Rainbow

Chapter Two: Confusion


Harry’s was nearly empty at twelve thirty at night. A handful of patrons were sipping away on drinks in the dimness of the place, none seemed to be rowdy or animated but simply melded into the ambiance of the room.. A very pretty blonde lady was the only one that seemed to have the bulk of the alcohol consumed this night.

The woman sat alone at the main bar, a tall glass nearly emptied of wine in one hand. The young lady peered at her drink through half-squinted eyes, the small delirious looking smirk on her face told of the night that had been spent drinking away. She looked at the remaining liquid at the bottom and snuffed.

She put down the glass, almost spilling it all over the exceptionally clean bartop and giggled at the near mishap.
“ I have called for someone to help you out, Miss Dojima...” The tall and very thin owner of the place said. “ They should be here soon.”
“ That’s ok... I’m drunk... deadened” She said, slurring her very incoherent statement to the man.
“ Who ever will make sure you get home safely.” Master said, in his very calming way.

The woman nodded, nearly losing her balance on the chair and falling off. She somehow caught herself and swept up the glass of wine to awkwardly down half of what was left in it. She hiccuped violently and smiled a sodden grin, at which the man seemed to had given a little shrug of his thin shoulders.

A dark figure appeared next to her suddenly. She jerked her head to the side to see who had just walked up to her. She hiccuped and grinned, even in her state, she did recognize the person.
“ Robin...” She slurred out.

The tawny haired young hunter looked at her friend and then at Master who stood on the other side of the bar from them.
“ She is very intoxicated.” Said Robin, her face seemingly very puzzled with the very drunk woman.
“ She had more than just a few, Little Robin...” He said, his smile showed that he was glad that then girl was there. “ I was getting rather concerned with just how much she had been consuming.” He paused. “ She seemed distressed a little when she came in late this afternoon. She ordered a drink and then another. I have seen her have a couple of drinks before, but I have never seen her go like this.”
“ I have not either.” Robin agreed.
“ I am glad that it was you, who came for Mis Dojima.” He said, his eyes showing that extent.

Robin took a deep breath as she looked at her drunk friend. She was worried about the young blonde lady as well, never hearing of her drinking to this point ever.
“ I think that I am going to take her home here...” Robin said, keeping an eye on the lady.
“ That would be a good idea to help her.” The man said, seeming relived to hear of Robin’s help. “ Can I be of some assistance to you?

The tawny haired girl thought about the hand of help that was put out to her, then nodded.
“ You call us a cab, I’ll help her outside.” Robin said. “ It hopefully won’t be long in coming.”
“ Can you manage her?” Asked Master, looking over the small frame of the young Hunter.

Robin looked at the drunk Dojima, and nodded.
“ I think so.” Said Robin, obviously thinking on how she was going to do that.
“ I call the cab then, and I will inform them of where you are going..” He said. “ I know where she lives, I have call a cab for her on a few occasions.- but never for a state like she is in now.”

Robin nodded her thanks, and then regarded her alcohol sodden friend. She needed all the help she could get to make sure the drunk Dojima got home.

Bodily draping on of the lady’s arms around her neck, Robin propped Dojima up on to her feet and pointed them both in the direction of the door. The nearly dead weight lady did not argue, simply mumbled out a few things as her friend held her up as they headed off to meet the cab outside of Harry’s.

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The house where Dojima lived was just a one level, three room house in a quiet part of Tokyo. A low wall fence circled the front of the house, and had a somewhat of a lawn in front. It was very quaint looking, but not at all what Robin was thinking it would have been. She had always thought the lady lived in more auspicious surroundings than what the house was.

As the cab drove off, Robin walked Dojima up to o the door with some effort on her part. The girl propped the inebriated agent up so she could walk a little better. The woman shuffled along with the help of the girl, still continuing to mumble incoherently as the got closer to the door.

Robin fished the woman’s keys out of her skirt pocket, then bore her friend into the house once the door had been opened and having her nearly fall in the process. The youngest hunter could not believe that she had kept the girl on her feet for this long, as she was more than just feeling heavy. Dojima burst out laughing at nothing, as the smaller girl led her into the house, she was still very drunk.

The place was very well decorated, in the very classic sense of Japanese sensibility. The outside of the house belayed the fact of it being so well decorated, it made Robin gasp.

It was like she was looking at some decorating magazine. From the expensive woven rugs that covered parts of the floor, to the very dark and rich woods of the various pieces of furniture scattered around the house itself, It was clear that Dojima did not have substandard taste in anything. All of this was more like what Robin had always envisioned the lady living like.

She nodded to herself, struggling with the woman off down a short hallway, looking to find the bedroom where she could tuck the woman in to sleep for the night, and hoping that she would be sleep all of this off.

Robin found the sleep mat on the floor in a back room, obviously this room was Dojima’s bedroom. She lowered the lady to the mat as slowly as she possibly could have, and the very drunk lady simply rolled like watery jelly on to her bed with a very small thud as her head missed the pillow.
“ Robin... I screwed up...” She kept muttering, though her plastered haze. “ I never said what i needed to...”
“ You’ll feel better in the morning, Dojima.” Assured Robin, Not understanding what the lady was trying to mutter out
“ Not ever... I screwed up an’...” Was the lady reply, after hiccupping while trying not to vomit.
“ Try and rest now...You’ll see that you will feel better...” Robin came back, her nose wrinkling. The smell of Dojima’s near throwing up was hanging on the air a little, nearly making her gag in the process.

Robin helped the very floppy bodied lady by sitting her up and slipping off the sportcoat she wore. The woman was little help in this venture, barely moving with the alcohol floating through her body. It was a little difficult, but Robin finally had the coat off.

The blonde girl sighed and flopped back, her head luckily hitting the pillow behind her. She giggled in her state, but still was not moving on her own accord. Robin unzipped her skirt and somehow slipped it of, trying to make her friend as comfortable as she could. She was going to take off more, but was having to leave the sleeveless white shirt on, as she noticed that the woman was not wearing a bra.

As she removed the dark hose from the lifeless legs of the lady, Robin took note of the very skimpy red lace underwear the girl was wearing. The yong girl marveled at how good Dojima looked as the panties hugged her shapely hips, and how she could see the bronze tanned skin through the fabric.

Robin would never wear something like that, Robin told herself, but she had to admit they looked good on the her soddened friend. She shook her head, as seeing this woman nearly naked was making her feel sort of tingly a through her body. She thought that was really odd, and pushed whatever was happening to her out of her mind.

As Robin folded up the woman’s clothes neatly at the side of the mat, she heard Dojima moving a little bit, moaning.
“ Robin... I... I...” She stammered repeatedly, as the tawny haired girl put away the shoes she had removed.
“ What is it?” Robin asked, putting the shoes ast the head of the mat.

Robin waited for a reply, but it seemed that the woman had passed out at that point. She shuffled on her knees to where Dojima’s head was and peered down into the face. She wondered if the woman needed something, or if she was going to get sick. Either way, she was hoping it was the first one, and not the last one.

The woman’s eyes were wide open, staring up at her when she got there. There was a very odd look in the woman’s eyes, something that Robin could not comprehend. Like a mother hen, she brushed Dojima’s long blonde locks out of her face, and gave a warm smile of comfort to the woman.
“ Do you need to get up and go to the bathroom to get sick?” She asked, hoping that if it was what Dojima was needing, the woman would make it into the bathroom before actually spewing.

Dojima suddenly moved quicker than she had through this whole time. She pulled the tawny haired girl’s head down to hers. Robin squeaked in total shock, as the woman layed a large kiss right on her lips. The kiss was kind of uncoordinated and very clumsy, but the force of the kiss was purely lustful in it’s intentions.

Robin froze as the lady kissed her, her nose picking up the fruity aroma of the wine on Dojima’s breath. To her own surprise, she was finding herself kissing back for a second or to, with as much fire as she was being kissed like. Her body shivered, but she was not wanting to break this unexpected embrace yet.

Adding to the young Hunter’s shock, the lady had let her other hand creep, and now it was inching up her inner leg, disappearing under her long skirt. The drunk lady quickly had her fingers now fully between her thighs and was touching Robin’s panties at the apex of her legs, the tips of those fingers were right on her womanhood that was hidden under the cotton.

Dojima’s fingertips gave a few clumsy caresses on her sex, almost as if she was really wanting to touch the girl, but could not get her hand to work properly under the influence of the wine.

Robin could not move for a moment or two, as she was totally shocked with the hand that now was fondling her little sex. The fingers traced the outer surface of her privates with a light touch, sliding along the fabric that was the only barrier between Dojima and Robin’s sex. She felt her body starting to tingle from the combination of the lips on hers, and the hand that lightly felt her secret spot. She also felt that where the woman rubbed, her sex getting very wet. Her mind swam with different emotions and sensation that flooded her, her body was unable to even move and inch for what seemed to be forever.

She was stuck right there with the lady’s kisses and hands, her mind spinning away with total shock.

Robin finely moved, breaking away from the woman’s kisses and hands like she had been shot out of a cannon. The woman reached for Robin as she moved but her hands just flopped lifelessly on top of her, and she limply rolled completely on to her back. The effects of the wine was now hitting hard once more.
“ Robin...” Dojima mumbled, then was still.

Robin crouched in a corner of the room, feeling her heart pumping hard in her chest. She had no idea just what to do, or what had just happened. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling so awkward and confused.

She looked over at the now still figure on the sleeping mat for a long time, the shadowy feelings of the woman’s hands touching her and the kiss, still registering strongly in her mind.
“ Did Miss Dojima just... Kiss me?” She asked herself, many times, always adding. “ She... touched me... she felt me...”

The youngest of the STN hunters had never been kissed before by a man, little alone been kissed by a woman. This was all new to her. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind swooned a she came to realize that not only had the woman did what she had done, Dojima had been touching her private area like a lover was suppose to.

The girl shivered with the realization of what just had happened, but she was unsure whether she was shivering out of disgust or pleasure. That was the most confusing part for her.

The young hunter’s body felt like it actually still was happening, her mind replaying for her the feelings of when the blonde woman’s fingers softly was caressing her virginal body ever so softly, and the pressure of her lips against hers. She could feel the woman’s fingers still on her vulva, the way it traced the outer part of it with a light breath and with the almost wanting way it had happened, and replaying the way it made her tingle all through out her body.

The girl let out a gasp as she thought on the incident. To her shock and surprise, her mind hit on the feelings... she had been liking being touched by Dojima. More than what she originally had been thinking.

She looked over at the prone woman with a great amount of nervousness. She watched the woman laying there, a light snoring sound rising and telling her that Dojima had finally passed out. Robin did not move yet, staying wedged in the corner for a moment, making sure the lady was in fact asleep. She was unsure of even moving at this point, in fact, she was unsure of anything.

She watched, as the breathing movements of the woman’s chest told her that she had indeed not only feel asleep, but had slipped into a very deep sleep. Robin was glad for her friend’s slumber, even as her mind swirled with confusion. She sat in the corner for awhile more, unable to do anything other than to watch the sleeping form that layed there in only a shirt and underwear, and realized that she was going over the woman’s body with her eyes.

The girl gasped with her thoughts, and quickly found herself able to move again. She went over to the lady, and got a blanket that was folded off to the side of the room to cover Dojima’s underwear clad body up. The very drunk woman sighed in her sleep, but did not really stir out of her state, she layed there snoring away.

Robin got to her feet and made a wide circle around the sleeping mat, moving as softly as she could have. Dojima did not even move as muscle, the large amount of alcohol she had drank was certainly the thing that fueled her comatose state. That suited Robin just fine, as she exited the room. She wanted to get away as fast as she could, and hopefully away from everything that was rattling around in her also.

She went into the front room and sat herself down in the very center, pulling her knees up to her chest as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Nothing really did make any sense at all, that was the scariest part of this all.

Robin thought about making the long walk back uptown to her little one room apartment that was located about a mile from the STN-J headquarters. She was even considering trying to catch one of the late night transit busses to get herself home, as she was feeling a little nervous to be in the house with Dojima.

The tawny lass shook her head, and decided she could not do that, even after whatever happened, happened. She knew that she could not just up and leave Dojima to sleep it off. She had read or heard somewhere that for very inebriated people, you need to make sure of them for they could choke on their vomit. She could not chance in one bit, even of she was so uneasy of staying here.

Robin thought for a few minutes more, after calming herself. It dawned on her that Dojima had been so drunk, she probably just thought she was her boyfriend or something, and was not coming on to her, but the boyfriend that was not here. She giggled, as that made way more sense than a female coming on to another female.
“ She was just mistaken...” Robin assured herself, as she settled herself for waiting through the long night ahead. “... She was very drunk.”

Settling that point for herself, the fact remained she had no idea why she was feeling the way she was. She still was enjoying the memory of the woman touching her, kissing her... of her kissing Dojima. She shuttered and tried to get it out of her mind, but it was no use. She had liked the fact that it had happened.

She took a breath in, sharp and tight.
“ I don’t like girls...” She stated for herself with finality, as she rested her back against a small stand. “ I am not attracted to girls... I am not!!”

She put her head on her knees that were still drawn up, and closed her eyes. She listened to the darkness of the house, trying to clear her mind that was filled with her own voice. Her feelings were although, conflicting with her self talk.