Okay guys, this was supposed to be a 2000 word oneshot, but it's turned into a 12 part full length story. And still going. Also, I'm not sure if I should just take out the whole backstory from my other fic and make it a stand-alone, so if any of you have any ideas, PLEASE REVIEW IT TO ME. Please, I'm begging you. So without further ado...
A bar: that's the only thing that comes to my mind when I think of drowning my sorrows. It's not that I want to forget Gwen; it's just that I can't think of her right now. Anytime but now. So as I walk into the bar, I run my hand down my face in agony. Why did she have to leave me? Why wouldn't she take the potion? Just so that I could live? No, I won't believe that, because I want to end my own life to be with her. But I know that she wouldn't like that. No, it'd be a waste.
I sit down at a stool and wave over the maid. "A strong drink." I said, "None of that milk bull shit, I want the real thing."
The barmaid nods and shortly after, sets a mug of liquid in front of me. "What the hell is this?" I ask. The glass is as tall as my thumb.
"It's a shot, sir. Hard liqueur. It'll get you drunk in a heartbeat, if that is indeed what you want."
I nod. "That's exactly what I want." When the barmaid moves away I mumble, "To forget that I was ever that stupid." With that, I sweep up the shot and down it.
Half an hour later, I'm sitting here, hiccupping and telling everyone my life's story. It's actually a wonder that the owner didn't kick me out; but I *was* supplying him more rupees than he had seen in a while. Then I turn around in my stool and see a sight I haven't seen in a long while: Shakra.
"Vaati-" I start, biting my lip.
"No, Shakra. Don't even try again." The love of my life, my Vaati and I are fighting. Again. This time it's over going to the town.
"I want to get out of this stupid forest!" I yell, throwing my arms in the air. That probably isn't the wisest thing to say, but I'm tired of being in solitude with this man.
"No, Shakra. That's it. We're not going into town, and we're not going to have a baby." Vaati looks sternly at me, eyebrows raised.
I growl and step towards him. "I can't believe you brought that up again! It was settled, Vaati!"
"Settled in your favour. I don't want a child; we can't even take care of ourselves. Now let's go to sleep, hm?"
I shake my head at him and begin to back away. "I'm not going to bed. Not with you, least of all. I'm going to town whether you like it or not." I turn my back on Vaati and start to walk in the direction of town.
"Shakra, wait. You don't know what you're doing, honey! Come back and think about this. Remember the last time you were in town?" Vaati yells towards me, now apparently trying everything to get me to stay.
I whorl around to face him, furious. "You dare bring that up? Don't *you* remember that you killed those men? I can't believe you!" I spin around again start running towards the road.
"Shakra! No! Come back, I'm sorry! Come back!" Vaati yells after me. But it's late. It's too late, Vaati. Far too late.
After about an hour of walking, I come to the town. Smiling thankfully, I look around for an inn or bar; somewhere I can get something to eat and drink. I walk into the first one I come to, and as soon as I do, I see a familiar face: Dark.
Right in the middle of my story, I just have to turn around. "Shakruh," I slurred, "What're ou doing hurr?"
"I was just...l-leaving. Yeah, leaving." Shakra spins on her heel and starts back out, muttering to herself.
"No, no! Come...come back, Shakruh!" I hold out my arms, hoping for her to come back. I grin drunkenly when she slowly turns again.
"I'm only doing this to prove Vaati wrong." Shakra says to herself as she walks to me.
"Vaati?" I grin again. "Wha's'sat 'ol bastard doin'?"
"Pissing me off." Shakra spits, holding up her hand for a drink. "I'll have whatever he's having."
I shake my head. "No you don'... This s'uff's icky."
Shakra laughs at my wording and downs the shot given to her. "Another."
And that's how it goes for the next half hour until both Shakra and I are unbearably drunk.
"You wanna hear'uh joke?" I say, constantly being interrupted by hiccups.
Shakra nods. "Well like, duh, silly!"
"Okay. Knock-knock." I start.
"Oh my gosh!" Shakra starts laughing. "Tha's the funniest thing I ever heard!"
I catch her laughter and am soon having difficulty drinking and laughing. "I know, righ'?"
A little later, after much coffee and water (and a few more shots), Shakra and I begin to get a little more serious. I tell her about Gwen and she shares about her and Vaati's fight. Then randomly, I say, "Hey, le's make a baby. You wanna make'a baby, Shakruh?"
Shakra laughs, but nods. "A baby!" She claps her hands together. "Yay! I wanna baby! Buh," now she pouts, "Vaati doen't want one."
"Well," I stand, teetering, "Let's do tha! Buh shhhhh...don tell Vaa'i. It can beee our li'l secreeet." I slur.
"Buh won' Vaati see that I have a biiig belly?" Shakra says, giggling at the word "belly".
"Pssshhhhh wha're ya talkin' 'boou? That's craaaaazy talk!" I reason to her.
Shakra and I stumble to the stairs, to my room up a flight. I unlock the door and we laugh our way in. Sloppy kisses are thrown both ways, and at some point Shakra ends up in my arms. We descend to the single bed and clothes are thrown everywhere. Petty names are discarded as well; I have become Vaati for Shakra, and Shakra has become Gwen for me.
More sloppy kisses are exchanged and I slide between Shakra's legs. I lean up from her neck and grin down at her. "How'ya doin' up there, hm?" she asks me.
"Pretty good. Baby makin' time?" Both of us are still pretty drunk.
"Uh huh!" Shakra nods, readying herself.
I nod also, and go down on Shakra. A groan from me and an excited yelp from her. I start to thrust and our bliss slowly climaxes until we're both gasping for breath.
"Vaati..!" Shakra gasps, clenching her legs around my calves, clawing in ecstasy at my shoulders. She's shuddering uncontrollably, her head bent back against the pillow.
I squeeze my eyes shut and groan lowly, thrusts becoming sporadic, and lean down to kiss and nip Shakra's neck. "Goddesses I love you, Gwen..." I stop thrusting and rest my forehead against Shakra's bare shoulder.
Slowly I regain my willpower–and yet not my sobriety–and roll over next to Shakra. Inhaling deeply, I slowly black out from the adrenalin and shots.