DISCLAIMER: Actually, I do claim Shizuru and Natsuki… in the far corners of my mind :P Sunrise… let me have your characters! O.O

Warning: If you couldn't get the hint from the title or the story description, I'm here to remind you again: this story is AU (and somewhat OOC). If you're fine with that, keep reading.

Headaches

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

That's the only thing I seem to feel right now. At first, I think it's my heart beating, but the pressure is coming from above my shoulders and it's too painful for that organ to be the cause of distress. I'm not in any relationship, so it wouldn't make since for me to have heartache. After that, I contemplate whether or not Nao is slapping me on my forehead.

Nao…

I try to remember where that devilish friend of mine is, but when I attempt to processes the littlest bit of information regarding that crazy redhead, a force slams back my thoughts, thumping against the middle of my forehead. And once again, there's that sound.

Thump.

I feel slow as shit since I've just now realized that thumping nonsense is my forehead, and that I've got a headache. Okay, I'm under exaggerating. I have a fucking migraine.

"Uhhh…" my voice gurgles out of my throat, which feels like it's beginning to swell with fluids. My eyelids peel open, and rays of light passing through the windows of whatever room I'm in attack my face, forcing me to close my eyes again. My head slowly rolls to the side until my cheek is lying on my shoulder and is parallel with the carpet floors. I grope my hand through the soft shags of carpet as if I was previously paralyzed and just regained feeling of the right side of my body. I shyly open my eyes again, trying to be more cautious of the invading light. Luckily this side of the room that my head is facing is covered in more shadows than patches of light, so I keep blinking until my hazy vision is cleared.

Thump.

Fuck, that hurts.

I lay there for a couple more minutes, regaining more function of my brain with the passing time. It's after about five more minutes that I'm finally able to piece together coherent information before my brain hits a roadblock.

Nao and her band, which is somewhat appropriately named "The Insects" (except for the fact Nao's creature in the band is a spider, but she wouldn't listen to me when I kept telling her a spider wasn't an insect), were invited to perform at the MGM Grand, a renowned Las Vegas Casino, due to the band's growing international popularity. Surely, that popularity grew because of my great photography of the band at its performances back home in Japan, as well as capturing each of the member's personal lives with the snap of my camera lens. Being the band's personal photographer, friend, and most importantly, Nao's best friend, I was allowed to accompany the band to Las Vegas, where each of us got our own suite in the hotel above the Casino.

The next scene my memories venture to is Nao's band performing at the Grand Garden Arena. Then in the middle of the performance, a nude man tries to jump on stage but is tackled by security guards (I'm hoping I have I pic of that…). I'm starting to get really pissed at myself now, and this goddamned headache, as blackness begins to edge its way around the internal images in my mind. The last thing I recall is heading down to the casino, congratulating the band on their performance while on our way there, and then – bam.

Everything's blank. A black out, rather.

Thump, thump.

I begin to lift my left hand from the ground in attempt to hold my aching head, but something is restricting its movement – something slim and soft. I dare to turn my head in the direction of whatever that could be and find fingers interlaced in mine.

"W-What… the hell…"

A flawless looking arm extends from the hand above my head, and I'm guessing that's where the soft hand's owner is laying. A sudden wave of fear courses through my body. I'm not sure who the fuck this is laying here with me, and as I pay more attention to detail, I can feel a breeze coming from drafts of air in the room on my skin. It's a little bit too cool in some areas – if you know what I mean… oh God…

I gulp to try and ease my nerves, feeling my saliva roughly descend down my dried esophagus. Though my brain may be a little fucked over right now, I have enough sense to know that Las Vegas + my exposed skin = a no, no. A BIG 'no, no'. It's not like whatever could be happening would worry my parents out of their graves, but it'd be enough to put a setback in my career as a photographer, if I have to be overly concerned with my health.

Let's just hope this soft hand doesn't belong to one of those Jersey guys. Whaddaya call them? Gui-somethings. Whatever. I've only seen Nao watching that show (Jersey… Shack? Eh… close enough) a couple of times when I stop by at her apartment, so I don't remember. And thank God for that, because I don't think I want to remember.

But I do remember that those Gui-things are awfully tan, and this marble-like arm and hand are far from the same skin tone as that fake spray tan. See? The situation's already looking up for me. Wait. Was there someone on that show named Situation?

…

Let me remind Nao to turn that shit off the next time I come over. Well, if there is a next time, since the outcome of this event will ultimately be the decider of that.

I tilt my head upwards just enough to see beautiful locks of ebony hair, its texture appearing just as soft as that hand I'm clinging onto–

Wait a minute.

I let go of the hand, deciding maybe that's not the best thing I should be doing right now. The sudden action seemed to have pulled the other person out of their slumber, but not completely waking them up. They move their body closer, and when the top of their head grazes my shoulder, my body involuntarily flinches forward, causing our faces to be only inches apart. This person in question is a girl, actually. A girl. A girl... a girl? HOLY SHIT.

I jerk my body from the ground, raising only my top half off the floor. I look down at the lower half of my body and find that I'm only clad in my fancy black laced underwear. But the situation only gets worse when I realize that the top half of my body is topless. Braless, even. I anxiously reach for the disheveled white bed sheets that were not on top of the bed, but on the floor next to our bodies, and wrap it around my body.

Damn, we must've gotten it on... with the sheets off the bed and waking up on the floor.

It takes me a couple of seconds to realize that 'getting it on' with a girl I don't even know isn't something to be glowering over, but at least I can say she's beautiful. As I begin to stand, I look back at the chestnut-haired girl. Her form fitting blouse was unbuttoned, and like me, she was only wearing panties on her bottom half. However, I must say I'm a little jealous when I look at her bright red lingerie. Its intricate designs clearly show it's at a higher value compared to mine, but I really shouldn't be worrying about things like that right now.

Thump, thump.

My hand rests on my forehead, wiping a layer of sweat from it. Before I can even register the increasing pain of my migraine, my throat feels like a volcano on the brink of erupting. As fast as my feet can carry me, I try to run in the direction of the bathroom, until I realize I don't know where said bathroom is. My feet carry me to the corner of the room, and I begin to heave until it feels like I've thrown up my entire digestive system.

After five more minutes of non-stop hurling and causing a burn in my abs as if I've been working out, I finally run out of things to throw up, though now I'm feeling awfully dehydrated. My brain subconsciously drifts off to Nao, wondering where she is and if she's looking for me. I chuckle to myself though, knowing full and well that's not the case. She's probably a) sleeping, b) eating, c) practicing her singing, d) picking up some guy, or e) all of the above. If those were the answer choices on a test, I'd probably eliminate down to answers 'a' or 'e', but then again, Nao's too lazy to be doing all of that. So yeah, she's probably sleeping. And hey, it's not like I can't say I wasn't but maybe, just maybe my prolonged sleeping had to do something with a gnarly hangover, don't you think?

I bring the back of my left hand to wipe the remains of goo off my face, until I notice something cold against my skin. And I know my throw up's not cold.

I slowly glide my hand back in front of my face, but instead of using it to wipe away more gunk, I simply stare at it. Well, to be more specific, I am looking at a certain something on a finger of my hand. I am so entranced with the sight to even notice the slight commotion behind me as the other girl in the room awakens, raises her body and looks at her hand with a similar expression to mine.

Slowly but surely I turn my body to face hers, though my gaze never leaves my hand, and neither does hers.

"We're–"
"We're–" We both say simultaneously, our eyes set on our matching rings.

"MARRIED?"

A/N: Welps, the first part of my crazy ShizNat story is over! Get ready for more! By the way, the rating is most likely going to change...

Oh yeah, sorry about soooo many Jersey Shore references. I was watching a little on MTV, and was inspired to just have Natsuki trash the show. Because, well, Natsuki's awesome, and can trash anything she wants to. But honestly, the pun about the Situation was completely accidental, and I had realized I'd done it about ten minutes after I wrote the line. Also, I mean no racial offense to those offended by the term "Guido," because the only reason I used it was for comedic effect (although I kind of LOL'ed at the word's definition on Urban Dictionary). So if you were upset about it, I'll get our married couple to bake you a cupcake, and then personally deliver it to your house. Fair enough? :3

And if you don't know what Jersey Shore is… well, I'll leave whatever you choose to do up to you.

R&R to make Ocha-chan happy!

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Okay, enough of me talking in 3rd person. And speaking of 3rd person, was Natsuki's POV easy for you all to read and understand? I don't usually write in that POV, so sorry if it was kind of awkward.

Have an awesome day (and make mine awesome by reviewing!)

– Ocha-chan