A Destructive Prank (An Oumeno Story)

Chapter III

Do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there! May the reader forgive this back and forthing, but the Oumeno matter - as can be gleaned from this divaricated story-talking - has slipped out: - taking recourse to digressions and ever more heteroclite sayings! For the past days - no weeks, unbeknownst to the wearied reader - I've been scurrying about my empty, personless cavern-of-a-house, looking for those scraps of Oumeno tales that, I'm sure, I left flat-face on the edge of the crustied kitchen counter, its dog eared corner encumbered by a pepper grinder, with the diagonally opposite corner reaching out wistfully off of the counter. Through some damned enchantments of a local mage, these scraps, one day, poofed out, I'm sure, and now are only victuals for scavenging canines - or at least let this be the tragic romantic end with which their memory is to be associated. That's it for maudlin overtures - no more, don't worry: I'm only justifying the mess exhibited here to any snoopy souls bereft of better entertainment. 

'Don't enter, I still have to clean up my lab after last time...' 

'It wasn't that tidy back then - so just let me in!' 

'Gyah, nuh-uh!' She stood criss-crossed: a living barricade. 

'What's with that attitude? Were you training with Tenko and Sakura or something?' 

'I just don't want you to come in!'

'Okay, okay, Himiko. I'll wait here.' 

'Promise?' 

'No.' 

'Hey!' 

Nishishi!' 

Eyeing any haphazard jittering or jolting on his part, she tilted the door open and slid through the gap, locking it behind her. Of course, the rascal knew the means of unlocking it - so the locking entertained the role of a deterrent, since the noise generated by attempts at lockpicking would alert her - for sure. Taking the Euro-geezer volume, she differed on further endeavouring at deciphering it; that was, indeed, the promised objective of their little rendezvous, but, but - the volumes with whose contents she boasted greater experience with were tempting to take out: - or to be taken out of their little, dust-delineated rectangular shelf insertions. This or this? That or... Now she tidied the helter-skeltery near the mirror where they... they... narrowed their personal spaces while thrashing in each other's- Perhaps a more succinct, yet chaste, allay of words is needed here, so the reader may write to their content, here's some space and a pen_______________________________________________________  I sincerely hope that this served as a fine indulgement for the imagination. 

Anyway, Himiko was suspicious. Though she warned him not to come in, there was some hope... no, no - expectation, that he would disobey and welcome himself in: that was the Kokichi modus operandi, and that would've flustered her less than the deviation from expectation that he dared to exercise. Actually, she was now adamant to check him up - even if through the keyhole; and so she did. And so she did not see a thing. He could've been dawdling along the corridor, but there was nothing to suggest anything of this kind - so she opened the door again, peeking out. No one was dawdling in the corridor. 

'Kokichi?' She called in a husky yelp, quite surprised that he hasn't jumped at her from somewhere yet.

Ka-ka-ba-boom-bish-bosh-woosh-wrrrrrr-eeeeeeeek-tip-rip-tip-rip...  is how one would describe the rigamarole of noises suddenly booming out of one of the classrooms - more drum-shattering than expressed here as much of the noise battled against the closed classroom door. 

Himiko sighed - trouble at last, and expectation defying too! Thank you: abracadabra, let me out of here in this instant! She walked up to the cursed door and--- Well, she couldn't tell the thereafter of this uptothecurseddoorwalking: - her vision; hearing deflated of noise; head warmed up and then exploded in one overwhelming ache. She saw Kokichi - he didn't see her - and watched him rush into her lab, closing the door behind him - in vain she tidied: it was all soon to be made null. Battling the grand harmony of pains that descended upon her body, she lumbered with her legs towards the lab and knocked once, imperceptibly upon reaching it. Another bash-knockout imminent? That, thankfully, appeared not to be, for the door opened and she was warmly invited in by no one.