(I apologize for this chapter taking a while~ Is any part of this chapter confusing?)
Chapter III: Nightmare Effect
Exhausted from the day's activities, Junko lay curled up in a tight ball on the hotel bed, eyes closed in bliss. After they had purchased their clothes, the girl's had visited the renowned Shinjuku Gyoen National Park and strolled around its eminent garden for a good two hours before heading to a café close to the hotel for dinner. The girl hadn't realized it back then, but the lack of sleeping she had been managing to achieve since she had runaway was really starting to take its toll on her these last few days.
The bathroom door suddenly clicked open and Junko found herself coiling up a little tighter much to her unawareness. Footsteps padding softly against the wooden floor became apparent and a soft, slightly damp peach-colored towel suddenly enveloped her. Junko uncoiled and sat up with a light blush, the relaxing warmth of the towel making her quite drowsy. Her eyes scanned for wearily Ryoko, instantly wishing they hadn't after spotting her. Kneelt on the floor, back turned her, sifting through her black bag, sure enough, was Ryoko, fresh out of the shower. Ryoko-sama sure isn't shy about letting me see her like this... Even if it is just her back...
The scent of her signature shampoo was already beginning to suffuse heavily through the room from her drying hair which fell down her milky white back in dark ribbons. It was sweet and fragrant like citrus; a scent Junko had recently came to be quite fond of. She inhaled the syrupy scent lightly; practically intoxicated by it for a few brief moments. Her hair...smells really nice.
"Is Junko-chan staring at me? What a bad girl." Ryoko suddenly chuckled softly, not looking back at the girl.
Junko twitched and cried out in embarrassment, hiding her face in the damp towel which heavily bore the older girl's scent.
"N-No, no! Y-You're wrong! I wa-wasn't staring!" She was practically shouting, a heavy shade of blush suffusing her ashen face.
Another monotonous chuckle shivered from Ryoko's throat, making Junko hide her face once more out of embarrassment. She paused for a minute to fixate a loose bun on her head out of her wet hair, withdrawing the black hair tie she had held conveniently between her teeth and wrapping it blindly around the firm ball of hair without requiring assistance. Tying her hair up like this to dry was a common habit of hers, Junko had previously noted.
The older girl slipped a large grey t-shirt she had bought earlier today over her head. Even though the shirt pooled comfortably at the top of her knees, she put on a pair of underwear out of modesty before clambering elegantly to her feet. She tugged at her bun to get it back into its correct place as she turned to face Junko, raising an eyebrow in amusement rather than curiosity when her gaze fell upon the younger girl whom had hidden her face.
"I'm dressed now, silly. Junko-chan can look."
When the younger girl did not obey, Ryoko stiffly stooped beside the bed and began to stroke the girl's dark hair, toying with her bangs which were scrunched up from being pressed against the towel. An almost inaudible whimper escaped Junko's throat, and she revealed her face a little, blushing and almost hiding again as Ryoko stole the opportunity to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Is Ryoko-sama sure?" She mumbled gently, her voice muffled by the towel. The younger girl was irresistibly adorable at the moment, and Ryoko struggled to ignore a sudden urge to kiss her lips. Junko's reluctantly to believe her was cute sometimes, but came off as slight annoyances at others. This reluctant moment was a very slight annoyance to her, but still cute nonetheless. </pre>
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Ohayou Gozaimasu
Romance(Good morning) [Yuri] It has been exactly three and a half weeks since Inumori Ryoko and Kurokiri Junko have run away from home. Exactly three and a half weeks since they had forged that one unbreakable promise. No parents, no school, no expectation...
