Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Sunrise Reminiscing ❯ Cruel Joke ( Chapter 5 )

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Sunrise Reminiscing

Chapter 5. Cruel Joke

By: Gator Ri

I'm going to warn you this chapter is a bit angsty, not too mention rather cruel. ^.^;;;;

When it's titled Cruel Joke well that is just what it is but guys will be guys. So just

Please don't hate me.

Classes had been going for a good month now and the weather was starting to turn chilly as I made my way across the campus, heading towards the Commons for supper.

Midterms were coming up in a few weeks and I was afraid of seeing my grades. I hadn't exactly been spending my time studying. After all there were many other much more interesting things to spend my time and energy on such as; work, parties, friends, and, I smiled, Jon.

I sighed, I had met him in my English Composition. The best thing about Jon was that he annoyed the hell out of Chichiri when he came over to play video games, okay so that was just a plus.

Reaching the Commons building, I walked in and made my way to the Mexican place to get some burritos. Carrying my tray I looked around and found Jon already waiting for me.

I walked over and set my tray. Then unshouldering my backpack I let it flop beside the booth and sat down across from him, "Hey, good lookin'," I greeted gibing him a fanged smile.

He smiled back, showing even white teeth, as he came to look at me, "He, handsome," his voice was deeper than mine and had a sensuous quality to it.

"So how was yer day?" I asked as I started to stuff a burrito in my mouth, my eyes taking in his strong masculine face that had bright green eyes and a piece of his dark brown hair always hanging over his forehead.

"Not bad," he answered brushing his hair back with a hand, "Yours?"

I shrugged, "Ch' had worse."

"You have to work tonight?"

I nodded, "Yeah," I looked at the clock. "Should leave in a few minutes."

He sighed and gave a nod as he looked down at his empty plate, "Too bad, since it's Friday and all. You'll miss all the parties."

"Don't remind me," I half growled, my amber eyes darkening a bit, "For I would much rather go ta them."

He looked up at me again, with questioning eyes, "Shouldn't you also start studying for midterms?"

I shook my head as I put down the burrito I had been working on, "Ch' ya kiddin'? I'm all set."

"Yeah, sure," he gave me a knowing look.

"Umm…well I'll see ya tomorrow," I said abruptly standing up, grabbing my tray and bag. Turning on my heal I waved at him, "See ya."

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It was the tail end of supper before I was able to get to the Commons and get some food.

And it was with a heavy sigh that I sat down with my tray, letting my backpack fall on the floor. It had been a long day, turned into a longer one by a frustrating tutoring session, with a girl who didn't know the Revolution to the Civil War, and more. A scowl crossed my face at this my face at this, I was more angry at her not being taught than her not knowing. One plus was that she wanted to learn.

Shoveling the last bit of food from my plate to my mouth, I got to my feet and dumped the tray, then went back to get my bag. After slinging it on I made my way outside and across campus to my room, although I had no idea what to expect, one could never count on anything when there was chaos physically living in the room.

Upon opening the door I breathed a sigh of relief at finding the room dark and full of blissful silence. Silence hadn't exactly been something that I had had very often since Tasuki was always bringing someone over or had music going. I frowned at this last, for I had tried to get him kicked out and moved to another room but there was no place for him to go.

Flopping my bag on my desk chair, I dug out my art history book and shoved all this other from my mind as I settled on my bed, turning on the clip lamp that was there so I could see to read.

As I turned the pages my mind started to drift back to last year, I scowled slightly, *Keep reading,* I told myself and was able to keep my attention on the text, for a little while at least. Then again I found myself reliving the embarrassment of what had been don't to me by Derek and his baka friends.

I rubbed my eye as I leaned back in my chair and yawned at the screen of my laptop.

Eyes strayed to the clock and widened, I had been working longer than I though or even intended.

Letting the chair back on the floor, I saved my work and shutdown the computer, I needed to get to bed, it had been a very long week. Hmmmm…a shower sounded good though.

Getting to my feet I made my way across the room, picking my p.j. pants off my bed as I went, and into the bathroom.

Turning on the spray to let it warm up I stepped out of my clothes and brushed out my long hair, while waiting for it. Then testing the water and finding it to be satisfactory I stepped in letting the water wash my frustrations of the week away.

I was just toweling off when I heard a knock on the door to our room. Knowing that my roommate had gone out with a group of his friends for the night, I grabbed my robe and tied the belt before walking out into the room and opening the door, at which I was met with a bright light in my eyes.

Trying to block it I peered through it and was about to ask what it was all about when I felt someone clinging to me. I blinked my eyes and looked down upon a nice looking woman wearing a dress that didn't leave much to the imagination.

I blinked again, "Wha…" I started and then was silenced as she kiss me, which very readily caught me off guar, not too mention by surprise.

I dimly heard the catcalls and whistles through my frozen senses from the groups that surrounded us, much less did I notice the camcorder.

Finally releasing my bruised feeling lips she gave me a coy smile, "By aren't we shy, but, she put a slender finger to her full lips, "We are dressed right for the occasion."

At this she slipped her hands inside my robes running them down my chest and not stopping 'til they were rubbing my hips, which elicited a gasp from me, more out of surprise than actual pleasure.

"Ooooh, you like that?" she purred as she rubbed my hips more firmly, causing the belt on my robe to become loosened.

I'm not sure what made me be able to gain control of myself again, maybe it was this violation of my privacy and having slowly coming back to my senses realized that we had observers.

I grabbed her hands in a death grip as my stomach started to churn, "What do you think you're doing." I asked, it being more of a statement of demanded my tone icy.

She got a surprise look on her face, she obviously was used to this type of response, as she blinked her large eyes, "What I was paid to," she answered slowly.

I scowled deeply, as I looked over directly at whom was obviously the main instigator in this whole fiasco. I felt bile rising in my throat at which I fought to keep down, "What do you…" I couldn't finish as I lost control of myself and wretched on the carpet at the woman's feet.

They laughed at me, probably thinking that I was nervous about having sex with a woman, but that wasn't true, in honesty that was just my reaction to them when they touched me that way.

I looked at them, my face in an odd contortion, then getting enough sense I ran past the woman and back through my door and slammed it shut, locking it behind me. Then flinging my self upon my bed I wept for the embarrassment of it all. I was sure that they now knew for whom could not tell?

I blinked my eyes and gave a soft shake of my head as I came back to the present. The text in front of my face came back into focus although I didn't read it.

My eyes narrowed as a deep scowl settled upon my visage, I wouldn't cry, I wouldn't! For had I not done that in the week after, too depressed to get out of bed and missing all my classes.

I knew it had spread over most of campus but the details I wasn't sure, not even now was I. Everyone looked at me with pity, that is to those it had spread. I just remember my thoughts as I had lay in bed that week, *They all know now. How could they not have seen? Most guys would've sprung an erection right there and taken her into their room,* I tightly closed my eyes, my hand moving into a fist, *But no, not me I hurl and look at her as if she were the devil.*

Anda had come to see me much that week, trying to reassure me, although I never told him my private thoughts. But he did help me, "Chichiri, it is okay. You did right thin in running away. Most would have taken the opportunity to have that woman," he gave me a smile, "I mean you never know where that type have been."

This had given me much to think over for he made it sound as if everyone thought that I still liked women in that way, but it still gave me little comfort, for what if they looked back and took time to analyze my reactions? Sensing someone looking at me I jerked my head up and looked to see Tasuki looking at me.

I scowled at him, *He is one of that guy's friends,* I thought, not only that I realized I had been crying silently, for I could feel the wetness on my face. "What," I bit through clenched teeth forcing my voice to be steady.

"Umm…are you okay?" he asked uncertainly.

My scowl deepened as I flipped my book forcibly shut and thrust it on my bed. Getting to my feet I brushed past him, "What do you care," I growled.

"Ch' fuck you too," I could hear him growl at my back as the door slammed behind me.

Sighing with aggravation I walked out of the building and into the night and kept walking.

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I raked my hands through my hair, knocking off my cap, "Grrrrrrr!" I growled that guy!

All but ripping off my work uniform I tossed it on my chair and dug out a pair of shorts from my pile on the floor. Then sitting down in front of the TV I flipped it on and punch the power button to my PSX, I needed to blow off steam.

After playing for a while I started to cool down and looked at the clock, it was after midnight. Yawning I turned off the game and standing up with a stretch and another yawn, I climbed up into my bed and crashed on it.

It was as I was drifting off that I thought, *I wonder where Chichiri is,* for he hadn't come back yet. Shrugging I rolled over, "Why, th' hell do I care anyway," then with a yawn I was snoring.

A soft groan escaped my lips as a bean of sunlight found its way into my sleep. Opening an amber eye I sighed and sat up rubbing my face and then running a hand through my sleep tousled hair. I gave another yawn as I looked around the room, letting myself slowly wake up.

Finally pushing back the covers, I swung my legs over the side of the bed I let them dangle there for a few moments before jumping down. As I stood up I heard a soft moan and movement behind me. Turning I saw Chichiri sleeping in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets.

I sighed he looked so…I frowned and dug a fang into my lip, *I don't like him I hate him, he's and unfeeling bastard. Just look at what he did to you last night,* I scolded myself.

Turning on my heel, I went over to my dresser and dug out a pair of jeans and T-shirt. Walking into the bathroom, I shut the door and dumped my clothes on the floor. Turning on the shower I shed my clothes and got in. AH! Cold shower!!!

After my warm shower, that is once the water warmed up, I came back out into the room and was grabbing what I would need when I noticed Chichiri sitting at his laptop. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him, he looked tired.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to stare," his voice was cold, colder than cold.

"I wasn' starin' I was lookin' at th' clock," I grumbled," Don' get you hed up your ass so early in th' mornin'."

He turned to look at me with a fire behind his dark eyes, one that I didn't like, "Don't use that language in her."

"You're not my fuckin' mom!"

"Maybe not but you seem to need the discipline," his voice was even as he said this, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

I looked at him through narrowed eyes as I found my shoes and jammed them on my feet, "What do ya care 'bout me."

He snorted, "I don't you're not worth it. It's just degrading to the human race that someone could be such a rude little pig."

I bared my fangs at him, "FUCK YOU! YOU BASTARD!" I all but screamed at him and ran out the door, letting it shut as it would behind me.

After stomping my way around campus for a while I finally started heading over towards the Commons when I started to think a bit, yes I can do that, just takes me a while sometimes.

*What if this had something to do with that joke that was played last year,* I frowned at this as I changed directions and started heading over to Derek's, I hadn't thought about the joke ever since he had mentioned it.

Reaching his building I walked inside and made my way to his room, stopping at his door I knocked and waited.

A few minutes later a sleepy looking Derek opened and looked at him, "Hello."

"Hi, may I come in?" I asked.

Nodding Derek opened the door wider and let me in. After shutting it behind me he looked at me as I took a seat on a chair, "So…why'd ya come."

I looked at him, "Because I want to know the truth."

"The truth? Truth about what?"

"About what ya did ta Chichiri last year."

He grinned, "Sure thing. It's funny as hell. I think it actually turned out better than if we would've got his roommate, Jerry," he said this as he opened his closet and brought out a tape.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned again, "Yep got it on tape. We tried apologizing but…" he shrugged, "We really weren't that sorry."

I smiled slightly, this was rather…amusing, "Does he know?"

He shook his head as he took the tape out of the case he popped it in the VCR and turned on the TV. "Naw. Just watch," he said as he took a seat on the floor.

I looked at the TV, leaning forward in the chair, resting my elbows on my knees. Then I watched a smile coming to my mouth as I saw Chichiri put out of his element and fleeing behind his door.

I chuckled as the tape went to static, soon laughing out right, "Ch'! That was great! Absolutely priceless!"

Derek grinned at me with approval, "Thought you might."

As I was leaving a few minutes later I couldn't help thinking, *That bastard deserved what happened. After all he was the stupid one and stayed on campus when he was supposed to go home.*

I frowned then as the image of Chichiri staring at a book with a damp face with a tortured look and white fist came into my head. I shook it, sending my short fluffy hair waving, *He's an unfeeling bastard,* I told myself again as I shove that image into the box labeled I don't give a flying rat's ass.

Like I said please don't hate me. *meeps* ^^;;;;;;;