Disclaimer & Rights
I don't own Boys Before Flowers, Boys Over Flowers, Hana Yori Dango or Meteor Garden. I am not even associated with the mangaka, actors, editor, director, publisher, producer or any immediate or far off people related to the movies, anime and/or the original Manga. All canon characters are borrowed from the original creators and portrayal of actors of each role. The original characters and storyline, however, is mine and I'd appreciate it if it would not be duplicated, plagiarized, re-translated without my consent anywhere on and off the web or any printed copy – yes that includes your school newspaper. The story is purely fictional and has nothing to do with anyone dead or alive – none that I know of at least.
The story was originally written as an answer for a challenge on Lovers Unparalleled titled "Waking Up In Vegas".
The first thing Yuki noticed when she opened her eyes was the splitting headache that was threatening to break her skull into half. She should not have drink, alcohol and she was never on the best term, in fact, one can say that it was her worst enemy. Still, the last thing she wanted to do was to be a spoilsport. It was after all, a celebration of the news about Tsukushi's pregnancy and a belated birthday party seeing that Tsukasa was away during her birthday. Of course, seeing that Tsukushi herself was not allowed to even take a sip of champagne, everyone else was forced by the great Domyouji Tsukasa to drink on her behalf. To cut the story short, everyone complied and the last thing Yuki could remember was Hanazawa Rui jumping on top of a table singing "I will survive". Come to think of it, she wasn't sure if that was real or whether it was just a really weird dream. It was probably the later, or at least she hoped it was or it would forever ruin the image of Rui in her eyes.
Which led to another thing; Yuki can't even remember how and when she got around returning to her room. Room. Yuki's eyes fluttered open instantaneously as she struggle to fight back the headache that was drumming on her skull. How the hell—? She scrambled to form a coherent thought. A groan came from somewhere to her left, surprised, Yuki jumped into seating position to find a man sleeping, sprawled next to her. Her eyes widened before she could stop herself from over-reacting, the man was on the floor as she had used all of her strength to kick him off the bed while screaming on top of her lung. Surprised was an understatement of the century when she noticed that the man was none other than Nishikado Soujirou and what made matter worse was that he was practically naked saved from the very thin blanket that was covering him.
"What was that for?" Soujirou asked groggily as he struggled to figure out what was happening. Being woken up in such a rude manner was definitely not that high up on his list of a wake up call. He would have preferred something a little less bruise-worthy. One. Two. Yuki's eyes widened even more as she gapped, looking around and finally at her... Another scream filled the room as Soujirou scrambled onto his feet to tackle Yuki back onto the mattress with his palm over her mouth. "Yah! Do you plan to wake up the entire hotel?" He asked brusquely, pressing his weight on top of Yuki. She froze in place, shocked by the closeness and the fact that... Yuki tried to push her thoughts away but she could feel her cheeks reddened and there was no doubt she would looking nothing short of a tomato, a very large tomato.
Soujirou sighed as he scrambled trying to gather his thoughts. So far he had only managed to register the fact that he had just woken up next to Yuki and a few other things he wasn't sure he could digest without a proper breakfast. "I'm going to remove–" Soujirou began but stopped as his eyes landed on his hand that was covering Yuki's mouth. A moment passed and he too froze in place. Something caused him to stop and Yuki noticed how Soujirou's face contorted with fear. Unable to speak, Yuki could only stare intently at Soujirou, as if demanding an answer. "What the hell?" Soujirou muttered under his breath and slowly took his hand off of Yuki's mouth. The room went deathly quite as Soujirou stared carefully at his own hand. "N-Nishikado-san?" Yuki called, finding herself both confused and extremely embarrassed as she could still feel Soujirou pressing onto her.
"Just what the hell..." Soujirou's voice trailed causing Yuki to furrow her eyebrows together, unsure of what was going on. But, it was obvious that it had scared Soujirou to a point where he was unable to gather his thought long enough to even keep Yuki in the loop.
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"Yuki-chan," Soujirou called surly, studying the drunken figure of Yuki through his glassy eyes. The alcohol was finally getting to him even when he was used to drinking. To his left, Rui was already knocked out cold and Akira was barely keeping his eyes open. The Domyouji couple had left only moments earlier with Tsukushi practically pulling Tsukasa by the hair as he was screaming and declaring his love for her on top of his lungs. It would have been a funny sight and Soujirou would have laugh if he was not too drunk to notice what was happening around him. Yuki's eyes fluttered open as she heard the sound of Soujirou's voice. She turned her head sharply to face him, narrowing her eyes.
"Nishikado-san," Yuki stated drunkenly, wiggling her index finger in front of his face. A hiccup caught Yuki by surprised causing her to giggle childishly, leaning closer towards Soujirou. "Why don't you like me, Nishikado-san?" She asked, pouting. "Am I not pretty enough?" She added, waving her left hand while her right hand ran through her hair and fumbling over the hairpin that was tuck safely to hold her hair up in a bun, but, it no longer look anything like a bun. Soujirou opened his mouth to speak but Yuki brush him off by flailing her arms around. "Nevermind," She stated with a slur. Her gaze was still fixed on Soujirou but her brain could no longer process a thing. "I'll stop running after you," She added. "I'm sorry I was such a nuisance," Yuki continued, her voice was raising but she didn't even realize it.
The alcohol, it was definitely getting to her, shutting down all her senses and throwing her fear out the window. It had been a while since Yuki had last seen Soujirou, a month, ever since that faithful day at the book signing where Soujirou had sprinted away from her like she was a plague. She got the message he was sending. It was crystal clear, so clear that she couldn't help but nurse her own broken heart as she watched him disappear among the crowd. It was one thing to be rejected when there were just the two of them and another when it was in front of hundreds of people. She should have not chased after him. She knew that, but when it came to him, it was like her pride was non-existent. That was just it. She can't go on living that way, not anymore; she had to learn to move on. Soujirou eyes narrowed. Keeping his thoughts together was a challenge. His gaze was fixed onto Yuki as she rambled. None of it even registered in his brain. All he could remember was how he wanted to just make her stop.
"Yuki-chan," Soujirou called, but Yuki wasn't having any of it, she kept talking. His eyes eyelids felt heavy as his senses started to shut down. "I won't bother you anymore, I'm sorry that I've—" Yuki went on until she was silenced when Soujirou's lips crashed onto her. Her eyes widened but the kiss lasted only for a fraction of a second before Soujirou pulled away. "Shut up," Soujirou added, staring into Yuki's eyes. A moment passed as they stare at each other in bewilderment and shock before Soujirou crashed his lips onto Yuki's again. This time it was like was hanging onto his dear life as he pulled her closer. Yuki on the other hand, drunk from the effect of the alcohol drowned herself further into that state of drunkenness as she allowed herself to completely be lost.