Hey guys! this is my first MeikoxKaito fanfic, LOVE the pairing :3 It will contain mature content about alcohol and a little bit about drugs(though nothing major) and it may eventually be smut, I haven't decided yet. Please remember to review, and I hope you enjoy! ~kisshu4eva
The room spun alarmingly. Colours blended together before her eyes into vibrant swirls of bright colour. Every outline appeared fuzzy around the edges. Bright white lights danced around her vision. All she could see was bathed in a warm, blurry orange glow. A buzzed feeling of elation and invincibility swept through her. In this world, there was nothing but fun, the perfect place to escape the dark, worrisome thoughts that normally invaded her mind. The deep rhythmic beat of the music vibrated through her body as she swayed dizzily in time to it.
The almost empty bottle of sake was gripped loosely in one hand. She was surrounded and packed in on all sides by other people dancing to the music. She took a swig and drained the remnants of the glass bottle, some of the alcohol sloshing down the side of her face and causing her short brown hair to stick to her cheeks, rosy from the heat and sweaty from the proximity of other people.
She chuckled evilly and slowly made her way through the heaving mass of dancers and drinkers to a crowded table where a girl with long grey hair tied back in a loose pony tail with a ribbon sat, surrounded by other young men and women . The table was almost completely concealed under empty bottles of sake and other alcoholic drinks. The grey haired girl was alternating between laughing and singing loudly.
"Hey, Meiko!" She yelled as the brunette stumbled over and dumped her empty bottle on the table. "More sake, or are you finished already?" She asked teasingly, grinning through her heavy lidded, red eyes. Meiko grinned back and leaned on the table.
"Shut up Haku, everyone knows you're a total light-weight," she replied, smiling back. The whole table burst out with laughter. Haku stood up and wobbled over to Meiko, gathering her into a big slatternly hug.
"Next round's on me," She slapped her palm against Meiko's, leaving several notes in her palm, before re-joining the others at the table. Still grinning stupidly, Meiko traipsed over to the bar. It was rather crowed, so after a little pushing and shoving, she eventually wound up facing the barman. She leaned heavily on the bar, and slowly lifted her head up to meet the unfriendly eyes of the bar tender. She shrugged it off.
"I-I neeeeeed…" her words slurred helplessly. She quickly twisted round and counted the number of people she could make out at the table. 6 people, including herself. "6 sake's," she slapped the notes in her hand onto the counter and slid them across to the man. To her annoyance, he slid them back across the surface to her.
"I'm sorry, but it is club policy to not allow to give more than one drink at a time to anyone who is clearly under the influence of something," the boredom in his tone clearly showed he wasn't sorry. How dare he not be sorry! Meiko's brown eyes flashed dangerously.
"Oh, come on! That's not fair! I'm not druuunk! And I'm not gonna drink it all on my own!" Sadly, her words slurred again, not backing up what she was saying. Still the man shook his head. She tossed her hair off her face in annoyance-why shouldn't she have all the drink she wanted? An angry impulse over-took her. She jumped and lunged over the counter. Her body flew over the shiny worktop, and then she tumbled onto the floor, landing unceremoniously on her behind with a mad laugh.
Angry cries rose from the people waiting to order drinks and from the bartender, but they fell upon deaf ears. She hauled herself to her feet, and glanced around to see if she could find a fridge containing sake, but black spots appeared before her vision, and she had to grab the alcohol dispensers to keep from falling over, until it passed. The bartender started yelling at her, even though she just ignored him. God, he would just not shut up! Just as she moved to throw something at him, she felt a strong pair of hands grab the tops of her arms from behind, and begin to drag her backwards, out of the bar.
She cried out indignantly and tried to dig her heels into the ground, but couldn't find a purchase with her high platforms, or break the tight grip on her arms. Desperately she craned her neck and twisted from side to side, shouting and searching for Haku, who was nowhere in sight. The crowd of dancers and drinkers parted like the sea as she was dragged out of the door by the muscular guard. The cold breeze outside hit her face bracingly as she was roughly turned and pushed out the door. Angrily, she turned and attempted to push past the guard, and when that proved unsuccessful, aimed a sloppy punch at him. "My friends are in there! Get out my waaay!" she yelled drunkenly. He easily deflected it and sneered at her.
"That was some stunt you tried to pull in there. You're not getting back in tonight; just go before you embarrass yourself any further! Or do I have to call the police?" That was it. She was really angry now. She glared at him darkly, hair flying about her face, smoke practically pouring out of her ears. He took a step backward, looking more than a little terrified. However, before she could think of any smart retort, all the fight left her body, and she turned around and walked off. It was slow going, the drink made her slow and heavy on her feet. She had turned down one street when she slipped off her heels, and carried on barefoot, improving her coordination.
Managing to reach a liquor store, she splashed the remainder of her money on 5 bottles of sake, grinning insanely and singing wildly in the shop. "You're my bestest frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend..." she slurred at the shop owner, trying to envelop him in a massive hug. Looking more than slightly terrified, he sent her on her way. The five bottles were gone before she was more than two streets away, left a broken trail of glass on the ground. Out of options, she just kept walking.
She didn't think about where she was going. It was one darkened street after another. Now the cheer and euphoria of the drink had worn off, the silence deafened her ears, and the lack of life in the deserted streets gave her the sickening feeling of being the only person in the entire world. She quietly began to moan Haku's name, until it gradually got louder until she was yelling it at the top of her voice. 'Where are you Haku? Where am I? I can't be alone!' The thoughts whizzed around inside her head. She couldn't see, it was dark, it was cold, the silence only broken by her moans, which gradually ceased.
Inevitably, she could walk no further. A sickening feeling tightly gripped her chest and stomach, as she reeled and retched, clinging to an alley wall. She really had drunk a lot of sake tonight. The black spots from earlier returned, and grew larger and larger, until they completely covered her sight. She dropped her heels-which landed with a loud clunk on the floor-and pressed her hands to the sides of her skull against the agony in her head. Finally, her legs trembled and buckled beneath her. She saw the ground rushing up to meet her, flung her hands out in front of her-and then she hit her head on the ground, the darkness took over, and she could remember no more.
'Finally finished for the night.' Thought Kaito to himself, turning off the lights in the recording studio with a sigh. Yet another disappointing late night. It wasn't that they couldn't sing or dance, or didn't look the part, they were all amazing. Just not in the way he needed them to be. They didn't sing the words with real passion, with the feeling or emotion, or solemnness needed for the songs he had in mind. There was a difference between singing and saying words to music. Again he sighed. 'I need a new voice, or this project is doomed'.
This was one of the problems he regularly faced as a song producer, not to mention the late nights and early starts. Tightening his long scarf around his neck against the bitter cold and biting wind, he turned the key in the door lock and began the small walk to his car, recognizable as it was to him in his favourite shade of blue. He was just starting to walk to his car, already wrapped up in thought, when his foot connected with something heavy that fell over with a clunk. Looking down, he realized it was a high heeled shoe. He glanced around for the owner, speaking aloud.
"I wonder who-HOLY SHIT!," he jumped, noticing the woman lying passed out in the alley. A puddle of-eurgh-vomit was lying close by. 'Must be drunk,' he mused. How long had she been here? The winter night was cold, and she was shivering unconsciously. She was, he noticed, really quite stunning; the short skirt and cropped t-shirt showed off her curves, and the low cut shirt showed off a LOT of cleavage.
'OMG those are huge!' the dirty part of his brain trilled. 'Ewww brain, not NOW!' he mentally slapped himself. He already looked dodgy enough, a tall man in a long coat and scarf kneeling over an unconscious, scantily clad woman in a dark alley. 'So, what do I do?' A quick search of her-which a small part of him enjoyed, to his horror-came up with no phone, purse or ID. He could call the police, but what could they do? There was nowhere to go, but he couldn't just leave her to freeze to death… 'Maybe I should just take her back to my house?' the thought was worth considering.
On the one hand, he had no idea who this woman was and it made him look kinda creepy, but he couldn't find an alternative. With a sigh of resignation, he slipped one arm under her knees and the other under her arms, bridal style. She was surprisingly heavy; she was very curvy and quite muscular, but it was nothing he couldn't easily handle. Pressing the button to unlock his car, he pulled open the door to the back seat and carefully placed her across it, and then jumped into the front.
The short drive to his flat took twice as long as normally, as he drove slowly to make sure she didn't fall off the back seat. The light from the street lamps illuminated her face in the wing mirror, red lipstick and dark eyelashes. In fact, he was looking at her so long he almost hit a lamp post and had to slam on the breaks and swerve to a halt. Shaking the spikes of his long blue hair out of his eyes, he whipped his concentration back to the road. Eventually they reached the tower block of flats.
He parked sloppily on the curb directly outside, scooping her up off the back seat again. Her mouth fell open; she was deeply asleep. His flat was the entire top floor, but luckily there was a lift. Each flat took up about a floor and there were 5 floors. It was an inconspicuous white plaster building in a quiet suburb, perfect for a single person. He slowly entered his flat after opening the door and took her straight to the spare bedroom, laying her down in the centre of the large single bed. He didn't dare change her into something more comfortable, but her left an aspirin and a glass of water on the side table. He then just stood regarding her for a few minutes and pondering his situation.
'I just picked up a random, unconscious stranger off the street and took her to my house,' the realization dawned on him. Shaking his head at his own endless stupidity, he quickly changed into his boxers and t-shirt, then finally went and lay in bed. The clock read 3:38 am.
'Ah hell…' was the last thought that crossed his mind before sleep claimed him.
0_0 Wow, long, I know, took forever to write. Next chapter will be better, they characters will actually meet eachother properly :3 Please remember to review, thanks guys!