1A/N: Guilty Kiss has always screamed the words chaos and disaster to me, so I wrote these to have some fun with writing. That's it. The stories aren't necessarily connected to each other unless stated.
There's no update schedule. I'll update this as I throw up words and ideas onto a doc and call it finished.
It was an understatement for Riko to say that she was just having a simple case of the jitters. Her anxiety was burning her to the absolute core, her stomach feeling so heavy that she felt as if it were dragging and slowing her down as she walked down a rather empty part of Uranohoshi. Her footsteps echoed down the hall, and they pierced her ears like she just heard her death wish.
It would be fun, Chika said. We should do it, Chika also said. It would be fun, Chika said again.
God, what did she even agree to?
Approaching her destination, Riko gulped one last massive lump in her throat and grasped the cold doorknob. She could hear something on the other side. She entered.
There was a thick scent in the room, one that smelled of old wood and life. Riko closed the door behind her, hearing the soft click, and let go of the knob. She walked in, carefully, feeling something heavy in the room, or maybe it was her own stomach, which still felt heavy as hell with fear of the unknown.
There was a nice view outside of the clubroom windows. A tree danced with the breeze of the wind, some of its leaves letting go and flying away to somewhere unknown. Riko liked this view a lot, and she could feel it soothing her soul as if she were being caressed gently. She pulled out a seat that was sitting beside the door, carried it to where she was around one foot away from the windows, and sat there in silence. It was the least she could do, she thought, as she waited for the others to come.
Maybe, she was just a bit too nervous to begin with. She expected her teammates in this sub-unit business to already be in the clubroom, probably doing something that was reckless and was a potential fire hazard not even a full 24-hours since they got the clubroom for their separate secretive (according to Chika at least) activities.
But, Riko thought, maybe she was just overestimating them. Perhaps, they know this and will calm down when they are together. Riko breathed in the scent of the clubroom with a small smile.
Maybe, this won't be so bad-
"BOO BIT-"
Riko screamed for her life as she quickly got out of the chair in a blind panic and immediately had a clenched fist ripping through the air, aiming for, god forbid, whatever scared the living shit out of her. Her fist hit something hard, and once she realized what she hit, it was far too late. The source of her scare hit the floor, and laid there for a few seconds.
"H-h-h-holy shit…"
Yoshiko grabbed her right cheek in awe and in pain? Riko couldn't tell. Small tears were coming out of her eyes.
Oh no.
"Tsushima-san!" Riko yelled, quickly getting on her knees and grasping a free hand. "I-I, oh my god...I'm sorry! I'm so, so, sorry!'
Yoshiko didn't say a word as she silently put her hand on her now red cheek.
How stupid can she be? How can she forgive herself for doing something like this? Riko felt like the world was crumbling as tears began to fill her eyes. Hell, she grasped Yoshiko's hand harder, not noticing the figure behind her slowly approaching until she-
"BoOo BiTcH"
Riko screamed yet again, letting go of Yoshiko's hand and turning her body over towards the source of her screams. She let her body violently fall on Yoshiko's stomach, the air being crushed out of her as she let out a suffocating and painful sound indicating her possible multiorgan failure as her stomach and the rest of her digestive system got crushed and her lung got punched out of air, all not being noticed by Riko herself, as she stared at the blonde culprit with wide eyes.
Mari smiled at her and laughed.
"Gotcha~!" She said, as she leaned down and grabbed a lot of Riko's hand and pulled her up from a dying Yoshiko. "Welcome, welcome!"
Riko stood in complete silence as Mari looked behind her to check on Yoshiko, who was getting up from the floor while gasping for breath.
"Good job there, Yoshiko-chan!" Mari helped Yoshiko up by offering a hand, to which Yoshiko happily agreed. She then put a hand in her left skirt pocket and pulled out a couple of rolled up yen bills, looking like one of those scenes in movies where you would do some kind of sneaky ass drug exchange. Riko watched in disbelief. "This should be good payback. Should be enough for your medical bills, if that hit from Riko-chan cracked a jawbone!"
And as if nothing happened, Yoshiko beamed with light as she took the money as if nothing ever happened. The only sign of anything occurring was the fallen chair on the floor and a fat ass bulge forming on Yoshiko's face. Riko clenched her first.
"You idiots!"
