Chapatsu or Brunette
Ben-to: Publishing a Novel 6
Before they reached Sen’s home Satou greeted her “Senpai, I am going right here and get myself cleaned up at the dorm room. Meet you at the train station at 11.” With is hand in the air he waves back at Sen and runs towards his room.
A quick wash and clean clothes Satou is ready to move out the door, eyes peered down inside his wallet and the small coins that are left to see him through the rest of the month. Lucky he is getting half priced bento each night or else he would still be eating noodles or worse an energy bar.
Just as he is to pull the door behind him in to its lock the phone makes that distinguished modem sound. BZZZ PPEEEEEEEEEP PRT PEEP!
HIs thumb moves across the button and reveals a message from Oshiroi!
‘Saitou. Could you, you know, take your swimming trunks with you?’
That was all that was said and Satou scratched his head wondering why he needed his swimming trunks with him. Pictures flipped through his mind on what they would do with his trunks. Use them as a flag does she need to wear them? Not truly paying attention to what he was doing back inside he pulled out a trunk and stuffed it into his pants.
A quick look at the clock had him realize he was again running late so he rushed over to the station where Sen and Saga were waiting. Satou gasped for air as he stood next to the women holding on to his costly ticket. “I made it in time”
He puts his hands in his pocket and puts away the ticket. In the corner of his eyes he seen a woman dive behind a pilar leaving three suitcases stand in the middle of the platform.
Metal breaks squeak loud with the train coming to a halt. The doors open with a big hiss and the three board the train and take a right into the compartment. He takes his seat with his back to the front and sits across Sen neat the window. A lot of rustle and hassle was heard from behind but he did not take much notice.
It wasn’t until Shaga screams loud and slams open the door with a finger pointed at the one who just passed it. “Oshiroi??”
From behind her another voice started talking. “Oh You are here as well, I don’t recall inviting you here!”
Shaga shivers in fear. It was like a black cloud embraced her and chilled the air to its freezing point. Slowly she turns her head, eyes widened and lip clenched between her teeth.
“Ha, ha…. H-Hell, hello Shiraume. “
-“Don’t mind if we join you than.” Shiraume throws the suitcases on the seat next to Satou and stacks them up to cerate a wall. Placing Oshiroi next to it and sit across looking with a pair of foul eyes towards Satou who is squeezed in a discomfort corner with his face plastered against the window and shoulders looking dislocated and contorted to use a minimal space.