Ukyou Kuonji presents
a Here Is Greenwood fanfic

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Koko wa Greenwood is the creation of Yukie Nasu, and all characters 
and situations therein are the property of her and Hakusensha Inc., 
Victor Entertainment, and the Pierrot Project.  No infringement 
is intended.
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Uhh... first, a warning.  There's a little bit of language in this 
one.  Somebody let me know if it's OOC, okay?

**track eleven**

Ooh, it hurts.  So... this is what a hangover feels like, huh?  
Damn the sempais and that champagne.  I'm starting to wonder if 
they didn't slip a mickey in that stuff. Now that I think about it, 
*they* didn't have any.

Thank the Kami it's dark in here.  Pitch black, Stygian darkness, 
that's good.  Easier on the eyes.  Wonder how I got back to the 
dorm, anyway?

Wait a minute.  If I was back in my dorm room, it wouldn't be so 
dark, even if it were night.  I mean, we've got a window, for crying 
out loud.  And in suburban Tokyo, there's always *some* light seeping 
in through the curtains.

So where the hell am I?  Geez, I'm starting to sound like a character 
in some manga I read once.

Let's see... ah, there is a light in here, even if it's only the 
LED display of an alarm clock.  3:15... must be the wee hours of 
the morning.  Maybe I should just crawl back into bed and continue 
to sleep this thing off.  It's a big bed, too.  Lots of room... 
uh... what the heck?  Someone's in here with me?

Now I'm fully awake, three a.m. or not.  I'm in bed with someone? 
What in hell is going on?  I stumble around the room, looking for 
a light switch.  There's got to be something...

After a bit of stumbling around, I slam into the wall (all by myself, 
this time!) and find something.  I flip the switch and the place is 
bathed in a low, crimson light.  Crimson?

Oh, hell... it's a strange place, it's going to have strange lighting. 
Why should I care?  Besides, it's not as bad as say, brilliant white, 
especially in my condition right now.  Anyway, what do we have here?  
I'm standing right next to... a small refrigerator... oh, it's a 
minibar.  Hmm... guess it's a hotel room.  Must have headed here 
to sleep that awful drunk off.  I assume that that's Suka-chan's 
head sticking out of the bed.  I find myself shivering just a bit 
at the thought as I open another cabinet.  All sorts of... 
paraphernalia stare me in the face.  I close the door with 
a slam and spring to my feet in shock.

What the fuck... ?  We're in a love hotel!!

*****

Ooorg... that wasn't as easy to write as I'd hoped.  Combine that 
with RL V-day celebrations gone awry (imagine, if you will, a 
five-year-old with either a bad cold or the flu... would *you* 
babysit this child?  Neither would anyone else.), and my guarantee 
from track ten went out the window.  Face it... Joe Namath I ain't. 
Not that anyone seems to have noticed (this is why I don't DO 
multi-parters... Andrew, I know you said not to get discouraged, 
but I can't help it)  Anyway, from here things are REALLY gonna 
slow down, as far as my output goes.  I don't know what's gonna 
happen next, and until I do, I won't be writing any more.  You 
might see other stories by me in the meantime, and maybe I'll 
actually get back to updating my webpage, but this is the 
(momentary) end of the line.

Until then, you can find me on the KawaiiMUCK as 'Konatsu' this 
evening if you wanna complain, make suggestions, what-have-you.  
Ja!

Itsu mo,
Ucchan  ^_^