Hey folks...sorry for the delay. I had to fly down to Orange County for my Uncles wedding. I'm really happy for that guy. If anyone should be happily married, it's him. Truely.
Anyway, here is the latest installment. I've been meaning to write this for a while now, but haven't been able to sit down long enough to. I also have the next chapter mapped out and planned in my head. With any luck, Another update is on schedule for tomorrow.
I may have focused a bit too much on everyone's anitics, but some things just seem impossible for the girls of Lucky Star to not do, so without further delay, Chapter 3.
Chapter 3
"Kiii eh Yudi doh uhimooooo…boku tachi wai kanaiiii…"
Both Minami and Hiyori glanced at Patricia in front of them as they walked down the street, surrounded by building with billboards and signs above them and cables running over their heads above in all directions. Patricia's arms swung back and forth leisurely and lively, her short blonde hair bouncing up and down ever so slightly as she half skipped half walked down the road with her eyes and smile bright with innocent excitement. The song she sang sounded familiar to Hiyori, like a story she had heard as a child from long ago, but couldn't name. It had almost a nostalgic sound to it.
"Hey, Patty-chan, what song are you singing?" Hiyori asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed together in thought.
Patricia glanced back and threw her arms up in the air to stretch. "It's from an old anime I saw back in the states when I was a kid." she said, "You ever remember watching Air?"
Hiyoti felt closer to her answer than ever, but still couldn't place her finger firmly down as to whether or not she had. Since the song sounded so familiar, she probably had, but she wanted to remember what it was about. "I think so…" she trailed off, glancing at Minami walking next to her.
Minami looked surprised that Hiyori glanced at her, as if she would know what they were talking about. She'd be the last person to be knowledgable an anime. She shrugged and shook her head. "I've never heard of it." she said, voice calm and collected as always.
"Hmm…" Hiyori looked down at the ground as they walked. "Yeah, I think it's safe to say I have." she said. "Sounds really familiar."
Patricia just went back to her happy walk and butchered singing. The slight overtones in her English accent betrayed her rather good singing voice, but Hiyori still had to smile. Patricia looked carefree and happy. Just looking at her made her feel more alive and serene. A few seconds went by, and she realized that the more she stared at her friend, the more she became enraptured by her physique. Her long slender legs ran up to her skirt bouncing up and down gently. The hem of her sailor uniform's top exposed her navel and some skin o her back every other second as each step she took sent her up and down on the ground in a lively manner. The well endowment complimented by her slim waist and well proportioned backside caused the last shoe to drop, and now a small trail of blood ran down Hiyori's nose.
She could feel the warm liquid instinctively, and wiped the blood away with the back of her hand, trying to blow it off as something else. It took a lot of discipline, but she maintained herself from letting the bleeding get any worse. "I really gotta stop looking at my friends like this…" she scolded herself, trying not to think about the moment in class where she had really lost herself when looking at Patricia. "…With Minami and Yutaka, it's not like this. With Patricia, I can't control it….I wonder if my imagination is being really hyperactive right now….yeah that has to be it…..what other reason is there?"
Minami glanced down at Hiyori when she brought her arm up to her face, and was surprised, but only a bit surprised at what she saw. Face slightly red, glasses opaque grey, it was obviously she was having another one of her unexplained episodes again. Another odd thing was Hiyori was actually doing a good job of containing herself. Whatever she had seen, it seemed, had really affected her, and she was dead set on not revealing the source.
A bit curious, Minami's eyes followed Hiyori's to the person right in front of them. Her eyes glanced back between Patricia and Hiyori, confused as to what it could possibly be. When Patricia started to jump up and down lazily while singing, her skirt came up a bit more, twirled as she walked. Minami started to feel the most strange and unexplainable sensation of warmth coming from one of her nostrils. Since this was a new sensation for her, it took a moment for what was happening to register in her mind. "Oh…" Minami realized as she brought her hand up to her face and looked away from the rest of the group.
Patricia finished the song and hummed the outro chorus to herself while glancing back at her two friends. They both looked a little red in the face and had the back of their hands covering their faces. "Hey, what's the matter with you two?" she asked, holding her hand over her nose as well. "Allergies?"
The two girls in the back looked at each other questioningly, and Hiyori realized Minami had seen it as well. They looked away knowing from each other and slowly lied with nod.
"Yeah..heh heh heh…"Hiyori nervously laughed. "You know how Fall can be around here…"
"Isn't it Spring that's the allergy season?" Patricia asked.
Minami just looked down at the ground, feeling a little ashamed to face her directly with eye contact. She just shrugged while lowering her arm, and Hiyori did the same.
Something near them caught Patricia's eye. "Ooh!" she pointed with excitement to an arcade UFO game outside a convenience store lined up with small rides for very little children. "Look! Look!"
They both turned, confused, and looked around.
"What is it?" Hiyori asked, relieved the pressure had been redirected towards what strange thing Patricia had noticed.
The small prizes inside the UFO catcher were little round yellow baby chicks, each one wearing a different little hat. One of them wore a robin hood hat with feather, the other a sailor's hat, another a karate head band, and one even had two small ribbons on either side of its head like hair bands. When Minami saw that, she instantly thought to herself in a longingly and far off way, "…Yutaka…"
Patricia ran passed the two and stopped in front of the game. She pulled some change out of her pocket and gazed down at the one she wanted with a very determined expression that Hiyori thought looked comical, and maybe even a little cute.
Hiyoru walked up next to her and pointed to the one with the red ribbons. "That one?" she asked. The blonde nodded, licking her licks in determination.
Minami walked up along the other side of her, and asked, "For Yutaka?" Again, Patricia nodded.
The crane's hand eased over the small prize, and Patricia hit the button. The hand lowered, and the little chick was picked up by the edge of the fingers. It seemed to be a first try victory, but disappointment fell over the trio when the prize fell out of the claw's grasp just before the gap by the prize door.
"Ah, dang-it!" Patricia crossed her arms. "I was sure I had that little guy!"
Hiyori giggled. Her expression was priceless. Those angry eyes, slight frown, crossed arms, and childish expression Patricia made was almost too much. Minami, however, wasn't paying the least bit attention. She threw in some coins herself and without hesitation, eased the hand out over the prize. She bent down and gazed in multiple directions at the prize, her fierce piercing eyes determined and narrow with fighting spirit that was completely out of her nature.
"Whoa, Minami!" Hiyori shouted.
Patricia threw an arm in the air and shouted, "Go Minami-chan!"
All three of them stared at the claw, inches away from the glass, and watched as the claw lowered. As the prize can up, only hanging on by the ribbon, they all gasped. The claw seemed to take way too long, and at the same time, moved too fast to the prize gap. The ribbon the finger held onto was slowly sliding down what little slack on the claw it had left. They all gasped with wide eyes.
The ribbon slipped threw the claw's grasp and started to fall. They all stared with wide eyes as the small stuffed toy seemed to fall slowly through the air. Just before the small toy could splash back down in the small sea of its counterparts, it fell on the top of the plastic border between the prize gap and the toys. It seemed to hover there on the edge, trying decide whether to go back or be free. The air in all the girl's lungs had built up, and their chests tightened. The toy, as if in slow motion, slowly fell victim of the weight on the side of the gap, and fell softly down into the prize box.
Patricia and Hiyori both jumped up into the air as high as they could with fists pumping, shouting out yahoos of victory. Minami simply sighed very heavily as her forehead rested against the glass and closed her eyes.
It was a victory for them all, but for Minami, it was salvation. After seeing that toy, she just had to win, and it would have devastated her to lose after all that anticipation and suspense.
-o0o-
Miyuki and Tsukasa were in a discussion, or more like Miyuki was giving a lecture to Tsukasa about the importance of sodium and vitamin C for sick people. Tsukasa nodded every so often as Miyuki methodically explained the details of acidity and salt levels in the bloodstream. What intrigues Tsukasa wasn't that Miyuki seemed to know something about every, but that she knew this much about vitamin and mineral affects on the body. This wasn't the usual alley of information Miyuki usually talked about. Miyuki wasn't just smart, Tsukasa realized, she was also one sharp cookie despite her "moe points".
In front of them, Konata and Misao were arguing over the stakes of their bet. When, where, and what game (the newest Street fighter) had already been decided, but what was at stake was still up for debate. Konata's confidence over Misao led her to suggested putting down nearly 5,000 yen on one match. Taken back and even a little scared, Misao hesitated on the bet, but now wasn't the time to back down. She reluctantly agreed, but her voice and expression betrayed her apprehension.
"Looks like someone is a little scared." Konata smirked, walking briskly and carefree. "i got this one in the bag now, heh heh heh."
Misao just crossed her arms. "Yeah, you wish, shortie." she scoffed. "That bag in mine!"
Konata nearly laughed. "Those are some tall, TALL, words." she made clear by jumping up with her hand raised. "Just so you know, I'm ranked internationally in online game tournaments."
"You trying to brag there?" Misao asked, not annoyed by Konata's remark, but more annoyed by the fact she actually was ranked internationally, which wasn't good new for her.
Konata laughed. "Not at all!" she said. "I just think you should know that my collection of title belts is pretty impressive."
"Belts?" Misao asked, "Like ones at a Karate tournament? They actually give videogame winners belts?"
Konata nodded. "I have those too." she said. "My fighting skill is well rounded on and off the console."
Meanwhile, Miyuki was explaining to Tsukasa how agriculture experts genetically engineer seedless fruit. "The fruit that come out seedless are pollinated through multiple generations until almost all the fruit are seedless." she said, using hands to make explanatory gestures, "They don't actually grow the plants in test tubes. It's simply a matter of cross pollination."
Tsuaksa nodded slowly, finger on her chin, looking up at the sky. "Ohh.." she said, "So…does that mean anyone could do it?"
Miyuki thought about it for a second. "Hmm…I suppose it's theoretically possible." she said, "But I don't think most people have the resources for that kind of cultivation. Lots of land, people, and time are vital for a successful farm."
"Oh…" Tsukasa sounded disappointed. "That's too bad…That would have been a fun science project, you know?"
Miyuki simply nodded. "Yes, I suppose it would have an interesting appeal to it for some."
The after school hours were full with lots of traffic waiting at lights, lots of people waiting to cross, and plenty of youngsters loitering outside arcades, coffee shops, and convenience stores. It was not uncommon to see other students in Ryou High uniforms, or any uniform for that matter walking as they did or standing outside somewhere enjoying the temped weather while it lasted before the cold set in.
At last they came to a small grocery store, and Miyuki and Tsukasa turned to walk inside. Konata and Misao, engrossed in their pre-fight down talk, noticed them branch off and backtracked a few steps to catch up. The four girls stopped after walking inside to look around.
Tsukasa pointed to the produce, and Konata pointed to the carts.
"Aw yeah!" Konata said, pumped.
"But Izumi-san," Miyuki said, confused. "We don't need a cart. All we're getting is tangerines."
"Oh, we don't need a cart for groceries." Konata said, eyes ablaze with fire. "They're for riding!"
"Ooh!" Misao started to get the idea. "Great idea! Let's have a race!"
Miyuki looked a little nervous at the two of them getting fired up for no reason. Tsukasa put up a hand. Konata had pulled out a hair band from her pocket and started pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "But, Misa-chan, I don't think that's a…" the two girls had already gotten two carts and started to push them towards the aisles. "…good idea…."
Miyuki looked a little frightened now. "Oh dear…" she sighed. "…I hope they don't hurt themselves."
"What should we do, Yuki-chan?" Tsukasa asked nervously.
Unfortunately, there was nothing the two girls could do.
Konata and Misao took their positions at the start line behind a which read what each aisle had in stock: aisle 1. They looked at each other, eyes fierce with the fighting spirit, one foot on the cart, on foot ready to kick off. Konata gripped the handles of her cart tight. Misao's fingers moved in waves as her grip tightened and loosened.
"One…" Konata whispered.
"…Two…" Misao chimed in.
They gave each other death stares before shouting, "Three!"
Both of them took off with almost unnatural athletic speed. Konata's natural prowess and Misao's years of training on the track both launched them forward with incredible momentum. People in the aisle stood to the side to avoid getting run over, all the while shouting curse words.
Once they picked up as much speed as they could, they both jumped on their carts and gripped the handlebars tight in a crouch. The end of the aisle was coming up for both of them, and they braced themselves for what came next.
Throwing all their weight to the left side, their carts started to gradually turn more and more as they exited the aisle. The turn had significantly slowed them down, but not enough for anyone in the store to catch up with them. They both pumped the ground with their feet, reaching their terminal velocities again. Konata was out in front by just a little bit, but Misao's longer legs had given her just enough speed to reach a neck and neck position.
Someone stocking milk cartons in the back started to shout something at the two, but they both sped by him without paying any attention.
The end of the store was coming up, which meant yet another turn: down aisle 10. They both hopping back on their carts into a low crouch and sent their body weights far to the left. Misao, being a bit heavier than Konata, was able to make a sharper turn and come out a little in front of her opponent. Konata's hair whipped the air as she took the turn and cursed. Their carts wobbled and swerved mercilessly down the new aisle as they bumped into each other, knocking a few things off the shelf.
Their feet pounded the ground for the last time, and the rush of adrenalin they shared had fueled their speed so fast their carts experienced almost dangerously high wobbles. Misao was now out in the lead by just a few feet, and they both were moving as fast as they could go, Misao just a little bit faster.
No one was in aisle ten, but those around the entrance to the aisle by the doors leading outside had earlier heard the commotion in the back and seen the two crazy girls racing down towards the automatic doors of the store.
Those doors were the finish line.
An young man with unruly dark hair holding hands with a small energetic girl with short green hair, no older than 5, quickly grabbed the small girl into the air and whipped her around just in time as the two carts sped out the door he had just tried to enter. "OOH! AWESOME!" the little girl shouted.
It had be a tie. Konata had lurched forward at the last minute through the doors with a powerful full body kick, having taken a big risk of falling off at the last second. They both coasted crossed the small parking lot on their carts, and collapsed on the ground after bailing when their speed reduced enough to step off.
Miyuki and Tsukasa both stood in the produce aisle. Tsukasa holding the bag open while Miyuki filled it with small tangerines. They both stared in awe and complete shock as Konata and Misao flew out of the open front doors.
"I can't believe they actually went through with it." Tsukasa said. "I thought they were just kidding."
"Oh dear…" Miyuki sighed.
Tsukasa rubbed the back of her head. "It's a good thing sis didn't see this."
-o0o-
The doorbell rang to the Izumi house, and Sojiro got up from his desk. While shuffling to the front door, he absent mindedly considered who might be waiting for him on the other side. He wasn't expecting anyone except for the mailman, but if his luck was any indication, that probably wouldn't be him. The mailman only came when he was busy with something he couldn't get away from, so that had to be ruled out. "Unfortunately..."
He opened the door to see three figures in white and blue sailor uniforms holding schoolbags. His first thought was that maybe his luck had improved somehow, but he recognized them as friends of his niece. The one in front was blonde, exuberant, and nearly bursting with residual carefree happiness. The other two in the back merely waved their hellos.
"Hi ya, Yutaka's Uncle-san!" Patricia said, "Just kidding! Afternoon, Izumi-san."
"Afternoon, girls." he said, curious as why these familiar looking girls showed up. One look at the mint green hair and serious expression on one of the girl's faces in the back, and he understood. "You all here to see Yutaka?"
"Mhm." Patricia nodded. "If it's not any trouble."
He shook his head and stepped aside. They all sat down by the door and started to take their shoes off. "I'm glad you three all came over today." he said. "Yutaka has been a bit lonely without anyone to talk to besides me, and I'm not the greatest company for a sick little girl."
"Poor Yutaka…" Minami thought to herself, gripping the small prize in her pocket gently.
"We've been worried about her." Hiyori said, trying to find something to say. "A lot of people at school have gotten sick."
"Really?" he asked, genuinely surprised. "How many?"
"Like, half the school." Patricia said. "Some classes are like ghost towns."
"No kidding…" he trailed off, staring into space. "…Maybe the school needs to be quarantined or something."
All three girls looked at each other nervously.
"Ehhh…." Hiyori shook her hands. "No, I don't think it's that bad. Patty is just making a mountain out of a mole hill."
"Yeah." Patricia nodded in agreement. "I think some kids have already gotten better, right Minami-chan?"
"Huh?" Minami eyed the other two girls, confused. All she said was, "Maybe…"
"Anyway," Patricia changed the subject, "Where's Yutaka now? In her room?"
Sojiro shook his head. "She's actually in Konata's room watching her TV." he said, walking back to his desk in the far side of the house. "Just holler if something happens or you need anything."
"Holler?" Minami asked.
"Yep! Just holler!" he said, walking to the kitchen.
The three girls walked up the stairs and stopped in front of Konata's door that had a laminated SSS shield tacked on the front.
"That looks familiar." Hiyori said.
Patricia nodded. "Really familiar. I get a funny feeling it's a rock band, and at the same time, not a rock band."
Hiyori lifted the bottom of her top over her belly button to clean her glasses and blinked a few times. Patricia looked down to her left and gave a quick glance at the black haired girls smooth navel. The top hem of her white underwear was visible around her waist. Hiyori put her glasses back on and knocked. "We can ask Konata later sometime." Patricia looked away, feeling a little embarrassed, and nodded.
Patricia knocked on the door, and a small voice spoke up. "Come in!"
They opened the door and walked inside to see a complete clutter of a room. Games, manga, clothes, figurines, and even the occasional intimate covered the floor of the room like a layer. The only part of the room that was free of debris was the quarter of the room by the TV that had been cleared away where Yutaka was sitting. It was apparent the small girl was sitting cross-legged, but from head to toe, she was wrapped up in thick yellow flannel blanket that even fell over the top of her head like a hood.
When Yutaka saw who entered the room, she nearly beamed and started to scoot her body around to face them. Everyone gazed down at her, and each experienced their own reaction. Patricia had to stifle giggles, Hiyori's glasses fogged up, and Minami had to control herself from kneeling down to pat the bundled up girl on the head.
"Hi everyone!" she said, happy as a sick girl could be, but sounding a bit congested. "I'm happy so see you all."
"Um…hi, Yutaka." Minami said, collecting herself. "How are you feeling?"
"A little better from yesterday, but today my nose feels more funny that usual." she sniffled. "It's kind of annoying."
Patricia leaned in Hiyori's direction, and whispered, "Baby chick?"
Hiyori nodded, softly nudging the taller girl in the side.
"How was school?" Yutaka asked.
Patricia sat down next to Minami on the floor and Hiyori did the same. "You missed it!" Patricia said, "You totally missed it!"
"Aw, really?" Yutaka asked sounding a little disappointed, "What did I miss?"
Hiyori and Minami were a little confused. "What did she miss?" the both wondered.
"You missed Minami's grueling battle against aliens!" she said, throwing her hands up.
Yutaka cocked her head to the side, confused. "What now?" she asked.
Minami pulled out the little stuffed chick from her pocket and held it out fro her to see. "I think she means this."
Yutaka's eyes melted into serene affection. "Aw…it's so cute." she cooed.
"Minami-chan over here is surprisingly good at the UFO catcher." Patricia said. "Go ahead, take it."
Yutaka looked down again at the small stuffed animal, then into Minami's eyes. "You mean it's mine?"
Minami nodded, the slightest of smiles escaping the corners of her lips.
"Really?"
Minami nodded again and held it out to her.
Yutaka caressed the small prize in her hands with a wide smile on her face. "It's so cute!" she exclaimed, scooting forward and gently wrapping her arms around Minami's waist. "Thank you!"
Taken back and surprised by the sudden display of affection, Minami tensed up, very unsure of what to do with her hands. After some metal deliberation, she awkwardly decided on giving her a pat on the head. Yutaka had been waiting for something like that before letting go.
Hiyori trembled for second, mind ablaze with wild thoughts and eyes transfixed on the scene before her. Patricia looked to the side to see Hiyori's change in complexion and a tiny trail of blood seeping from her nose, so she nudged her a bit to bring her back to reality.
It took a second before Hiyori understood where she was again and could feel the funny sensation she knew all too well on her upper lip again. "Ah geez…" she muttered quietly while standing up. "Be right back, sorry everyone." she apologized before stepping out of the room.
"Is she ok?" Yutaka asked, sounding a bit concerned.
Patricia nodded. "Oh don't worry." she said, giggling. "She's doing just fine."
"Is it allergies again?" the little salmon haired girl asked. Apparently, she hadn't made the coloration between Hiyori's nosebleeds and the ecchi things running through the mind behind those glasses. To her, it was just allergy symptoms. No one had to heart ot tell her otherwise the first day she mentioned it.
"Uhh…allergies, yeah." Patricia said, slowly getting up and patting her skirt down. "I'll go check on her. While I'm out, does anyone want anything to drink?"
"No thanks." Yutaka said. Minami simply shook her head.
"Okay." Patricia left the room and went looking for Hiyori. She checked the upstairs bathroom. Someone had been in there recently. The door was open, the light was on, and some red tissue paper had made its was into the garbage, but Hiyori must have gone downstairs. Sure enough, there she was, sitting at the kitchen table, head in her arms, looking exhausted.
"Damn…" Hiyori sighed. "Why can't I get a hold of myself. This is getting ridiculous. I'm never going to be able to hang out with anyone if this keeps happening so much."
Patricia noticed the gloomy air about her and decided to make her presence known before surprising the poor girl. "Hey, Hiyori?" she asked, slowly making her way towards the table. "You ok?"
Hiyori looked up, her eyes depressed. "Yeah…" she said. "I'm just feeling a little flustered today for some reason."
"Geez.." Patricia said, sitting down next to her and giving her a pat on the head. "You really need to reel in the reins a bit more. My dad used to say that all the time when I was a kid. I guess I got hyper really easily."
Hiyori laughed, then sighed. "It's kind of hard to when you're doing that." She thought as Patricia stroked her hair. She sat up and look up at her. "I don't know what it is…" she sighed. "…This happens a lot to me, but usually it doesn't bother me. It feels like I'm getting overloaded."
Patricia leaned down and asked in an extremely quiet voice, "Maybe you need to…um…you know…work it out at home…"
Hiyori looked puzzled, but it didn't take her dirty mind very long to understand what she said. "What?!" she shouted, but immediately calmed herself. In a hoarse whisper, she asked the same thing. "What? Are you serious?"
Patricia sighed and leaned back in her chair. "It helps out wayyyyyyy more that you'd think…."
"Ahh…geez.." Hiyori sighed. That was one thing she tried to avoid. She knew she had a dirty mind, which as exactly why she forced herself not to. The last thing she wanted to do was to take that step and become even more a pervert. Funny thing was, the more she thought about it, the more she realized how innocent Patricia was. Even though the blonde just admitted to masturbation, Patricia was still more pure and innocent about it than Hiyori expected. There was a reason for what Patricia did. That was at least halfway admirable….in a really weird way.
Unfortunately, the thought of doing…that…set Hiyori back into her state of embarrassed trembling, and her nose bleed came back. The imagery in her head of herself, and the image of Patricia alone doing what she said she did was really not helping at all. Her body started to quietly shake as she put her head in her arms again and took slow deep breaths.
Patricia looked down to see her shaking and thought she was crying. "Oh, wait no I'm sorry!" she said, panicking, "I wasn't trying to say anything mean. Did I say something mean? I didn't mean to!" She put her arms around Hiyori and squeezed. "I'm sorry…don't cry…"
Hiyori calmed down and sighed. She sat up and used a tissue from her pocket to wipe her nose. "I wasn't crying…" she said, clearly embarrassed. "…I was just…What you said…Well, it's not helping."
"Ohh.." Patricia's lips grew into a big devious smile. "You are just non-stop today, huh. Like a runaway train, Hiyori! Hahaha..."
"Ughh…" Hiyori sighed heavily and slumped again. "I know…I know…I'm such an idiot."
"You're not an idiot." she laughed, patting her on the head again. "You're just silly." Patricia looked up at the stairs. "If you feel tired and want to go home, I'll take you. I'm sure Yutaka will be just fine with Minami here, and you probably wouldn't want another episode like earlier."
Hiyori started to feel better as a little ray of hope warmed her soul. She hadn't thought of that. "Really? That would really help, although I do feel bad for dropping by and just leaving as soon as we got here."
Patricia stood and helped her too her feet. "I think Yutaka would understand." she said. "She's been in this situation…well, not this exact situation, but this same kind of thing enough times. It'll be ok."
"Okayyy.." Hiyori sighed.
Upstairs, Yutaka had entered into a spiel about something very strange she had seen on TV that day about a food dehydrator that would make jerky out of vegetables and meat. "…I mean," the small girl started to ramble on as Minami simply nodded occasionally and listened, "…why would anyone want to eat vegetable flavored meat anyway? That sounds really gross. That doesn't even sound healthy. I might get sick if I tried to eat something like that."
Yutaka stopped and waited for a response. Minami nodded in agreement. "People will try anything once these days…" she said in her traditional low monotone. "…Maybe pets like that kind of stuff."
"Ohhhh…" Yutaka looked up at the ceiling. "I hadn't thought of that. You so smart, Minami-chan."
Patricia knocked on the door and stepped inside with Hiyori. "Hey there." she said, sounding a bit concerned. "Sorry Yutaka, but Hiyori isn't feeling well. She didn't get much any last night."
Hiyori went along with the lie. "Haha….yeah, up all night drawing again. I forgot to go to sleep."
"You forgot?" Yutaka asked, "How do you forget?"
"Oh…you know, you're just so busy it slips your mind." Hiyori sighed.
Yutaka looked down at the ground, then back at Hiyori. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot and her posture was slumped. She did indeed look tired. "…I guess it could happen."
"So are you two going to be okay by yourselves?" Patricia asked. "I think I should take her home."
"That's ok." Minami said. "I'll keep Yutaka company."
Yutaka smiled at those words. "I'll be fine." she said, maybe sounding just a tad too excited too still have Minami with her.
Now reassured, Hiyori and Patricia both said their goodbyes and left the other two girls to enjoy the rest of the afternoon together.
As they walked down the street, Hiyori tugged on Patricia's skirt. "Hey…Patty-chan?"
"Hm?" she asked. "Feeling sick?"
"No…" Hiyori shook her head. "I just…. wanted to say thanks…..for everything…."
"Awww." Patricia put her arms around the tire girl and gave her a squeeze. "You are just too cute, you know that!"
"Mphh!" Hiyori gasped. "Can't….breathe…Patty…can't…breathe…"
Poor Hiyori...having a dirty mind always full of "inspiration", and an angsty libito really has to wear someone out. (I know it does for me...Seriously...I have to spend a lot of time running and excersing to keep my mind off all that stuff. It's just the curse of being young...Gahh I swear, if I could take a pill to control it so I can focus, I would.) Maybe I shouldn't have said any of that, but I'm too lazy to scroll over what I just wrote and hit backspace.
Until next time! Bye-ni!