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It was at that moment that things began to collapse on us, as I heard the room's door, unlocked after Kensuke's entrance several hours ago, creak open, and a hushed gasp greet the gloom. I shot upright, thrusting Kensuke behind me as if to shield him and I peered to see how many intruders there were. I could only see and sense one person, one of my three roommates at the hotel, Hidori.

He could barely see in the darkness inherent of the room, despite the glitter of the city through aforementioned curtains. He seemed unwilling to enter the dark room, instead calling out my name. My failing was that I didn't not answer him in my fear, that he then turned on the lights, and gasped, throwing his hand over his eyes at my nudity. I cursed, and drew up sheets about myself, covering my lap, wishing to cover my chest as well, but ignored that unmasculine urge that would evoke further curiosity. Kensuke bit his lip, and darted into the bathroom to change at my shove, understanding passing between our gaze.

Hidori opened his eyes, peeking childishly between his fingers, and he looked me over nervously, then glanced up as the water ran lightly from the bathroom, indicating Kensuke cleaning himself up. I winced as the realisation hit me that I had a blood-like substance smeared over my chest, and it likely looked very wrong to Hidori's eyes. I met his green-coloured contact eyes, thick and glassy with uncomprehending disbelief.

"Daijoubu desu ka, nani?" Hidori asked, his voice tremulous and fearful of the answer. I smiled and was grateful when Kensuke came out, toweling his hair. We both seemed to know that it was pointless to hide our activities, but seemingly more important to hide what exactly my nature was. He blinked as he was dressing, trying desperately to ignore the creeping visions that etched theselves under the wallpaper, approaching Hidori in my defense. I barely noticed the demons allying themselves about my heels in my focus upon Hidori's expression. He seemed mildly horrified at my nudity and our obvious previous sexual encounter, the latter producing a learned reaction of disgust to curl his lip.

Kensuke slid up behind me, slipping his shirt over freshly scrubbed tan skin. I spared an appreciative glance at his well-formed chest as it was hidden behind the folds of his oxford shirt, and he blushed, winking at me secretly as he looked down from Hidori's censoring gaze, his eyes still trained on me. I smiled sweetly at Hidori, and approximated a nervous human giggle.

"Sou ka...I do not even want to know what you two were up to while you were supposed to be at the conference today. Just get down there for the second half, yatta? Daijoubu," Hidori practically whimpered, although his gaze implored a better view and explanation. We nodded.

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