Here's chapter 6! I apologise for not updating sooner; I've got loads of tests and a competition tomorrow!
J: Hmm, I look really suspicious here...
Disclaimer!
Fudou: NemesisGoddessOfRevenge does not own IE or any of its characters. It all belongs to Level-5...
Kirino: Phew!
Phew what?! *Brandishes bazooka*
J: Enjoy!
Crazy IE Campout Ch.6
The rest of the afternoon passed rather peacefully. Nothing relatively interesting happed, and everyone went on with their own activities.
As nighttime fell, they all gathered around the picnic tables for dinner. After enduring an hour of Natsumi's cooking, then came Fudou's least favorite camp activity: singing camp songs around the campfire,
"What's so good about singing songs?" grumbled Fudou.
"It's very fun," Genda replied. "Tra-la-la-la-la!" he added slyly.
"Shut up!" screamed Fudou. He began chasing Genda around.
Laughing loudly, Genda led Fudou to the campfire. Running in close circles around the campfire, Genda sidestepped.
Coming dangerously close to the burning campfire, Fudou skidded to a stop. Flames were sneaking their way to him. Slowly, they flickered on his clothes. It was a while before Fudou actually registered that he was on fire.
"Help! My pants are on fire! Call the fire brigade!" yelped Fudou. Desperately, he ran around, trying to beat out the flames.
Sakuma took pictures of Fudou as he ran towards the river.
Fudou made it to the river. Leaping in, he doused himself in water, putting out the flames. Luckily, the section of the river he'd landed in was sandy, with no rocks or pebbles around. Sopping wet, Fudou climbed out of the river and walked back to the camp.
"You look like a chicken!" Kogure said.
Fudou growled, but decided not to go after the prankster.
Not believing his good luck, Kogure sniggered obnoxiously.
Meanwhile, the others were singing songs.
'I'm dancing in the rain; I'm dancing in the rain. What a wonderful night it is." Gouenji warbled. He was holding the metal carcass of an umbrella, twirling it around in his hands.
Stunned silence fell over the clearing.
"What?" demanded Gouenji.
"Do you take singing classes?" asked Kidou.
"No, of course not."
Another moment of absolute quiet filled the air.
"What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?"
"Nothing." Kidou coughed. "Anyone want to introduce some songs to us?"
Shindou stood up. "This is a stupid song-thingy my cousin kept on repeating when she came back from camp, and it's still stuck in my head."
Kirino looked surprised. "You have a cousin?"
"Yeah. She's studying in England." Shindou explained. "Anyways. I'm fairly sure that it will annoy Fudou-san."
"Hey, kid!" Fudou made a grab for Shindou. Sakuma and Genda restrained him.
"Go on." Sakuma winked at Shindou.
"Hi, I'm Joe! I live with my wife and my dog at a button factory.
One day, my boss came up to me and said, 'Hey, Joe! Are you busy?'
'No!'
'Good. Then press this button for me.'"
Shindou started hopping on one foot, mimicking the action of pressing a button.
In vain, Fudou tried to cover his ears and eyes.
After five more stanzas, Shindou ended up with jumping on both feet, patting the air with his hands, nodding his head and sticking his tongue out. He looked like a crossbreed between a clown and a blabbering idiot.
Fudou simmered with anger.
"My turn next!" cried Hiroto. Jumping into the middle of the circle, he carefully avoided the campfire.
"I'm squashing up my baby bumblebee; wouldn't my mommy be so proud of me? I'm beating up my baby bumblebee; wouldn't my mommy be so proud of me?"
Then, Hiroto stopped.
"What's wrong?" asked Midorikawa.
"I, er, forgot the rest." Hiroto looked ashamed of himself.
"I've got one!" Kidou stood up. "I'm sure most of you know this." He took over from Hiroto.
"I say a boom-chick-a-boom, chick-a-racket-chick-a-boom!" Kidou flapped his arms and jumped around. "Come on, guys!"
Everyone gathered in a circle. They all flapped their arms like they were chickens. "I say a boom-chick-a-boom, chick-a-racket-chick-a-boom!" They chanted. Using different voices, they did it in a round.
Fudou felt as if he were rotting and burning in hell. Literally.
Finally, they got tired. Jumping up, Tenma proposed another silly camp song. "Peel, banana, peel, peel, banana." Tenma moved his hands down his body like he was shedding a second skin. "Shake banana, shake, shake, banana." Tenma shook his body wildly. "Jump, banana, jump, jump, banana!" Tenma jumped up and down. "Eat, banana, eat, eat, banana!" Tenma mimicked eating a banana. "Bleaarrgghhh!" Tenma pretended to throw up on Fudou.
"Hey, guys!" Fudou was getting desperate. "How about we tell ghost stories instead?"
"Votes?" J looked around. Faithfully, nobody raised their hands. "Sorry, Fudou-san." J shrugged nonchalantly.
Sighing, Fudou put his head in his hands. Fuyuka took pity on him.
"Hmm, I think Fudou-kun looks slightly unwell. I'll take him back to his tent to rest." Fuyuka stood up and dragged Fudou away from the campfire.
"Phew. Thanks for saving me!" gushed Fudou gratefully.
"You're welcome." Fuyuka replied.
"Huh?" Fudou exclaimed. Fuyuka's eyes were glassy, as if someone were controlling her.
"What's wrong?" Fuyuka asked.
"N-nothing." Fudou blinked. Fuyuka was back to normal… Was his imagination playing tricks on his mind?
Fuyuka made Fudou stay in the tent for the rest of the night. He really regretted it, as the others brought out marshmallows, crackers, and other things to make some s'mores.
Listening to the sound of crunching crackers and roasting marshmallows, Fudou tossed and turned in the tent. Suddenly, his stomach churned. Gasping, Fudou ripped the tent door off and tumbled out into the open air. He ran straight towards the toilets.
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Fubuki closed his eyes and soaked in the peaceful scene around him. Everyone was having fun, the air smelt of delicious, mouth-watering marshmallows and Fudou-kun was clutching at his stomach as he ran in the direction of the toilets. Wait, what?!
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
"Fudou-san?" asked Hikaru tentively.
They heard sounds of retching from the toilets.
Then, Fudou emerged, looking sickly.
"Are you okay, Fudou?" Gouenji was about to say more, but his stomach suddenly lurched. "Must…go…to…toilet!" Gouenji blurted out. He dashed off, leaving everyone in the dust.
Soon, Kirino started to feel queasy as well. He made a beeline for the bathroom.
"Oh, dear." J looked worried. "Stomach bug?"
"It's Natsumi-san's food." whimpered Shindou, who followed his friend to the bathroom.
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After a while, the others' stomachs had settled down. Everyone dispersed to their tents.
Tsurugi lay on his side in his tent, trying hard to ignore the stench of vomit that lingered on his tentmate's clothing.
Suddenly, he heard a queer, rustling sound. It was coming from outside.
Craning his head, Tsurugi peered out of the tent. A figure was climbing out from its tent, making the sounds he'd heard earlier.
The figure stuck its hands in front of its face like a mummy, and walked around the clearing.
Looking at the strange scene, Tsurugi had totally forgotten about Gouenji-san. Tsurugi jumped as Gouenji put a hand on the navy-blue haired striker's shoulder.
"Who's that?" Gouenji pointed at the mysterious figure.
Tsurugi shrugged. He climbed out of the tent. Switching on his flashlight, Tsurugi slowly walked to the figure. He shone the beam of light across the person's path.
The figure had orange, spikey hair, pale skin and dull blue eyes. It was none other than Amemiya Taiyou.
"Taiyou?" Tsurugi nudged his friend gently. Taiyou didn't react. Instead, he continued moving forward.
"Leave him alone, Tsurugi." Tsurugi looked up as Gouenji walked towards them.
"Is he sleepwalking?" Tsurugi gestured at Taiyou.
"Maybe. Let me wake Fuyuka and ask her. She's probably dealt with this kind of stuff before." Gouenji strode off to Fuyuka's tent.
Soon, Gouenji emerged with Fuyuka. She wore a look of worry on her face.
"I don't understand." Fuyuka looked confused. "This has never happened before, even in those years Taiyou was hospitalized."
She shook Taiyou. A shudder ran through his body. Then, Taiyou's eyes opened.
"Fuyuka-san? Gouenji-san? Tsurugi? What am I doing here?" Taiyou rubbed at his eyes drowsily.
"You were sleepwalking." Gouenji looked troubled.
"I'll take you back to the tent." Gripping Taiyou's arm, Tsurugi steered his friend back to the tent. "Do you know why you were sleepwalking?"
Taiyou scratched his head. "Beats me. I don't want Fuyuka-san to worry about me." Before Tsurugi could say anything else, Taiyou vanished inside his tent.
Far off, behind a tree, J was watching. Taking out her cell phone, she called someone. "Commander? I have collected enough information already."
"Good." A gravelly voice said. "It will rain tomorrow, and the camp will dispatch."
"Hai." J cut the line.
How was it?
J: Ooh, hint of mystery... *cackles loudly*
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