The Rain, It Pours (The Forest of Drizzling Rain Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Sleep was a dream in itself. Shiori rolled back and forth, back and forth. Maybe she would roll into sleep if she tried hard enough. It seemed every time she neared sleep, it rolled just an inch out of reach, so back to rolling she went. It was so late she could scarcely tell the difference when her eyes were closed and when she was looking out into the deep void that was at one time her room. She might have been asleep in a matter of seconds if she just lay there long enough.

Then, she heard the door.

Shiori sat up, eager to see how Suga's night went. Then, she heard a giggle. While she had never heard Suga giggle before, she squinted through the darkness, as if that would help her hear it better. There was another giggle, this one obnoxiously feminine and flirty. It grated on Shiori's nerves, but she was already dipping back down into her bed. Maybe she'd be gone soon and she could finally go to sleep. She'd ask Suga about his mini date in the morning.

The door shut and all was blanketed in silence again.

Giggle.

Shiori shot up. She was in the museum? Suga had brought her home? A complete stranger was in her house, and Suga was the one to bring her. Surely she wasn't spending the night. Right? Right?

Much to her chagrin, she could hear them speaking through the silence. Suga was muttering something unintelligible, probably because he knew she was there to possibly hear him. Charlie, on the other hand, must not have known, or probably didn't care, as she squealed with laughter.

"Suga... you're so... really? Yeah!"

Even as loud as she was, her high pitched squealing was almost too high pitched to understand. It really didn't matter too much what they were talking about. What mattered most to Shiori was the fact that they were coming down the hallway, toward the extra guest bedroom, which was right next to her own. Surely they wouldn't... they wouldn't...

Her body was hot and sweat was beginning to form under her armpits and at her hairline. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest. This wasn't what she had expected, and it certainly wasn't what she wanted.

... Was it?

What could she expect? She had been the one to push Suga to go out and seek out a date. Isn't this what young couples did? They had gone to a bar, no less. That atmosphere begged for quickies and hookups. Even so, Shiori couldn't figure out why her stomach seemed to roll in her stomach as she heard their footsteps patter past her room.

Giggle. Giggle. Whispers. Giggle.

The footsteps were coming back. There were outside her door now, and she could barely make out the sound of her squeaking door hinge over the sound of them whispering.

"Suga... no, no... cool..."

The next thing Shiori knew, the door was open. Charlie was cackling now, hanging on the doorknob, barely keeping herself from slipping on the ground. Suga had his fist wrapped in her tank top, and if Shiori could see his face, she was sure he was flushed red with embarrassment.

"Shimi! Shimi!"

Charlie was now screaming at the top of her lungs, and she lunged forward, letting go of the doorknob and going face first onto the floor. Suga yanked forward with her, barely kept off the ground because Charlie was under him to catch his fall.

Shiori's face was warming up, and the sweat that had been accumulating across her brow was beginning to drip down her face. The couple looked like they had been caught in the middle of an erotic moment, and Shiori was an unfortunate viewer. Suga must have realized what it looked like as it didn't take him long to roll offor of her, and release her to do as she pleased.

Charlie rose up on all fours, nose trickling blood. She was still smiling, and still screaming.

"Shimi! Shimi!"

Shimi? What was shimi? Shiori didn't have much longer to figure it out as Charlie crawled towards the bed, grabbing the sheets and blankets once she was arm's length away. Shiori held her end tight, doing her best to keep them on the bed against Charlie's brute strength. Suga had joined the fray, too, grabbing on to Charlie's ankle and trying to drag her back. Charlie kicked and kicked, while simultaneously pulling and pulling on the blankets. Blood was pouring from her nose, dropping on the floor and staining the sheets she clawed after.

One of Charlie's kicks eventually landed, and there was a hard crunch as Suga went writhing backwards onto the floor. He was holding his face, blocking Shiori from being able to see what had happened.

"Suga? Are you okay?"

The instant Shiori took her attention off Charlie, Charlie was able to yank the blankets off of the bed. Without Suga there to stop her, Charlie made her way over the blankets, up the side of the bed, all the way up to grab on to Shiori's arm. Shiori watched, wide-eyed, trying her best to pull her arm away from the bloody, blonde, bimbo, but to no avail. Charlie, smiled, revealing bloody rows of teeth. Shiori couldn't tell if the blood was coming from her mouth or if the blood from her nose had made its way into her mouth. Either way, the blood had made it to Shiori's bed and was dripping onto her arm, too. Her stomach was up in her throat now, and any minute she was going to puke it out.

Charlie was oblivious to it all. Instead, she screamed.

"Shimi! You should have seen it!"

Shimi. Charlie thought Shiori's name was Shimi.

"Seen what?"

Charlie cackled, sending spit and blood flying. Some of it landed on Shiori's cheek. She prayed it was just spit.

"Suga! Suga's crazy!"

Charlie laughed and laughed, then turned her head to look back at the forgotten Suga, still lying on the ground. Charlie, now entranced by her injured drinking buddy, released Shiori and crawled her way back over to him. Once there, she simply lay on top of him, then fell silent. Shiori was, once again, blanketed in silence, but more confused than ever before.