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In a distant neighborhood, there lied modest houses, enough to demonstrate the epitome of innocence; ones to give “trust” as their main characteristic or appellation when scrutinizing briefly.
…though, some domains aren’t held by particularly “saint” people.
There laid Defoko, sprawled on Gekiyaku’s bed bed and staring distantly at the ceiling as she tapped her fingers idly at the sheets; she had been invited to a sleepover by an aforementioned companion, Gekiyaku. Typically understanding she isn’t fond of being alone at times, and things seemed to be going fine at first: she was her usual happy-go-lucky self, of course followed up by her perilous ideas that she was quite bemused with; but it wasn’t uncommon to see such a sight or occurrence.
…that’s is until she made a disappearance.
veritably, a sole thought was in her mind: where the hell was Gekiyaku now? She had told Defoko she’d come back—seemingly going through a room she refused to let anyone thresh even from the outside; suspicious, isn’t it? But the former “Uta Utane” wasn’t one to pry, so, with no resistance, she didn’t thwart; Patience was considered a well respected virtue, after all, but when it’s been roughly 15 minutes after her annihilation…kind of a tough choice, If I had to be frank.
CRASH!
A simultaneous clash soared through the room, a bang in which only a door colliding with a wall could produce; Defoko flinched, certainly caught off guard by the sudden noise. Was it a ghost? Did the ouji board game commence without her knowing?!
Instead…
"Mmnnhh…I feel…warm…"
A familiar voice echoed within the room. Gekiyaku. Of course it was Gekiyaku.
She was rather at a disheveled state: her face flushed, similarly to one of a drunken or drugged state, (which one it was is yet to be unraveled…) and she…seemed to have elicited makeshift, bootleg-alike catharsis, for the lack of an appropriate term. (Straightforwardly, she had gotten overboard with her meds…)
Gekiyaku was a reckless person by definition, certainly, albeit this class of tactlessness wasn’t something Defoko would ever predict that girl to attain. The purple-haired girl lifted herself to a sitting position, resting her back on the headboard as she got a better sight of the drugged Gekiyaku that wasn’t quite balanced on her two feet.
"Deeeffooo…kooo…" she called out, guffawing as an aftermath, followed with her light steps that seemed to encroach the bed.
"Gekiyaku." Defoko prosed. "What the hell did you do?"
"Uuuuhhhhmmnnn…iii…i overkilled on the antipsychotics."
…she did it again. It wasn’t even with her own medicine she was managing, it was with prescribed antipsychotics. Suddenly, the fact why Gekiyaku wouldn’t let anyone go in that godforsaken room was like a transparent prism; it demonstrated the solemn colors of self-harm she had encased, proved by the fact she tended to be professional at manipulating medicine…consuming large quantities of remedies like that wasn’t accidental for a girl like her.
Without even a second to process that fully, Gekiyaku entrenched herself on the bed, collapsing back first—the mattress rumbled, as if it were scolding her.
"B-but *hic* that’s nothing to worry about…I—…" the silver-haired girl sidetracked, murmuring nonsensical phrases she was desperately attempting to sentence.
"Geki," Defoko interjected. "I think it’s time you rest. We’ll…do the game tomorrow."
She wavered. Her usual tranquility and nonchalance wavered, replaced with concern for her fellow buddy. But Gekiyaku wouldn’t budge it; wouldn’t acknowledge it for her mind was too foggy to understand things clearly.
"But, Defoko! We-…*hic* we planned this awhile ago…it’s supposed to be funnnnnn…"
Defoko cut off Gekiyaku’s sentence, her monotonous voice laced with copious amounts concern: "It’s better if we play when you’re not puking your guts out."
"B-but, Defo!" She whined. "Don’t be so serious-frownyyy…"
The girl clumsily kneeled at the bed, gazing at Defoko with a well-spring of dazzling, vibrant red eyes that were barely open; and a pout that demonstrated her inner child was set ablaze. She stretched her arms out, churning them as if she was an infant throwing a tantrum.
But Gekiyaku came to a brisk halt as she was met with Defoko’s apprehensive gaze, thresholding her dread vividly behind already crumpled nonchalance—in which such gaze made the silver-haired girl feel as if her viscera did the equal.
"Geki. I just…don’t want you burning the house down." She niggled. "I didn’t even want you overdosing in the first place."
A long pause lingered in the already tensioned environment, gauchely invading both of the girls’ minds, and the both of them eschewing each others’ gazes; the fact that Gekiyaku wasn’t in the greatest state at the moment felt overbearing to understand, enough to make Defoko’s careless tendencies be viewed as a mere trinket compared to grand conflict.
It wasn’t the matter of why she did this. It’s when she first started.
"…y’know," Defoko began, an ignominious look in her face creeping up, concaving any sort of indifference. "You really don’t have to hide this from me. It’s just…worrisome. Really."
Gekiyaku deftly looked back up at Defoko, her half-lidded eyes gaping stupidly with painstaking…gratitude? Her hazy face made it difficult to describe or understand; but it wasn’t anything fierce, that’s for granted.
With a sluggish movement, Gekiyaku wrapped Defoko in a heartfelt embrace, transmitting genuine apologies in a single physical act. Sure, it was sloppy due to her unbalance, but still—it maintained some sort of emotion within overlays of drowsiness; and Defoko made sure she didn’t overlook it.
"Yoouu’ree…waaaaarrrmmm…" she murmured, her slurred speech just a tad bit comprehensive anew. "Thank you, Kaze…"
Kazehiki. She was subconsciously calling out for her brother.
Defoko hadn’t conjured up any memories of Gekiyaku’s sibling for the past minute; she could barely make sense to why she had ever reminded her of that guy, but if it were to make her less hapless and enhance her optimism, she wouldn’t defy.
"…no problem, Geki."
Gekiyaku’s drugged mirth didn’t return exaggerated, but rather more soft; wholehearted as she sought and found for the comfort she yearned. And, as a silent reward, a peck was given at Defoko’s cheek.
"…"
"….."
"I love you♡"
***
"Defoko, what—…why the hell am I clung to you like a koala?!"
Well…that’s certainly an interesting way to start a new day.
Fin