A/N: This story is a round robin between Michelle Kelly and BigBlueBeautifulEyes (KisaraBEWD on Tumblr) and will only be posted to this account. This fic is most likely AU, OOC and may be considered a crack fic, and crack pairing. This is Yinyangshipping with Blueshipping undertones. If this isn't your cuppa, see your way out now, or get your brain bleach. Unsure of which name to use I flipped a coin, Duke won over Otogi, again.
It was supposed to just be another night of partying for Duke Devlin, but it was anything but. The music was loud, the bass thumping and vibrating against his shoes and ringing in his ears. An old friend offered him a handful of pills which he took willingly, not caring to ask what they were. Soon, the music died down and people could talk. Feeling fatigued the game mogul sat down, bumming a cigarette from a nearby girl. His mind was racing, but his limbs were sluggish. The smell of hash oil lingered in the air, as his stomach began to turn.
"Hey, I'm feeling kind of sick," Duke mumbled to his friend sitting next to him. A marijuana pipe was put in his hand.
"Yo, this will help," the man suggested. It took all his focus to keep his eyes open and light the pipe. Inhaling the harsh smoke burned his lungs, causing him to cough violently. Passing the pipe back he wiped his face and sat back, closing his eyes in an attempt to shake the ill feeling he had. Everything intensified and Duke realized that he had carelessly overdosed on the pills he was given. I need to vomit up these pills he thought. Attempting to get up from his spot caused the slender man to become dizzy. That was when everything went back and he hit the floor.
Monotone beeping and shuffling brought Duke back to reality. Opening his emerald eyes he looked around, deducing the sterility of the room to be a hospital. A petite Nurse's aid with long platinum hair stood at the foot of his bed. His head pounded and his limbs ached horribly as he tried to piece together what had happened.
"So how much tramadol did you take Mr devlin?" the aide asked sternly. She was dressed in black scrubs with a white long sleeved undershirt. Black horn rimmed glasses framed her cerulean eyes. Duke's face twisted painfully as he gripped his head.
"Ugh, how do you know what they were?" he grumbled, closing his left eye awkwardly. The man still didn't feel right.
"Because of your seizures. Now how much did you take?" she demanded. Taking a deep breath, he tried to recount the number of pills he was given.
"I don't know maybe half a dozen give or take," he admitted, laying back in the bed. Duke couldn't believe the amount of pain he was in, and the muscle spasms only made it worse. The aide walked over to the side of the bed, and he read her name tag. Kisara. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her pale skin and hair was contrasted by her dark uniform and glasses. Already, the man was enchanted.
"You're an idiot," she stated firmly as she grabbed his wrist to take his pulse. Her hands were so delicate and soft against his skin.
"I know," the man lamented, enjoying the attention she was giving him. "There's a first time for everything I guess," he added, trying to soften the extent of his overdose. Wrapping a blood pressure cuff around his arm she sighed.
"You could have died, you almost did." Kisara focused her attention on his blood pressure, taking his vitals carefully. "I saw the dice tattooed on your ass, so I'm assuming this isn't the first time you've done something stupid," she remarked coldly. Slack jawed and red faced Duke carefully thought out his response.
"And why were you staring at my luscious ass?" he asked. Distracted by her charts and a syringe she was unwrapping, she paid little attention to her remark.
"I'm the one that had to undress you after you threw up everywhere." Carefully she stuck the needle into the IV port and eased the plunger down. Almost instantly Duke's head ache cleared up, but it made him tired, his eye lids drooped.
"Aren't you lucky, most girls don't get to undress me until after our first date, or you know when I'm conscious," he teased. Kisara rolled her eyes and tapped her pen against her clip board.
"You owe me new shoes. You threw up all over them last night and I had to throw them out," she scolded. Duke flushed red and bit his lip in embarrassment. Nervously, he spun the band on his wrist.
"I am sorry, Go out with me and I'll buy you new shoes," he offered, blushing a darker red. Looking up from her clipboard with shock, she scoffed, her face scrunching up in confusion.
"Are you asking me on a pity date?" she demanded, catching Duke off guard. He shook his head adamantly, his jade eyes eager for an answer. She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Sure. But if you start getting high I'm leaving," she muttered. With a satisfied smile the young man reassured her that he wouldn't. Casually, the two continued to talk, until Kisara was forced to leave and continue her rounds.
Duke sat back with a smile, and chuckled to himself. Girls rarely said no to him. Curling a lock of hair around his finger he played with it idly, his eyes slowly closing. Before long the game mogul had drifted off into a calm dreamless sleep.
Kisara continued her routine while she wondered why she had said yes to Duke. He obviously had a drug problem, why would she want to involve herself in that? It was such a stupid decision and she couldn't rationalize or reason it away even though she admitted there was something about him that entranced her. It was going to be a disaster, she thought, carefully charting a patients blood pressure and heart rate. It was at that point that she found herself dreading her date with the man.
A/N: This chapter was penned by Michelle Kelly. The next chapter will be penned by the owner of this account. I will see you at the end of chapter 3. Much love to the reviewers, and I'm sorry this is so OOC right now, hopefully I can work on duke's character and portray him better in the next chapter.
