Tsunami of Dead Tears: Part 2

Chapter 8

Giyuu woke up groggily, but quickly shook himself awake as he felt the warm touch of human skin brush his fingertips. He jolted up and took in his surroundings. Walls painted blue, a beam of light sprouting from a window, and a record player sitting on a cabinet.

Just the hotel room...

He then slowly turned around to find Shinobu half-wrapped in a futon. A beam of light from the window illuminated her shoulders, which were rising and falling as she silently inhaled and exhaled.

Giyuu smiled at her and brushed off a strand of hair from from her forehead. He was just about to give it a light smooch when...

KA-BOOM!!!

Shinobu's eyes sprung open as her shoulders perked up at the sound. Giyuu flinched back as her body swung up in a sitting position. They both looked out the window, their eyelids fighting to stay open against the intense light of the sun. They could see a dozen slayers carrying heavy wooden boxes out of a black car.

Firearms.

Giyuu's shoulders relaxed as he realized what was happening. Haku must have supplied the corps with new weapons that they could use against the demons, and Giyuu was all the more glad that he was on the good side of the banished Oyabun. (If you're wondering, Obayun is the leader of a Yakuza clan.)

"Giyuu..." Shinobu whispered.

"Relax." Giyuu said, not bothering to look at her. "It's just Haku doing us some favors. Nothing to be so uptight about."

"No, Giyuu..." Shinobu repeated. "Look at yourself..."

Giyuu, who was visibly confused, withdrew from the window and glanced at his own chest. As he laid his eyes on it, his heart almost stopped. He snapped his head up to look at Shinobu. She held her futon around her shoulders, looking away in embarrassment. At that moment, he felt his cheeks heat up like a kettle  under a fire.

"Did we..." Shinobu mumbled quietly, finally looking at Giyuu.

"No... no, no, no, wait..." Giyuu said. He scrambled around the room, looking for his sleeping gown. He eventually found it on the floor, but it was neatly folded, almost like he hadn't used it. He turned to his legs. He was wearing his uniform pants.

Shinobu's face turned red as she hid behind the covers. "You pervert!"

Giyuu just sat there, not entirely convinced but not entirely dumbfounded either.

If we DID do it, then my haori and jacket would be sprawled out on the floor, right?

Giyuu looked around the room again. He saw his haori and jacket, but they were hung on the coat pegs just beside the door.

So we DIDN'T do it?

"I don't remember giving you consent, BAKA!" Shinobu scolded, her eyes staring in a victimized manner, as if he had tried to grope her.

"I don't remember asking for it..." Giyuu said, clenching his jaw to resist the urge to call her a 'baka' as well.

"Then what's this with your night gown unworn?" Shinobu objected. "Or the fact that you're wearing your uniform pants?!"

"That doesn't prove anything!" Giyuu objected back. "Not to mention, my haori isn't on the floor. Perhaps I was too tired to wear the gowns and instantly fell asleep."

"Oh, come on! It's no use hiding it, just admit we did!"

"We didn't! This is all just an unfortunate coincidence."

"As if!"

"We really di-"

Their childish quarrel of adult subjects was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.