Author's Note: I'm glad you guys are still enjoying the story, even if it did get fairly difficult to read with all the drunkards. Your continued dedication (or mild interest) in this wacky little story make my day, but I'll refrain from a Sally Field's moment and just say:
Thank you. I hope you all continue to enjoy.
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The next morning, Noi knocked gently on Sunako's door a few hours after the sun rose. There was no answer. She knocked again, harder, hoping to wake Sunako. Still no answer. She scowled at the door for a few moments.
Then she raised both fists and pounded wildly on the door.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," a low moan came from in the room. Noi jumped and her eyes filled with frightened tears.
"Sunako?" she called meekly. "Kyohei?" Another moan came, and this time, Noi blushed shyly. "Goodness," she mumbled, "I didn't know…"
"Noooooooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," the moan came again, and she whimpered.
"Sunako, is that you?" she cried and brought her hands up to her face in fear. "I'm going to open the door, Sunako." Quieter, to herself, she whispered, "Please don't be naked."
She slowly opened the unlocked door and peered in. She let out a shrill scream and slammed the door shut. Weeping, she ran down the hall, to where Takenaga was still in bed. When she ran in, he sheepishly pulled the sheets over his naked chest and smiled shyly until he noticed her sobbing.
"Noi?" he asked, starting to stand up, before he remembered he was wearing nothing beneath the sheets. "What's wrong?"
"Blood," she sobbed. "So much blood. My fault. All my fault. Never should have… have… have… WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Her voice dissolved into wails of grief and Takenaga fumbled for his boxers and pants.
"What blood?" he demanded. "Where? Where are Kyohei and Sunako? Where are Ranmaru and Yuki? Noi! Look at me!"
She merely pointed down the hallway to Room 13. Sunako's room.
It only took Takenaga a few seconds to shove his legs into his pants (even while holding the sheets strategically to hide himself from Noi's not-so-virgin-anymore eyes), yank a shirt over his head and bolt down the hallway, pounding on Ranmaru and Yuki's room.
Ranmaru answered the door coolly a moment later, leaning one arm on the doorframe and hanging forward in a dramatic pose. The silk robe he had brought from home hung from his bony frame, loosely tied around his waist and answering any questions regarding his opinions on underwear.
"Emergency," Takenaga said, looking Ranmaru in the eye and raising his hand to censor the other boy from himself. "Where's Yuki?"
Ranmaru jabbed one thumb over his shoulder, straightening up, disappointed that his sexy door answering was for Takenaga and not someone to repair his telephone. Or plumbing. Or read his meter. Or deliver milk. Or a pizza. Really, just someone who was lonely, bored, broke, or looking for a good time.
Yuki was splayed under the sheets of one of the two beds, and Takenaga squinted as he stared at the other boy. He could have sworn Yuki was completely naked under the sheets. The other bed in the room looked completely untouched except for something frilly and pink tossed on it that looked distinctly like a tiny dress.
He looked at Ranmaru, puzzled. The taller boy smiled sweetly and shrugged.
"He's tired," Ranmaru said, stepping into the hallway and shutting the door.
"Did you–" Takenaga started, trying to peer into the room as the door shut.
"What's the emergency?" Ranmaru interrupted him. "Or did you wake me up to tell me how great it is to not be a virgin?"
"You are a pig," Takenaga said disgustedly.
"She didn't put out?" Ranmaru demanded, almost enraged, stalking toward Takenaga's room.
"No, that's not what I meant!" Takenaga said crossly, leaping in front of him.
"Ohhh I see," Ranmaru said with a lecherous grin.
"Blooood so much blood," Noi wailed, and Ranmaru's face went slack.
"Oh that is sick," he said turning to Takenaga. "I'M a pig? There's no blood in my hotel room." He paused. "Well not that much anyway."
Takenaga stared at him in revulsion, unable to formulate an answer that did not involve physical violence or loud cussing. Noi staggered out of their bedroom and looked at the two boys, mascara running down her cheeks.
"Are they… (hic) Are they…" Noi sobbed, then stopped abruptly as Ranmaru smirked suggestively at her, leaning on the wall with one arm and posing so that his robe fell half open. She was staring at Ranmaru, and her boyfriend realized her gaze was hitting somewhere significantly below eye level.
"Will you stop posing for two minutes?" Takenaga asked irritatedly, stepping between them so Noi could blink and look away. He turned to Ranmaru. "Noi says there's blood all over Sunako's room."
"Oh shit on sushi," Ranmaru groaned, and quickly moved across the hall, Takenaga close on his heels.
He threw the door open, looked inside, and promptly turned around, ran back to his room and began vomiting in the sink. Takenaga lost his desire to make sure his friends in Room 13 were okay and stood in the hallway, uncertain of what to do.
The sound of puking woke Yuki up, who limped into the hallway a few seconds later, sheet bunched around his hips.
"Seriously?" Takenaga asked him in disbelief, giving him a look.
"What?" Yuki asked, looking around. "Seriously what?"
"Pink ruffles?" Takenaga reminded him, crossing his arms.
"What pink ruffles?" Yuki demanded, tilting his head and looking confused.
"The ones next to your dignity on the bed no one slept in last night," Takenaga peered past Yuki to make sure Ranmaru was still puking in the sink.
"What?" Yuki frowned, looking genuinely lost. "Did something happen last night? I don't remember anything after arm-wrestling… a coyote? For… beer?" He scratched his head.
Takenaga stared at him, then poked his head into the room the two other boys shared and said into the bathroom, "You are sicker than I thought."
Ranmaru wiped his mouth and began running the water, splashing it on his face.
"We're a long way from any ladies I am confident do not have syphilis," the handsome boy replied.
"Why is the other bed unmade? Did you sleep in the bathroom or something?" Yuki asked from the hallway. "And have you seen my pants?"
"I'm sorry, have you forgotten why I'm barfing into this sink?" Ranmaru demanding, straightening and bringing a hand to his stomach.
"Because you're dead inside?" Takenaga suggested.
"Go look," Ranmaru said, jutting his chin toward Sunako's room.
Takenaga moved across the hall, and Yuki, who continued to have no clue what was going on, followed him.
The door swung open when Takenaga gently nudged it with his hand.
Yuki's eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Takenaga gagged at the smell.
Ranmaru walked up behind him and handed him a small bottle of Vick's VapoRub.
"What is this?" Takenaga demanded.
"Beats the crap out of me," Ranmaru said with a shrug. "Rub it under your nose. I saw it in a movie. It seemed like the kind of thing we have to deal with." He made a point to not look into the room. They both wiped it under their noses.
"This feels like subliminal advertising for Vick's VapoRub and its many practical applications," Takenaga said suspiciously.
"I'm sure if any PR or advertising executives from Vick's VapoRub were interested in having their product mentioned again they could certainly contact the author with an offer for a substantial amount of money," Ranmaru agreed.
Takenaga stared at him and then they both turned and looked into the room.
The white carpeting was now a dark coppery red, and there were bloody handprints on the bedskirt. Despite the ridiculous comments about it, the smell was greatly diminished by the Vick's, and the neither boy felt the need to gag again as they looked at the mess.
"Kyohei?" Takenaga called fearfully.
A groan came from the other side of the bed, and a figure stood. It was covered in the blood, dried to brown in most places. It was Kyohei, identifiable only because his face was the one place untouched by the blood.
"What the fuck," he groaned, putting a hand to his head. "I get drunk and you guys let me pass out on the floor with only a scrawny pillow?" He looked at one hand. "And you dump paint on me?"
"That's not paint," Ranmaru said weakly.
"Why haven't you picked him up yet?" Takenaga demanded, pointing to Yuki.
"He's not my problem," Ranmaru replied with a shrug, then looked back at Kyohei. "Where's Sunako?"
"Huh? Why would I know?" Kyohei stretched out his neck and arms, stiff from the floor.
"This is her room," Takenaga said, elbowing Ranmaru sharply and pointing to Yuki, whose sheet had fallen off him, rather indecently.
"What the hell?" Kyohei said angrily, looking down at himself. "It smells fucking horrible in here. Where–?"
His face went pale as he looked at something beyond the bed. A low moan came from his mouth and he stumbled away from the bed, slipping in the blood and falling down. Anxiously he scrambled backwards toward the door on his ass.
A bloody hand raised from behind the bed.
"I."
It clawed at the bed.
"Am not."
Another hand joined it, bloody digits burying into the blankets.
"A pillow."
A lowered head covered in dark, stringy, matted hair raised over the edge of the mattress.
"And you will… all… pay." Sunako stood up for a moment before flopping down on the bed weakly.
"You slept on her?" Takenaga asked Kyohei in horror.
"Not on purpose!" Kyohei cried at him from where he was crouched, nearly trembling with fear.
Yuki began sobbing from the floor.
"We're all going to die," he wailed and buried his face in the sheets. "And I can't find my pants!"