This chapter is short and more or less plot filler. Also also also, it should now be apparent I know nothing of drugs. And now, time for Chapter Number Dix, for those of you who speak any french. The Fragile Promise "Ugh..." Yomi tossed and turned a bit in the bed before finally deciding to open her eyes. After a moment, she was able to fixate her gaze upon the clock. Ten past Ten. Had she really slept that long? She yawned as she sat up, adjusting her school girl uniform that she had been too lazy to change out of. "What a dream, eh Tomo?" Yomi looked to her side, but there was no Tomo there. Yomi thought for a moment, and then, it all came back to her. "Oh, SHIT!" She was downstairs immediately, and her fears were realized. On the floor in front of the TV, there lay Tomo, not moving, and face down in a large pool of her own vomit and blood. "Oh, God!" Yomi ran over to Tomo and immediately sat her up, propping her up against the couch. Most of Tomo's body moved with rag-doll like physics as Yomi moved it. Her lips were covered in vomit stains, and apparently, the blood had seeped out of her nose. "Tomo! Tomo! Speak to me!" It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like forever before Tomo moved on her own. Jerking her head to one side, she vomited violently on the bottom of the couch, then jerked her head to the opposite side, slowly opening her eyes to see Yomi. "Am I...dead?" Tomo asked, and Yomi could sense that she was honestly wondering. "Ugh! Ah! My head!" Tomo brought her arms up, clutching her noggin tightly, as though it were about to split right down the middle. "No, Tomo, you're alright! Hold on, I'll get you some medicine!" Yomi wasted no time in talking or moving. After quickly making sure that her lover wouldn't fall, she ran to the kitchen, searching the cabinets for any form of drugs. Finally, she found where they were kept, and began to browse through them hastily. "Peptol, Cherry Peptol, Ah! Tylenol!" It was a bottle of Tylenol Eight Hour, which she hoped would do just fine. Untwisting the lid, Yomi took out one pill, though she would leave this bottle out, knowing it would probably be needed later, grabbed a glass, filled it with tap water, and ran back to Tomo, who was still clutching her head through her now brown and yellow hair. "Yomi! It hurts!" Tears rolled down the side of Tomo's face, as she cried softly through the small gurgles that she would make when she almost hurled. Reasoning that Tomo couldn't do it herself, Yomi placed the pill into her girlfriends mouth, and assisted her in drinking just enough water to swallow the pill. Tomo, being her usual self, still complained. "It still hurts!" She did however, finally stop throwing up, and found herself in Yomi's arms. "It's alright, darling." There was a large sigh in Yomi's voice as she spoke. "Just gotta let it run it's course." She held and caressed her young lover, but in her mind, the self-grief was on. 'I let this happen.' She thought to herself. 'I should have burnt that Coke the minute I saw it.' Aloud, she sighed again. 'Alright, Yomi. Just because she took better charge of the situation at first, doesn't mean she knows what's best for her. You do know what's best for her. Time to look out for her. Be strong, Yomi, be strong.' She sat there with Tomo for a good half an hour by the clock, before Tomo finally stopped groaning. Yomi just looked down at the one whom she held in her arms. "Heya." Tomo weakly looked up to match her look, and returned with an equally weak smile. "I'm...sorry." She spoke barely above a whisper, and Yomi guessed that she couldn't really speak any louder. Mustering all her strength, though it didn't take much to carry Tomo, Yomi hoisted her lover up into her arms, and began to walk up the stairs. "Where are we going?" Tomo spoke slowly, trying to save her energy. "Somebody needs a bath." Yomi smiled perkily and sounded playful. Tomo merely returned it. "Yes mommy..." Yomi honestly couldn't tell if she was being playful, loving, if she was still high, or a combination of the three. Either way, she used her free hand to open the door of the bathroom, close it back, and helped Tomo undress. Any other time, the sight of her lover naked might have aroused her. At this point, however, Yomi was much more concerned with making sure that Tomo was clear, and above all, making sure she'd learned her lesson. Somewhat, Tomo was able to undress herself from the waist up, but Yomi more or less had to assist with her shoes, socks, skirt, and panties, for the former really had no energy left. She almost allowed herself to fall into the bathtub, like one would fall into bed after a rough day at work, but Yomi caught her and sat her down gently, and began to run warm water into the bathtub, squirting a very small amount of bubble-bath liquid into the tub. The bubbles bubbled up quickly, and a few minutes later, the bath was ready, and Yomi found herself pulling up her sleeves, and squirting body wash onto a loofa. "Try and sit up." Yomi instructed. "I'm going to start with your back." Tomo was able to comply, but only after grabbing on to the faucet, and using it to pull herself up, as well as to steady herself as Yomi gently washed her back. She would also move down to wash the buttocks, and even in her state, Tomo could still tease and smart-mouth. "You just want to feel my ass up, don't you?" Tomo accused her. Though weakly spoken, it still carried that trademark voice tone of Tomo's, which did assure Yomi that her girlfriend was turning back into herself. All the latter could do was sigh. "I'm gonna smack you if you don't cut it out, Tomo." Tomo just smirked. "Mmmm, I like it like that." Yomi just rolled her eyes, and began on the other side, washing Tomo from the chest down. She also took some shampoo to Tomo's neck-length hair, being careful not to get any of it in her eyes or Tomo's. Neither said much more, until Yomi began to wash her on the vagina. Truthfully, Tomo didn't mean to moan, but a soft one escaped her lips. "What did I tell you earlier?" Yomi scolded slightly. "That wasn't on purpose..." Tomo was starting to sound like her energy was returning, but this time, she spoke sincerely. Yomi believed her as she dunked the loofa in the water to rinse it, and stood up, wiping her hands on a nearby towel. "All done. Think you can dry yourself off?" "Yeah, I'm a lot better now." Tomo stood up and stretched, bubbly water rolling down her naked body. Yomi had to fight not the be turned on. There were more important matters at hand. As she handed Tomo a towel to dry off with, Yomi began to lecture, for lack of a better term. "I hope this taught you something." She said bluntly. "Did you enjoy lying in your own puke?" "Not particularly." There wasn't really a smart-aleck answer that Tomo could come up with for that one. "I didn't think so." Yomi really sounded like a parent right here. "Not only does it hurt you, but it really hurts me to see you like that. I want you to promise me you won't waste any more money on that." "I promise." Tomo shrugged, like it was nothing. "Goddammit Tomo!" She was screaming now. "I want to know that you mean it!" There was a long silence, and after a few minutes, Tomo, still somewhat damp, dropped the towel she was using, and walked over, wrapping her arms around Yomi, and looking her dead in the eyes. "I promise, Yomi." Tomo said it like she meant it this time. Oh, Yomi just had so much of a hard time resisting that voice. Those eyes. And she was naked to boot. "Tomo..." Yomi wrapped her arms around Tomo, pulling her closer into the embrace. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." Tomo's face was maybe inches from Yomi's. "It's alright, Yomi. I understand that it hurts..." Anything that either of them would have said next was muffled by the sounds of a deep and passionate kiss. Both girls put their all into it, tongue tapping, heaving breathing, everything. But their hands were not idle this time. Tomo initiated the contact, taking one of her hands and sliding it up Yomi's skirt, fondling her butt, which caused Yomi to moan with surprised arousal. To Tomo's surprise, Yomi returned the favor, by placing one hand on Tomo's bare butt, and using another to rub what little breasts Tomo did have. This kind of bodily contact went on for a few minutes, before Tomo broke the kiss, and looked up at Yomi. "Let's take this to the bed, eh love?" She said in a seductive voice. Yomi just slipped her glasses off, placing them on the bathroom sink, and led Tomo back into the bedroom. If one had accidently wandered into the house, and walked by the stairs, the sound of wonderful lesbian love could be heard for the next fifteen minutes, before the two finished, and fell asleep, naked in each others arms, with a face full of the others body fluids. Things did not get better for the two over the next six months, however. Tomo's promise to quit the Cocaine proved very fragile. The very next day, she brought home more. And the day after, and the day after, always justifying herself with things like 'Don't worry, it'll all be okay.' or 'This is the last day, I promise.'. On days when Yomi was in a bad mood, Tomo would often sneak it home. It only got worse when their money started to run dry. All of the money from Tomo's after school job, and some from Yomi's, went to purchasing drugs. When that money ran dry, at first, Tomo was able to stop. But the addiction caught up, and she found herself selling her body to people on the side, to get more money for more drugs. Yomi never knew about this. Either way, Tomo had become a Coke-Addict. Yomi blamed herself for never stopping it. As for Yomi, she wasn't doing so hot either. Everyday, she planned to talk to Nyamo about what Tomo was doing, but Tomo always managed to get inside of her head in the bad way. She never told anybody, a costly mistake as far as she was concerned. Over the course of time, she became depressed, between everything that Tomo was doing, and everything she should have been doing. She would never admit it, but she was addicted to the same drugs. At first, she found herself snorting the stuff very rarely, only when she was extremely depressed. Then, the usage started to become more frequent. When she didn't want to become like Tomo and when the few times that she'd cut herself weren't enough to take away the anguish, Yomi found herself visiting the same girl that Tomo did for various other drugs. She never was truly addicted, but over the course of six months, Yomi had experimented on Weed, LSD, Crack, and Mushrooms on multiple occasions in secret. In the end, nothing took away the depression. While she was able to quit all of these easily, she'd fucked her system up for life. Either way, she had her problems too, but was too proud to admit that she'd fucked up like Tomo had. But their lives were not the only thing in trouble. Slowly but surely, the Grades of both girls begin to fall. For Tomo, nobody was surprised. But for Yomi, everyone became more and more curious, but nobody, not even Nyamo at one point, could get her to talk. At the Four Month Mark, the two dropped out of school. Between the grades, the hassle every morning, and the increasing social abuse from the gang, it was just too much. Ever since Tomo and Yomi had started down the Spiral, since those few months before school when they started coming out, the girls had never seen the light again. The promises from Mr. Takino and from Nyamo were only illusions of all that could have been. But slowly and surely, the girls had fallen down, down, down, until finally, though they were blind to it, the spiral was coming to and end. Soon, it would all be over. The beginning of the end all started on that fateful Saturday. March 22nd, Three months after the drop out, together for nine months. It all started coming undone...
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