| Prologue |
A soft sigh escaped soft pink lips as the young woman turned in the silky sheets, slowly awakening slightly disoriented. Dark emerald marbles unveiled from laced ebony lashes in a state of confusion as the sunlight kissed her face awkwardly. A long slender arm pushed her up while the other pushed back her long auburn tresses, her lips parting in a half groan, half lurch. Quickly her long, lean legs tore at the covers and carried her clumsily towards the bathroom, making her lose balance while she sunk before the toilet. Her eyes burned as her body obeyed the convulsions to rid itself of the toxins from the night before as her arms hung loosely from the artic rim. Feeling as if her body flushed itself of the impurities, her palm raked across her mouth in disgust before using the other to pull at the silver handle.
Pausing for a moment, she waited to gain her composure against her shaking body, dry mouth, sore throat, and throbbing plaguing her temples. What had happened last night? She was starting to feel the she had forgotten about something when she heard a deep groan from behind her. Spinning around her head around to peek out the door, she quickly regretted it as her stomach lurched again making her turn back to the toilet. During the heat of the moment, it never crossed her mind the amount she had over the time period in the bar. Worry started to plague her mind at who she had brought back to her room. Feeling a little strength come back, she pushed to her feet and moved toward the sink. A few things she began to notice was, for one, her lack of clothing as an embarrassed blush gave her cheeks color, and two, this was not her room.
Rinsing and washing up the best she could, the need for water continued to plague while her slender brows winkled in frustration. If she wasn't in her room, then who's room was this? Peeking her head from the bathroom, her eyes lay across the back of a male form stretching with his legs swung over the side of the bed.
At least he's not bad looking from this angle, she thought humorously. He kept himself in good shape but looked as if he didn't overly work out, but his deep chocolate brown hair call for her to run her fingers through it. Looking to her left, she reached out to grab a towel only to frown at the ring on her finger. If she remembered correctly she hadn't bought anything recently or especially of that high quality. The square three stone diamond displays settled atop a platinum setting looked rather expensive. It would have been fine if it was on any finger…but that finger? Pushing it in the back of her mind, she used the towel and decided this would be the time to gather clothes and jet. He stood and turned to her, but at her sudden down casted eyes, his arm reached out to pull a pillow over his exposed regions.
Persian blues captivated her, locking her in as she fumbled for words to move from her lips but nothing seemed to come out at the moment. Trying to think of something else until she found the courage for words she thought about the ring as she looked down at it suddenly, examining it. It was on her wedding finger and perhaps there would be a good explanation for this? She looked up at him, seeming to find the words only to see that he had managed to switch from a pillow to blue plaid boxers. Guessing it was a one-night stand, she moved from the door and started collecting her clothing furthest from his first.
"Um, should I say thanks for last night?" asked her musical voice as she crouched down to pick up her shirt. Her nose wrinkled as she noticed the tare marks, making it almost wearable if she covered her chest up. She looked up when she thought she heard him chuckle and noticed a slight grin; it wasn't just any grin, more of an unbelievable look as his eyes looked at a paper in his hand. "My name is Makoto Kino."
She was trying to make some sort of conversation but wasn't sure if she needed to. Makoto pushed her hair out of her face and continued to move across the floor collecting a few articles of clothing but noticing that the important ones were most likely on his side.
"Yuy," said his deep voice still looking at the paper and then tossing it on the bed as if towards her. Makoto felt confused as she looked up at him, meeting his gaze again and then back to the paper. "You are now Makoto Yuy."
AN: I decided to rewrite with a few grammar changes to begin with and the fact I totally messed this one up. I never explored the possible areas I could lead this story in and now with a clear mind, decided to give it another chance. Hopefully this will be more appeasing and not rushed.