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The wake was still kicking on, but Yomi-san had reached the decision that if Tomo-chan stayed she might well die from alcohol poisoning. And so, grumbling the whole way, she helped Tomo-chan to the building where they were housed. The wild cat had drunk way too much, and even now giggled and stumbled despite Yomi-san's best efforts. Eventually they reached their building. "Come on Tomo-chan, only these stairs to go before you can sleep."
"Y'know, iss coooool tha' you're t'lkin t' me like you ushed to." Tomo-chan slurred, flailing her free arm. Yomi-san had the other trapped around her neck to better hold Tomo-chan upright.
"If you said what I think you just said, then you're welcome," Yomi-san grunted, opening the door with one foot.
"Iss fine," Tomo-chan said sweepingly. "Tot'ly fine."
Yomi-san ground her teeth and began the long walk up the stairs, practically carrying the drunken woman at this point. Tomo-chan giggled.
"I c'nt walk," Tomo-chan said slyly as though she were informing Yomi-san of something she didn't already know. "You're carr'ing me aren'tchoo?"
"Almost, Tomo-chan, almost," Yomi-san muttered darkly.
When at last they reached the top floor, Tomo-chan sighed happily. "Nearly there," she said softly. "Do you ever want to go home, Yomi-san?"
"Most of the time," Yomi-san answered, opening Tomo-chan's bedroom door one handed. It was furnished exactly like Sakaki-san's; standard issue for rebel soldier barracks. She just about threw Tomo-chan onto the bed, and turned to leave.
"No," Tomo-chan lifted herself up onto her elbows. "Don't go, Yomi-chan."
"'Chan'?" Yomi-san turned, one eyebrow raised. Tomo-chan looked down shyly.
"Yeah, Yomi-chan. Would you stay?" Tomo-chan looked up, her eyes clear. Yomi-san frowned.
"You mean you were only acting that drunk?" She asked, shaking.
"Yep!" Tomo-chan grinned widely.
"I just about carried you all that way here, up those stairs, and you could walk just fine?" Yomi-san demanded quietly. Missing the dangerous tones in Yomi-san's voice, Tomo-chan nodded again. With a low battle cry Yomi-san launched herself at the wild cat, tickling and pinching for all she was worth. Tomo-chan squealed before she started fighting back. In a very quick move Yomi-san pinned Tomo-chan to the bed, her hands and body weight pressing on Tomo-chan's wrists. Yomi-san sat on Tomo-chan's stomach to totally trap the woman.
"Ok, ok, I give in!" Tomo-chan laughed happily. For a moment the two stayed as they were, panting, hair ruffled, before Tomo-chan raised her head and swiftly kissed Yomi-san's smiling lips.
The brief second of seeming electrocution was broken as Yomi-san pulled away and moved to stand by the door. Her glasses were fogged over and she searched the room looking for an excuse of some kind. Tomo-chan sat up on the bed, looking hurt.
"What's wrong?" Tomo-chan asked quietly.
"Nothing," Yomi-san said quickly. "I have to go." And turned, placing one hand on the door knob. She opened it a crack before Tomo-chan spoke.
"Please, Yomi-chan."
That was Yomi-san's mistake; turning to look at her oldest friend. Tomo-chan's eyes were wide with confusion and hurt. All traces of the aggressive competitive woman had gone. Instead Tomo-chan was a small, frightened creature asking for something she couldn't understand, but wanted nonetheless.
"Tomo-chan, we can't, we're in the army," Yomi-san pleaded, her hand on the door. She had seen Tomo-chan look at her this way before, and it frightened her as much now as it had then. But there was something she was ignoring, something jumping up and down in her mind, calling for attention. The door clicked faintly as she closed it.
"I am so tempted by you," Tomo-chan stated. Yomi-san leaned against the door, her face unreadable. "There is something so painfully beautiful about you. Whenever I reach out to you, you pull away. Please, Yomi-chan. Please just stay."
Yomi-san yielded, walking to sit on the edge of Tomo-chan's bed. "I always come back, Tomo-chan. Have you never wondered why I come back to you? This scares me, Tomo-chan." Yomi-san admitted quietly. "I can feel myself on the edge of something and I'm scared."
"For once, maybe I can look out for you," Tomo-chan suggested, bringing her face closer to Yomi-san and meeting her lips once again. After a moment she pulled away and asked, "so you'll stay?"
"Yes," Yomi-san answered, her lips burning and stomach fluttering.
"Yay!" Tomo-chan wrapped her arms around Yomi-san's neck and kissed her powerfully. Together they fell to the bed in a storm of kisses and giggles.
The next morning Chiyo-chan stretched and yawned happily as memories of the previous night arrived in her mind. She rolled over to hug Sakaki-san, and her arms flopped onto empty bed. With a start Chiyo-chan sat up, searching for a weapon she didn't have. She heard a low laugh.
As her tired eyes registered what was in the room, Chiyo-chan blushed. Sakaki-san sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only her uniform pants and a bra. "Hm," Chiyo-chan sighed happily. "Morning."
"Good morning," Sakaki-san said softly, kissing Chiyo-chan briefly. "Not to spoil the magic, but the meeting is in an hour and I thought you'd want some breakfast."
"Mm," Chiyo-chan licked her lips and put a hand to her stomach. "I'm hungry!" she giggled and tilted her head to the side. Sakaki-san smothered her cheeks with kisses.
"Every time you've pulled that face since the war started I've wanted to do that," Sakaki-san murmured, her face in Chiyo-chan's neck. "I love you."
Chiyo-chan pushed Sakaki-san away to look into the older woman's eyes. "I love you, Sakaki-chan." Blinking away tears of happiness, Sakaki-san placed a hand on Chiyo-chan's cheek. For a moment they sat there, suspended, before Chiyo-chan giggled. "Can you pass my clothes, please?"
Chiyo-chan climbed out of bed and got dressed, Sakaki-san watching her movements with a gentle expression on her face. Chiyo-chan frowned. "What's wrong?" Sakaki-san asked immediately, getting to her feet.
"I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday, blood stains and all. Where's my room?" Chiyo-chan asked, concerned in a really cute way.
"Next to mine, with a selection of fresh clothes all in your size upon your bed." Sakaki-san blushed as Chiyo-chan jumped and threw her arms around the taller woman's neck and hung on.
"Thankyou Sakaki-chan!"
"You're welcome," Sakaki-san blushed as she supported Chiyo-chan's waist. Eventually Sakaki-san placed Chiyo-chan back on the ground, put on a shirt, and opened her door out into the hall.
By a freak coincidence, at the exact moment that Sakaki-san opened her bedroom door, Yomi-san opened Tomo-chan's bedroom door. The two doors were directly opposite.
Yomi-san stood gaping, Tomo-chan standing beside her with an evil grin on her face. Chiyo-chan looked under Sakaki-san's arm to see Yomi-san and Tomo-chan.
As the two couples stood staring at each other, Chiyo-chan raised a finger to her lips. "Sh," she said. "You don't tell, we won't tell. 'K?"
"Yes," Yomi-san agreed. And with as much dignity as she could muster she walked into her own room as Chiyo-chan went into hers. Sakaki-san and Tomo-chan were left staring at each other.
"Congratulations!" Tomo-chan declared, her voice low. Sakaki-san blushed.
"You too," she said softly. The two women closed their doors to put on fresh clothes.
Ten minutes later, a mildly awkward silence descended on the four as they made their way to the nearest mess hall.