Hi ~

It's the time to a new ARR fanfic :3

After more and more search, I have found a translator *w* Thank you so much Darkangel Guard to take time for translate my drabble :3

I hope you like it ! Good Reading ~

The text is mine, the translation was made by Darkangel Guard, and the english correction was made by Master of Sorrow

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Pieces of life

- Whisky -

Lying on the sofa like a pasha, with a glass in his hand, the thing containing what little whiskey was left that escaped his parched throat. As a witness, the empty shell of the Jack Daniel's bottle lays toppled on a low crystal table. He sighs, his lonely gaze tainted with despair fixing upon the amber liquid. It's everything left. His head falls back lethargically as he lowers his hand with his nearly empty glass of whiskey close to the floor, almost touching it. He throws a quick glance at the swinging pendulum of the clock as he gets up, knowing that he should not stay there for much longer.

A smile stretches his lips as he hears the sound of the door opening, signalling the end of his boredom. He gets up to sit better on the sofa, recognising the small and nice silhouette at the door frame. This azure gaze greets him, shooting bullets with his fierce severe expression that was yet so cute at the same time.

-"Reno! You're going too far! This is the third bottle, and it's not even the end of the week!" Roxas grumbles.

The red-haired one ignores his reproaches, and draws Roxas to him when he comes near, his hand wraps around his waist putting Roxas off balance. He falls onto the sofa, half on Reno who skilfully moves his hand away holding his whiskey glass so as not to lose a drop of his alcohol.

-"Are you finished with your damned stupidity?"
-"I want a cuddle." Says Reno with a pout.

Without really trying to wait for an answer, Reno draws Roxas closer to him fiercely grabbing his bottom. In protest Roxas gives Reno two slaps, one on each of his red cheeks in an attempt to reconnect his neurones that still were living. Apparently they were soaked in alcohol too.

-"You're stinking of alcohol, you'll get a cuddle when sober!"

Reno groans and drinks the last bit of whiskey left in his glass, before putting it down onto the sofa, and encircles his thin body in the way a capricious kid would. The fair-haired one jerks is hand to catch the glass in time and puts it against the back of the sofa before it falls onto the floor. He knows when his mate is drunk, we should never ask too much of him. With maturity does not always come with wisdom, and no case could be more true for Reno. No doubt, it was his manufacturing flaw.

-"When's Axel coming back?" Reno asks putting his head against Roxas' neck.
-"He's returning in two hours."
-"It means we have two hours between us."
-"Out of the question, I don't sleep with a drunk man!"

Roxas hits Reno on thetop of his head, in weak protest as he feels the red head's hands around his hips. How he loves when he was hard and still tender and gentle. Roxas finally gives in, and caresses the nape of the other's neck soothingly. At that, Reno's hands become limp as though he is distracted, his breath slows. A sure sign that he has fallen asleep. It was not surprising. The Turk had not slept for three nights in a row, other than a few hours of sleep here and there. Of course he could not stand for a bottle of whiskey.

"Idiot." Roxas mutters, placing a kiss on Reno's forehead.

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