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The Dazzlings Are Insane

by Justice3442

Chapter 23: The Fluffiest Installment Yet

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Author's Notes:

Follow-up to the last chapter.

‘Knock, knock, knock.’

Aria Blaze’s eyes slowly opened as the sound of a fist repeatedly knocking against a door roused her from unconsciousness. Usually she would have considered this simply having been woken up from sleep, but the lethargy she felt combined with the dull ache that emanating from her head let her know that her slumber had not come about via the normal means of her crawling into bed after having had enough martial arts practice, video games, and the other girls for the day.

Her eyes adjusted slowly to the near pitch blackness of the room. Another sign something was amiss. Even with the shades drawn and the lights turned off, Aria’s room was usually bathed in multicolored LED lights from a number of devices, chargers, and power strips.

As her other senses slowly came back to her, Aria also noticed she was not wearing anything and was sharing the bed with someone in a similar state of undress who seemed fond of cuddling. With a grumble, Aria groped around the bed, noting her hands were encountering a rather large amount of curly hair. Aria sighed. Clearly she had had a bit too much to drink and Adagio decided to take advantage of her in such a state… again.

Yes. It was clearly that scenario with no other contributing factors.

‘Knock, knock, knock!’

Aria cringed as the knocking continued, her head informing her that it was displeased with the loud noise as well as her recent decisions. The knocking was accompanied by a soft whimpering this time.

Aria started to untangle herself from Adagio's limbs and hair. “Ugh, I’m coming, I’m coming…” she groaned out.

From below her, Aria heard a soft chuckle. “Hehe, well that statement sounds awfully familiar…”

Aria sneered down at the body below her. She could practically hear Adagio smile. Her hesitance at leaving the bed was rewarded with a not very gentle shove.

“Hey!” Aria protested.

“Go answer the door,” Adagio said in a somewhat subdued, but rather demanding tone. “My head hurts and sleep sounds like an even better option now than it usually does.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Aria said as she got to her feet. “I was gonna…”

Aria took a couple steps before her toes found something round, but still solid enough that flickers of pain shot up through her foot. She heard the clank of class as a bottle rolled away and hit a wall or possibly wooden furniture as she cussed softly to herself.

‘KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!’

The hard sound of the door knocking reverberated through Aria’s already taxed forehead.

“Alright!” Aria shouted at the door as she shuffled towards it. “Keep your shirt on!”

“I can’t!” came Sonata’s distressed response. “It was icky and smelled funny so I took it off!”

Aria once again sighed to herself. What the heck did the little nut-bar get herself into this time?

“… Do I need to go back downstairs and put my shirt back on?” Sonata half-asked, half-whimpered out.

Aria rolled her eyes. Damn, Sonata was a collection of total airheaded weirdness. She opened the door, revealing Sonata standing in the hallway illuminated by lights coming from downstairs. She was stripped to her socks and moist-looking pink underwear, Sonata seemingly having spilled something which went down her chest and all the way down to her panties. This coupled with the expression on her face that seemed moments away from breaking into tears and pathetic wails made Sonata look very much like the victim of some unfortunate accident. She also reeked of strong alcohol.

That last fact caused Aria to pause in contemplation briefly. Sonata drinking even a small amount of alcohol was about as disastrous as mixing napalm and acid. What the heck had her go after the stronger stuff? Wouldn’t she have gone on a rampage after a few shots? Shouldn’t Aria remember something to this effect…?

Aria grimaced slightly as the throbbing in her head informed her that dwelling on such things was probably not a great idea.

Sonata spoke again, her words coming out as a mess of tears and jumbled thoughts. “I woke up on the couch downstairs and-hic-I was all wet and icky and the-sob-TV was on, but it even though it was-hheehhh-puppets it made me really sad and-sniff-can I sleep with you two tonight?”

“Uhhh…” Aria looked Sonata up and down, her mind failing to provide her with the appropriate response. A ‘no’ followed by slamming the door on Sonata and going back to bed seemed like the normal thing to do here. However, Sonata was currently maxed out on the ‘looking pathetic’ scale, and even Aria’s normal apathetic attitude seemed pretty harsh all things considered. Also Aria would be denying entry to Adagio’s room and not her own, which added a little extra wrinkle of confusion to the situation.

With a huff, Adagio threw off her covers and got up to her feet, stomping on the ground until she reached the doorway and leaned against the frame. She took one look at Sonata and scowled. “You are not coming to bed smelling like THAT!” Adagio snapped.

Sonata let out a barely muffled cry. She was clearly on the verge of some sort of complete breakdown.

Aria couldn’t help but feel anger bubble up inside her. She turned to Adagio and motioned to Sonata. “Adagio! Look at her! She’s a complete mes—”

One of Adagio’s hands suddenly shot out and grabbed Sonata by the arm. Without warning Adagio turned and began walking, dragging the confused Sonata behind her and across the room and into Adagio’s bathroom where a light soon flicked on.

Aria cringed as the harsh light flooded out from the open room.

“Aria, you coming to help or not?!” Adagio shouted from the bathroom in an irritated tone.

Aria let out an annoyed groan at the pun, but walked into the bathroom all the same. Adagio had already stripped Sonata of her ill-smelling clothing and was in the process of helping Sonata into the bathtub.

Sonata sat down at the far end of the tub then pulled her legs up to her chest and grabbed them tightly. She stared at her knees, the look of distress still written all over her face.

Adagio turned on the tap and put her hand under the water. She glanced at Aria. “Dump some bubble bath in here and keep Sonata’s hair out of the water. I don’t want her getting my bed and blankets soaking wet.”

Aria grabbed a bottle that was sitting on the edge of the tub and filled with viscous, lavender goo. She poured a generous amount of the bubble bath as the water began to fill the room with warmth. Adagio reached her hand down into the tub and plugged it, causing the water level to rise.

Soon both Adagio and Aria where lethargically scrubbing Sonata in a half-awake state as Aria made sure Sonata’s ponytail didn’t become soaked. Slowly, Sonata’s look of pathetic suffering gave way to a sleepy content look as the other girls scrubbed the heavy smell of alcohol from her.

After a few minutes of scrubbing, Adagio turned off the water. “She’s clean enough,” she said drowsily. “Let’s get her out.”

Aria leaned over the tub and gently grabbed Sonata’s arm, Adagio grabbed the other and the two girls raised the third sleepy Dazzling out of the tub.

After a brief bout of drying Sonata off with Adagio’s fluffy purple towels, Adagio once again grabbed Sonata by the arm. She dragged her out of the bathroom, turning off the light on the way out and took her to the bed where she let Sonata unceremoniously drop to the mattress.

Sonata giggled as she hit the bed and bounced lightly. She was quickly followed by Adagio who collapsed next to her and wrapped her limbs around her.

Aria shook her aching head. What a messed-up night this turned out to be. Her thoughts again drifted onto what might have led to this turn of events, but again the throbbing in her forehead made her reconsider that train of thought.

Adagio looked up at Aria with half-opened eyes. “Don’t just stand there! Go close the door and get back here.” Adagio shivered slightly and held onto Sonata tighter. “It’s freezing without the covers.”

Aria walked over the door and grabbed the knob. She hesitated for a moment. Why was she doing this? At the very least she could just walk down the hall and go to her own bed, reclaim her clothes from Adagio’s room tomorrow. She turned towards the bed. What the heck is the point of—

Sonata looked back at Aria with a small, expectant smile. In stark contrast to her earlier expression, she looked oddly content and stared at Aria with an inviting look. Adagio was also sporting a rather inviting or perhaps enticing look, Adagio’s smile far less innocent in favor of a bit more devious look. Still, that was to be expected of Adagio.

… Ah, f#%& it… Aria closed the door, turned around, and walked over to the bed. She collapsed onto it next to Sonata, who quickly wrapped an arm around Aria as Adagio pulled the covers over the three women.

A tangle of limbs and hair, soon all three Dazzlings were fast asleep in each other’s arms.

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