Smashed

I sat down heavily on the bar stool, frowning as I grumbled my order to the sleazy woman standing behind the bar, who winked at me. She came back with my drink a moment later, and I downed half of it without setting it down, it burned my throat wonderfully.

"Bad day?" The woman asked, she flipped her dark curls seductively over one of her shoulders. I raised my eyes from the rim of my glass to glower at her,

"Not your business, woman." I growled. She frowned and turned away, flirting with a man sitting a few feet away from me.

Not a bad day. A bad year. It had been a year since we'd left Clow, and we still hadn't found the other Syaoran's parents, not even a trace of them. Fai was still healing, though he rarely shared any of his burden with me, and still occasionally that mask of his reared it's head- even if it was subconsciously- and I had to punch it off of his face until he realized what he was doing.

So now I'd escaped the cramped apartment we were currently residing in this new world, Tymboushi. It was a cold and ruthless world, always raining, and there was no sun for this planet. Only a black moon, with only a perpetual ominous glow lighting the clouded, polluted sky.

The city we were now in seemed similar to Infinity, with it's dark atmosphere, which is something I that piped up in my mind as a young girl sat herself in the stool next to me, something that no other person in the bar had dared to do up to this point. With my katana in plain view at my hip, and my unnatural arm, this did not faze her. Although, more likely, she took no notice. The smell of alcohol was already heavy on her.

The girl was fey and beautiful, with platinum blonde hair falling in unbrushed curls to her back, and wide bright blue eyes, with a thick layer of dark makeup lining them. She was small and thin, her legs not reaching the floor from the stool. With a skirt ending just below her pelvis, with boots laced up in the back ending just above her knee.

There was no way she was old enough to be sitting and drinking in a bar like this, she looked only a few years old than my Princess Tomoyo.
"What can I get for ya', sweetie?" The bartender asked the small girl, the girl opened her mouth to answer, a smile flashing over her face.

That smile. Those eyes. Her irritatingly ditsy posture. The familiarity was overwhelming.

The smile vanished suddenly as a large, young man slapped a hand around the girl's waist, laughing as he did so. The girl tried to squirm away from the man but another one came up from behind her, draping his large arm over her shoulders, she shuddered slightly.

"Get 'er, whatever ya' got. On us!" The one with an arm coiled around her waist, bellowed. The other man took a swig from a bottle, laughing heartily, obviously drunk. The girl attempted to reach for her waist, as if something there could help her, her movements were sluggish and slow.

One man grabbed her hand, she began to thrash wildly in his hold, and the other one's hand reached under her too-tight black lace top, raking a hand across the exposed smooth skin of her stomach, and moving downward to the hem of her black hip-hugging skirt, reaching below and pulling at her panties. The girl's eyes flew wide and she began to yell,

"Pias-!" She was cut off by the other man groping her ass tightly to silence her. Not before I noticed her blue eyes had begun to glow with her screech.

An animalistic protective urge to get this young girl out of harm's way came over me, and I leapt out of my seat, the stool clattering loudly to the shit-coated floor. I lunged at the closest one, slamming my fist into his nose, and he fell to the ground, immediately knocked out by the force of the blow. The other man, who's softer, unmarred face showed his naive youthfulness, reached for a pistol concealed under his coat, but the girl slammed her boney elbow into his face before he could. To my shock, she grabbed him by the wrist, slamming her back to his thigh and flipped him over her body onto the floor. He wasn't unconscious, but stuttered as he locked eyes with her, a disturbing blue flame existed there. The young man darted for the bar door, stumbling from intoxication and head-trauma.

We'd attracted surprisingly little attention from the surrounding drunken men and bartender, who I noticed, was no where in sight. I waited for the groveling from the young girl, but what I got was a far cry from a thanks,

"What the hell do think your doing?" She yelled, crossing her arms, which I noticed a large bruise forming from one of the men. As well as one appearing on her unconcealed abdomen below her cropped-top. I glowered at her bruises, as if the men were still causing them, then raised my gaze to her face, which was partially concealed by the dim-lighting of this hell hole.

"Saving you, you're welcome." She narrowed her cobalt eyes at me,

"I easily could've defended myself, thank you very much," She threw back, sarcastically.

"Yeah, that was pretty obvious," I smugly nodded to the unconscious man on the floor, with his nose bleeding heavily. The girl flushed,

"I had it under control!" She retorted, staring at me in my shadowed face, concealed even more so by the dark black hooded shirt in which I was clad. I noticed then that she was at least two heads shorter than me, only slightly taller than Sakura, or Tomoyo.

"Of course," I muttered, she started to turn away, "Hey, brat! How old are you anyway, and what kind of parents let their kid walk around alone in a place like this. Let alone dressed like that." I gestured to her skintight attire, and made a subconscious note to never let any daughter of mine dress like that. Whoa. Where did that come from? The girl didn't turn, but I saw her fists ball crossly as she turned around, and the anger in her face reminded me of someone, though I couldn't tell of whom.

"I'm seventeen! And my parents aren't with me! Well, they're not exactly dead or anything. Or at least my father isn't...but Dad's not here-here. And who the hell are you to be telling me where I can and can't go? And how dare you comment on how I dress!" This chick was starting to get on my nerves.

"I'm Kurogane, and where is your father? Does he know your here? And who are you, kid, to be wandering around in the middle of the night in sleazy bars, dressed like a prostitute?" I growled, almost not noticing the look of shock spreading over her face as she heard my name.

"I-I'm Suki," She answered, shakily,

"Suki Flourite."

not mpreg

ew heterosexuality in tsubasa (the idea disgusts me, too, kids)