"Isuke...Miss Isuke!..." I heard someone's muffled voice.
I felt that someone is tugging my arms. I lifted up the heavy, tired eyelids. For a moment the image was blurry, but after a while I could see Haruki, leaning over me in her nightgown. She sat on the edge of my bed and seemed to be slightly nervous. This poor, annoying, too friendly girl. Corner of my eye I glanced at my watch. Half past three.
"Why did you wake me in the middle of the night? Do you want to die? 3" I mumbled half awake, rubbing stinging eyes.
"Sorry, but you was terribly shaking and talking in your dream..." she answered worried "Had a nightmare?" She added with a smile.
"None of your business." I said annoyed. "So? Want anything else?" I grumbled, sitting down in front of her. Without a word, she pressed her hand to my forehead. I perked up and stared at her with my confused gaze "What are you doing?..." I asked, annoyed by her sudden action.
"Checking if you don't have a fever." She said, focused on measuring the temperature of our heads.
"And why would I have it?" I snapped, losing patience.
"Because you're all red." She replied flatly. Again I felt the pressure jump.
"T-That's because it's hot here." I lied "Jeez, they could install a fan here or something...so annoying."
"But... the air conditioning is turned on..." Sagae looked at me confused.
Damn, out of shame I blushed even more!
I saw a bright smile on her face, illuminated by the moon "You're adorable when you're blushing, Miss Isuke."
"Shut up..." I murmured, embarrassed.
"Don't be shy, it's natural!" She giggled, then stood up "Well, I'm going back to bed." She said, turning away.
"Sa..." I wanted to call her, but I stopped suddenly.
What am I doing? Why is she making me blushing and stuff?
Unfortunately, she heard the faint sound and looked at me questioningly.
"Did you say something?"
"You must misheard." I answered "I think you have something wrong with your ears 3"
"Maybe..." she murmured, staring at me thoughtfully. After a while she came up to me and bent down to the height of my face. Suddenly I felt on my skin specific heat. My heart started beating like crazy when I realized that it was Haruki's lips brushing my cheek.
"W-What are you..." scared, I gave her an indignant look, feeling disoriented. In response she gently patted me on the head.
"My mother always did this to me when I had a nightmare. Apparently it helps, you know?" Smiled at me tenderly and quietly chuckling slipped into her bed. "I thought that with this, I could apologize for what I did..." she murmured sadly.
Haruki reached out to turn off the lamp. The redhead gave me her warm smile for the last time.
"Sweet dreams, Miss Isuke 3"
This time, I was awakened less dramatically, by the sunlight gently falling into the room. I yawned, stretching. I rubbed my eyes and sat down on the bed. Alarm clock displayed six twelve.
Great. And what am I going to do for so long?... I know that I wont sleep anyway...
With the sigh I sank to back. I glanced at the red-haired who was snoozing next. She slept on her belly buried under the covers, cuddled up in a pillow.
How she reigns over her hair? It looks like her hair live on their own...
Bored I stared at the ceiling.
She is really sorry about yesterday. After I came back from the meeting, she did nothing but apologizing to me all the time. What an idiot. If I have been in her place I would did the same thing, and I would not regret it. She must have a good reason, since she was so determined.
I sighed deeply and ran my hand over my face.
All the time I wonder why I'm blushing while Sagae is near. Maybe Myojo is starting to give me its insane atmosphere, and I'm going crazy.
Suddenly I had an idea. I stood up and went to the living room. I took a piece of paper and a pen, and then quickly wrote a message for Haruki.
"May you overslept, fool ~ 3"
I put a note on the dresser next to her bed. The last step was to turn off the alarm clock.
I forgave you, but you still deserve a little lesson, idiot.
Satisfied, I began to prepare to leave.
"Miss Isuke, it wasn't nice, ya know." I giggled, and tired fell on the couch.
Lessons have already come to an end, so the rest of the day we have free.
"Look who's talking, huh?" she pouted, assuming slippers.
"Oh, sorry, sorry." I smiled, sighing. "I thought we forgot about this?"
"Isuke has a great memory." she waved her hair, sitting next to me with a nail file.
"But it doesn't work well on lessons, huh?" I laughed.
Inukai gave me an angry look, recognizing it as a rhetorical question.
"Taking care of your nails again?" I asked.
"You shouldn't do the same? You're a girl too." she looked at me with the corner of her eye. "Or you didn't tell my everything about you? 3"
"Nah, come on!" Amused I patted her on the shoulder.
"O-Ow! What are you doing?!..." Isuke yelled, taking a finger to her lips.
"Hm? What happened?" I was surprised by her violent reaction.
"I cut my finger with a nail file, you idiot." she grumbled, looking away.
"Ah, s-sorry!" I raised my hands in a gesture of apology. "Let me see..." I gently grabbed her hand.
On her index finger was little, reddened scratch.
"Fortunately, there is no tragedy. Don't worry, Miss Isuke, it's just a flesh wound! You won't die!" I giggled.
"Maybe not, but it does not change the fact that it hurts." she muttered grumpy.
"Therefore, let me take care of this." I smiled promising.
I carefully put my lips to her wound, kissing it.
"W-What are you?!..." Outraged girl snatched her hand from my grasp.
"When I was little, my mother always kissed my wounds. She said then it won't hurt." I grinned, pleased with himself.
"You really are an idiot." Inukai snapped, dropping her gaze.
I noticed on her face an intense blush.
"Hey, Miss Isuke..." I worried. "You sure you okay?"
"Yes." She said, nervously getting up from the couch. "Listening to the continuous Mizorogi's talk is tiring. I'm going to take a bath ~"
"Well, good idea." I stretched, going for a towel.
"Wow! Seriously, this bath is great!" Haruki delightedly watched the room.
And why are you so excited about? Maybe she's that poor, that she had never been in a public bath before...
Sighing loudly, I took off the towel and went into hot water.
...Nice and relaxing.
Sagae also got rid of her towel. I glanced at her, pulled out of my reverie.
"I have such soreness!" she stretched, standing in front of me.
Such abdominal muscles...interesting, how amount of time it took her to reach this form?...
"Miss Isuke, something happened?" she waved her hand in front of my face.
"Ah, no." I batted her hand. "I was just wondering, what color I should paint my nails next."
"Hmm?" the readhead yawned, sitting down next to me. "You really think much about it. Do your nails mean so much to you?" she giggled.
"As with every girl." I pouted. "Isuke's appearance must always be perfect 3" I smiled "And you? You're such a tomboy. Normal girl doesn't have such abs..." I bit my tongue just in time, because I almost praised her.
"Oh, you noticed?" Sagae laughed. "I practice every day, so it just happened that way." she gave me a smile.
Haruki with a loud sigh went into the water, sitting down next to me. Relaxed, she closed her eyes and plunged into the nose. We both fell silent. Bored, I stared at my perfectly made manicure, periodically glancing at the red-haired.
Why don't you start a conversation, you fool? This silence irritates me even more than your voice ~
"...Umm, Miss Isuke?" she looked at me, and finally clawed her face. "Will you please wash my back?" she smiled sheepishly, scratching her head.
"I thought, that you have hands, hm?" I asked sarcastically. "I'm not your maid."
"Ah, sorry..." she giggled nervously "I didn't mean it..." embarassed, she leaned against the wall of the pool.
But then again, she gave me her perpetually curious gaze.
"But maybe..." she said, moving closer to me "Could I wash your back?" she grinned.
"With your dirty hands?" I said indignantly "No, thank you 3"
"Hey, we're in the bath." She laughed "I can't be dirty!" she insisted on, staring at me, amused. "You said that I must try more to gain your approval!" she recited, pulling out her index finger. "Well, I suggest you a free massage! What do you think?" she giggled.
"I..." I didn't finish, because Haruki turned me, that I couldn't see her face. "H-Hey!..." I stopped talking again, feeling her smooth hands on my skin.
I let out a moan uncontrollably and the shiver passed my body. Sagae continued to massage, subtly and deftly relaxing my muscles. Her movements were so precise, you can even say professional.
Stupid, dirty, determined redhead! Idiot!
I cursed her in my mind, when she performed at me caress from the top shelf.
But she's really good...she also moonlighted as a masseur? ...
I thought, soothed by her wonderful movements. Every now and then brought out a quiet moan out of my mouth, and then I turned red. Fortunately, the girl couldn't see my embarassed face...
I felt so good that over the lifetime of the massage the moans were becoming more frequent ...
I heard a loud yawn and a nice smooth of fingertips pressure eased. Confused, I turned in the direction of streching Haruki.
"I think it's enough, Miss Isuke." she giggled "I'm sorry, that's all I can."
"Oh..." embarrassed, I sighed, acting bored. "Although it wasn't a professional massage, but not bad, for..." I ran my eyes quickly to find a proper determination of this redhead "...The girl from a poor family."
"Thanks!" she grinned overjoyed.
"It wasn't a compliment, you idiot." I smiled artificially, losing interest in Sagae.
"The point of view depends on the point of the seat, Miss Isuke." she giggled.
I frowned, annoyed by her goofy sense of humor.
"Oh, whom we have here?" I turned toward the entrance, to hear a familiar voice.
"Oh, Shutou!" Haruki cried, waving her hand in greeting.
Great, I have missed her here...
"Hmmm, who would have thought that Takechi is a serial killer!" I stretched, entering into the room.
"I doubt that random passers-by would seek work in Myojo. Especially such." Isuke scoffed.
"Well, yeah, but I didn't think that murdering people...might turn her on." I frowned, refreshed throwing myself on the bed. "I don't understand this behavior..." I sighed, turning over on my back.
"Disgusting." Isuke muttered, sitting on a chair. "I wonder whether is she taking a shower after this play?" she giggled, watching her nails.
"I feel sorry for Kenmochi that she must share room with someone like that." I muttered, sitting down on the bed.
"Compassion? Come on, after all, you're a killer!" she mocked "Killer shows no compassion. If so, would no longer be a killer, don't you think? 3"
"Yeah..." I whispered thoughtfully. "But, the most important thing is that Takechi didn't hurt any of us!" I livened up, disguising my melancholy. "Since apparently she feels sexual arousal, when torturing her victims, you're really lucky, Miss Isuke." I giggled "In the end, you're damn attractive!"
"Thank you. 3" Inukai proudly waved her hair "But don't think, that you will gain my sympathy with this."
"Right, sorry." Amused, I tapped my head. "But if it came down to it, I wouldn't hesitate to defend you from Takechi!"
"I don't need anyone's help. Isuke knows how to defend well." she pouted.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." I smiled "I just...I'm not afraid to sacrifice for the person which I care about."
"W...What do you mean?..." she murmured, clearly nervous.
"Well...we're friends, right?" I grinned cheerfully.
"No, we're not. Isuke don't need something so...old-fashioned as friendship." she grumbled.
"It's a pity." I sighed, not moved by her bitter words. "Ya know...But if you asked me out on a date, I wouldn't refuse." I laughed.
"Y-you?" Inukai briefly considered whether to laugh or to sit quietly. Finally, she chose the first option. "And who would want to ask you?"
"W-Well..." I mingled up, embarrassed "You're talking to me, and...You're not ashamed of me, so...I-I thought, that... you." I mumbled shyly.
Surprised pink-haired paused, only muttering under her breath. In the light of the bedside lamp I saw her red face.
"Miss Isuke..." I murmured amused.
"What?" she snapped, indicating that there is no desire to continue the conversation.
"You're cute when you're blushing." I giggled.
"...Idiot." she snorted.