Hello there guys. I had this idea hit me and i wanted to share it you all. As i have said Unseen and I are on vacation but golly I love playing with Sachiko's head. Its just easy. I hope you wont be too angry with me for teasing the poor girl.

~Snow

"Cant believe you brought me to this…" Sachiko looked around before continuing, disgust written across her usually calm and unreadable features.

"Wonderful, lovely, oh wait, vibrant establishment," supplied her companion laughing at her discomfort. Sei's eyes roamed the crowed and finally landed on the object of her desire. She turned to the young girls and simply shook her head. The loose medium haircut shook and the bangs swayed in to her eyes in an enticing manner. Well enticing to most… Before Sachiko could retort she huffed to silence, then saw her Onee-sama heading towards her and Sei.

"Hello there gorgeous," Yoko said to Sei and threw her arms around her. Sachiko gapped at Yoko in bewilderment.

"Sachiko, Your speech was wonderful today. Valedictorian at Lillian," Yoko shook her head, "Happy Graduation."

"Thank You, Onee-sama," pitched Sachiko as she found her voice. "However I did not this that Sei was going to bring me …here for graduation. I'm… out of place here," Sachiko admitted and Yoko laughed. Yoko knew that was the upbringing in her saying this place sucks like a black hole.

Before Yoko could respond and Sachiko had a chance to continue Sei pulled Yoko to the dance floor. Sachiko yet again felt her jaw hit to floor. She took a deep breath, steeled her nerves and walked to the bar.

All I have to do is sink the nine in the corner with a slight back spin then the eight ball is mine. I can finally get my 50 dollars back. Damn poachers.

Yumi looked down the cue stick, eyed the ball up and breathed in and out. Then smoothly, fluidly she jerked back and popped the cue ball in to the nine ball in the corner pocket with the right amount of back spin she wanted. Perfect. Yumi moved around the table feeling confident, that the game was hers. She lined up the ball and slid the stick in between her fingers breathing and just as she was about the let loose Yoshino burped ….loudly right next to her. Yumi looked up Yoshino and smiled then popped the cue ball into the eight with a satisfying thud. Yoshino glared as she walked back to Rei and got her money.

"You know Yumi you should be having a good time," Yoshino commented as she counted out the bills in front of Yumi making sure she didn't short changer her best friend.

"I am having a splendid time taking your money dear friend," Yumi joked as she looked to Rei who stood back towards the end of the table racking the balls. It was Rei's turn to play the winner, and Rei would loose more of Yoshino's money and she knew it so the bet wouldn't be big. Rei should stick to kendo, not pool.

"You know what I meant Yumi," Yoshino said placing her hands on her hips in an authoritive posture and Yumi just smiled. "I want you to be happy, Yumi."

"Well some people can't be as happy as you guys," Yumi said with a sad smile. It's been along time since… she would not think about that now. Yumi was certain that Yoshino brought her out for a …diversion. Yumi finally accepted their invitation.

"Oh well, In a few weeks I'm out of this hell. I'm used to you council members running my life," Yumi ceded to the ramblings of her friend and picked up her cue stick. Rei finished racking the balls and Yumi smiled at her best friends. They were both part of the student council and they all graduated today, the next few weeks were just formalities, parties, and other various engagements where Lillian girls had to act ladylike. She hated it. She liked running, like love jeans, and she wanted freedom to feel anyway she wanted. She was just like me, even thought she was a council member too, Thought Yumi. Yumi laughed at the antics and playful displayed of affection coming from her friend then she looked around the crowd. The music pumped, the lights were an eerie red glow toward the dance floor, and she wanted something, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She looked toward the bar and felt her eyes widen, and her jaw drop.

"Yoshino, could you play for me so I don't take anymore of your money for a bit. I'm getting a drink," Yumi murmured as she let go of the stick let it tilt to Yoshino and let her feet propel her toward a pair of long legs, and blue eyes.

God I'm so uncomfortable. I hate this music, it too...loud. How can anyone dance to it? Oh my god two women are embracing, no they are making out. Act like a lady Sachiko. Keep it together and then you can hire a hitman to kill Sei later for this ghastly evening. Are the glasses even clean? I feel like I have to wash my hands. With the way that large woman down at the end of the bar is leering at me I feel like I need to bathe. Ugh!

Sachiko could not believe she agreed to let Sei take her out tonight but, yet again, she was tricked. Well sort of. Sei told her it was a lovely gathering, and her Onee-sama would be there. That sounded like it was going to be alright. Yoko has fantastic taste, but she didn't think she would end up in a gay bar in the middle of downtown on graduation night.

"Excuse me," a soft voice said as a small had reached across her to reach for stir stick. Sachiko flinched away and she met the most curious brown eyes she had ever seen.

"Sorry," the girl said as she nodded to the bartender. Sachiko watched the interaction for a brief moment. She had been trying to get the bartenders attention for about 10 minutes.

"How where you able to get her attention? I have tried to order a brink for awhile now and she kept passing over me," Sachiko asked as she settled back on the stool but her back was ridged, straight as a board. She stranger with the brown eyes shrugged and it was then that Sachiko saw the way her shoulders were slight, yet sculpted under a black tight fitting t-shirt. Sachiko's eyes traveled down as saw the shirt tucked in to tight black jeans fastened with a black belt. The stranger cleared her throat. Sachiko's eyes snapped forward.

Yumi found her way to the bar easily, everyone knew her as a regular and it was easy to maneuver into the empty stool next to the blue eyed long legged beauty. She simply wanted a stir stick to fiddle with as she waited for her drink, but when the woman flinched she was reminded of another who hated people in their personal space. She shoved the thought aside, and almost licked her lips as the woman looked her up and down. She knew who she was her name was Sachiko, they graduated today, and she was the goddess of their campus. It was odd seeing her here in a Navy blue skirt, pale blue silk blouse, and heels.

She looks like she is going to a business meeting instead of a bar to blow off steam. She couldn't be anymore uptight. God was she checking me out? This is far too weird for me even thought it is an interesting thought that our valedictorian from one of the most conservative families in Japan was gay. Golly, who would have thought?

The barkeep flitted over to Yumi and leaner forward and smiled at the woman. Yumi had a way about her that not many people could resister, men and women alike.

"Ello Love," began the bar keep as she dipped into an ice bin shoving ice in a tumbler and then pouring an amber liquid over the ice, and then a cola over it "How much did you get off her tonight?" The barkeep asked with a smile strapped to her face.

"Oh ya know how I am, Kate, I always win," Yumi drawled then looked to Sachiko, "also one for blue eyes here," Yumi joked and Kate asked Sachiko what she'd like.

"I would like the same, thank you," Sachiko ordered with ice on her voice. The barkeep shook her head and served up the drink and Sachiko looked at the glass.

"Thank you Kate. Talk to you later. Tell you sister hello from me," Yumi said as she leaned in for a hug and gave the barkeep the tab. Yumi looked over at Sachiko's reaction smiled as she saw shock on her face.

"She and her sister are Irish and they one hell of a St. Patrick's Day party," Yumi offered to try and ease Sachiko but Yumi found she liked Sachiko off kilter. She realized Sachiko was always in control, "By the way I don't think you will like that, and stop eyeballing the glass…Its clean." With that last statement Yumi walked back over to the table and watch Yoshino kick Rei's ass all over the table.

Where are they? I want to leave. It's been a few hours, and I have had far too much to drink. Sei I am going to kill you.

"So you made it through the drink," said a voice to the side. Sachiko looked over and her eyes widened. It was her again. For some reason she was trying to find her in the throng of people at the tables earlier, but missed her. The woman sat on the stool next to her then leaned in.

"How much have you had?"

"Not your business madam," hiccupped Sachiko. The woman sighed and cocked her head to the side.

"I bet you have never been out of control in your entire life," Joked the woman. Sachiko looked into brown eyes with her icy stare and usually people backed off, but the girl simply laughed. It drove something deep into Sachiko, the feel of…competition.

"I have you know I have lost control before. I have been impulsive," argued Sachiko knowing the stranger could probably see through her lie. She looked over to the girl and the girl studies her. Then the girl placed her empty glass on the bar and slid off her stool never breaking eye contact.

"Prove it," She challenged as she lifted her hand palm up in invitation to take it. Sachiko asked the bar keep to keep her bag behind the bar, and took the girls hand. She led her onto the dance floor, where the beat of the music now sounded like drums in her ears but she would not be beaten. Brown eyes locked on blue as the girls hand snaked around her waist, and Sachiko let her. She has never before been led, unless it was at the co-ed dances she was required to go to. She let strong hands direct her, but then she found the beat changed. Brown eyes slowly came closer. Hands slid behind her back, then rested on her hips. She found herself drawn close to the stranger close enough to have their thighs touch. The girls hands linked with her own and drew then both the small of her back. It was oddly comfortable but she then let the music glide over her. She closed her eyes, and melted into the undulations of that of her dance partner. She found a hand slide down her thigh and her eyes opened and she felt her body flush against her. There was a need there in those eyes. It was something she could not explain. She swayed her hips and again let herself glide with the music. She closed her eyes relishing in the fredom of her body, of the moment.

"If you want more all you have to do is ask," a throaty soft voice asked near her ear making the hair on her neck rise. Sachiko's eyes slammed into brown yet again.

"Say it," urged the woman pressed against her. Sachiko pressed her body closer to her. Yes she wanted more. She needed more

"Yes," Sachiko whispered a breath away from lips so pink and full that she licked her own lips realizing she wanted to taste them. Then the song ended. The stranger drew away.

"I guess you proved me wrong," She stranger turned away and then back, "Sachiko."

Well moron that was defiantly different. She almost did it. She almost kissed me, and I almost let her. Christ I wanted her to do it. But my hypocrisy could only go so far.

Yumi wanted more. She was about to drag Sachiko to the nearest corner and give Sachiko what she desired. She knew it by the look in her eyes. But she let go. She would not take advantage of a drunk. But the episode left her quaking as she walked out the doors into the night, to her car. As she fastened her seatbelt, she saw Sachiko walk out of the bar with a blonde, and a black haired woman, but there was something there. She was looking for something. Yumi sighed; she would sleep and forget about the episode.

6:45am the Next Day

I'm going to kill her. My head hurts, and the sun is too bright and I'm going to die.

Sachiko got out of the limo as it pulled up to school. She hated the damn thing but it was convenient today. She didn't recall drinking much but her hangover was not testimony to that fact. As soon as she stepped out of the car she felt another wave nausea hit but settled her stomach. She began to walk toward the school, her home for 4 years and prayed at the statue as usual. But this time she felt her legs give out. She was waiting for the impact of the sidewalk on her knees. But instead felt a body beneath her arm taking her to the infirmary.

It felt like the infirmary, but it was not. It was familiar. It was the Rose Mansion. She heard voices. She saw in blurred vision navy blue uniform, brown pony tail, and then the voice. She bolted upright, Oh god no!

"She shouldn't be at school today. She had scotch and coke last night, but I'm not sure how much," said the voice.

"Yumi, how do we fix this?" Asked Yoshino…yes that was her voice.

"We don't," laughed the girl.

"Excuse me," Sachiko interrupted trying to open her eyes, "Are you...?" Before she could ask her head hit the table with a resounding thud. She passed out cold.