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A Here is Greenwood fan fiction story
by Ukyou Kuonji

Disclaimer: 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.


**track eleven**


Ooh, it hurts. So… this is what a hangover feels like, huh? Damn the sempai and that champagne. I'm starting to wonder if they didn't slip a mickey in that stuff. Now that I think about it, they didn't have any.

Thank the Kami it's dark in here. Pitch black, Stygian darkness, that's good. Easier on the eyes. Wonder how I got back to the dorm, anyway?

Wait a minute. If I was back in my dorm room, it wouldn't be so dark, even if it were night. I mean, we've got a window, for crying out loud. And in suburban Tokyo, there's always some light seeping in through the curtains.

So where the hell am I? Jeez, I'm starting to sound like a character in some manga I read once.

Let's see… ah, there is a light in here, even if it's only the LED display of an alarm clock. 3:15… must be the wee hours of the morning. Maybe I should just crawl back into bed and continue to sleep this thing off. It's a big bed, too. Lots of room… uh… what the heck? Someone's in here with me?

Now I'm fully awake, three a.m. or not. I'm in bed with someone? What in hell is going on? I stumble around the room, looking for a light switch. There's got to be something…

After a bit of stumbling around, I slam into the wall (all by myself, this time!) and find something. I flip the switch and the place is bathed in a low, crimson light. Crimson?

Oh, hell… it's a strange place, it's going to have strange lighting. Why should I care? Besides, it's not as bad as say, brilliant white, especially in my condition right now. Anyway, what do we have here? I'm standing right next to… a small refrigerator… oh, it's a minibar. Hmm… Guess it's a hotel room. Must have headed here to sleep that awful drunk off. I assume that that's Suka-chan's head sticking out of the bed. I find myself shivering just a bit at the thought as I open another cabinet. All sorts of… paraphernalia… stare me in the face. I close the door with a slam and spring to my feet in shock.

What the fuck…? We're in a love hotel!!

 

To be continued.

track 12
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