Natsuki drunk two glasses of tequila or maybe… even more, she did not have the slightest idea about the real number, she just saw the glasses cumulate little by little in front of her. She coughed when she drank another one, it was so strong, without a good taste, however, she continued relentlessly. She did not usually lose her mind, or sink it into alcohol, but she needed to pause in her search for her mother's killers, this story of Hime and more annoying, this terrible argument with this man that's she unfortunately carried some of his genes.
It was a way like any other to forget her grief, not necessarily the best way, but she was not the kind of person to pour out on her suffering and her lack of happy events from her childhood. Her gaze struggled against fainting, she was not a heavyweight when it came to alcohol, a simple beer put her on K.O. and she had exceeded the quota her body could handle. She saw trouble, she no longer heard what was happening around her. It was as if she was alone, but it was not the case even if that's feeling was deeply buried inside her heart. She came out of her lethargy when she heard her cell phone ringing, she blinked softly, the ringing was oppressive and insistent, she answered without seeing who her interlocutor was, only two people had her phone number, she would quickly find out who would be.
"What?" The she-wolf croaked in a more granular and hoarse voice as usual. Natsuki did not even recognize her own tone of voice.
"Ara? Natsuki? Is everything alright?" The named softly sighed, she slowly closed her eyes, she passed one of her hands in front of her face, she could not keep control over herself. She wanted to sink, it would be easier. She yawned like a cat, she put her face with the help of her hand whose elbow rested on the counter. There was a long moment of silence. This singing and so distinctive accent, this worry, there was no doubt about the caller.
"Natsuki? Natsuki? What is happening? Where are you? "
"Yes ... it's me… Natsuki… I'm fine Shizuru. You should sleep, it's already late."
"You're a bad liar and late in your answer, and I'm more worried about you now."
"You shouldn't."
"Perhaps, but I can't stop caring. Where are you? I will come to pick you up." Kuga dryly chuckled, she was not a child anymore. She heard the other students complain about their protective parent when they came home late, with their calls, anger, worry. It was strange to feel that feeling of to be the center of interest of someone who had always lived independently. And most amazingly, it was Shizuru Fujino, the most perfect student of Fuuka, brilliant, beautiful and admired by all, and she had a mobile phone and she used it only with the rebel.
Natsuki was unaware that her friend had specially bought her phone to be always in contact with her, that even her parents did not have her number. Another proof that she cared a lot about her and no one else. Shizuru phoned her friend every evening, she simply greeted with a good evening, if she was well, if she had done her homework, a small conversation and yet so essential to the tea drinker. Sometimes, she did not have the opportunity to see the biker during the day, it was a way to be with her, to hear her voice. These five minutes brightened Fujino's monotony life, when she came home, she studied, she had her piano lessons, she took part in courses of good behavior, she had to have a great education, not to mention that she was studying and the program she had a great lead. Although, she showed that she was quite lazy about working with her assistant Haruka, whom she delegated most of the tasks as seito kaichou, outside the school setting, she did not have time for her, just this moment, this moment of freedom, of bliss.
"It's not worth it ... I'm not worth it..."
"You are wrong Natsuki. You are important… for me… "
" Yes, I don't know why... So, I'm going to fend for myself. Take care of your own things instead of mingling with mine, I could believe that you have no life or that you are an orphan and without a friend like me. Why are you so interested in me? ... It's totally beyond me. Find a boyfriend with whom to phone and go out, you have a bunch of suitors who would be ready to fight for you, or other solutions, buy a dog or cat if you crave of affection, this is not my job. Leave me alone, I'm tired with your sick game." The brunette did not want to be so cold and hostile, but she was not used to such attention, she was taking this attitude of self-defense, she used to be lonely, so accepting a person insistently intruding into her chaotic life was destabilizing and alcohol was loosening her tongue and frustration even more. There was silence on the other end of the line. Maybe Shizuru was going to abandon her quest to get closer to her? Would be more advantageous for this one. Natsuki had nothing to give her, love, friendship, tenderness, compassion, it was unknown to her vocabulary, the Kyoto-Ben beauty deserved better than that. A broken person.
"I'm not playing a sick game with you Natsuki, I'm… serious and honest… only with you…"
-Hey, my darling, do you want to have fun? There is a hotel a few meters from here. The biker disdainfully looked at the man who dared to interrupt her in her private talk, he must have been twice…not thrice her age, she grimaced with disgust.
"No, never scumbag. Get out of my way! "The man insisted, putting his hand on the shoulder of the young woman who violently pushed the intruder. "If you touch me again, I'll kill you and cut all of your fingers!" Kuga hissed as she staggered from her stool, the bartender interfered before the situation worsened and Shizuru thought she knew where her friend was. This shabby bar she regularly went to for information, she tried to talk to the brunette, but her friend forgot her call or her phone.
The seito kaichou got up from her chair where she was reading, she hastened to get dressed and put on her shoes, she took the keys of her car, so if she did, she would go and get the rebel whom she wanted it or not. She would not let her expose herself to the dangers of the night. She would never forgive herself of something happened to her precious person.