The first one shot in my 'What If' series. This will be a group of one shots or short stories answering various what if questions. This one is a song fic, you guessed it, based on Katy Perry's Waking Up in Vegas. To be honest, this is sort of how I see Hiei and Ichi getting married or mating. Total accident.
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"Christ." Ichi rubbed her head, her temples were pounding so hard she didn't realize where she was at first. It was only a second though, before she slowly took in her surroundings. Sun was glaringly bright through the expansive window that overlooked part of the Vegas strip. It made her head scream in agony, but she stared out the window with her mouth slightly open.
Someone moaned beside her and she looked on the floor between the wall and the bed to see Hiei on the floor. He was shirtless, his borrowed jeans still on in his sleep. He still had on his shoes.
"Hiei?" she blinked at him and he groaned again, in partial agony as well.
The hotel room was beautiful, but thoroughly messed up. Furniture was knocked over and bottles of wine and champagne were strewn over the floor.
You gotta help me out
It's all a blur last night
We need a taxi
Cause you're hung over
And I'm broke
"What the hell?" he mumbles, rolling onto his back as his head swam with the slosh the previous night had left of his brains. "Where the fuck am I?"
"I think we're in a suite in the Bellagio," he looked up to meet true-blue eyes. Shinpi looked as bad as he felt, with her tangled hair and smeared eyeliner. Wait…
"Why are you wearing make up?" he sneered.
"I don't know, but maybe you shouldn't be talking." She glared down at him darkly. He reached up and wiped at his face. When he got to his lips a red smear on the back of his hand made him growl.
"What the hell happened last night?" he forced himself to sit up, then stand, despite the ache in his unforgiving skull.
"I don't remember." She admitted a bit sheepishly, still blinking away her hangover. He finally realized she was in nothing more than his shirt and that made him smirk.
"Well, I think I know why I'm wearing lipstick." He pointed to her top, which made her look down for the first time.
"Gods. Where are my pants?" she began to forage in the sheets and comforter for her lost clothes. "What did we do?"
Hiei glared at her and she glared back. Where were their friends? They were supposed to be at Circus Circus with Kurama, Yusuke and Kuwabara, celebrating the human's twenty-first birthday. Hiei hadn't wanted to come at all, but Iruni had convinced him it would be fun.
Not remembering where he was, or where he had been, was not fun for the fire youkai.
I lost my fake ID
But you lost the motel key
Spare me your freaking dirty looks
Now don't blame me
"Don't be such a bitch," she snapped at him. "Obviously we did whatever we did together. You're just as guilty as me."
"Pot and kettle." He responded, glaring the whole time as he wandered around the suite to find her clothes. He came across a large bucket of chips and blinked at them. "What the hell are these?"
"Get a new pet phrase," she grumbled, walking over to him. The shirt rode a bit short on her, since they were nearly the same size, but it managed to just cover her hips. Her black panties peaked from under it, making him stare. "Those are chips. If we take them down to the counter, we get cash."
"How did we get them?"
"We either were on one hell of a winning streak, or we robbed a bunch of people."
Both sounded equally plausible to both of them.
"I've never been that drunk in my life." He complained, pressing the heels of his hands into his temples as he shook his head. Glitter fell from his hair, and he realized that it clung to his shirt Shinpi was wearing as well as his jeans.
"You're sparkling like a Cullen." She laughed, then they both grimaced in pain. "My head is going to explode."
You wanna cash out
And get the hell out of town
Don't be a baby
Remember what you told me
They both frowned as they shared a memory of the night before. They'd been with the others, seeing a show, then went to a bar. They must've started drinking there, because the next thing either of them remembered was Hiei talking.
"Shut up, and put your money where your mouth is," the fire demon snapped at the wind demon. She glared at him as the others laughed. "You think you can beat me at poker?"
"I think I can beat you at anything." She stated simply.
"Prove it." He sneered.
"Oh. Dear. God." She stared at him in horror. They'd gone to gamble and wander around to find a way to prove she could beat him at any game he chose.
Shut up and put your money where your mouth is
That's what you get for waking up in Vegas
Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now
That's what you get for waking up in Vegas
"I should never have suggested this," she sounded mortified. Hiei had found her shirt and threw it to her with her bra. The shirt was on the window sill, the bra had been in the bathroom. "What was I thinking, bringing all of us here to Vegas?"
"You weren't. As usual." He watched as she pulled his shirt over her head and his eyes narrowed on the necklace around her neck, and the bruising of bite marks, a jarring bluish-purple, on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "Shinpi, why do you have on my gem?"
"You bit me!" she growled angrily. "What the hell?"
Then a very forboding thought struck them both, and they shared equal looks of fear and humiliation.
"Do you remember going into a chapel, Hiei?" she could barely speak above a whisper.
He couldn't speak at all, instead they both looked at the necklace around her neck. His most precious possession. His gift from Yukina, the sister who couldn't know what she meant to him.
Why are these lights so bright?
Did we get hitched last night?
Dressed up like Elvis
Why am I wearing your class ring?
"Did… did we… oh no. Please tell me," she looked up again, fearfully. "Hiei-"
"We got married." He finally spoke and felt the room spin, and this time it wasn't the hangover. "What was in those drinks?"
"How did we lose Yusuke and the others?"
"We need to call them and the hell out of here, now."
Don't call your mother
'Cause now we're partners in crime
Don't be a baby
Remember what you told me
"Hell no." she jumped on him as he tried to pull his communicator out. It made it a bit awkward that she was still topless, but she ignored the dusting of pink on his cheeks as she reached into his jean pocket and pulled the device out, to throw it across the room. "We call no one until we figure this out, got it? We did this together, Hiei."
"If anyone knows how to fix it, it'll be Kurama." He argued.
"Do you really want to tell Kurama you woke up with glitter in your hair, while you were wearing lipstick, and so drunk you didn't remember getting married?" she dared him. He didn't look convinced, so she went a different route. "Or even, that you lost to me?"
"I didn't lose." He couldn't remember, actually.
"The chips don't lie." She pointed to the bucket.
Shut up and put your money where your mouth is
That's what you get for waking up in Vegas
Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now
That's what you get for waking up in Vegas
"You're right. We don't need to call them." His lips began to lift in a smirk. "I want to prove you couldn't have beat me."
She glared at him ruefully. "You've already managed to get us stranded from our friends, drunk off our asses, and hitched. What other damage is there left for you to do?"
He looked down her body with a hungry eye, and then frowned at the necklace. His fingertips brushed the single tear-stone. It was funny, both stones of his mother's had ended up around the necks of women important to him, and neither one of them was a koorime.
She stalked away and started to get dressed. "Fine, we'll play a few more hands of something you choose. That way you get beat when you can remember it, I get my satisfaction, and we can get the hell out of here."
You got me into this
Information overload, situation lost control
Send out an S.O.S.
He smirked full on, and it made her look up, and just the sight of him looking so pleased made her smile her happy lopsided grin. Maybe Vegas wasn't such a bad idea.
"You know, I guess this is the best town in the world to do this in." she admitted. "We can lose our minds and no one will notice or care."
"It's Vegas," he agreed.
They struggled into their clothes and went down to cash in the chips to play a few more hands. The woman at the cash-in counter made a comment about them being one of the most playful couples she'd ever seen. Apparently she'd seen them the night before too. She asked how the honeymoon was going and neither one answered.
Ha, and get some cash out
We're gonna tear up the town
No, don't be a baby
Remember what you told me
Remember what you told me
Remember what you told me
Told me, told me, oh yeah
"You ready to be annihilated?" she asked as they sat down at the five card table. He smirked and tried to remember the rules of the game around his still hovering hang over and the stiffness of his neck. Apparently the rough biting had been a mutual exchange. Though he couldn't find what she'd given him in place of a ring, like he'd given her the necklace.
Shut up and put your money where your mouth is
That's what you get for waking up in Vegas
Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now
That's what you get for waking up in Vegas
They met up with the others at some point around sunset. Iruni had beaten Hiei not only at poker, but at black jack, slots, and every other game they'd come to. He had to admit, when it came to gambling, the okami was a champion. Of course, it was also her life policy, it seemed. Everything she did was a weighted gamble of some sort.
"Where the hell have you two been? We lost you last night." Yusuke demanded immediately, then stopped as he saw the matching bruises crawling from under the crewnecks of their shirts. Hiei's hands were in his jeans, hers were behind her head.
"What happened last night?" he pried, an easy smile on his face. They exchanged a look that spread into matching smirks.
"We had a real Vegas style good time." She explained. "And I creamed Hiei at every game we came across, and ended up in a comped suite at the Bellagio. I managed to make something around ten grand, American, because of this guy."
"I lost half of it," the fire demon admitted with a scowl.
That's what you get, baby
Shake the glitter
Shake, shake, shake the glitter
Gimme some cash out, baby
Gimme some cash out, baby
The other three just laughed and they carried on. It wasn't until two days later, at the airport getting ready to go, that either of them brought up the drunken marriage again.
"Hey," she leaned against the wall in the men's room. Hiei jerked his head up from where he'd been staring in the mirror. Shinpi was as calm as ever. The bruises had healed on both of them.
"What did you want?" he asked, they were only forty minutes from spending a trans-Atlantic flight side by side, whatever she needed could wait.
"Here," she slipped the necklace that held his sister's gem over her head. He blinked, and realized he had never asked for it back. "We can get it annulled back home. You know, 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' style."
He took the simple necklace from her and stared at it. She started to walk off.
"I've been trying to figure out what you gave me instead of a ring," he voiced suddenly, before she could reach the door.
"I didn't give you anything," she told him, pulling the door open, then she looked over her shoulder. "But I promised to give you my grandfather's sword once we got home."
He stood still as she left and a felt a warm feeling grow in his stomach. They'd volunteered, no matter how drunk, to trade their most prized possessions to one another as a sign of endearing loyalty. The idea suddenly didn't seem so terrible, being married to his okami. It was just a ningekai ritual anyways.
He shook his head and glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
"Las Vegas is a dangerous place," he finally decided out loud. There was a call for his plane to start boarding and he moved to meet with his partners and get home, away from the insanity birthing city in the desert he'd spent a week in.
