Room 200 (which was located directly under the infamous Orgy Room, 300) stood empty as the mid day became afternoon.

Well empty of people at any rate. It looked plenty lived in. Not immaculately clean or abandoned, but not a mess either. There was a living area, complete with a small love seat and table before breaking off into a tiny kitchenette, with its refrigerator and two burner eclectic stove, the kind with flat surface to the heating elements were never exposed. There was a dirty bowl in the sink, milk and cereal dregs scatted along its bottom. The fridge was empty save for two glass quart bottles of milk. On the table of the living area was an odd device. Resting on a clean towel was a pink and white box a bit larger than a bred box, with several holes in it, two small and two large. Next to it was a length of plastic tubing, which still had a drop or two of water inside it but was mostly dry. Four silicone suction cups lay next to that, also dry. There was a t-shaped length of plastic next to that as well. Across from the love seat was TV, a 36 in SD number on a TV tray. There were several DVD's on the shelf below them. A couple were educational. Most were pornographic, and most of those had Kathleen's pic on the front.

A short hallway led to the single half bath, complete with sink and toilet but no shower stall or tub. One the counter was a hairbrush, toothbrush, and various other benign items... and a small pink contraption. It consisted of a rectangular box that could fit in the palm of one's hand. On this box was a dial, and attached to it was two laytex or rubber cords that led to a small, pink, egg shaped device, only slightly larger than a thumb, which was laying on clean washcloth.

The hallways soon turned into the sleeping area, a single room with two desk and two beds and two closest on either side of it One bed was half-made, the other bare. There was a chair in front of one empty desk. The other desk had a laptop and various nick-nacs strewn around it, including a picture of Katleen and some of her friends back home and at the school. Funny how camera's always caught her half-dressed, with her nearly falling out if her top, or in the case of most of the Shokushu pictures, covered only with the body parts (arms and legs mostly) of other students. In front of the desk in the place of the chair, was curious item on a swivel, wheeled base. It looked like a saddle, but there seemed to be a gap on top of it, as if a piece was missing. There were leather loops on what looked lack the back of it.

Kathleen has gotten used to living alone since her return and had left somethings out that she might have thought to hide if she had known that while she was finishing up with class that day, her new roommate would be arriving.

As Kathleen was still sitting in class the plane with the new arrivals to Shokushu had arrived. There weren't many new students at this time of year but there was one who stood out completely from the pack, a short girl wearing a bright blue kimono. The soft blue fabric swished over her nice legs as she stepped down off the plane dragging an old suitcase made of what appeared to be bamboo behind her.

She followed the other girls along the pathway towards the dorm waiting in a line at the desk for room assignments for several minutes until it was her turn. The woman sitting behind the desk looked at the tiny girl and handed her a piece of paper and a key and said "You're in room 200." As Akemi picked up the items and walked away the woman laughed to herself and said "That's an intresting combination for roommates. Wonder how it'll turn out."

Taking the stairs up to the floor with the 200-numbered rooms Akemi looked at the piece of paper, which turned out to be a map, and looked from it to the doors as she walked along muttering "200....200...Ah Here it is." She knocked on the door, wondering if someone was inside, and waited for several moments with no anwser before taking her key and opening the door. Looking inside, she saw that it was lived in but empty at the time.

Dragging her suitcase inside she shut the door and sat on the love seat and looked around seeing the small kitchenette, a table with a strange device on it, and from what some books she had read she guessed was a television. She decided to wait for the other occupant of the room to look at the other areas of their room as it looked to Akemi that there were some things left out in the open and she had always been told that snooping was bad manners.

Perhaps and hour and half to two hours later, there was the sound of another key in the door.

"This was a good day, Kitty," Kathleen was saying to herslef as she swung the door open. "Hands to yourself, answered some questions, not a single attack or relapse...Good day, good day. Knew I could do it..." She swung door shit behind her and locked it.

She went on mumbling to herself as she strode into the room on her long, and thanks to the ridiculous uniform skirt length, completely bare legs. She was some books to her sizable chest tightly, the way a child might squeeze a teddy bear, and her head was down as she mumbled to herself. Her blond hair by now reached the small of her back, bouncing behind her as she walked, filled with luster and shine.

Her head down, mind focused in her little absolutions, she completely missed the smaller girl on the love seat as she kicked off her shoes under the table. She sat her books down with a sigh, a smile crossing her face as her posture beginning to relax. The blazer was unbuttoned with one hand, as the other reached for the tubing then the suction cups on the table. "Yep, just about dry," she said to herself, and her tone sounded happier than it had a moment ago. She shrugged out of the blazer and tossed it somewhat carelessly to the table. It promptly slid off and landed in heap on the floor.

Kathleen groaned. She was unbuttoning her blouse and was only halfway done when the blazer fell. She bent over to pick it up -- at the waist out of habbit. Only when she was fully bent over did she notice (between her legs and upside down) the other girl on the love seat directly behind her.

"Oh," she said, still bent over, one hand on the offending garment, her panties pretty much on full display. "Hey there! I was told you wouldn't be here till next weak. You're Arkami, right?" she asked, completely butchering the foreign name.

Akemi sat patiently on the love seat during the time she waited for the other occupant of the room to return. An hour and a half to two hours was nothing to the priestess as she had done little for much longer amounts of time back at the temple during her training. When she finally heard another key clicking in the doors lock she was not expecting anyone nearly like who walked through the door.

The woman was blonde, fairly tall, and had the biggest chest she had ever seen almost so much so that she was nearly staring. Catching herself before she did however she almost spoke up to introduce herself but she heard the woman mumbling to herself. Not wanting to interrupt she decided to wait until the other woman noticed her.

She watched curiously as the blonde unbuttoned her blazer with one hand while the other checked the strange tubes on the table. "Dry?" she thought curiously as the blonde carelessly tossed her blazer onto the table where it promptly slid off into a heap on the floor. When the woman bent at the waist to pick it up Akemi blushed brightly at the way the blonde bent which she would never even consider doing and the fact that she was treated to a full view of the blonde's panties. She looked away as the woman finally seemed to notice her and said "I was able to catch a trip to the school plane earlier then expected. And my name is Akemi. A-ke-mi. she said, the last part sounding it out for the blonde after the tiny girl noticed that she seemed to know little about foreign names.

Still bent over, Kathleen smiled. "Well lucky me!" she said. Not so lucky for you, she added silently, but held her tongue. For all she knew Akemi might wind up one of the lucky ones whom went through their school years unmolested. Might be.

She finally stood, blazer in hand, She set it down on the table more carefully this time before crossing the room to the love seat and held out one hand for a shake. "Kathleen Lay. My friends call me Kitty. Or Kat. Or 'hey you with the tits'." she giggled. "Welcome to... well... your room! Or our room I guess would be more accurate. Lemme give you the tour..."

She gestured at the immediate area with one hand while the other finished undoing her blouse. the act was casual and automatic; not only did exposing herself to a total stranger fail to faze her at all, but she scarcely seemed to notice she was even doing it. "This is the main living area. Sucks all we get is a love seat, but I dont mind if you dont. Least we got a decent TV and a dinning table. Kitchen right in there, though I almost never use it. The cafeteria on campus pretty much keep me fed. Not a thing in the fridge as a result. Besides milk that is," she added, unable to keep all of the pride from her voice. "You're welcome to any of my DVD's so long as you put then back. I got a couple on psychology there, but they can be dry. Plenty of adult films there to, though most of them are of me, which might be weird for you, so heads up."

Kathleen paused turning back to Akemi. "Whatcha going to major in, A-ke-mi?" she asked, being more careful of the other girl's name this time.

As the blonde set down the blazer on the table more carefully this time and crossed the room to her seat before extending one hand Akemi looked down at the hand before grabbing it with one of her own and said "Nice to meet you, Kathleen." She didn't comment on the last part of her roommate's introduction although for some reason she knew why the blonde may have been called in such a strange way.

"A tour would be helpful." she told the woman and followed her gesturing hand but about halfway through she saw that Kathleen was unbuttoning her blouse. She blushed and looked towards the the rest of the tour but not before having seen a good portion of Kathleen's large breasts. After her explanation of the major areas she interrupted and said "Um...I'm sure we will end up seeing each other without clothes eventually as we are roommates but could you at least warn me that you plan on taking off your clothes until I get used to living here?"

She barely heard the mention of DVDs as the woman continued, and having never seen a normal one before she was not very intrested in those and she didn't even know what an adult film was but she didn't show it. At the question to what she was going to major in she looked confused and anwsered "I'm here to learn more about people. I never decided on what I wanted to learn from the school itself."

Kathleen blinked, glancing down at her now open top, and her rather fetching pink lace push up bra. "Huh. Didn't even realize I was doing that. Guess I got used to living alone," she added with a nervous laugh. "I'll try and remember to warn you but... I'm a little scatterbrained. Anyone can tell you that. So, if I do something that makes you feel weird, please let me know, kay? Kay!"

The nervousness seemed to have passed, but Kathleen made no move to re-do her top. "Undeclared major, huh? That's cool. There's, like, time for all that. 'Sides a lot of the coolest people I ever met didn't know what they wanted to do for a living when they were 19. C'mon, I'll show you the rest of the dorm."

She led the way down the short hall to the bathroom. "This is... well the bathroom," she giggled again, then mimed shooting herself near the temple with her index finger and thumb. "I mean duh, anyone can see that. Plenty of counter space for two. And a toilet. No shower though, didn't get that lucky. There's a communal one down the hall." Kathleen shrugged. before stepping in the bath room and tugging at a smaller mirror on the right wall over the sink, opening it up. "I already claimed the top self of the medicine cabinet, so i guess you can have the bottom." She gestured at the self space, which was lined with pretty entirely with bottles of Ambien sleep aid. "Now, I'd say what's mine is yours, but please, please dont take nay of my sleeping pills. I really cant afford to go without..."

She trailed off before fixing her green eyes on the smaller girl. "Akemi is pretty name. Is it Chinese?" she asked, clueless as ever.

"It's alright. If you got used to living alone it seems only natural that you would not care where you undressed." She nodded as Kathleen told her that to say something if she did anything that made her feel weird and added herself "If I do something strange you can tell me as well. I'm not really used to dealing with people I don't know."

As she stood up so that Kathleen could show her the rest of the dorm room she shook her head at the last comment about her undeclared major and told her "It's not that I don't know what I want to do. I do. It's just I don't know what I should learn here."

She then followed Kathleen down the short hallway and peeked in the door while the blonde explained their small bathroom and that they would have to shower at the communal one down the hall. When Kathleen stepped in and pulled open a small mirror over the sink she followed the woman in and looked up at it and said after Kathleen mentioned that she claimed the top shelf "Thats probably for the best. I'm not always sure I can reach taller cabinets."

She looked at the woman as she mentioned sleeping pills and asked "What are those? But even if I don't know what they are if you need them I surely won't take them." She stepped back into the hallway after seeing everything she needed to see in the bathroom before saying "Thank you. But no my name is actually Japanese, as am I."