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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**track twelve**
"It's for the good of the dorm..." Shinobu-sempai says as soothingly
as possible while I cough up half of the winnings I had left after
last night's fiasco at La Mystique. Sure enough, the sempais *had*
laced the champagne with some kind of sleeping potion. Mitsuru-
sempai had been careful about the dosage, as he's taking a
pharmacology class, but still...
"I can't believe you two would stoop to blackmail," I say as I snatch
the photos (AND the negatives - I'm no fool) from Shinobu-sempai's
hand. Mitsuru-sempai shrugs, and Shinobu-sempai puts on a serious
face as he replies.
"That party after the film festival set us back quite a ways, Shun,
and the dorm was running a substantial deficit even before that. We
were counting on one of the others winning this bet with lower odds,
so the dorm kitty could keep the remainder and get out of the red."
My eyes widen. "You mean... you really weren't kidding when you
asked for contributions yesterday, were you?" The sempais shake
their heads. I *think* they're telling the truth, but... I strike
an indignant pose. "Well, you could have just *explained* the
situation to me. I'm not made out of stone, you know. Why'd ya
go through all this?" And I flip through the photos.
The photos tell the whole story, or at least help me to guess at it.
There's me and Suka-chan, slumped over the table at La Mystique.
There's Mitsuru-sempai, dragging Suka-chan out of the restaurant by
his arms. A generic outside shot of the love hotel the sempais
dragged us to. And then... well, most of the rest of the roll is
devoted to pictures of the two of us draped over each other in the
room and the bed. Fully clothed, thank the Kami, but quite
disheveled. At least one of these shots has us almost kissing...
am I glad I was comatose throughout this whole ordeal! Of course,
if I hadn't been, it wouldn't have happened in the first place...
Even as I'm looking through these pictures, I can tell the sempais
are grinning at me. It's as if I could *hear* it. "Oh, c'mon, Shun.
You got to go to a swanky French restaurant that you'll never get a
chance at again - "
"Since they'll never let *any* of us back in there again after all
this."
Mitsuru-sempai ignores me. " - and for that matter, so did we - and
we all had a lot of fun."
"Yeah, until you guys showed up. Do you realize what Suka-chan was
doing?"
Shinobu-sempai grins. "We did. You know, you ought to thank us for
rescuing you from that."
I put my hands on my hips. "I *was* just about to tell him about
myself when you two 'rescued' me. I was about to get out of this
jam on my *own*, thank you very much."
"Oh, I very much doubt that..."
"Huh?"
"Think about it, Shun-*chan*. He's in *love* with you." As if that
weren't obvious even to me. "I don't think he'd even *want* to
believe the truth at this point. And if he *could* find it in
himself to believe it, I think you'd be lucky if he let you off
with having to sleep in the hall for the rest of the semester."
I sink to the floor. So it comes to this: either way, my life with
Suka-chan is going to be a living hell from here on out. The only
thing up to me is whether it's going to be due to his love or his
hatred.
Shit. Looks like I'm a girl until we graduate. "I see. Well, I can
still scream if he gets fresh, right?"
Mitsuru-sempai grins cockily. "He's been warned, remember? You're
welcome to."
***
I've got the photos clutched in my hand as I head to my own dorm
room. Yes, I'm gonna destroy them as soon as I can, but first, I
really ought to show them to Suka-chan. I want him to *appreciate*
my sacrifice on his behalf. It cost me too much to not receive
*some* amount of gratitude.
Damn, but he sleeps like a stone. I had had to drag him from the
hotel in this semi-comatose state in the wee hours of the morning.
Mitsuru-sempai and Shinobu-sempai had been waiting, and got a couple
of shots of that, too. That was how I figured this all out. If it
weren't for Suka-chan, I'd've chased 'em down and yanked the film
right out of their camera on the spot. But I couldn't just drop him.
Nor can I wake him even now. He's been asleep for what? Thirteen,
fourteen hours? You'd think the stuff would have worn off by now...
Then it hits me. He's just recently been operated on... his body
wasn't ready for the liquor, let alone the drug! I force open Suka-
chan's left-eye -- it looks glazed.
Oh man, are we in trouble! "Sempais! Sempais!! I need your help!
NOW!!"
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Well, this ends my self-imposed tempban... it wasn't as if
I had anything urgent to contribute, anyway. Well, at least
that whole "Key" fiasco brought about changes to the FAQ.
Live and learn, eh?
Thanks, by the way, to all those protesting my absence.
It's nice to be missed. And for those asking for previous
chapters, may I recommend Erin Ellis' website for obscure
series? You can find Extended Play, tracks 1 through 10
there at
http://members.tripod.com/~tina97/fics/explay01.html
As always, I'd love to hear your comments on this
continuation... it's the only way I know how to figure
out where to go next.
Oh, BTW... can anyone direct me to where I might find
translations of the Greenwood mange? BEYOND
volume one, I should mention - that one's been covered.
Anyway, more to follow, of course... but till then, ja!
Itsu mo,
Ucchan ^_^