Chapter Fifteen: Needy:

Nothing about Sakura-hime impresses me. Tonight, she has on a bright red baby doll showing off her cleavage. I try not to look down her gown. I don�t understand why she�s in my room right now.

�What do you want?� I asked, facing the wall. Sakura-hime put her arm around my body. Her hot breath on ear made me cringe.

�I need you,� she whispered. I pushed her off.

�Why?� I asked. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see her pouting at me. She rested her head against my back.

�I don�t know,� Sakura-hime said.

�You don�t know?� I repeated.

�Hm,� she mumbled. I sneered at the direction that this could possibly go.

�Why did you come to me?� I asked again. Sakura-hime shrugged against my body.

�You are just so cute,� she whispered. It�s taking my all not to push her out of my bed. What the hell does she want with me? I hold my tongue from anything nasty that I am tempted to say.

�That�s nice,� I mumbled. Sakura-hime pulled me closer to her body.

�Tell me more about Hitomi,� she whispered. �What was she like?� I narrowed my eyes in the darkness. This isn�t going to end, is it? Oh well, might as well humor her until she finally decides to leave. I used my shoulders to try and push her off.

�I barely know her,� I answered.

�Why not?� Sakura-hime asked.

�We lost touch with each other after junior high.�

�Why is that?�

I shrugged my shoulders. �It just happened like that.� My eyes trailed upwards to the ceiling. �She�s thinks too highly of me, though.�

�Why do you say that?�

I shrugged under her arms. �I�m not anyone special. I�m just� me.�

�Is that a problem?�

I struggled to answer that question. I hated to admit it, but Sakura-hime was starting to sound like Hitomi. Both of them seem like damaged girls. I don�t know much about them, but they both seem pretty weird too. Hitomi had that obsession with frogs while Sakura-hime is obsessed with ero guro and death. I shuddered thinking about the last thought.

�Something the matter?� I heard Sakura-hime asked in my ear. I quickly shook my head.

�Nothing,� I lied. �It�s nothing at all. Just�� I turned the words over and over in my mouth. It felt bad to say this out loud, but something in me wouldn�t stop. �You remind me of her in a way.�

�Oh, I do?� Sakura-hime asked. I nodded, pressing my lips together.

�You both are kind of weird, but I don�t really know anything about you,� I admitted. �Her mother left me her journal and tapes and I still don�t know anything about Hitomi.� Sakura-hime�s fingers crept down my back.

�Why would you want to do that?� she asked. I looked down at the sheets covering our bodies.

�I don�t know,� I answered out of honesty. �Maybe I would have some answer to why she died and what she saw in me as a friend.�

�And why would you want to know all of that?� she asked again. I gave her a strange look.

�What�s with all of these questions?� I asked. �Why are you so interested in me and why are you so interested how my friend died? Sakura-hime pulled me in a desperate embrace.

�I think I�ve fallen for you,� she confessed in a whisper. I looked at her with big, panicked eyes.

�What?!� I whispered. She looked straight in the eyes. I hoped that she would say that she was only joking. Sakura-hime gave me a small, sad smile.

�I mean it,� she said. �I think I really like you.� By now, I don�t know how to handle this. I push myself out of her grasp.

�I�ve got to go to bathroom!� I said quickly. I crawled out of bed and raced out of the room. I closed the bathroom door and locked it behind me, panting. What the hell was that all about?