Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Mai-hime. It maks me want to cry. T_T

A.N: I'm really sorry for the long delay, but I got terribly stuck in one part and the chapter was getting too long, so I decided to split it in two parts. I've also made some changes in the first chapter, to add some information. I hope you guys like this short chapter.

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What went wrong… Part I

July, 16th - Thursday

The night of that fateful day Shizuru was sitting on her armchair in the living room. It had passed just a few hours after Mai and Reito had left her in her home and asked if she wanted them to stay with her, to keep her company. In spite of not wanting to be alone, Shizuru politely declined their kind offer. It was no use having them stay with her, as the only company she would ever wish for was from someone whom was no longer among the living.

Furthermore since then she hadn't had any strength to go change clothes and had just been sitting on her armchair – the armchair in which Natsuki used to sit and hold Shizuru close to her body as the older woman would usually make herself comfortable on her lover's lap - in the dark as all the lights were off and the curtains of the window were closed. Just a few rays of the pale moonlight were able to somewhat slip through those thin curtains and light very faintly the living room. Indeed she was very tired and numb after such a trying day and she already knew the days that were to come would be even more trying.

Her dog… Natsuki's dog, Duran, the young husky puppy, which was only six months old, was lying down on his basket and even the puppy seemed to be sad as his tail seemed to be quite still. The woman wondered if he knew he wouldn't see his blue haired owner anymore; that he wouldn't be able to go on walks with the once energetic woman that was Natsuki.

Nevertheless Shizuru tried to think about her life… if she was feeling hungry at that moment, what would she do the next day and what about her college and job. However even if she wanted to think about those things she couldn't think about anything else aside Natsuki and the bleak future that awaited for her. How was she supposed to keep going on living without her love, without her heart? Yes, her heart. If that was what kept people alive, Shizuru felt like she was a dead alive person, for her heart, that she couldn't feel like beating anymore, had been buried that same afternoon with Natsuki.

And since she received that damned call about her wife in the afternoon before she couldn't fully understand how could a person be practically exhaling health in one day and be dead all of a sudden in the following day. How such a horrendous thing could have happened? Why did it have to happen to her? Why Natsuki, why? And it didn't matter how many times she asked in her head or even if she had shouted it to the entire world to hear, she knew she would never be answered.

Shizuru continued to sit there, pondering or trying to ponder about the things that had passed and the things that still would come to pass, but as much as she tried she could only remember, only see in front of her those deep emerald eyes, the soft features of her face and the dazzling and gentle smile of the blue haired woman. Even if she closed her eyes they would still be there, but they couldn't be there, so why were they there anyway? And it ached so much that even if she had not the strength to do anything else other than sit in the dark, she forced herself to stand up and go fetch a bottle of anything alcoholic she could find at her home, until she finally managed to find one bottle of sake Natsuki and she used to keep stored in the mini bar they kept at their home. It was more for visitors than for their own use as any of them didn't have the habit of drinking much, but this pain inside her chest was already past the point of unbearable.

She was breaking inside and she needed something to dull that pain, to lessen it, to make her forget at least for a while, because the way she was feeling at that moment she was sure she wouldn't be able to put up with that pain for long. First with uncertainty, she brought the glass with the liquid to her mouth and took one gulp. However the more she stared at the bottle and that liquid inside her cup the more she thought she needed it to forget at least for that night the hole that was in her heart… that was burning her very being to ashes and she decided to indulge in the alcohol to drown her pain and to put out those flames that were gnawing her insides.

And she started to drink. One gulp after another and another. The more she drank the more she poured sake in her cup. And the more her senses seemed to become hazy the more her feelings and her sadness got unleashed and tears started to leak from her eyes and fall to streak her face with their wet paths.

Big fat tears started to fall unrestrained and Shizuru was openly wailing in the darkness of her home with only her little puppy to hear her laments.

She was firmly gripping the cup that was now empty with her right hand until she couldn't take it anymore and threw it with all the force left in her at a wall. It crashed loudly startling the husky making him whine lowly as if it had been scolded. The glass shards were now all scattered around the floor.

Shizuru bent over her knees, rested her arms on her legs and held her wet face in her hands, as if to hide her countenance. She started mumbling things in her drunken stupor.

"You are such a horrible liar, Natsuki. You said we… we would always be together. That we had time. Why… why did you leave me? Why did you have to leave me? Why didn't you come back to me yesterday?" With each mumble she started remembering what had happened in the previous days.

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I'm getting done the part in which there should be a view to what happened to our favorite couple the day before the funeral. Please, bear with me and click in the button bellow to leave a review. XDD~