This story is an AU so the characters will probably be OOC and they are older in this story.
Its rated T for now but it might change later on.
Standard disclaimers apply
Soft music drifted through the room and the air hung heavily with the smell of hard liquor. A man with dull red hair lay sprawled across the bottle littered floor, muttering incoherently and drunkenly. Another man with brown hair, casually pouring himself some drink, sat calmly on the dirty sofa and watched as the red head wasted himself into oblivion.
The red head opened bottles of liquor and emptied them just as quick. Before long, there was nothing available and with a grunt, the red head stood up and tried to stagger over to the door.
"What do you think you are doing?" asked the man on the sofa when the red head stumbled on yet another empty bottle.
The red head mumbled something unintelligible and continued staggering toward the door, no doubt trying to go buy some more liquor. Suddenly, the red head pivoted and ran toward the bathroom. Soon enough, the red head started heaving and hurling in front of the toilet. In the living room, the other man simply placed his half empty shot on the table, and calmly stood up to walk leisurely toward the kitchen. Pulling a plastic cup from the cupboard, filling it up with clear water, he padded toward the bathroom.
Seemingly without disgust, the man kneeled and thrust the cup of water toward the red head.
"Thanks. Horio" croaked the red head after gurgling some of the water and drinking all the rest.
Staring at the shriveled red head, Horio said nothing but simply nodded at the red head. Leaning against the sink, Horio repeated his question.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"You know why," muttered the red head "I lost my chance."
"Chance? You're speaking to me about chance?" asked Horio sordidly and a dark glint in his eyes.
"You lost one chance," continued Horio "I lost this chance and any future chances. He picked Momoshiro as a member but I ended up being a manager! A damn manager! I had sponsors asking him for my membership but no, he ignored everything and picked Momoshiro."
Anger ebbing away from the exclaimed confession, Horio stood up straight and swerved out the door. Trying to contain his anger, Horio stomped toward the living room and plopped himself on the dirty sofa. In a fit of uncontrollable emotion, Horio grabbed what was left of his half empty shot and drank the liquor in one big gulp. The sting of the vodka burned the inside of his mouth as it slid down his throat but the harsh and bitter taste calmed him.
"You have a grudge against him, but so do I. He took her. They must be together right now, enjoying themselves while I suffer in agony." said the red head as he padded to the sofa as well. Ignoring the buzz inside of his head, the read head seemed more sober than before.
Horio's head snapped up when something registered in his mind. "They're together…right now?"
Annoyed at being reminded again of his unfortunate situation, the red head grunted out a faint confirmation. "Yes. Didn't you hear me?"
"Why are you not seizing the opportunity then? Call her grandmother and divulge the hideous truth. I'm sure she won't stand for it. She will surely stop the union and then you'll get your chance!"
"You're right. I'll call her right now."
Running to the phonebook, the red head ripped open the pages to the number and immediately dialed the number.
After several rings, a voice on the other end picked up.
"Hello. This is Ryuzaki Sumire."
"Hello. Are you awake? Have you checked your house? Your jewel has been stolen!" The red head yelled with a slur from his half drunken state.
"What nonsense are you babbling?"
"I'm saying that you have been robbed and you don't even know about it. A cold hearted player is bedding your innocent grand-daughter right now" replied the red head.
"What, are you drunk? " asked Sumire, bewildered
"No, well…maybe but that's not the point. Do you recognize my voice?" asked the red head.
"No. Who are you?" questioned Sumire.
"I am Toyama Kintarou" replied the red head.
"Toyama…from Shitenhouji? I remember now. I have told you multiple times before that my grand-daughter is interested in you and for you not to ask again. But now, you are calling my house in the middle of the night, babbling nonsense, and ruining my sleep."
"I remember that but just please listen to me and check your house. I'm sure you'll be surprised with what you don't find" urged Kintarou before the phone was roughly snatched away by Horio.
"You'd be damn stupid to not listen to our advice. Have you gone senile with old age? Do you not understand our words? You're a fool who would think a yellow rock is gold" taunted Horio
"Which idiot is talking now?" asked Sumire, angry that she has been insulted by a youngster.
Snatching the phone back Horio's grip, Toyama once again pleaded with Sumire to check her house, if only to get a good night's sleep. Sumire groaned but never the less, put the phone on the table and walked lightly to her granddaughter's room. Opening a slight creak, Sumire peeked in but could not see anything from the sliver of moonlight shining in from the window. She reached inside the room and turned on the lights.
The door opened with a loud bang as Sumire stood, gaping at the empty room. The bed looks slightly creased but not as if someone has been sleeping in it. Sumire turned away from the room and ran frantically through the house, turning on all the lights for a better view.
The restroom was empty. The living room was bare. The kitchen was silent. And the dining room cold.
Standing in the empty house, Sumire could hear the slight chirpings of the crickets.
Walking shakily to the table, she picked up the phone. "Where is Sakuno?"
"She's with Echizen" replied Toyama.
A/N: I was inspired recently by a play and I decided to write this but this is my first fiction so I'm not quite sure how it'll be taken. Please review so I know. Thank you
~Does anyone know what the play is? Winner gets a cookie. Or maybe a flower…depending on my mood. ~
