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Chapter one.
Tokiya walked into the bar, gazed around and found nothing suspicious. He then proceeded to the bar where the only occupant was a very very drunk and somewhat familiar female.
Fuuko.
She was staring into an empty class of Tequila when he saw her. As if contemplating something grave, she ordered another drink. And another. Before realizing that someone was beside her.
"Oh. you." Fuuko greeted Tokiya lamely. And went back to looking at her now empty glass.
Noticing his silence Fuuko completely turned her full attention to him. "What? No sarcastic remark? Whatever happened to 'Shut up, Kirisawa!' or 'Go away, you stupid monkey!'? I'd even settle for a FROSTY what are you doing here? I don't even merit an insult now?" she asked him. She sighed and turned her attention back to the shot glass she was holding. Today is such a bad day, sigh, and couldn't be any worse. Fridge boy has to come to this particular bar, where I happen to be drowning myself in misery... Talk about bad timing, Fuuko sourly thought.
"Where's your companion?" Tokiya asked as he looked around for Domon or Recca.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot to intruduce you to my new found bestfriend, we just met and we hit it off like we've known each other all our lives."
"Who--" He was about to ask who she was talking about, since she was alone in the bar. but Fuuko never let him finish.
"Meet My New Friend! Jose Cuervo!" Fuuko cheerfully announced as she grabbed the bottle from the bartender's hand and presented it to Mikagami.
"It's too early to be that drunk, you know." Tokiya intoned.
Fuuko heard sympathy somewhere between the lines of what Tokiya had just said to her. She looked at him blankly and resumed looking at her now empty glass, again.
Tokiya watched her thoughtfully as she signaled the waiter to bring her another glass of Tequila.
Tokiya placed a hand on the alcoholic beverage before she could take a swig. "That's enough Fuuko."
"Oh. So now it's Fuuko, since when have we been on first name basis?" With surprising amount of sobriety she turned to him and said. "Quit it, Mikagami-san. You never were or ever will be concerned for my welfare. So drop the act and leave me alone, I'd like to wallow in my misery. 'Kay?"
Tokiya noted the bitterness in Fuuko's voice, not that he actually he cared. Probably because of the liquor, he thought. Still, Fuuko being bitter and wallowing in misery is quite--- unusual.
"That's enough." Tokiya said and removed the glass of Tequila out of her reach and signaling the bartender for the bill.
Fuuko frowned at the offending hand that took her precious friend, Tequila, out of her reach. "Fine." she said and left an hundred dollar bill on the table and walked out of the bar.
"Where do you think you're going?" Tokiya frowned at Fuuko's back, which happens to be bare. Damn, she looks hot, he thought when finally noticed what she was wearing.
"Somewhere. Preferably far, far away." came her flippant reply and she was out of the door.
"Shit."
Tokiya found her outside, in the parking lot, fumbling for her keys. Muttering curses when she dropped them. Concern was now gnawing at his conscience, especially since there were a couple of men leering at her, a couple of meters away from where Fuuko was standing.
I shouldn't do this, I actually don't care. She can handle herself you know, those thugs don't even stand a chance against her, even if she's walking around blind drunk, in three inch stilleto heels and partially naked. Tokiya Mikagami thought. So why in the world can't I leave her alone?
Fuuko on the other hand was muttering curses when the keys fell or the third time. Damn Mikagami, why didn't he just left like he usually do, Stupid popular bar, Stupid Mikagami, Stupid car keys, Stupid Fuuko, Fuuko thought as she bent down to get her keys for the nth time. Then she heard a distant thunder and suddenly the rain began to pour in great big drops of water. In a matter of seconds, she was soaking wet. Looking up the sky, she screamed her frustrations at it, not that it helped her predicament but it felt good at the moment.
Tokiya stifled a smile when he saw Fuuko scream heavenwards. Then he took an umbrella and walked towards the wind-mistress before she got soaked; she was now slumped beside the car, cradling her face with both hands.
"Fuuko."
She looked up. "Don't you ever give up Mikagami?! If you didn't get the innuendo last time. Let me speak it out plainly to you... LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!" she straightened up and tried to open the car again.
"That's my car."
"Really?" said a sarcastic voice belonging to the person in front of Mikagami.
"Yes. Really." Mikagami replied dryly.
Fuuko turned to Mikagami. Did I just hear laughter in his voice? Fuuko thought, it sounded dry though. She opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. Turning back to the car she was trying to open and finally saw that it was indeed not her car. Blushing she turned on her heel to leave but Mikagami caught her arm. And the world swirled.
"Damnit' Mi-chan! Don't do that! Bad enough that my head is swimming you just have to swing me around don't you?!" Fuuko screamed as she wobbled and tried to grab the car to steady herself but ended up leaning on Mikagami. She tried to pull away but Mikagami held her, so she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Fuuko? What are you doing?" Mikagami asked after a while when Fuuko leaned on his shoulder.
"I'm trying to make the spinning stop." was Fuuko's muffled reply.
Tokiya had to smile. "Well?" he asked again while trying to see Fuuko's face.
"No. Such. Luck."
Tokiya chuckled. Fuuko smiled wanly. Ah, at least her humor is back.
"What were you doing here in the first place?" Tokiya asked when Fuuko didn't speak.
"Getting drunk."
"Right."
"Where are you staying?" He asked solemnly.
"Where I have been staying all my life." Fuuko replied.
Tokiya was dumbfounded. "You mean to tell me that you drove all the way here? In Tokyo? Just to get drunk?"
"Yes."
Silence.
After a while Fuuko tried to pull away from Mikagami again. "Let me go."
"Go? Where? You can't drive. You can't walk. You can't even see where you're going."
"Better let me go before I throw up on you." Fuuko replied calmly.
"Don't worry I'll send you the bill." Mikagami replied. "From the dry cleaning." He added when Fuuko tilted her head to side as if to ask question.
Fuuko nodded and leaned her head again on Mikagami's shoulder.
"Kirisawa? Fuuko?" Mikagami asked as he tried to peek at her face and found that she was sleeping. Right, what am I supposed to do now, Mikagami thought.
"Where am I?" Fuuko asked when she didn't recognize the ceiling when she came to.
"The guest room." Answered the stoic Mikagami beside her.
"The HELL am I doing here?!" Fuuko cursed as she suddenly stood up only to sit back on the bed. Her hand automatically went to her temples. The blasted room spun.
"Does that answer your question?" A sarcastic reply came. "I'm guessing the room just spun. You may be hating your head right now but that would be nothing compared to what it would feel like tommorrow." Added the annoying voice that was somehow laced with amusement.
Fuuko groaned and laid back on the bed. Closing her eyes she begged for sleep to come.
"What am I to do with you?" Mikagami asked himself as he surveyed Fuuko's sleeping form and quietly turned around and left the room.
End? Most probably. I have no idea what to do with this fic. hehehehe. These ideas tend to gestate in my head for a while.. So please do Review. ummmmmmm, the chances of this fic having a sequel would depend on the number of those who reviewed. so please do.