Bright...
I shut my eyes quickly to stop the assault of the sun's rays. My head feels like it's about to burst, and I feel like I'm sleeping on a recliner.
I slowly open my eyes, and see that the last part, in fact, is true.
Where am I?
Looking further around the room, it looks like a hotel room. Someone's sleeping in the bed... messy blonde hair? Oh, must be Akira. But then... wait, why am I in Akira's hotel room? Nothing happened last night, did it? I check, and find that I'm fully clothed. Besides, I'm sleeping on the recliner. I'm pretty sure if something happened, I'd be in bed with Akira.
I turn my gaze to the TV stand, and notice two bottles. The closer and smaller one is about a third full of brown liquid, and I can just make out the writing on the label as my vision blurs with pain. «Southern Comfort.»
Oh. That explains a lot. Well, it explains why I can't remember anything, why I have a splitting headache, and why this wave of nausea just passed over me as I sat up. It doesn't explain why I'm here, in this hotel room, though... last thing I remember is playing chess with...
Oh. OHH.
The realization of last night’s events combines with my hangover to amplify my nausea, and I run to the bathroom. The force of expelling my stomach contents makes my headache feel ten times worse, and it's not long before I'm dry heaving. By the time the nausea subsides, my stomach is in almost as much pain as my head, and I collapse next to the toilet. Only then do I notice that I'm crying tears of pain, shame, and fear, and that apparently some vomit splashed back onto my blouse.
Akira stumbles into the bathroom, bleary-eyed. "Hey, kiddo, you…” As she opens her eyes, she stops herself, and then continues, “holy crap, you look like shit." Before I can respond, she grabs one of the cups, fills it with water, and hands it to me. "Here, drink this, see if you can hold it down." As I do so, I notice just how dry my mouth is. While I'm drinking my water, she steps out, and I hear her rummaging for something. She comes back with a bottle in her hand, and puts a couple pills in my hand. "Aspirin." I wash the pills down with the last of the cup of water, and see that she takes a couple herself.
"You... t-too?"
"Heh... my tolerance may be a lot better than yours, but I definitely hit my own bottle a little too hard last night..." She takes the cup from me, and then refills it and hands it back.
After what feels like hours, but is probably only half an hour, the pain subsides, and I start feeling a little better.
"Think you can hold some food down? I'm gonna order some room service, and I like a good greasy breakfast when I have a hangover. They say it doesn't actually help, but..."
That... that actually doesn't sound like a bad idea. "I... I think so..."
Another few hours, or minutes, later, I hear a knock at the door. "Room service!" Akira answers the door, and I hear her take the plates, and shut the door.
"Hey, Hanako, I closed the curtains, it's not bright in there any more, if you want to come out."
"Um... Akira... I kindathrewuponmyblousealittle, if you d-didn't notice."
"Oh. Um... hang on a second." Moments later, Akira comes back into the bathroom, hands me a red tank top, walks back out, and shuts the bathroom door behind her. Wait, a tank top? She really expects me to wear that? Well… it’s not like I have much choice otherwise...
"Th-thanks. Give me a couple minutes..." I slowly force myself up from the floor. I realize how weak I feel right now, and then my stomach growls. I wash my face, and then change into the tank top. The first thing that I notice is how much of my scars are now on display to the world. Besides, it’s really tight around my chest, and I’m almost popping out of it. This isn't going to work... but my stomach growling again reminds me that there's breakfast waiting for me, so I decide to go out there anyway.
Akira's sitting on the bed, attacking her breakfast like a rabid wolf, and she gestures over to the desk, where the other plate is sitting.
Of course she would order a big American style breakfast. Sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, and home fries. I decide to start with the bacon, albeit with a bit of trepidation. I take the first bite. Huh, they actually made it crispy enough. Akira looks at me, slightly shocked, and then returns to her own breakfast. "Wh.. what, is the bacon too crispy for you?"
"No, it's just... um... I was afraid you wouldn't like it this crispy. You might have shite taste in booze, but at least we agree on bacon."
“I… I don’t think I want to drink that s-stuff ever again…”
“Very good, young padawan, but much to learn, you still have, yes?”
I groan. “If learning involves more mornings like this…” Akira chuckles at that. Now that my head's clearing, though... "So... now what?" I've broken up with my... whatever he was, and Akira's the only friend I have left. She'll be gone in a few days, once her assignment here is done, and she'll be quite busy anyway.
"Hm?"
"It's just... n-now I'm alone and all."
"Well, for starters, remember what I said yesterday, about Hisao seeing what he's missing. And if he could see you right now..." Her voice drops so I can barely hear it, and her eyes glaze over. "«I can learn to resist... anything but temptation...»"
Is... is she hitting on me? On ME?
At that thought, I feel blood rushing to my cheeks. She soon snaps out of her trance, and looks everywhere in the room but at me. "Hell, to be honest, I'm kinda jealous about how you fill that top out."
"Hey, I'm s-sure you'd look n-nice in it..."
"Yeah, I look
nice in it, but not
sexy like you do..." I didn't think it was possible to blush this hard, but I am. "Ah, what the hell, I never get to wear it anyway... But, seriously, if Hisao sees you in that, it might help him change his mind." Akira winks at me.
Hmm, maybe she has the right idea... if I wear my jacket over it, I can at least hide most of my scars...
"So... the other thing... I think you're not as alone as you think you are." She must notice my expression of shock, as she continues. "Well... I know for a fact you have another friend that you could call, and talk to about some of this, and she'd listen."
Lilly.
My mood drops immediately. "She's no f-friend of mine." My voice almost comes out as a growl.
"Hanako..."
I look Akira in the eye, as the anger boils inside of me. "She made me depend on her, she was the closest thing to family I had, and then she left for Scotland like it was nothing, like she didn't even care about me. She didn’t even TELL me until the day before she left! What am I supposed to say?"
Her jaw drops in realization. "Um... Oh… Damn… I knew she left you suddenly, but I didn't quite look at it like that..." It's clear that she's at a loss for words here, and she’s staring at her plate. Just then, her phone rings. “Speak of the fuckin’ devil… Hello, Lillian.” My mind is sent into a maelstrom of panic, but one coherent thought breaks through: since when has Akira ever called her Lillian?
“You know what they say about the hair of the dog. I made sure I took care of that before you called me.” Hair… of the dog? What is she talking about? “Your personal favorite, even. SoCo.” She winks at me. What exactly is she doing here? I’m quite certain that she didn’t drink… Oh, I think I see what she’s doing.
“It’s better than getting out of bed at noon, like other members of the Satou family have been known to do. And on that note, I’m going to go ahead and make myself some coffee, because I have a long day of work ahead of me, so I’ll put you on speakerphone.” She puts her finger to her lips. At least I’ll get to listen to both sides of this now.
“Akira, please, if you’re going to start something, just get to the point.” An… interesting reversal, there.
“Heh, I thought I’d borrow a page or two from your playbook. After all, you seemed quite alright with our parents not letting us know about their plans to leave Japan, to the point that you did the same thing to Hanako…” I want to run, but at the same time, I want to know what Lilly’s going to say next…
“That’s... not the same, and you know it.”
“You’re right, it’s not the same. For one, our family at least had the decency to abandon us
together.”
There’s a long silence on the other side of the line, during which Akira hands me the first cup of coffee. “So I assume you’ve spoken to her, then.”
“You could say that, yes.”
“How is she doing?”
Akira looks over to me, and I shake my head quickly. I want nothing of this. “I think she’s doing okay, all things considered.”
Lilly sighs. “I… I made a horrible mistake, I admit. I just wish I could apologize to Hanako, but I fear I burned that bridge a long time ago.” Akira looks back to me.
I take a deep breath.
Here goes nothing.
“Maybe w-we c-could build a n-new bridge? M-meet me halfway.”
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