The Drunk and The Lazy
Chapter One: Lilly Limestone
Drunk. I have never been so completely, and utterly, drunk/intoxicated/wasted! And it was awesome!
Well, at least I thought it was…until I realized it was all true…
Hi. My name is Lilly Limestone. I came to Tokyo, Japan to live with the only family I have left: the Higurashis. They are Grandpa, Auntie, Kagome, Sota, and don't forget Buyo! Anyway, like I said, they are all that's left for me now in this modern time…so I decided to pass my time with alcohol or more specifically: sake.
Yeah, I'm not much of a bother−I come home drunk every morning from some pub or other, then sleep the day away and start all over. Fake IDs are very handy. And so is looking like 21 when you're actually 18. No difference really.
Being drunk seemed easy and fun (even though it was shortening my life span…like I cared), until one night, one night that reshaped my history (and not to mention increased my alcohol uptake ten-fold) forever and ever…
This is my twisted story…
Of course, it all started with me coming back to the Higurashi Shrine drunk. I swaggered up the never ending stairs, and apparently, took a wrong turn. Instead of sliding open the door into my room and then falling onto my bed…I opened the door to some well or other and fell headfirst into that said well.
I kept falling, wondering when I was going to face-plant into my pillows. Man, I've never been this drunk. It seemed as though I was never going to hit my bed as air rushed around me and never stopped. It was all psychedelic really: so many colors. I think someone might have put something in my drink.
Finally, the falling stopped. My bed felt weird…
Then, I heard birds chirping above my head. Must be morning now. Yes, another glorious hangover: I don't remember falling asleep.
"Dafuq? Stone walls? Where in the hell am I?" Obviously not my room…
With much difficulty, I staggered out of whatever I was via some…vines?
"When did we grow more trees?"
Being drunk had its perks, especially me being drunk. And when I get drunk (or, when I get really drunk) I tend to imagine some pretty crazy shit.
As I climbed all the way out of the…well, apparently I was in a well…that's located in some forest? Anyway, I stumbled into said forest. I eventually made my way into a grassy field, with my sake in hand. I took a swig.
Suddenly, like a fucking, floating eel floated towards me? I may consider going sober after this, or drink myself to death.
"Dinner!" It cried.
"What the hell? Did you just talk!?" It stopped right in front of my face.
"Uh…yeah?" It obviously was confused.
"Huh." I took another drink.
"You smell funny, mortal." It sniffed me and then gagged a bit.
"Hey! I schmell…great!" Then, BAM! I passed out….with a bang.
"Hmm, probably will give me indigestion…" and if I was still awake, I would say it floated away.