Author's Notes: Split a loong chapter in three. Polished the first part, and here it is. Please read and review, it's awesome to know that what I write is being read. :D
He walked to the old alleyway where he thought he remembered led to the road to the Detention Center. There were a few dumpsters against the back walls of these buildings. He'd have to find a way between them, then find a little path that led to the side street that in turn, led to the precinct. He wasn't sure which building that was. He kept walking, hoping that he'll remember once he sees it. For some reason he felt like this side-trip was pointless, and he should be heading back home or to the store, which for some reason, he'd completely forgotten about until now.
Trucy would be fine, Phoenix told himself. Besides, the quickest way to the nearest grocery is by the highway to the precinct. Phoenix walked a little faster. He noticed the wind getting chillier and the sky getting darker. He told himself he'd be home before it would ultimately fade into black and blue. Poetic, his thoughts were, he told himself.
Yes... His thoughts.
His thoughts always drifted, to the past, to his plans of the future, and now to Iris.
The two of them lay in silence. Dahlia spoke a few times, but Phoenix was to groggy to even care to reply. Still, he enjoyed her company and attempts at conversation.
"H-hey. Can you...?"
"Give you the necklace?" Phoenix reached around his neck and found nothing. He felt around, then noticed it lying on the edge of the bed beside him. "So I did take it off..."
"Yeah," she said.
"You could have taken it while I was passed out," he replied. "Y'know, say it got lost in last night's..." His voice trailed off. "Action."
Phoenix blushed. Dahlia smiled at him lightly. "Last night's action," she continued. "Y-you're... You're really logical, Feenie." She pulled the blanket toward her and covered herself. He reached for her wrist but she pulled it far from his reach. She mumbled. "Didn't think about that."
"Yeah," he said. "Why'd you want it, anyway? You could have taken it." Phoenix sat up and stretched. He noticed he wasn't wearing anything down below. That realization made him blush bright red. He looked up, expecting to see Dahlia laughing lightly at how embarrassed he felt. Her back was turned, her tone shaky and cold. She was mumbling something quietly. "Hm?"
"I-I... I can't do that," she said. "I could have, but I.. I can't." Phoenix thought she's telling herself she should've. She could've, but she didn't, thought Phoenix. Dahlia continued. "I don't just.. Take things, and-and..." She was silent for a while, then she faced him. "I'm.. I'm not like ..." She paused, held her tongue. Not like what? Phoenix thought. She sat up slowly. "Y-you think I'm that kind of person?"
"No! No, of course not." Dahlia stood up, using the pink blanket as a cloak to keep her modesty. Even after yesterday's "events?" Phoenix thought. "Why would I think that?" he said.
"I'm not... Mean," she said. She walked around the room, picking up articles of crumpled clothing along the way. "Remember that, okay?"
"Of course," he said. "You're kind. You wouldn't hurt anyone, Dahlia."
"Y-yes," she said. "Dahlia wouldn't hurt anyone." She sat up and stood, wearing the blanket like a makeshift robe. Phoenix realized the room was a mess, almost as if a storm had run rampant and flung their clothes wherever. One by one, she picked them up.
She placed the pile of crumpled clothes on a bedside table and told him she would freshen up and get dressed. One pile for her, another, on the other side, for him. Dahlia moved too routinely-almost mechanically. It made him feel uneasy. Phoenix reached out to get his jeans, planning to check if his wallet remained intact.
There was an awkward atmosphere in the room; the ticking wall clock made it even more tense. He felt around for his wallet and found it in his pants pocket, as expected. Almost cashless, of course. He opened it up, and saw a little square of colored plastic; it's contents still unused. The contents of which were something he was then shy to mention. "Uh, Dahlia?" He looked over his shoulder and saw her, wearing the blanket like a cape.
"Yes?" she said. She sat on the bed idly, smoothing out the blouse she wore yesterday. It was crumpled.
"Did you use any.. uh.." Phoenix waved the sachet of condoms lightly. "Er..."
"Any what?" she said, her back still turned to him. As he watched her, Phoenix realized how cold it was, sitting stark naked on the bed. Maybe that's why Dahlia covered herself. He realized he didn't see her face the night before, being too hurried, to caught up in what he was doing.
Dahlia's head shot up. "Ah." She faced him, slowly. She blankly stood, halfway through examining her blouse. She lay it on the bed, trying to asses the damage. Even from his angle, Phoenix saw the damage he'd done in hurriedly unbuttoning it. It was crumpled up, stained a bit, with a button or two missing—probably got ripped off. "W-Well," she said. She crumpled her brow, trying to remember. She plopped down on the bed and the two sat in silence. "Er.. Well." Dahlia bit her lip and smoothed out the back of her hair. "Well... Well, I think it's a safe day."
"Ah." Phoenix felt reassured. It was stupid of him, to get carried away like that. His mind was still hazy. Never again was he going to get that wasted—that would be his first and last. He didn't even know what crap he ingested. That wasn't just simple alcohol. That's what he got for randomly stealing people's drinks at parties. Phoenix sighed. He let the pants fall to the ground. His shirt was a mess. He couldn't find his left shoe, then noticed it lying by the doorway. He had no idea where his boxers went.
He sat, thinking about nothing. Instinctively, his eyes wandered to Dahlia, the same way any man would react when there is a beautiful woman in the room.
She was pulling on her panties. She looked at him midway, and Phoenix met her gaze. She stood, her chest bare, her lower body barely covered. This was her, all of her, he thought. Dahlia, she was beautiful. Her eyes were blank, her skin pale white, her hair fire-engine red though darker at the roots. Her body was smaller than he had envisioned, and not as well-endowed; only now did Phoenix get a good look. But that was her, all of her, and she was beautiful.
Well. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm struggling with writers block but I had a mini breakthrough one night/really early morning and had to battle through intense sleepiness. Forgive the occasional typo. HNGGH WRITING, WHY YOU NOT FLOWING FREELY.
By the way, anyone know Katawa Shoujo? I added a tiny Hanako reference. (Hanako: not my favorite arc, but that line was nice. I loved Rin and Shizune's route!)