Ōkami-san to Shichinin no Nakama-tachi Fanfiction: Okami-san and The Story That Went On - 9. Halloween Part 2
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Halloween Chapter on Christmas Eve. Man, I sure am good at not having any time.
Okami-san and Her Seven Companions
Story Interlude – Part II
Narrator: Finally! Halloween is here! Last time, with some convincing, Ryoko agreed to go trick or treating with the rest of the gang! Ryoshi was going to do the convincing, but Ringo beat him to it. It’s not like he would’ve been able to convince her anyway, so he’s lucky to have Ringo on his side!
Taro slipped on the purple and yellow pinstriped top of his prince costume. He sheathed his fake sword into the brown leather strap on his waist, flipping his ponytail as he looked at himself in a mirror. He took several stances; reaching for his sword, holding his hand out, as if taking a woman’s hand, blowing kisses, hands on hips, the whole nine yards. He heard the shuffling in the bathroom, taking him out of his daze, reminding him that Otohime was changing into her own costume. Taro rapped on the door lightly,
“How’s it going in there? We’re supposed to be at Ryoshi’s house soon.”
“Almost done!” Otohime shouted, cheerily. Shortly after, she bursted out of the door, twirling about in her princess costume.
“How do I look?” She asked, almost bashfully.
“You look just as princess-like as ever, my sweet.” Taro replied, holding her. The two then waltzed out of the door.
Narrator: Now Ryoko and Ringo!
“Little Red Riding Hood, huh?” Ryoko asked, with a small grin on her face and one eyebrow perked up a bit.
“It looks good, yeah?” Ringo asked, as she curtsied.
“Yeah, it’s nice!” Ryoko replied as she handed Ringo her small, woven, wicker basket, in which she would store her candy.
“Now, you really look nice, Ryoko!” Ringo complimented, gazing upon Ryoko’s maid outfit, complete with wolf ears. Ryoko blushed a bit, as she was slightly embarrassed by the outfit. She pulled a bit, at her skirt. Ringo realized that she had made her feel even more embarrassed than she already was, so she decided to give her something else to think about.
“Are you going to call Ryoshi ‘Master?'” Ringo asked, slyly, a devilish grin creeping onto her face.
“What?! No way! Why would- I don’t even- I- Ugh!” Ryoko shouted, heading for the door.
“Of course! You wouldn’t wanna be late to master’s house, after all!”
Ryoshi lay on his back, glancing at the clock on his nightstand, occasionally. He wasn’t sure why he was doing what he was doing. Laying on his bed, costume-less, exactly thirty-eight minutes until all of his friends were supposed to be at his house.
What am I doing? Ryoko… Ryoko’ll be here soon! That’s something to get excited about, isn’t it, you idiot?! I just feel so lifeless. I feel like I’m waiting for something… Or expecting, maybe. I want something to happen, don’t I? With Ryoko? Or… what? A hug? Hand holding? Oh, what am I thinking? I’m not even in a position to expect these kinds of things, we’re not even dating! So selfish. That’s really okay. Even if she does love me, I don’t need to know. I don’t have any right to expect her to tell me, either. I love her and that’s all that matters. Just having her be with me is enough. It really is. Ryoko’ll be here soon.
With that and a smile on his face, Ryoshi jumped up out of bed and ran to his closet to get his costume.
Taro and Otohime walked in the nearly dying night, the sun retreating peacefully to shine its warm light on the other side of the earth. She looked even more beautiful in this kind of light, he always thought. It made her stand out.
“Do you think we’ll run into anyone else, while we’re walking to Ryoshi’s house, Taro?” Otohime asked, sweetly.
“Uhhh… Hm. I think we’ll pass Ryoko and Ringo’s dorm, so… maybe?” He answered, clearly unsure of his answer.
“Let’s hope so!” She giggled out, smiling.
“Actually, I think that’s Ryoko and Ringo up there,” Taro pointed out, aiming his finger at a short, red-haired girl walking beside a tall brunette.
“Is… Is that a maid costume…” Taro drooled, dreamily, staring at the figure he thought to be Ryoko. Shortly after he jolted off, leaving Otohime behind, to run after the two.
“Ryoko! Ringo!” He shouted, panting. The two turned around to reveal themselves as Ryoko and Ringo, indeed. With ‘love’ in his eyes, Taro dropped to his knees in front of Ryoko,
“You look terrific, Ryoko, dear,” he driveled, woosily.
“I mean- Pffft. Just gorgeous!” He said, chuckling. Ryoko was clearly getting angry, of course, clenching her fist, ordering him to quit.
“Taro, while I’m sure you’re not, you seem to be intoxicated!” Ringo deducted, in a ‘let-me-point-out-the-obvious’ sort of tone.
“If only by the stunning looks you girls have, don’t even get me started on you, Ringo.” he spouted, standing up in a sort of pose. Judging by her facial expression, that seemed to have been the last straw for Ryoko.
“I mean, you two are just-” Taro was interrupted (rightfully so) by Ryoko, who landed her fist directly on his cheek, then dragged him up off of the ground by his shirt collar.
“Knock it off, you freaking perv!” she shouted into his face, throwing him into some nearby objects.
“Geez,” she sighed, crossing her arms. She then seemed to realize that Otohime wasn’t with him, or so she thought. She looked back to his tangled form, to see Otohime standing before him, while a dark aura surrounded her. Ringo and Ryoko both grimaced at the sight. The two began to walk away (quickly) before chaos ensued.
Meanwhile, at Ryoshi’s house Alice, Otsu and Liszt showed up a little early.
“Should we knock on the door? We’re a little early, it might be rude-” Otsu was interrupted by the opening of Ryoshi’s front door.
“Oh, hello, Ryoshi!” Otsu exclaimed, happy to see her friend.
“I figured you guys would be early! Come in! Wakato made some snacks for everyone!” Ryoshi said, smiling. The three filed into the house, slipping their shoes off at the genkan.
“I forgot you that you have such a nice home, Ryoshi!” Liszt complimented, smiling. So, the four ate some snacks, conversed about each other’s costumes, how good the food was and whatnot. Alice had on a light blue, collared dress, with a smaller, white apron on over her dress. It was complete with white stockings and black flats. Liszt had donned a dress with black, puffy sleeves and gold trim. Along the sides of the skirt was red, with ornate patterns embroidered into it, and in the middle was white and silky with three red hearts, surrounded with gold ornate patterns. Otsu on the other hand, would not change out of her maid costume, but instead of wearing her typical bonnet she wore a pair of mouse ears. Alice thought a mouse suited Otsu’s personality best. There was a knock at the door. Ryoko, perhaps? Ryoshi sure hoped so.
“I’ll get it, be right back!” Ryoshi said to his three early-arrivers. He walked through the hall that lead to the front door. It felt like the hall got longer and longer as he walked. Finally, reaching for the door handle, he swung it open with a smile on his face. His smile brightened ever more, as he gazed upon a scowling Ryoko, decked out in her maid outfit. He seemingly melted before her gaze. A good melting, though.
“What, are you a prince, too?” Ryoko asked, sounding rather unimpressed. Ryoshi rubbed the back of his head and smiled nervously.
“Yeah… It was Taro’s idea that we should both dress up as princes.”
“Hey, Ryoshi!” Taro shouted up the sidewalk. Ryoshi turned around, his eyes surveying for who had called out to him.
“Oh, hey, Taro! What’s up?” He shouted, as Taro neared him.
“So, about that party you’re having. The Halloween one. Listen, I was thinking you and me should both dress up as princes! Y’know, for our respective princesses.”
“Well, I’m sure Ryoko’s not dressing up as a princess. I’m not even sure that she’s coming.”
“Oh, don’t worry about. She wants to, more than you know. More than she knows. Even if she was acting like she didn’t want to come, I guarantee you Ringo convinces her to come.”
“Why is this so important to you?”
“Oh. It’s not. I just thought it’d be cool if you and me sorta matched,” Taro finished, grinning.
“Well, I think you look great, Ryoshi!” Ringo exclaimed.
“Alice, Prez and Otsu are already here, come in!”
“Oh, Ryoshi, I’m not sure when, uh… Taro and Otohime will be here,” said Ryoko.
“Oh, why not?”
“They’re, uh… Sorting some things out…” She said, blushing a bit.
“Oh, right, right. Wakato made some snacks. They’re in there if you want some!”
“Alright, cool.” Ryoko and Ringo began to walk into the kitchen, when Ryoshi called out to Ryoko.
“Hey, Ryoko. Can I talk to you, really quick?” He asked, twiddling his thumbs a bit. Ringo could tell it was serious business by the tone of his voice, and headed on into the kitchen.
“Uh, sure, what’s up?” Despite his terrible phobia that prevents him from looking into people’s eyes for too long, he stared into her eyes. However he didn’t stare through her. His eyes were kind and soft. It gave her a strange feeling, like his head was in hers, or they were connected. He was seeing her, and she loved it. She didn’t know why she just realized this, or why she was thinking about right at that second, but she didn’t have any time to.
“Thanks for coming, Ryoko. I really thought you weren’t going to…” He began, summoning up more courage to speak.
“You thought I wasn’t going to come?”
“Well, when I asked you, you didn’t seem very into it, that’s all,” he explained. He felt almost as if he had hurt her feelings.
“Well, you’re right. I…”
Narrator: Come on, Okami-san, don’t give up! You know you want to explain to him how much he means to you and that you wanted to come but you were just a little scared! You can do it!
“I… I didn’t want to come. At first, at least. I- I was scared. Scared of getting close. All just to get hurt again. But Ringo was talking to me about it, and… Well, she made it sound like- like I owe you something. And she’s right, I do. I probably owe you my life, somehow… But after thinking about it, I didn’t wanna come, just because I think I owe you… I wanted to come, because… I-“
“You don’t have to go any further, Ryoko! It’s obvious you don’t want to, it’s alright.” He paused, putting his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t jump away or flinch, like he thought she would.
“I wasn’t trying to guilt you into saying any of that! I just wanted to let you know how happy I was that you showed up, is all,” he finished smiling. The coldness he was getting from her shoulders ceased, and warmth exploded into his palms and fingertips.
“I… I’m happy I came, too,” she replied, her lips curving up into a small smile, all complete with a slight blush.
Narrator: Good for you, Okami-san!
The warm air the two seemed to float in was broken by a knock at the door.
“Oh, that’s probably Taro and Otohime!” Ryoshi smiled, turning towards the door. Upon opening the door Ryoshi saw Taro in his “gentleman mode,” holding Otohime’s hand.
“Do either of you want some food or should we just get right to Trick-or-Treating?”
“Princess..? Do you require food, my sweet?” Taro asked, still in gentleman mode.
Narrator: That gentlemanly attitude won’t last long, once you start Trick-or-Treating, Taro! You won’t be able to resist all the girls in their costumes!
“No, we can just start Trick-or-Treating,” Otohime answered, giggling.
“Ryoko, will you get the others from the kitchen, and we’ll get going!”
So, the eight of them had wonderful fun, Trick-or-Treating, eating candy, trading candy and basking in the friendly atmosphere they all created. Though while walking, Ryoko didn’t make sure there was a solid three feet in between her and Ryoshi, anymore. She didn’t seem to mind walking right alongside him. Eventually, the group was crossing through a park, when they stopped on a small stone bridge that went over a small stream. The moon was out and there was absolutely no clouds in the sky. The moon shone bright over all of them, and over the water. Ryoshi had his hands on the stone ledge of the bridge, when Ryoko placed hers right next to his, causing him to jump slightly and break his gaze from the moon.
“Oh- hey, Ryoko! Are you, uh… Having fun? Did you get some good candy?” He asked, trying his absolute best not to be awkward. Little did he know, Ryoko was also trying her very best.
They were both failing.
The most she could respond with was a small and quite “hm.” She could barely stand to look at him, as she was already blushing madly. She couldn’t stop thinking about all the things she had previously said, at Ryoshi’s house, and how true they all were. She was proud of herself, and she was happy that she got all that off of her chest. Their pinky fingers began to touch, just slightly, causing Ryoko to somehow turn even redder. Ryoshi was also starting to turn a pink shade. Much to their ignorance, Ringo was watching them from the other end of the bridge, giggling nonstop.
Their bodies began to get closer and closer, as their fingers intertwined more and more. Ryoko could not muster a single word. She figured she didn’t really need to, though, at this point. Their shoulders were pressed against each other’s. Ryoshi began to put his arm around her back, when she recoiled just slightly. He gave her a reassuring look, deciding it would be foolish to try and use words now. He then proceeded to wrap his arm around her lithe torso, sending goosebumps all across her back. She sighed softly and laid her head on the area between his neck and chest, as she was now facing him.
“Hey, I’m getting kinda tired.” Ryoko said, looking up at Ryoshi.
“You’re probably crashing from all that candy you ate earlier,” Ryoshi replied, chuckling.
“You did eat a lot of it.”
“Oh, shut up, will you?” She barked, making sure she looked irritated.
“Alright, alright. Hey. Was that costume your idea, or..?” Ryoshi asked, blushing some.
“Huh?” Ryoko had forgotten about the embarrassing costume Ringo made her wear. “Oh! Th- This? Wh- I- Hell no! Why would you th- Ugh!” She shouted, stomping off.
“Just walk me home already!” She spat, crossing her arms, looking the other way, and blushing a great deal.
“I guess we’re going home, then!” Ringo said to the rest of the bank.
“Don’t forget about me, now!” Ringo shouted after the two, chasing after.
Narrator: Well, wasn’t that sweet! All’s well that ends well!
Not very Halloween-y but I didn’t wanna drag that part on for any longer. Christmas chapter soon! Just one, none of this “Ooh, I’ll give them a terrible exposition chapter and then make them wait until Christmas to post the rest of A HALLOWEEN CHAPTER.” business. Also I decided not to a Thanksgiving chapter because they don’t really do that in Japan. They have this like Pseudo-Thanksgiving holiday, but I’m lazy and it’s CHRISTMAS I WANNA WRITE CHRISTMAS STUFF. I’m posting this on Christmas Eve, so if anyone reads this I hope your presents are super rad tomorrow! Thanks for reading and I’m sorry for the wait!