Pardon for the large amount of sound effects in this chapter, but it's hard to write action material in first person without sounding odd…

Twisted 4: OOC

Oh, how I hate cleaning duty. It is so low in my list of likes that if I could only be exempt from it, I would not clean ever again in my life.

Of course, as always, I can't let this show to the others. They'd laugh. And consider me even weirder, or even more of a tough girl if they ever heard.

But I still hate cleaning.

Thus I usually just try to stay unnoticed by everybody else and pretend as if I'm actually doing something else than daydreaming of pussies.

I wonder if I look as pathetic as I feel I do, as I have this stupid rag in my hand and have been sweeping the same spot of the windowsill for the last five minutes now. But nobody has noticed anything, so it's all fine and good as far as I'm concerned.

Why can't the period be over already so that I could go home?

"Sakaki-san?"

Oh! Damn, I hope I'm not caught.

"Hey, could you help me out a little?"

Chiyo-chan. How could I deny anything from you? I still find it so incredible how anybody can be so small and cute, and still be so smart and responsible. I almost wish I could just grab you here right now and huggle you to death… oh, but if only you had maturer legs… then you'd be perfect…

"Sakaki-san?"

"Y-yes?"

"You okay? You were staring at me for quite some time with this… strange look…"

"I'm… I'm fine, Chiyo-chan. Um… What can I do you for?"

"I just wanted to ask if you could go to the home economics class and take these buckets and mops back, please, since they were brought from there?"

"Ah… S-sure. No problem."

"Thanks a lot, Sakaki-san!"

Oh, that was close. Watch yourself, Sakaki, watch yourself…

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Ugh… Stupid buckets and mops. Why do I have to do this all on my own? Not that this is a really big deal, and I can go home after this, but still… curse your irresistability, Chiyo-chan.

Oh, well… Here's the class… Agh!

*Crash!*

Damn! Stupid mops fell on the floor. Sheesh, I should have asked somebody to accompany me to open doors, even if that would have meant I'd have actually been required to start talking to someone… But guess I'll manage. Let's just open the door first and just push this stuff inside for starters…

Sigh… This is so ungraceful. I'm just glad the hallway's empty and there's nobody seeing.

Now to just drag this stuff into the closet there. Come along… getting there… And another door…

*Crash*

There… All in. Messy, but why would I really care? At this point I just want to go home.

*Swoop*

What the…? Urg… where'd this bucket come from? Didn't I put them all in the closet? How'd I miss this one? And I just had to step into it too…

Damn… *shake, shake* Get off! Argh… this is so annoying. *shake, shake*

Curses. It's not coming off. Hands on approach. Grrrh! Urgh…! Nggnnnn…! Drat!

Okay, okay. It's not that bad. I'll… Ah! I'll just grab the handles of that overhead cabinet over there and use them as balance when trying to wedge it off my foot.

Here… now!

*Thump, bump!*

"Gaaaahh!!!!" Damn doors opened! And who could be so stupid as to leave an open bag of baking soda leaning against the door?!

Oh, damn. I… I can't see a thing. The stuff's all over my eyes!

Must wash it off… Where's the sink? Around here perhaps? Oh, and that stupid bucket's still stuck on my…

*Crash, bang, clang!!!*

"GAH!" What'd I hit now? Stupid measuring cups littering the tables… Oooh!

Okay, so the sink's not that way, so it must be to the right… Damn, I can't see a blasted thing… "OUCH!"

"Stupid desk! My knee!!"

Damn… Take that!

*Kick*

"Ouch…" Big mistake. My toes…

*CRASH*

Oh sh… not something else again! That sounded like glass breaking… Doh!

Gotta get the flour out of my eyes now before something worse happens… Oh, God, Sakaki… now this is certainly graceful. You're like a blind pirate with a bucket as a pegleg… What else could possibly go wrong?

*Slip*

"WAUGHHH!!!"

*Thump*

Ugh… Damn cups on the floor… Oh sh---! The towel rack!!!

*Crash, bang, thump!*

"What the hell is going on in here?! What's with the infernal noise?!"

Sigh… Oh, no… As if all of this wasn't enough… This is really what I needed right now. Yukari-sensei… Guess she heard this racket… though I suppose it's no wonder. Can things just get any worse?

"Sakaki? What… What the hell have you been doing?"

"Umm…"

"You've trashed the entire classroom!! Look at this mess!"

Oh, how I wish I could…

"So what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Uh…"

"Cat's got your tongue, eh? Well, let me give you a couple words of my own then. DE-TEN-TION!! Oh, and you are staying behind to clean this room when everybody else have left, since you messed it up. Just as an FYI."

Great… Just great. And I was just supposed to bring a couple of stupid mops in here. I could just cry.

Oh, how I hate cleaning duty!

Okay, this was perhaps a bit overt to happen to our dear cute fetishist, but the chapter title should have already told you that much. I just wanted to do a classic comedy escalator sequence where it's not enough for only one thing to go wrong, but the chain reaction once started is unstoppable. Likewise, I've never tried putting baking soda in my eyes myself, so I don't how that feels. Thus I'm playing it for pure comedic effect and not necessarily for reality, just so you know. And once more apologies for the overt usage of sound effects to describe the action.

Oh, and Cookie for those who noticed an unrelated lewd pun in this chapter. XD