Author's note: This is just a random plot that popped into my head when I was given a little too much free time for my mind to wander. I may or may not continue, I was just interested in seeing how it would be received. Feel free to leave any comments or criticism. Thanks for reading~
Mikoto's golden eyes slowly blinked open, the small rays of light that snuck through the shades blinding her. For a moment she felt comfortable. Then as she tried to sit up, she realized she was wrong. Her head began to pound. With a groan she fell face first back into her pillow, her head too heavy to hold up.
"Dammit Sen…" She laid there, motionless for a time, until she realized something. There was a strange scent coming from her pillow. It was sweet and pleasant, but still unfamiliar enough to concern her. She tried once more to lift her head to find the source of the smell. She pulled her long, messy black hair away from her face, and looked at the pillow, her brow furrowed. She didn't remember having a brown pillow. Her pillow had a blue cover, at least she thought it did. She looked at the rest of the bed. The sheets were white, like her's, but the comforter was the same chocolate brown as the pillows. She certainly didn't have a brown comforter. Now that she thought about it, the bed she was laying in felt much softer than her old spring mattress. Her eyes slowly widened as she gradually put two and two together. She let out a frightened yelp and went to leap out of the strange bed, but was stopped by an unfamiliar voice.
"Oh goo', you're a'ake!" She screamed, and pulled the covers up to her neck as a man stepped out of the bathroom, with nothing but a towel around his hips to cover his lean, yet sculpted form. A toothbrush hung out of his mouth, which explained the garbled speech. He raised an eyebrow, then held up a hand to signal that he'd be right back. He disappeared back into the bathroom, from which running water and gargling could be heard. Moments later he returned, the toothbrush gone. He crossed his arms as he looked at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fun night last night, huh?" Mikoto's face flushed a bright red. She couldn't remember a thing after Sen had left to go to the bathroom. She certainly didn't know who this was. Though terrified beyond her wits and confused as all hell, she did take the time to realize how attractive the stranger was. His build was that of someone who clearly trained in some sport. The curve of his lips and the mischievous glimmer in his striking green eyes were reminiscent of a feline. His midlength mahogany hair was messy, though not unkempt, and fell perfectly around his face. After she failed to answer his question, he gave an amused chuckle. "Relax, I'm just kidding," he said, waving his hand dismissively. His expression became playful. "I really don't know what you're trying to cover up. I mean, grey is by no means my favorite color, but…" She peeked at herself beneath the covers, and realized that he was talking about her grey cocktail dress. She was still clothed. She let the covers fall, and the man laughed.
"Who the hell are you?" she snapped finally mustering up some courage. "Why am I here you creep?"
"Creep?" he questioned, offended.
"Yeah, creep. Only perverts would take advantage of a girl like this!" He sighed.
"As you can clearly see, nobody has taken advantage of anybody. You had that bed to yourself all night." She was surprised for a moment, not entirely sure what to say. "Besides, you have no room to call anyone a creep, when you're the one who fell all over me." She could feel her face growing warm again.
"I, I didn't…" He let out another sigh of exasperation, and walked over to sit on the foot of the bed. Her embarrassment boiled over. "Get some clothes on!" she barked, trying to avoid looking at him. He look down at himself and grinned, rubbing the back of his head.
"Oops," he said with a shrug. "I'll be right back." He once again disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. When he returned, he was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white dress shirt, the top buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up. "Now, where was I? Ah yes, last night. Well, I was on my way home, minding my own business, when a mess of a young girl walked right into me." She scowled at his description of her. "I was going to apologize and be on my merry way, but she pretty much collapsed on top of me, mumbling some incoherent nonsense. I figured it would be wrong of me to leave her in such a state, but with no way to identify her or where she lived, I was left with no choice but to bring her back here." She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"That's all?" He nodded.
"I brought you in here, laid you on the bed, and you crashed immediately," he explained, clearly amused. She sighed, and rubbed her aching head. She then crossed her arms and looked away from him, now thoroughly embarrassed.
"You still haven't told me who you are," she muttered, trying to hide how flustered she was under an irritated tone.
"The name's Okita Souji," he stated.
"Hasegawa Mikoto," she replied in a curt manner. Souji got to his feet and held a hand out to her.
"I'm sure you're ready to get out of here, but I made you some breakfast if you're interested." She was taken aback by his kindness. Though she was still frustrated, mostly with herself at that point, she couldn't help but regret her rude behavior. She took his hand and, while avoiding eye contact, nodded.
"I am really hungry," she admitted. "Thank you." He smiled and began to lead her towards the kitchen. The the bar style counter overlooked his living room, where she could see clear signs that someone had spent the night on the couch. There was a rumpled blanket hanging half off of the couch, and a rather flattened pillow. Tentatively, she took a seat at the counter, and Souji placed a plate of eggs in front of her.
"They might be a little cold now, but they'll help," he explained, motioning to his head. Man did she hope he was right, her head was killing her. She took a few bites, happy to have something to eat.
"I'm not usually like that ya know," she started, trying to explain her situation.
"Oh?" He walked around to the other side of the bar and leaned against it, quirking an eyebrow. "Then what are you like?"
"Well I never really drink, I'm not so good at holding my alcohol…" He chuckled.
"Oh really, I couldn't tell," he teased. She scowled, then continued.
"Usually I'm the one that makes sure my friend gets home safe at night, but last night she kept insisting that I have 'just one more'. She was trying to cheer me up in the way that she knows how," she said with a small laugh. "I guess I must have wandered off when she left for a moment." He looked as though he was about to say something, when suddenly Mikoto jumped from her seat. "Where's my phone?" she demanded. He pointed over at a coffee table that sat in front of the couch. On top of it sat her small bag. She ran over to it, quickly pulled out her phone, and turned on the screen. She groaned at the five missed calls message. "I completely left her there…" She put the phone to her ear.
"I know you didn't want to be here, but I thought we were having a good time? Come back!" There was a pause, then the next message played. "Mikoto, this isn't funny! I'm starting to worry!" Yet another pause. "Mikoto, where are you? Please answer!" Pause. "One of the workers said she thinks she saw you leave with guy when she was on her smoke break. I thought we agreed to never do that? Mikoto!" Mikoto grimaced at that last message. "Fine. I'm staying at your house tonight, you'd better be home in the morning!" She put her phone down and rubbed her face.
"She's going to be so pissed when I get home…" she muttered. She turned to see Souji leaning over the back of the couch, watching her with a smirk.
"Sounds like someone's in trouble," he teased. She just gave him an exasperated look, and got to her feet.
"I need to get going now." She paused for a moment, then sighed. "And thank you, for...well, making sure I didn't do anything stupid…" she mumbled, too embarrassed to look at him. He shrugged.
"Don't mention it. Maybe I'll make sure you pay me back in the future." She opened her mouth to protest, but he stopped her with his genuine laugh."What's with that face? I'm only kidding," he said with an impish grin. "How about I go home with you, you seem like one that gets lost easily." She frowned.
"I am not!" she snapped, offended. Then thought for a moment. She wasn't sure where she was in relation to her apartment at the moment. Depending on the part of town she was in, she could very easily get lost. She sighed. "But...I would appreciate it if you'd accompany me," she admitted hesitantly.
"Good, then it's settled. Let's get going."