Ishikawa Hideaki

[Yaoquizque]

"But Junko... I really don't want to go."
"You heard the Admiral stupid."

Junko was pulling her friend in the corridors since they left the bridge. Kyoko didn't appreciate much that Sakamoto asked her to leave Kusari for a while... Even if it was for everyone's security.

Junko had been tasked to take her to Liberty. As if she needed this.
But before leaving, she wanted to do one last thing...

They stopped in front of a door.
"You wait me here."
"I would like to sit somewhere..."
"Come on... I won't be long. Just stay here."

She knocked at the door for a while. No response. Losing patience, she finally pushed it and stepped in.
"The heck...?" She eventually said, noticing the man lying on the ground. She quickly sat on her knees near him and started to check him. He was alive. But his pulse rate was erratic.

She absentmindedly looked around, wondering what might have happened.

That's when she saw the bottle.
"Oh the idiot..."
"What's going on with your lover?" said a voice coming from the quarters entry.
"I thought i told you to stay outside!"
"Well it's boring outside. I thought there could have been a neural interface somewhere around here... Oh what is this."

Kyoko sniffed the bottle and moved it away while making a grimace.
"Let me guess... You pissed him off to the point he decided to waste himself?"
"Oh shut up. This is not my fault."
"Of course not."

Junko caressed the cheek of the asleep man, lost in her thoughts. She suddenly smiled.
"Actually, this is for the best. Help me, Kyoko."
"Help you doing what, exactly?"
"Carrying him."
"Where...?"
"To the ship of course."

Kyoko shook her head.
"I foresee this ending in a terribly yet diverting way. Well alright. God. How much does this boy weight?"

His head was killing him. He stayed for a while like this, preferring to not move, and waiting for the headache to go away.
However it didn't seem to be fading.

Ishikawa carefully opened his yes, massaging his forehead. What an hangover...
This wasn't his room. He blinked a couple of times, expecting reality to get an edge on fantasy.

No. Still this dirty hold. The smell wasn't ideal either. He noticed he was wrapped up in some covers, right on the ground.

Ishikawa sighed, looking around to locate some water. What happened last night?

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