, in contrast to the falseness of the dream he had. The taste of that kiss was as sharp as ever, stinging his own lips with a searing sensation he could not deny. No,... it will never be mine again. I must move on. Tokitoh reprimanded himself for succumbing to return to Kubota. Let me find someone new, and forget about him... just let me find someone else... someone... just someone...
... so that I will forget about him.
Tokitoh sighed loudly, only to have the suite sighing softly in response, the echo resonated within his mind although he knew that there was no echo to begin with, for the walls were fabricated. He felt like his mind was playing another cruel game on him, a follow-up of Kubota's own cruel game, perhaps? Or maybe he did not long for Kubota, but rather, the nightmare was a result of the afternoon encounter with Kubota. Or maybe, he was too tired, and the nightmare was a result from all his pain, all of his sadness...
...whatever that led to the cause of the nightmare, I wished it never took place. Never. It only served as a catalyst in confusion, something to distract me from the choice I made earlier. Am I really to return, or am I to stray, to leave and not to return?
Why am I always the loser? Tokitoh closed his eyes. I don't want to be the loser... no more. I don't want to lose. I don't want to lose... I just don't want to lose...
Or maybe,... I just don't want to lose Kubota.
How many times had I wondered before this, about our relationship? Admittedly it went wrong... too wrong... maybe we shouldn't have kissed, shouldn't have leaned together in that fucking sofa, shouldn't have done all those forbidden things that we did together... then we all would not be here. I would be back in that white apartment, playing the black PS2, living my life in monochrome and everything would be as black and white as ever. I would be enjoying holidays at the place I used to call home, spending the afternoons together with Kubota, roaming countless streets and only to return home late night, both of us slightly drunk, leaning close against each other...
... no. The cycle repeats, only to make me more confuse than ever. Each time he leaned against me, whether intentional or not, I felt like there's some kind of a choking burden upon my shoulders. A burden which I gladly carry and yet I hated so much. A burden defined as love? Maybe.
More than once, I wondered, why did we become lovers in the first place? Is it out of a sense of responsibility and duty, because we kissed and slept together? If it is so, then why did we end up kissing in the first place? Is it driven by pure love, or by pure lust? What is this all about? Sexual tension? It all remained unresolved now, isn't it? We are all chained to the ground by our actions and words. Nothing could change the past anymore. Nothing. We are all chained to the core of our problems, and in the end... we are back to square one.
I know I miss Kubota, somehow. He was part of me,... and he will still be part of me, until...
... until the moment someone else replace him, which I doubt anyone will.
Tokitoh buried his face into the soft white fluffy pillow, and scowled out. "Damn, damn, damn... damn Kubota." Slowly, it dawned on him that he started to refer Kubota as 'Kubota' and no longer 'Kubo-chan'. Another sign of losing our intimacy? Another sign of moving on? Another sign of no more? Another sign of ...
... goodbye?
Mind taxed heavily like never before, Tokitoh forced himself to a dreamless sleep, this time not to be haunted by nightmares and kisses in the dark.
* * *
"Fine... I just thought you should know about it." Sayaka stated bluntly.
"Thank you for telling me about it." Kubota's voice was uncannily laced with amusement. Sayaka shrugged. "Well, I pity him though. Having a nightmare is not one of my favorite things."
"... don't worry. There will be no more nightmares if he returns to me." Kubota remarked. Sayaka could hear him exhaling though the receiver, and figuratively she deduced that he was smoking again. "Kubota-kun, stop smoking, will you? You'll die of lung cancer." Sayaka exclaimed.
"I would love to die young,... so carefree..." Kubota replied evenly, dismissing her advice. Sayaka shook her head. "You are forever impossible and unpredictable, Kubota. Well, I'm leaving the ordeal about Tokitoh to you. I guess my assistance is no longer needed?" "I owe you one, Sayaka. Perhaps, a lunch together in the future?"
"So, that means I am no longer needed. Well, sure. I deserve something in return for the favor I'm doing for you, ne?" Sayaka grinned. "... well, good luck in getting Tokitoh back." She paused, then continued. "He needs someone. I see that he couldn't survive entirely on his own. And... neither do you, Kubota. Maybe you are indeed an independent person, but haven't you ever wanted to belong to somewhere, for once?"
"We'll see. I'll ring you up some time later for the lunch, okay?"
"Make sure... or else you are just so dead." Sayaka smiled. "Good night." Closing their conversation, Sayaka sighed. Now, time for a good sleep... sans screams from the neighboring room. Somehow, something bothered her a lot. She thought she heard someone, or rather, something, howling, baying, screaming...
It must have been my imagination... or... Sayaka laughed at her own silly idea. ... the spirit that haunts the suites of this hotel.
End of Part 8 : Voyage
A/N: Sorry for the short update, but I promise I'll write something long after my exams! Wish me luck… ^__^;;
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